Lunch Break

"Fuck I need my pussy ate rn"

Her name in my notifications always makes me smile. The message I've received has me breaking into a big grin.

"????????. You can be here by *checks maps* 12:10 ;)"

"Fuck. Um."

I respond with a picture of me slipping my hand into my panties, tongue out.

"Omw"

I'm pleasantly surprised she's actually driving over. We live close enough to date, but just far enough that impromptu visits are a pain in the ass. We exchange flirtatious texts and sexually charged messages near daily but our busy lives often preclude us from any actual last minute bootycalls.

Her drive gives me enough time to get ready. I turn off my overhead lights and turn on pinky purple mood lighting and switch on some sultry music before heading to my kitchen to make up a charcuterie plate and sparkling juice in champagne cups. Her drive is going to cut into her lunch break and I want to make sure she goes home fed and satiated. Snacks ready, I slip into high waisted silk black panties and a skimpy lingerie top, throwing on some kitty ears and a pair of black heels. Checking the time, I plug my vibrator in beside the couch and throw a soft pillow on the ground to kneel on. With minutes to spare I lube a toy and slide it into my ass, starting to become wet with anticipation.

As I'm doing this I hear my bedroom door open. Rinsing the lube off my fingers, I pull my panties back up and hurry over to my door.

"Fuck you're hot," she breathes as I cut her off with my kisses. Then without another word we are making out, hard and hungry. I pull her flannel down off her shoulders, fingers snaking down to unbutton her jeans. I'm pulling her clothes off as fast as I can, pushing her towards the couch. We fall to the surface together, hands running down the length of each other's bodies.

Straddling her, I look into her eyes as I begin to rub her pussy overtop her panties. She begins to moan and I swoon a little at the sound of it. I don't know if I'm more desperate to fuck her or get fucked, I want it all. Kissing down her neck, I rock myself back on her leg, pressing the toy deeper into my ass and melting into her body, delighting in the breathy sighs she's making as I lick her ear and fondle a nipple.

Sliding off her lap and moving to the floor to kneel between her legs, I run my over her legs and begin to kiss the whispy cloud tattoos that run like garters over her thighs. I'm having trouble reigning in my excitement as I nip at the tender flesh between her legs, nearly swooning all over again as she tenses and makes a little noise of fear. I'm not actually intending to be mean this afternoon, but I like that she thinks I may be.

And then I'm buried in her pussy, tongue lapping the sides of her clit as she arches into me. She is sweet and tangy and familiar and mine. I inhale her scent, reminding myself to go slow and soft and gentle, just the way she likes. I don't bite, but I think about it. I do sit back on my heels, using the back of my shoe to press the dildo a little further in, slowly fucking myself as I lap her up. Casting my eyes up, I watch her face as I begin to suck her clit soft and steady. She reaches her hand down and places it near my face, I reach and grab her hand, entangling my fingers in hers. She sighs in pleasure and I hold her hand as I pleasure her, wondering how I got so lucky to have a love like this.

As her breathing quickens I add a finger, slowly stroking her slit and the underside of her clit. She likes this... or at least I presume that's what the sounds she's making indicate. I can feel my wetness slick against my panties, the fabric rubbing and slipping against my clit. Moaning into her pussy I marvel at how close being between her legs gets me to cumming.

Then she's wiggling her hips against my finger and gasping as it connects with her clit so I rise from my knees and straddle her once more, hand pressed in the crook of her, looking down at her face as she writhes into me. Our eyes connect and I grin, perched above her, making her twist and tense beneath my hand. Then I'm kissing her, tasting her, sucking her lower lip into my mouth as she shudders beneath me and I'm dizzy with desire and the need to be fucked. Curling into me, I feel her body quake then relax, her eyes glassy as she stares at my face. I bring my fingers to my lips, sucking them into my mouth as I stare back, licking her up before I lower my lips to hers for a taste.

I'm still straddling her when I start circling my own clit outside the sopping mess of my panties, silky fabric mashed against the wet centre of me. I smirk as I slide the panties to one side, dipping my fingers into the insatiable wetness between my thighs. She returns my smile.

"That's nice, put it wasn't my plan."

Before I have a chance to ask or even wonder what her plan is, she's dragging me off her by my hair and shoving me backwards onto the couch, hard. As I open my mouth in shock at the sudden pain, she takes the opportunity to stuff her panties deep into my mouth, ensuring they are secure. I try and say something, what I'm not sure, when my ears are ringing from the blow she has delivered across my face.

And then she's upon me, grabbing and twisting too fast for me to register where she is yanking before she has another piece of my flesh between her hands.

"Baby no!", but she's not listening, or she is but she's hearing exactly what she wants to hear as she grabs at my skin and makes my face contort in agony.

