Velvet Rendezvous

"Oh God, yes, fuck, I'm gonna cum so hard," she cried out, her voice cracking with the intensity, the words pouring from her like a confession, "smoking always gets me there faster, makes my whole body light up, my pussy clenching and flooding like this." The vulgarity of her dirty talk fueled the fire, her voice rising in pitch as she added a third finger, stretching herself wider, the sensation of fullness making her gasp and arch, her ass lifting off the chair as she ground against her hand.

Rachel's moans escalated into a series of guttural cries as the first waves of her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. "Shit, Mark! I'm cumming, oh fuck, I'm cumming so fucking hard!" she wailed. Her fingers buried deep inside her pulsing cunt, sticky juices gushed out, coating her hand and dripping down onto the chair in a messy flood. The sight was hypnotic, her pussy contracting visibly with each throb of release, the overwhelming sensations making her whole body shake and her tits bounce with the force of her convulsions.

As she came down from her orgasm, she stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray. A soft chime from her phone pierced the quiet, pulling her from the depths of their shared intimacy. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting from contentment to a flicker of annoyance. "I have to go, " she murmured, as she gently pulled up the straps of her dress, smoothing the fabric over her curves. Leaning in, she pressed a quick, tender kiss to Mark's lips, the warmth of it lingering like a promise. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow," she added with a soft smile and headed for the gate.

Chapter 2

The next day Mark could hardly work, his thoughts constantly drifting back to Rachel's show the night before. By the time he pulled into his driveway, exhaustion tugged at his shoulders, though he had to admit he had a spark of anticipation at the thought of seeing her again. He had just kicked off his shoes as the doorbell rang, echoing through the empty house.

There she was, framed in the doorway against the glow of the setting sun, looking every bit as captivating as he remembered from the night before. Her tight shirt hugged her curves and betrayed her lack of bra, while here short shorts showcased her long smooth legs. She leaned against the doorway and absently played with her hair, tousled as if she had rushed over without a second thought. "Hey, I saw you pull in," she said, her voice low and teasing, "I couldn't stop thinking about what we started yesterday and has thinking maybe we could pick up where we left off."

Mark felt his cheeks flush as he stepped aside to let her in, the gap between them charged without unspoken electricity. "Well I'd be an idiot to say no to that. Honestly, it's all I've been able to think about since," he said. He closed the door gently and smiled as he turned toward her. Her lips brushed against his in a tentative kiss, soft at first built quickly building as she slid her hands up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his work shirt. Finally touching her after only watching yesterday felt electrifying and caused his cock to stir to life against the seam of his jeans.

Without breaking the kiss, they moved toward the couch, bodies entangled. Rachel sank onto the cushions, pulling him down beside her. She smiled and pulled out her pack of cigarettes. He noticed she smoked Virginia Slims 120s and she said, "I brought my own cigarettes this time. I love how much sexier these long cigarettes are, don't you think?" She plucked one out of the pack and lit it, the flame casting a warm glow over her face.

She took a long drag and blew the smoke out in a tight stream toward him. "Did you enjoy the show yesterday?" she asked, her voice a low murmur as she locked eyes with him. He nodded admitting, "It's all I've been able to think about... your voice, your body, it's incredible."

She took another drag and leaned in, exhaling slowly as their mouths connected. The warm acrid tang of tobacco on her lips mixed with the sweetness of her breath sent a shiver down his spine and their kiss turned urgent. As their tongues mingled in a haze of smoke and desire, Rachel's hand trailed down his chest before dropping lower and brushing against the bulge in his jeans. The touch was electric and he groaned into her mouth as his cock strained for release. His hands roamed up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of the shirt feeling her hard nipples pressing against his palms. She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as she straddled his thighs. He could already feel the heat of her pussy radiating through the shorts, damp and inviting.
As they lost themselves in the building storm, Mark grabbed her shirt and slowly pulled it over her head before discarding it on the floor. His breath caught for a moment at the sight of her bare breasts again. "Do you like them up close?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, "I image you'll enjoy touching just as much as you enjoyed watching yesterday."

