Archive | March, 2013

Aftermath (Conclusion)

1 Mar

I stumbled across this concluding part while I was searching for some documents on my Laptop. Just refresh your memory by reading Aftermath Here I hope you enjoy it….

…….Her husband barged in screaming her name……..

“WTF!” he mouthed on seeing us, there was no explanation we could give to justify what was happening,
“How do you explain to your Landlord that you wanted to massage his wife’s thoroughly beaten ass?”
I was dumbfounded; I looked first at him, then back at her in amazement but she just buried her head in the sofa, refusing to look up at him. I gently let go of her skirt which I’d been holding on to the whole time, looked at her husband solemnly and said “I was just trying to help”. The phrase¬†“if looks could kill” couldn’t be more appropriate as he sized me up with his eyes, brushed roughly past me on his way to drag his wife out of my apartment; I made as if to stop him but how do you confront a man who is a full feet taller than you are, barrel chested and notorious for his short temper?
I let out the breath I had been holding in with a loud sound at their exit, a part of me wanted to stop him but the more reasonable side stopped me before I made a huge fool of myself. I paced back and forth my apartment, listening for sounds of more cries or beatings but none was forthcoming, at first I thought they went out but no sooner had this thought crossed my mind that I heard Jane moan.
‘Wow, that was fast’ I couldn’t help but say out loud.
Lurid thoughts of Jane and I, and what could have been, but for the unfortunate arrival of her husband flitted across my mind

***

‘Akin, don’t press too hard’ she moaned as I applied the balm to the red spots on her ass. I knew I would soon lose control over the flow of blood to my Penis, as much as I tried not to focus on it my brain refused to ignore the fact that I was massaging the ass of a woman I’d crushed since the day I moved into that apartment.
‘What’s on your mind?’ Her question broke me out of my reverie
‘N-n-nothing’ I stammered and concentrated on massaging her thighs too, and before I could stop myself, I planted a kiss on the tip of a particularly red bruise.
‘Hmmnnn…., don’t stop’ she encouraged
I began planting kisses on each of the most obvious bruises, then I started trailing the welts they formed on her skin with my tongue, alternating with kisses.
‘Stop Akin, it’s too much’ she called out and turned to her side.
‘what’s too much?’ I inquired
‘The pleasure, The pain…’I silenced her with my lips.
It was the most wonderful feeling ever, she was the perfect kisser, she knew the right time to suck, to nibble, … She would allow me just enough time to start deepening the kiss and pull away, always leaving me panting for more. I laid on my back and allowed her straddle me, bearing in mind that her ass was still hurting. My fingers traced the straps of her bra through the T-shirt she had on till I flicked her nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure from her, she swung her head backwards and I kissed the hollow of her neck. I bit my lips from crying out loud as I felt her fingers dig into my back then scratch all the way to my chest, leaving a trail of pain and pleasure. I returned the favour by slipping off her T-shirt completely to have better access to her breasts and I pinched her nipples right before I took them in my mouth and suckled them both together.
As we deepened the kiss, the bulge in my boxer shorts was becoming too uncomfortable as I could feel her flesh directly on the light fabric of the shorts so I guided her hands away from my chest and placed them on it. She chuckled as she made her way from my lips, tugged lightly on the hair in my chest, kissed my navel then blew my mind as her mouth closed on the shaft of my penis…

***

‘What a perv!’ My landlord’s voice rang out bringing me back to reality.
I opened my eyes to see my landlord and Jane in my living room, a huge grin on his face like the proverbial Cheshire cat. I wondered how long they had been standing there, watching me and it took just one look at Jane’s face to figure out the object of his amusement, my hands were still on my penis and the front of my boxer shorts felt sticky, I dropped my head in shame as I realized I had acted out my daydream with myself.

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