He used the worst/best come on line I had ever heard.  I had lost track of him and was quite disappointed when I thought he had left.  Turns out he was still there.  I was standing there with a group of friends when someone came up behind me, snuggled his nose into the crook of my neck and took a deep breath.  I pulled away quickly to see who it was.  He said to me, “I just wanted to see if you smelled as good as you looked.”

Yes it worked!  Does that make me a sucker?  It doesn’t matter, because we both got what we wanted.

Turns out he LOVED the Red shoes, Red dress and Red lipstick!!

He was a big man and very intense.  To the point of making me very nervous!  But it didn’t take him long to talk me into going back to his hotel with him.

I’ve never experienced a man who was so tightly wound with anticipation!  His breathing was heavy, his hands very strong and purposefully moving to undo my dress buttons.  It was a full button dress all the way up the front. He gets everything undone, but does not slide the dress of my shoulders just yet.  He slips his hands around my waist pulling me close.  He nuzzled his face between my breasts and breathed very deeply.

My red lace bra gets pulled away from my breasts.  He has the edges of the cups in his hands and yanks them away to let my breasts bounce loose, letting him catch one in his hot mouth.  The other is being very gently rubbed and tugged with his other hand.  All while gently but deeply pulling on my nipple with his mouth.  This creates such intense sensations that I push my hips closer to him.

He slides his hands down to my red lace panties…gives them a tug.  Slightly moving the cloth in between my lips.  When he moves to the other nipple, takes the other breast in his hand, and at the same time pulls the panties up higher so my panties are completely between my lips, causing intense friction and instant moisture.

He stood up and stepped back.  I am standing there with my breasts hanging out of my pretty red bra, panties hiked up bordering on pain and swollen red ripe nipples from his sucking.  Still wearing my red dress and my red shoes.  Mind you most of my red lipstick is gone!

He walks behind me and tells me not to turn around.  I can hear clothing shuffling and quite a bit of movement.  He then comes up behind me, and gently lowers my red dress off my shoulders.  Pushing himself against me I can tell he has removed his cloths.  His hard throbbing cock is pressed against my ass.  He has a hold of my hips and I can feel the intensity of his desire.  Very intense and a bit on the dark side.  I am thinking I should be scared.  I really don’t think he would hurt me, but I could feel the power there.  It wasn’t tightly controlled.

He asked me to stand in front of the mirror facing it.

He grabbed the chair and put it in front of me in front of the mirror.  Very roughly he bent me over the chair!  Demanded I put my arms on the arms of the chair and to watch.  I did…watched.  I could see my breasts bouncing from him moving my hips around.  My bra was barely hanging on to what it could.  My panties were just a small swatch of color since they were imbeded in my pussy.

He grabbed my panties and pulled harder at the same time pushing them aside.  Nudging his knee between my legs to move them further apart when at the same time he yanked hard so my panties pulled hard against my clit and he slammed hard inside me!  Making my breast bounce and sway from the force.  I had my head down trying to catch my breath.  He leaned over me and asked me if I wanted help watching.  When I said yes, he very gently kissed my neck and caressed my breast.  Then he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head up to I could see us in the mirror.  With my legs wide apart, his one hand holding my hair and the other pulling my panties so hard and high, he started moving back and forth.  Pushing his shaft deep inside me. I could feel that crazy intensity letting loose.  He gave a fierce yank and ripped my panties off.  He grabbed my hips, bent his knees a little to get me at a better angle.  He thrusted up so hard and fast he lifted my feet off the floor.  Pushing my hips back down and against his hard shaft, he found a rhythm.  His hands were like a vice grip holding me exactly where he wanted me.  Pushing deep inside me while I watched us in the mirror.

Watching my tits bounce with each thrust, watching this muscles gleam from exertion, watching my ass jiggle from each pounding, watching his hands reach in front of me to grab my tits, watching him twist and turn them, pulling my nipples, pinching my nipples, watching my tits being squeezed, slapped and shaken.  All while the thrusting becomes more heated and frantic.  Pounding, thrusting, fucking!  I’m watching his wide shoulders tighten, watching his face contort, watching when I see exactly when he is going to cum.

Beautifully & Gloriously!

I’m still in my heels, I’ve been properly fucked….and he isn’t done with me yet.

…..keep watching for what happened next.

Fact or fiction?

Luv Devon xoxo

Another Erotic Short Story from: My Short Erotic StoriesI hope it gave you a tingle!

Red Shoes