I’ve Always Wanted to Fuck You


Do you want to fuck any of us?


Close the door, I told her. And lock it.


She sat down on the bed and her smile was angled to one side. Her eyebrow was raised, and her breath was quick.


Two of you, I said. She looked into my eyes as if she could read the names in my pupils. I think you know the first one. Casey, of course. She teases me and climbs on my lap, and those lips were made to do wonderful things.


Who’s the second? She was so close enough to me that I could smell her breath and there was no way she didn’t know the answer. When I pulled her onto my lap she wrapped her legs and arms around me without pause. But her face still doubted, and I let her wait.


The second one, I said, pulling her to me, her cunt grinding onto my quickly growing cock, I’ve wanted for longer than I care to admit. She’s brilliant and hot, and she makes me laugh and grow hard in the same sentence. The second one I want to fuck more than anyone I’ve ever met.


Her hips moved slowly, but with intention. Our faces were nearly touching, and her eyes were closed as she listened.


Are you going to fuck her? Her voice was small and a hint of fear still lingered.


I’m going to be inside her within the next two minutes.


And then her mouth was on mine and her shirt was gone. Our skin touched for the first time as I kissed her chin and breasts, and every point of contact felt perfect. I threw her down on her back as I slid her shorts off her legs taking her underwear with them. She gasped when I opened my mouth on her cunt, and her hands in my hair were fearless.


It’s been over a minute, she whispered, and in one swift motion my mouth was on hers and my cock was buried as deeply inside her as it could go. She screamed into our kiss and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer. Her pussy was tight and wet, and I thrust into her over and over again.


How long have you wanted this, she moaned into my ear. I leaned back, looking down at her panting body, and watching my cock moving within the folds of her cunt. I pulled out so I could rub against her, both of us now watching in amazement. I teased her as long as I could, listening to her need grow stronger until I slid back inside her and collapsed against her chest.


Since the day I met you, I said. I’ve always wanted to you fuck you. From the second you turned around and smiled at me I’ve wanted you. I’ve wanted to fuck this cunt since the moment I knew it existed, and I’m going to keep fucking you until you forget how you know me. Not a minute has gone by in my life that I didn’t want to be inside you. 


She clenched around me, kissing me harder, and she grabbed my hair in one hand.


You could have had me, she moaned. Any time you wanted I would have done it. Here, there, it doesn’t matter. I would always have fucked you. Always.


And then we were biting and scratching and words were no longer important.

©2012 by The Dirty Gentleman (#610)
©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#563)
“Why is there an envelope sitting on my bedside table with my name on it?”
“For the same reason you have a giant headache and a bruise on your thigh that you don’t remember.”
“I was wondering about that. What happened?”
“Well, a long time ago—meaning last night—someone decided to keep drinking. And then she drank more and took off her clothes. And once she was completely naked she began asking for all sorts of dirty things. Which she doesn’t now remember.”
“I remember… Okay, maybe not, but it was your fault! What next?”
“Yes, well, girls who don’t remember get to wait.”
“I don’t want to wait.”
“That’s what the letter is for.”
“Howzat?”
“I wrote down everything we did from your first drink to your eighth orgasm. I described how you got every little bruise on your body, and I explained why you’re throat is so sore. It has all of the things you begged for and all of things I denied you. It’s like a love letter that you don’t get to read.”
“But it’s sitting right here!”
“And when I tell you to read it, then you can read it.”
“And what if I peek?”
“You won’t.”
“I hate you.”
“I know dear. I know.”
Guy New York

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#563)

“Why is there an envelope sitting on my bedside table with my name on it?”

“For the same reason you have a giant headache and a bruise on your thigh that you don’t remember.”

“I was wondering about that. What happened?”

“Well, a long time ago—meaning last night—someone decided to keep drinking. And then she drank more and took off her clothes. And once she was completely naked she began asking for all sorts of dirty things. Which she doesn’t now remember.”

“I remember… Okay, maybe not, but it was your fault! What next?”

“Yes, well, girls who don’t remember get to wait.”

“I don’t want to wait.”

“That’s what the letter is for.”

“Howzat?”

“I wrote down everything we did from your first drink to your eighth orgasm. I described how you got every little bruise on your body, and I explained why you’re throat is so sore. It has all of the things you begged for and all of things I denied you. It’s like a love letter that you don’t get to read.”

“But it’s sitting right here!”

“And when I tell you to read it, then you can read it.”

“And what if I peek?”

“You won’t.”

“I hate you.”

“I know dear. I know.”

Guy New York

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#367)
Sometimes we just make her wait…

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#367)

Sometimes we just make her wait…

Longing From Joints and Muscles

"Is there any reason we shouldn’t be doing this?" she asked.

"Would you prefer if there was?"

She didn’t need to say anything for me to know the answer.  I pulled her to me—an arm around the small of her back, and I kissed her with forceful hesitation.

"What is it?" She sounded nervous and hopeful all at the same time. I stepped back and slid the strap back up her shoulder until it once again covered her breast. She looked down as I held the zipper of her jeans between my fingers. It was half open with just a hint of pink showing beneath. I slid it up until it clicked.

"I’m not sure if…"

"Please," she said, cutting me off before I could finish. I turned my back to her, and I could hear longing pour from her joints and muscles.

"Close your eyes," I told her as I stared at the torn poster on her wall.

I eventually turned back to see her hands crossed in front of her, and her lashes so tightly closed they let in no light.

"Maybe like this. Maybe if you can keep them closed it will be ok. Can you promise?"

"I can try," she whispered, as my fingers once again played with the strap on her shoulder. I slid it down until the fabric caught her nipple, unwilling to uncover more.

"Promise."

Her lip quivered but she said nothing. She was honest if not obedient.

I picked up my coat from the chair and placed my hat back on my head. She watched in trembling silence, determined to say nothing. When I reached the door I heard it: a soft voice full of spite and need, mixed into a perfect cocktail.

"I promise."

Guy New York

Terrible At Waiting

“Put your hands on the bed.”

She did as she was told, and for just a second I was surprised.  We hadn’t played in over a month, and I wondered if everything had changed.  I stood behind her, staring at the small of her back, and I tried to take it slowly.  I wanted to tease her and toy with her until she was a quivering mess, and I wanted to take all night.

“Lift up your skirt.”

With one hand she lifted it up and held it there.  Her soft curves were followed by strong legs, and I was glad I told her to bring heels.

I slid the black silk off her hips and down around her knees before I listened.  I listened to her breath and the sound of her body shivering.  I listened to her whimper when she felt my hand close to her, and I listened to her thighs rub together as she trembled. She was a perfect tableau, and I could wait for hours before I took her.  She was a photo I could take and hold onto, and there wasn’t any reason to hurry.  There was no reason at all.

I didn’t hear her scream when I slid inside her seconds later.  I don’t know if she startled at the sound of my zipper, or wondered at how painfully hard I was.  I held her hips as I pushed inside her, and I fucked her without thought or words until I nearly collapsed from exhaustion.

“I was going to wait,” I told her when we fell to the bed entangled in each other’s limbs.

“You’re terrible at waiting.”

“I’m also terrible at stopping,” I said as I climbed between her legs.

Guy New York