S L I C K is an erotica series for A+ members about titillation, torture, fucking and getting off.

Dee stood up as I walked towards her. She was a little shorter than I expected, but just as cute as her profile picture promised. I allowed my gaze to blatantly travel down her body, taking in her small breasts, skinny but muscular arms, and the subtle curve of her hips. A lazy onlooker might have mistaken her for a young guy, but I saw the 30-year-old woman I’d been flirting with online for the last two weeks.

She stepped forward, her arm extended for the polite formality of a handshake. I reached to embrace her instead and, as she leaned towards me, I saw an unexpected bulge in the front of her jeans. We hugged briefly and my breasts brushed against hers while the hard outline of her surprise welcome pressed gently against my mound. Part of me was turned on by her boldness for our first encounter, but another part was irked that she had assumed this might be on the menu. She’d been gently insistent that we met this evening, but I’d not agreed to any more than a drink and a chance to talk face-to-face.

I watched the way Dee moved as she went to the bar for our drinks: the confident swagger was there, but I also noticed a slight hesitation as she set down my wine glass. Conversation and laughter flowed easily and I was both entertained and intrigued by Dee’s presence. As she spoke, I gradually shifted closer until my thigh touched hers and noted that she applied just a little bit of counter pressure to my leg in response.

When she came back with our second round of drinks, I reached into her lap and cupped my hand over the shaft of her strap-on. Her breath caught in her throat for a split second before she regained her composure, placed her hand on top of mine, and molded my fingers more firmly around her. Her eyes sparkled hopefully and I saw her lick her lips: she thought I was going to let her fuck me.

“Come on then,” I challenged her and headed towards the restroom.

I stepped into a stall and Dee quickly followed me in. Her mouth covered mine and she maneuvered me up against the wall, her hands pressing against my shoulders and her thigh encroaching between mine. Our tongues danced in time with the low thrum of the muffled music from the bar outside. I reached down to undo her zipper, and her lips stilled for a moment as her brain registered the movement of my hand drawing her out. When her kisses resumed they were even more eager than before and her body began to rock rhythmically against me.

I let go of her dick and moved my hands onto her hips. We were matched in height but I had the weight advantage: one quick shove and I’d positioned her against the opposite wall, my thigh now pressed between hers. Before she could protest, I took hold of her dick again and gave it a playful tug. She groaned deep in the back of her throat and closed her eyes. I can’t help but get wet for a chick with a strap-on and Dee was no exception. I wanted to feel her slide inside me, but first I wanted to make this butch go weak at the knees.

The base of her dick nestled against her pussy lips, held in place by leather straps that she wore loose enough to allow her to tuck it flat into her jeans. I worked my fingers underneath one strap and delicately pulled it around enough to expose her cunt. I studied her face for a moment, checking she was okay with this switch in roles. The last thing I wanted to do was offend her by ignoring her obvious preference for strap-on play, but I also sensed that she wasn’t limited only to that.

Her nod and breathy sigh confirmed my hopes, and I slipped one fingertip between her folds. I slid over her until I made contact with the hard nub of her clit, stroking over and around her, and feeling the first tremble in her legs. I watched the expression on her face change from pretend poise to palpable need as my fingers explored her cunt, dipping into her opening to draw out more and more of her want.

Her dick butted against my hip and I wrapped my other hand around it. Her eyes flicked open for a moment and she smiled, covering my hand with hers and urging me to grip her tighter. Her smile quickly dissolved back into lust as my hands steadily pulled and stroked. I leaned firmly against her and sought out her tongue with my mouth, adding yet another layer of sensation for her to manage.

Her whole body was trembling now and I quickened my pace, urging her towards her climax. A few more strokes and she was there: knees buckling, fists clenching, breath drawn out in a long ‘oh’. I felt her pleasure as a jolt through my pelvis. I wanted to come too and I pressed myself painfully hard against her hip bone and the length of her dick. A small groan of desperation escaped from somewhere deep inside me, and Dee allowed herself to smirk in recognition of just how hungry I was for her.

Despite my yearning, I didn’t want her to fuck me in the stall. “Will you come home with me? Now?” I asked, already knowing her answer.

The taxi cab ride was excruciatingly playful. Dee insisted on chatting with the driver the whole way while I squirmed under the insistent petting from her hand on my inner thigh. Every so often she’d direct a question from the driver to me, forcing me to answer him with some semblance of composure, all the while drawing suggestive patterns on my skin, just out of his sightline.

We tumbled into my apartment with unrestrained giggles and the relief of finally having privacy. Dee threw herself onto the sofa but, before she could make herself comfy, I hauled her up and led her into my bedroom. “Wanna get naked with me?”

“Do I ever!” Dee scrabbled to kick off her boots and quickly stripped off, only the harness and her dick remaining. She cinched the straps tight.

“Lie down,” I told her. Dee quickly climbed onto the bed, propping herself up on one elbow and watching while I stepped out of my clothes. She kept her eyes on me the whole time, her smile growing broader as each item fell to the floor, revealing more and more of my ample and eager body.

Throughout our online exchanges I’d felt increasingly attracted to Dee: her humor, her playfulness, and her assurance that she was looking for a relationship, not just a casual hook-up. Now we’d met in real life I also knew that the chemistry and the magnetic attraction were there, but I had yet to find out how she fucked.

I grabbed the bottle of lube from my bedside table and liberally drenched her strap-on, enjoying how it ran down her shaft and headed towards her pussy. My cunt was sodden from the previous teasing and from making Dee come, but I wanted to delay the moment of feeling her slide into me just a little bit longer. The weeks of flirting had built to this moment and I wanted to savor every sensation.

Dee reached for me and slid two fingers through the slickness between my lips. “Fuck,” she drawled, “you feel good.” Her fingers found my clit and circled it slowly.

I straddled her and leaned forward, allowing my nipple to brush against her lips, feeling her suck it into the warm wetness of her mouth. Her teeth nibbled lightly while her fingers kept up their steady circles, taking me to the edge of my orgasm and deliberately holding me there, balancing on an impossible apex between coming and not coming.

When I couldn’t maintain self-control any longer, I raised my hips and sank down hard onto her length. I brazenly allowed all the sounds of my pleasure to fill the air and Dee added hers too. Our ecstatic voices urging each other to go beyond the point of no return. Dee’s fingers followed pace as I bucked on top of her. Nothing mattered to me more in that moment than the feelings of rapture she drew from my body. This was alchemy and she was building me an orgasm made of pure gold.

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“There. Oh, yes, there. Yes. I’m coming!”

Dee’s fingers quickened as I made my announcement and she called out too, “Fuck, yes!”

My body jerked on top of hers and I let my orgasm flood through me, unsure whether the convulsions I felt were mine alone, or also emanating from her. I collapsed on top of her and she rolled me over onto my back. She kissed me deeply as she gradually drew out of me, and then pulled me into her embrace. I curled my body against hers and let her hold me while we rode out the delicious aftershocks, already thinking about what I wanted to do to her next.

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