"Perhaps you would like them even better with a little smoke?" she asked in a playful tone. Taking a slow drag, she inhaled deeply the tilted her head down and exhaled a warm plume of smoke over her breasts. The sight was mesmerizing, watching the hazy tendrils curl around her soft swells. His hands cupped her breasts fully, thumbs brushing over the sensitive nipples as his mouth descended. He sucked one, his tongue swirling and teasing as she moaned, the sound vibrating though him as she threaded her fingers through his hair to pull him closer.

Rachel's moans grew louder, her hips grinding against his thigh. She yanked at his shirt, tugging it up and over his head, the garment landing beside hers on the floor. Her hands roamed over his bare chest, tracing the muscles with her fingertips. She took another drag from the cigarette and crushed her lips to his in a fierce kiss. His hands slid down to cup her ass, fingers digging into the firm flesh, pulling her tighter against him. The heat between them was palpable, a scorching wave that seemed to melt away their restraint. Her breath came in hot, ragged puffs as she brushed against his ear, "Fuck Mark, I need you to taste me, right now," her voice raw and commanding.

She pulled back enough to stand and stubbed out the dying cigarette. Her eyes locked onto his with a fierce hunger as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts. She slid them down over the curve of her hips to a lacy black thong underneath, the fabric already darkened with her slick juices. The air in the room thickened with the musky sent of her arousal. She stepped out of them and sank back onto the couch parting her legs invitingly.

Rachel reached for the cigarette pack on the coffee table, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation and lit another one. Taking a long, slow drag, she exhaled the smoke toward him, "Eat my pussy while I smoke this long cigarette. But don't get too distracted watching me. I want your tongue buried deep inside me, making me scream."

Mark's heart hammered in his chest, the command igniting a primal fire in him, as he dropped to his knees between her spread legs. He leaned in, pressing his lips against her through the soaked fabric, tasting the salty-sweet essence as the heat of her folds radiated against his mouth like a furnace. Mark's hands slid up her thighs to hook into the thin straps of the thong and yanked it down and off, tossing it aside. He dove in with abandon, his tongue tracing the outline of her swollen lips and flickering over the hard numb of her clit. Rachel moaned and grabbed his hair to pull him closer. He delved into her dripping slit, lapping at the slick folds with long, greedy strokes that parted her lips, her pussy clenching and pulsing under the assault.

"Oh fuck, yes, right there, Mark, lick my fucking cunt like that," she panted, exhaling another cloud of smoke that wafted over him, the taste mingling with her sweetness. He buried his face deeper, his nose pressing against her trimmed mound as his tongue plunged into her tight hole. The tangy flavor of her juices coated his tongue and dripped down his chin in a messy flood that only made his cock throb harder in his jeans. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud just enough to make her gasp and arch. Her free hand squeezed her breast roughly, fingers pulling at her nipple.

As he ate her with feral hunger, Rachel's body trembled on the edge, her thighs clamping around his head like a vice. She cried out, "Don't stop, you bastard. Make me cum all over your face." Mark obliged, his lips sealing around her clit to suck it with force. His own arousal reached a fever pitch, his cock straining against his jeans, but he focused solely on her. His tongue flicked rapidly over the swollen nub until her entire body seized up. A guttural scream tore from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her, her cunt spasming wildly. Hot, sticky cum coated his tongue and dripped down his chin. He lapped it all up greedily, savoring the raw flavor of her release.

Finally, he pulled back, his face glistening. She took a final drag from the cigarette and he learned forward as she exhaled, crushing his lips to hers in a messy kiss, savoring the taste of the smoke and her cum mingling on their tongues. She pushed him back slightly and put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table before sighing, "Damn, you really know how to treat a woman!" Her hands roamed down his chest before undoing the clasp of his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers, freeing his cock at last. It sprang free, thick and rigid, veins rippling along its length. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him slowly, "Fuck Mark, you're so hard for me." He groaned in response, his hips bucking involuntarily into her hand.

She paused and nudged him back onto the couch, his body collapsing against the cushions and cock standing at attention. Rachel reached from the cigarette pack and lit one before straddling his hips with a deliberate grace, knees sinking into the couch on either side of him. Her tits hung before his face, nipples still erect, as she slowly exhaled over them and onto his face. She ground her soaked cunt against his throbbing cock and teased him, sliding the head through her dripping folds but not quite entering.

