("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2016. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Better Than Chocolate by LaceyK (kirkcollm@hotmail.com) *** Colleen has always been a tease, especially in public settings. Little does she know that Greg won't let her get away with it this time. (MF, exh, oral, rom) *** She was eating Death By Chocolate, dark moist chocolate cake layered with chocolate sauce, caramel sauce and whipped cream. She was moaning as she ate, rich satisfied little sounds of utter pleasure that were going straight to his cock. "This," Colleen pronounced, "is totally orgasmic." He would never get rid of this woodie. Never. Colleen eyes him mischievously. From Greg's flushed face and slight hunching, she had a pretty good idea of what was going through his mind, or rather his little head. "You know," she mused, "chocolate," she licked the spoon lasciviously, "is like sex" another lick, her tongue curling pinkly around the edge, "because" lick "it's," lick "something," lick "that really," a super long teasing lick, "tickles the senses." If he didn't do her right now, he'd explode. Greg looked around the restaurant. It was dimly lit, with couples sitting quietly together, enjoying themselves. It was rich, luxurious and discrete. Greg stood up. "Follow me," he said hoarsely. Colleen's eyes widened. "Here and now?" she whispered. He put out a hand, "Absolutely." They walked to the back, into the little dark corridor that led to the loos. Greg held his breath and opened the door to the ladies. It was empty. "In here." He tugged her inside and locked the door behind him. "But Greg! Are you crazy?" Colleen wailed. "Someone will come!" "Let them," his voice harsh with want. "Come here." She was wearing a straight up and down little black cocktail dress that showed off her curves and hinted at the rich swell underneath. Her shining hair was richly scented: hot girl with a hint of flowers. He rested his face there for a moment, drinking her in. She was his, and by the quivering hot body resting against his, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. "A quickie," he murmured. He reached under the dress, encountering stockings, suspenders and silk panties. Jesus, he was going to explode right there and then. Football, he thought to himself, think of football. But for the life of him, he couldn't even remember the name of the team. All his attention was on the soft skin underneath those silky little panties. He ran a finger over the thin material, feeling her hot and wet for him. "Want it?" he whispered. She was gripping his shoulders, leaning into his body. "Yes," she answered simply. He swept the panties, black silk with little red lace roses, down and lifted her up, settling her on the rim of the shelf that held three wash hand basins. Her breath was escaping in excite little gasps, her scent coming off her in waves. His lips captured her mouth with hungry urgency. Her arms curled around him as she moaned with excitement, her tongue tangling with his. His scent, a deep warm musk that was all man, enveloped her. She could feel him hard and demanding, rubbing against her soft form. Her hands were undoing the buttons of his trousers. Impatient, Greg kicked them away, ripped off his boxers and grasped her tightly. The full throbbing erection rested hard and hot against her creaming centre. She looked into his eyes, fierce and determined, filled with lust. She was gasping uncontrollably at his touch, her breath now stuck at ragged. She held on to his shoulders and gasped as he lifted her up and thrust deep inside her, filling her with one wild plunge. She arched into him, tipping her hips, impaling herself on his straining shaft as they came together explosively. His breath quick and shallow now, he began rocking his hips, each move driving him deep inside her. Each full throbbing movement added to the wave of lust that consumed her. She could feel her body heat and stretch as pleasure throbbed through her, tightening her nipples to hard little buds and sending shivers of bliss shooting through her. He was fighting for breath, reveling in the contrast of the cool marble and the heat of her trembling body. She was clutching on to him, her ragged breath in his ear, excited little gasps turning to moans. As he ground his body into hers, the moans turned to wails. She was coming for him. At the knowledge, his straining shaft began to pulse. He could feel his balls tighten as he thrust into her. She was moaning loudly now, shivering with as she arched upwards to take all of him. The fire that consumed her was peaking. Her clit was throbbing, her body gathering to send her into heavenly bliss. "I'm coming!" she cried. "Don't stop!" He gripped her hard and pumped into her, the rough movement triggering a wild waves of sheer ecstasy that shook her body uncontrollably. Her cries rang out, her hands gripping him as she shattered with bliss. The sound of her screams sent him rushing over the edge into shattering release. He thrust once, twice, then a third time before pouring himself into her, groaning in blissful agony as waves of rapture shot through him. They came together in little circling thrusts, shivering in delicious aftershocks. Clutching her closely, Greg looked into her eyes. "So," he said hoarsely, "Better than chocolate?" END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 86