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Here's part two of my first collaborative fantasy erotica writing between me and a big fan, "Claudia." For those of you who didnt read part one, here it is. Then Eric's right hand came back around from my ass to my sex and went straight to my clit. I let go of her with my finger and his resumed. His finger brushed repeatedly against my already swollen clit as he said, “Pull your hood back”. It pushed the buttons of my submissive nature and made my vagina soak itself once again. I groaned a reply, eager to obey, and reached down under my skirt to pull my clitoral hood up and off my clitoral glans.

I watched him fingerfuck and stare at my exposed clitoris, then up my body to my face, then back down. So fucking hot. He moved so well that I thought I could feel the individual ridges of his fingerprints teasing my most sensitive spot. My trip to orgasm kept building. I could feel the tell-tale sensations of my cunt getting wet again all at once and my toes wiggling in my red high-heel shoes. What started as a driving pulse had become a deeper throb. It made me want to hurry up and come; to feel the orgasm blasting through my pussy and clit. It made me impatient. Eric slipped his thumb of the same hand into me, pressing against my G spot while his finger kept spinning on my hard clitoris. I groaned and breathed a little deeper from the dualing pleasures. I had to. It felt sooo good and he looked so hot glaring a sex glare at me. Then I remembered, "No, I'm running the show," and wanted to be sure Eric knew it. I raised myself up away from his hand. “Start playing with your cock,” I growled.

He looked up at me, his eyes challenging, daring me to try to hold out on him. It took nearly everything she had not to give in, but he grinned a satisfied smile and undid the button and zipper on his pants, pulling his already hard cock out of his underwear. “Take them off,” I commanded, and had no intentions of moving while he did so. At least Eric got a good view. He managed to wriggle out of both his pants and underwear; precum already glistened on his cockhead. I smiled down at him. Only as he started to play with himself did I lower my hips back down, making my sex available to his touch again. He stopped stroking his cock long enough to tip me off of him and lay me down on the bed on my back. Eric put his thumb in his mouth, tasting this Riding Hood's sexy wet again before pushing it expertly back inside me. His finger on my clit worked harder now.

My orgasm was going to be huge, I knew it, with all this teasing. I bit my lip and beared down with my PC muscles, denying myself the release. “Mm nmm,” my sound of protest. He said, “Lay down. You don’t get to take what you want. All you get to do today is accept or beg.” Eric pulled his hand away as I pushed a high-heeled foot gently against his chest. I had just enough room to turn over onto my stomach. The skirt was ruffled up around my hips, my ass exposed. Just to tease the wolf a little, I got on my knees, pressed my boobs against the bed, and arched my back-- displaying my sex for him. It made me feel vulnerable to his cock and fucking hot all at the same time.The pressure from the corset on my aroused tits plus them pressing into the bed felt amazing! “Spank me,” I said, in my most feminine, purring voice. We were fighting to see who would be in control.

The sound reached my ears before my ass felt the hot, repeated impacts from his hand. I groaned. The sound is hot to me in and of itself. The sting made my juices flow anew. Then his other hand went under my dress and back to my clit. Eric borrowed the slippery oozing down from my vulva lips and wiped it all over my clit and returned to his toe-curling rubbing. I got that strong urge to stop everything and beg him to fuck me; thrust deep inside me with his bare dick and feel his pelvis ramming into my bubble ass. But I was making us both wait for it. I looked down and back between my legs when I heard him masturbating while he did me. I wanted to watch him do it to himself and also his hand working me at the same time.

I clutched tightly at the sheets when I got to my orgasm's doorstep from his skills and the sight of that. I made the hottest moans I could. That always makes my pussy lose it and come when it's on the edge. I kept staring down between my legs at his hand in me; tickling my spasming, pleasure-overloaded pussy. Watched my hips bucking uncontrollably, and finally his big curved cock taking a pumping in his other hand. My eyes closed and opened several times on that smoking hot image. He growled yeses and yeahs till my clit and vagina quieted down. Eric's hand slowed to a stop, then petted me softly between my thighs. "Okay, stop... lay back down." As much as I wanted to feel his cock deep inside, I wasn't ready to give in that easily. I stared into his brown eyes, intense. Looked at his mouth longingly. There was something about a nice full mouth that attracts me. My hands slid back up his black shirt, feeling the skin beneath it. My fingers traced his muscles, kneaded them, carefully let my fingernails drag back down to his hips. My lips met his as I played with the hem of his shirt. Kissing him slowly, I pulled his shirt up and only stopped kissing him long enough to throw his shirt across the room. Now I could admire his entirely naked body. Finally, this Little Red Riding Hood licked her lips to slick them up before lowering them to his juicy cock. --Fin [i] [/i]

[i]For those new to my blog: I write on my and others' sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible. It so often lights a desire to "Want to do that. Feel that." A want to learn how to have better sex through sex advice, sex education from a sex life coach maybe for the first time in their lives. I also intend to present to my readers the reality of great sex at any level of sophistication. I'm referred by a sex therapist sometimes, but I don't do sex therapy. I'm a sex life coach. I teach and I do.[/i] [i] [/i][i] [/i]

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