Finally, with a wicked grin, she reached down and guided it into her entrance, sinking down slowly. Her cunt swallowed him with a vice-like grip that made her gasp, "Oh fuck, yes, your cock's splitting me open." She took another drag of the cigarette as she began to move, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm that drove him deeper. Mark groaned and grabbed her waist, pulling her down fully onto him. The heat of her core made him groan and arch beneath her.

The wet sounds of the fucking mingled with their moans and filled the room, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down to his balls. The slick heat of her pussy clenched around him, milking every inch as she rode him hard. Mark's hands trailed up her body, cupped her tits, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He pulled one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as she exhaled smoke above him. Her moans were punctuated by the slap of skin on skin with her ass cheeks bouncing with every thrust that drove his cock to the hilt.

As the pace built, Rachel leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered filthy encouragements. "Such my tits harder, you dirty boy. Feel how hard my nipples are," she demanded. He obliged, alternating between nipples, biting and licking with intensity. He could feel her inner muscles gripping and releasing in rhythmic spasm, her pussy throbbing around his invading shaft that had him groaning into her flesh. She ground down harder, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone as her moans escalated into ragged cries.

As the cigarette dwindled, Rachel took a final drag and blew it into his mouth. She slowed her rhythm and pulled back. "Pull out and fuck me from behind baby," she commanded. His thick girth slid free from her drenched folds with a wet pop and a gush of her juices coated his balls in a sticky sheen. She put the cigarette out and immediately reached to light another one. She positioned herself on the couch leaning over the armrest, her ass high in the air and tits swinging freely with the motion.

Mark didn't need a second invitation. He positioned himself at her rear, his hands roaming over the curves of her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He spread her cheeks wide exposing the tight ring of her asshole and dripping slit below, her pussy lips flushed and puffy. He nudged his cock against her pussy and aligned himself with a low growl of anticipation. "Fuck, Rachel, your cunt is so tight for me," he muttered, voice thick with crude desire. With one powerful thrust he buried himself to the hilt, making her gasp.

He plunged into her deep in this new position, the veins along his length dragging against her sensitive inner walls, making her toes curl and fingers claw at the couch arm. She took a long drag of the cigarette as his hips snapped forward in a punishing rhythm. Each stroke drove him deeper and the wet slap of his balls against her clit echoed obscenely through the room. Her tits swung wildly with every impact, nipples brushing against the fabric of the couch. She took another drag and turned her head, exhaling a tight stream of smoke back at him. "You've got until this cigarette's done to make me cum, Mark. Fuck me like you mean it," she taunted, her voice punctuated by sharp moans as his thrusts are more frantic. She arched back into him, craving more. He reached around and grabbed her swinging tits, his palms engulfing the soft mounds and squeezing roughly, fingers pulling and twisting her nipples.

He could feel every inch of her with each stroke, the pressure beginning to build in his core. His pace quickened, his breaths coming in harsh gasps as he drove into her with everything he had. She took another drag and moaned through the exhale, the dual assault on her senses pushing her closer to the edge. He could feel her inner muscles spasm and clench around him like a vise with every thrust. "Fuck! I'm going to fill you up, you sexy, smoking slut!" He snarled, his voice rough with primal need.

His hands slid down from her tits to grip her hips, pulling her back onto his shaft with every forward slam, the impacts sending shockwaves through her body. Her pussy clamped harder around him signaling her impeding climax, building like a storm. "Fuck yes, mark, cum with me." She took another drag, the ember flaring brightly as it neared the filter. The room was a symphony of their fucking, wet slaps, low moans, and the faint hiss of smoke. Her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy convulsing winding around his cock and he felt his balls tighten. He buried himself deep and exploded, flooding her depths in thick bursts. They shuddered together and he collapsed back against the couch.

She took a final drag and gave him a soft kiss as she exhaled before putting out the cigarette and falling next to him on the couch. They slowly caught their breath and recovered before Rachel started getting dressed. She kissed him goodbye and returned home leaving him unsure if this was a one time thing or if he should expect to see her again.