I'm in a panic, desperately, involuntarily trying to cover the places she's twisting with my hands. A sharp smack across my face stuns me into sudden stillness and then she's slapping my hands and holding them down.

Teeth join the fray and a series of quick, sharp bites are delivered along the tender parts of my upper arm as I moan in fear and attempt to wiggle out from under her.

I've been participating in kink for over 20 years and have experienced a number of sensations delivered by a wide variety of implements wielded by skilled and heavy handed tops. I enjoy being stabbed through with needles, and beaten until I bleed. I'm not sure that any of it comes close to creating the amount of pain she gives me with bare hands and teeth, seeking out nerve clusters and twisting, fingers jammed between ribs, bite marks throbbing and swelling as she terrorizes me into a frenzied state in which everything ebbs away but her and what she's doing to me. It is in these moments that i utterly cease doing or thinking and just... am.

As she yanks my tits around by the nipple I am filled with panic that she will rip my jewelry clear out. I'm fighting back in earnest now, trying to push her back rather than just cover my exposed body with my hands.

*smack*

*smack*

*smack*

*smack*

She yanks me up by the thigh, hard, and smacks my ass in rapid succession before delivering another loud, ringing slap across my face. I glance down and see large, angry red stripes across my breasts from where she's twisted my flesh so hard it's broken underneath. She starts the slaps again, before jabbing a thumb into the nerve cluster underneath my arm and twisting.

Overcome with sensation, I try and get a handle on myself. Everything started too quickly for me to ease into it, there has been no warm up, no respite, no mercy. Her face is twisted and laser focused on mine, with an expression I would take for rage or hate, except that I know it is the depth of her love that allows her to touch me like this, get this intense. I breathe deeply, working on stilling my body beneath her unrelenting barrage.

It works, for a minute anyways. The tension eases from my muscles and I'm relaxing into the sensation and think I may just get a little floaty. Then she's biting again and I'm humbled by her teeth as I careen once more over the cliff into panic. Her teeth graze my ribs before sinking in and I'm reminded of the raised and puffy bite mark I left on her rib cage by request on the weekend. But I haven't requested this. Or perhaps I have, by the nature of our relationship.

"YELLOW, YELLOW!" I get out, muffled by the panties I'm clawing out of my mouth. She stops immediately, teeth and panic receding as I try and catch my breath, mouth dry and jaw tender, devoid of her under things as she reaches for the lube.

I have mere seconds to catch my breath before the whole of her fist is in my cunt, rough and hard and brutal. She's allowed me lube this time, but this small kindness does not mean she intends to fuck me gentle. I give a sharp gasp as she rams the dildo in my ass with her other hand. Then I'm bucking and gasping her name, high heels overhead as I try and cling onto the couch beneath the intensity of her fucking.

Once again I am reduced to nothing but her and what she is making me feel, fist so deep in my cunt every movement sends ripples of pleasure up my core and throughout my limbs. I barely have the presence of mind to grab my vibrator but I'm so desperate to cum that I manage to find it by my side and lay it on my clit.

I'm deliciously multi-orgasmic but when I cum a few dozen times they are often smaller orgasms, waves of pleasure and delight cascading through my pussy, building. Now and then I will have one large orgasm and be done, the pleasure overwhelming my nervous system as I cum through every fibre of my being. These are two separate events, it's often one or the other or maybe one and then the other.

This time it's both.

I realize I'm going to cum hard the first time as heat builds in my ass and through my clit and then I'm squirting up her arm and over my thighs, riding her fist as the orgasms crests through my nipples and up over my face. While my legs begin to tremble from the strength of how hard I just came she slides the toy in my ass faster and I'm cumming again, this time harder than before.

She doesn't stop.

Pussy tightening greedily around her clenched hand, I feel the blanket beneath me become drenched with squirt as she vigoursly pumps her hand in me, knuckles stretching and re-stretching my hole with every pass.

By the time I'm ineffectually attempting to turn off my slippery vibratory with sopping wet fingers, my whole body is shivering and trembling with delight. I take a moment to come back to myself before heading to the shower.

As we rinse off, fingers gently trailing of each others skin, we greet each other.

"Hey, nice to see you."

"Nice to see you too babe."

We grin. Fuck I love this woman.

All cleaned up, we had back to the couch, remove the cum soaked blankets, and start to nibble charcuterie. I pass her a glass of sparkling juice. We sit, slowly coming back to earth.

My phone goes off. It's a five minute warning reminding me to stop and get back to work, and her to get back home.

Throbbing bite marks litter my upper body and my swollen tits will be marked for weeks.

Overall, it's been a pretty damn good lunch break.