After-Hours Dare

"Tell me," he said simply.

I knew what he wanted. And in spite of the faint voice in my head still quietly pleading with me to keep the last barrier of fabric protecting what was left of my dignity, I wanted to give him exactly what he wanted because it was what I wanted, too.

"Pull my panties down, please."

He peeled them down slowly. I felt the gusset stick to my crotch's wetness for a tantalizingly brief moment, before continuing down to my ankles. I stepped out of them. We both stood, looking at my naked body exposed in the mirror.

"Place the laptop on the edge of your bed, near the window. Kneel. Keep typing while I disrobe. I want you write about how you feel while I prepare to fuck you.

I gulped.

His crudeness shocked me. And yet, his blunt directions also turned me on. There was no ambiguity in his language. There was no guessing about his intent. He was going to fuck me no matter what. There was no doubt about it. But I wanted him to fuck me too. I was filled with a sense of dread about the wrongness of it all, and yet I was also dripping with desire. I knew it was inappropriate and I should stop it, but my body craved him more than anything. I was shaking with anxiety and with anticipation. My eyes watched him remove his shirt with fascination. His magnificent chest warmed my heart and pumped blood through my veins and into my groin. The way his bicep bulged as he unfastened his belt with one hand made me whimper out loud. It was a struggle to keep typing as I witnessed this handsome man strip in front of me, preparing to take me. When he pulled his pants down, I sucked in my breath. His erection was prominent, barely contained in his briefs, straining against the thin fabric in bas-relief. I could discern every line and curve of his throbbing member. 'Please,' I muttered.

"Please."

"If this is what you want, I will give it to you."

I hadn't realized I had said that out loud. Embarrassed by my wanton desire, I averted my eyes, and looked back at my computer. "Yes, please."

"Look at me."

I turned my head, my eyes locked on his groin.

"Yes, please what? Focus on the quality of your writing."

I turned back to my laptop.

"You should be clear in your use of language."

He was going to make me say it aloud. Ashamed, I complied. 'Please take off your underwear and put your turgid erection inside me. My core is wanting.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

I nodded in affirmation. "Yes, yes I do."

'Yes, please. I want you to fuck me. I want your hard dick to fuck my hot, wet pussy.' My crude language both horrified me and excited me with its dirty depravity. He pulled down his underwear revealing his dusky meat with prominent veins snaking around the shaft. It stood up straight and pulsed with life. It looked dangerous and it scared me. But that's what I wanted. I needed his taboo erection inside of me. 'Please fuck me. Please fuck me with your hard cock.' He knelt behind me, and pushed my ankles to either side of his knees, opening me wide for him. He opened the curtain covering the window halfway, revealing my naked body to the sunshine, but keeping himself concealed in the shadows.

"What are you doing?" I panicked. "I'm exposed! Someone could see in. Paul could see me!"

"You are a writer. You will write because you must, because your audience demands that you write, because you are compelled to write. You promised me that you would do anything I wanted and I am telling you to capture this moment in print. Now, describe this..."

He eased his hips forward and pushed his glans against my labia. Oh my lord, that feels divine! I quickly forgot about the risk of being seen and luxuriated in the sensation of the flared head of his cock sliding up and down my slick slit. I was slippery with desire and soon the pressure of his thick fleshy rod was parting my engorged labia, allowing him to plow my furrow, and press against my clitoris with every forward thrust. I began to moan quietly. It was so challenging to type while he was teasing me, but he insisted, and I wanted to do everything he told me to do. I wanted to please him, to satisfy him, to satisfy me. His entire length was now thoroughly coated with my juices. I wanted more. I wanted him all the way inside. 'Please put it in me. Stick it all the way inside. I want you desperately. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!'

Suddenly, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I stopped typing and looked out the window.

"Don't move," Jake commanded.

I froze.

"Hi there, Cindy! Is that you over there?"

"Stay low. Just show him your head. Steady your voice and answer him."

I slowly turned my head to look out. It was Paul. Oh, my god! He's going to catch us! What should I do? I took a deep breath.

"Oh, Paul." I tried to sound casual, but my voice sounded strained and breathless.

"What are you up to?" Paul asked.

"I, uh, I'm busy." It sounded pathetic, but my brain wasn't fully functioning.

"Doing what?"

"Um..." Jake pushed his cock slowly into my vagina, stretching me before him, causing me to groan loud enough for Paul to hear me. "I'm uh, stretching. Yeah, I'm uh, exercising."

"That explains why you look so sweaty and flushed."

Jake slid his dick nearly all the way out and then pushed slowly back in. I grunted. "Mmph. Yeah, I'm getting a good workout." I lowered my head to my bed and bit my comforter to stifle a moan. Jake kept thrusting in and out of me. It was driving me wild and I couldn't maintain a casual conversation.

"This pandemic isolation is getting to me. I really wish I could get out of the house. I sure would like to spend some time with you. I miss holding your hand. How about you?"

"Yeah, I don't like being alone. It's nice to be with someone. Ah!"

"Are you exercising right now?"

"Mmm-hmm." It was difficult to answer. Jake was increasing his pace, thrusting into me harder, making me lurch forward.

"Ah."

Jake grabbed my hips and pulled me into him. He lay down on the carpet, pulling me with him. I remained skewered on his erection the entire time. My hands rested on his thighs. He grabbed my butt and began to lift me up and down on top of him.

"What kind of exercise are you doing now?"

"Uh, squats," I yelled a little too loudly. Then I stage-whispered to Jake, "Don't lift me up too high. He'll see I'm not wearing a shirt!"

"What's that you said?" asked Paul.

"Nothing. Ungh! It's just hard, really hard," I panted.

"Yeah, it can get very hard," he concurred, "but it will be great for your body. You might get tired and sore, but keep pushing and you'll feel great when you finish."

You have no idea! I thought.

Jake was pistoning in and out of me at such a rapid pace that I was practically bouncing on top of him, my breasts jiggling wildly just beneath the level of the windowsill.

"Wow, Cindy. You're really going for it! Good for you! It's great to watch you be so enthusiastic, so animated. Be careful not to exert yourself too hard. You look like you might pass out."

"Ah, just let me, mmm, finish. I'll come talk to you later. Oh! Okay?"

"Okay. I hope you have a lot of fun!"

"I am!"

I pulled the curtain closed just before Jake pushed me face down into the carpet. He mounted me from on top and slammed into my rear end. I gasped. He thrust into me over and over, the flesh on my bottom rippling obscenely upon impact. My whimpers came rhythmically, in a steady staccato. He reached around and slid his hand under my crotch and began to rub my clitoris.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded.

"I want you to give me another orgasm," I gasped.

He rubbed my clitoris and thrust deeply at the same time. He held still for a few seconds. I felt his penis jerk inside me as he groaned in a gravely, animalistic grunt. His spasming cock tipped me over the edge and made me explode.

"Ahh! Oh my, oh! Oh, oh, oh!" I bit my hand to keep from screaming as my body shook uncontrollably. My vagina pulsed and squeezed his cock as he throbbed and squirted inside me. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

He lay on top of me, both of us still, except for our panting. After a while, he slipped out of me and got up. I still couldn't move. I felt globs of cum drip out of me, trickle down my crack, and puddle on the carpet. Finally, I turned my head to see that he was getting dressed.

"That should give you enough material for the next chapter. You already have a great start, but you still need to add that last part when you were too distracted to type. Send it to me when you are done. I look forward to reading it. If it's as good as I expect, maybe Paul will want to read it, too."