Pleasure Retreat II

This episode contains harsh language in a degradation scene between two consenting adults. Please listen at your own discretion.

“I was certain there had been a misunderstanding, but there hadn’t been. They had become my enemies in the few days I was gone. Disoriented, I walked through the garden, past the shattered glass of the window, and opened the gate. Andrea looked up at me from the bottom of the hill. The rest of it I’ll never remember.”

“Thank you. Thanks for coming out, everyone. Oh, I’ve been told to remind you that if you haven’t picked up your copy of the book yet, it’ll be waiting for you at the front.”

Charming, as always.

It’s rare that writers can turn out such big crowds for a book release party, but if anyone can do it, it’s you. The prince of the New York City literature scene.

I had honestly forgotten that we exchanged numbers at that retreat upstate earlier this year. So, getting a text from you last week about your book release was a little surprising.

God, the night we spent together is still something I daydream about. Definitely in my top three best orgasms ever. But I’ve never been under any pretenses that it would ever be anything more than that. It was an incredible hookup and nothing more.

And then I got your text… and now I’m wondering if maybe there could be something more to it.

I haven’t had a chance to speak with you yet, but you definitely saw me come in earlier. You’ve been getting whisked around by your agent, forced to rub shoulders with the literary elite, but every few minutes I get the sensation that I’m being watched.

And I look up to find your eyes on me from across the room. Hungry, bright, burning with need. You’ve got an entire bookstore full of people begging for your attention, and yet all you seem to do is look at me.

I push through throngs of young people dressed in black and clutching plastic cups filled with wine and inch my way toward the stage. The bookstore is starting to empty and the event is winding down.

You’re stepping down off the platform, your book hanging loosely in your hand. You look up and catch my eyes.

“Well, hello.”

“Hello yourself.”

You embrace me without hesitation. I’ve forgotten how tall you are, just how well my body fits against yours.

“Long time no see. Well, not that long, I guess. Three, four months?”

“Something like that, yeah. So, you finished the book. That’s incredible. I can’t wait to get my hands on it.”

“Oh, thanks, thanks. Took me forever, but I finally finished the damn thing.”

“So, looks like you actually did get something done at the retreat.”

You cock an eyebrow up at me and your lips curl upward into a knowing smile. There’s a look in your eyes, like you and I share an inside joke. I catch them flicking down to my jeans for a single second.

“Yeah, guess so. And I think I have you to thank for that. It was a… pretty inspiring time.”

I move half a step closer to you and you tilt your head just slightly as you look at me. You’re feeling me out, I think. Trying to estimate my intentions, possibly my availability.

“Well… I’m happy to provide some more inspiration for your work anytime you need…”

“Yeah? How about… tonight?”

I bite down on my bottom lip, considering the offer. You turned my world upside down at that retreat. I was embarrassed you heard me jacking off, but you clearly loved listening to me through the thin walls of that old house. I’ve had plenty of random hookups, but that… that day made me feel like an outlaw. Like a wild animal.

So, yes, of course I want to do that again, but I’m going to at least make it seem like I’m a little hard to get.

“Tonight… tonight… yeah, I think I could squeeze you in…”

You put your mouth close to my ear.

“Good. Because I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately…”

Your warm breath tickles my inner ear and my whole body goes rigid with desire. I forgot how unabashed you can be. It’s clear that when you want something, you really want it.

“Yeah? What exactly have you been thinking?”

“I’ve been thinking about you… down on your knees… my dick at the back of your throat.”

“Would this be before or after you fuck me…?”

“Before. You use that hot little mouth of yours to get me nice and hard… and then I fuck you harder than you’ve ever dreamed of.”

Ohhh god, my dick is getting hard. Of course you have no problem talking dirty in public. You get off on pushing the limit, I think. Of skirting along the edge of what’s allowed, what’s off-limits.

I step a little bit closer to you, angling my hips straight at you in the hopes that no one can see me getting hard.

“Yeah? You’re going to fuck my mouth with your dick?”

“Yep, and if you make me cum, then you’re going to swallow my load. And once you’ve licked me clean, then I’m going to fill your ass to the brim.”

Oh my god, you’re like a wild animal. My knees are literally trembling right now.

“And… how exactly are you going to fuck me?”

“I’m going to bend you over my dining room table. Fill up that tight little ass… and then I’m going to make a fucking mess inside you. And you’re going to beg me to do it again… and again…”

“Anything else…?”

I reach down and let my hand glide across the front of your pants. I squeeze your bulge and you jerk just a little.

“Mm, no more free samples. You’ll just have to come home with me if you want to know more.”

“Okay, then.”

You nod for me to follow you and brush past me, your face a solid mask of confidence. I really wasn’t expecting to get laid tonight, but then again… why else would you have invited me? Other than to be polite?

I trail a few steps behind as you say goodbye to your agent and the bookshop owner. My dick is absolutely throbbing, but it sounds like you’ll be attending to that very, very soon

“My place is just a couple blocks away.”

We walk fast side by side, hardly speaking, both of us just trying to contain our desire until we get to your apartment. My mind is swimming with endless visions of you fucking me, your hand clamped around my jaw, your cock thrusting in and out of my ass relentlessly. I am so glad I decided to come out tonight.

Your hands are on me as soon as we step through the door.

You guide me down the hall with your hands on my waist. As soon as we’re in the living room, you turn me around and kiss me.

You slip off your jacket and toss it to the floor without breaking the kiss. Your hands resume their place on my hips and squeeze.

“Can I please suck your cock? Please?”

“Yeah, you’re hungry for it, aren’t you? Are you a little cock slut?”

“Yeah, I’m your cock slut. I want in my mouth so fucking bad.”

“Get on your knees.”

Your dick springs out of your underwear as I pull them down to your ankles. I take the base in my hand and slide my tongue along your shaft.

“Fuck…”

Your hand wraps around the back of my neck and pulls me forward. I take your tip in my mouth and slowly run my lips up and down your thick, gorgeous dick.

“There you go, that’s it… suck it good for me. I know how much you want it…”

You pull your cock out of my mouth suddenly and tap the head against my cheeks. I leave my mouth open and my tongue hanging out. You push it back in between my lips.

“That cock taste good? Yeah? Get it nice and hard and wet for me.”

“If you wanna get fucked, then get it nice and hard. That’s right, just like that…”

“Ohhh yeah, squeeze my balls. Harder. Harder.”

“Feel me fucking the back of your throat? Yeah, take it deeper, deeper… ohhh, you’re so good at that. So good at taking me deep.”

Your dick is completely filling my mouth… it feels so good, so fucking hot. You pull my head back and draw your shaft out of my mouth.

Your hands are quick and desperate as you guide me to my feet.

“God, you are so good at that. You ready for this cock, hm?”

“Ohhh, fuck, yes. Please, fill my ass up. Fuck me hard, please.”

You turn me around and I stumble forward, pressing my hands down flat on your dining room table. Your body presses up against me from behind and your mouth hovers over my ear. Your breath is hot and your voice is strained.

“You ready? Ready for this dick?”

“Yes, fuck… hurry…”

You lift up my shirt and pull it over my head. Your hands immediately go to my nipples and you squeeze them with tight little pinches.

You reach around me and unbutton my pants before pulling them down to the ground. My dick is thick and desperate as you wrap your hands around the shaft and slowly pump.

“Ohhh, god, look at that. You’re so hard for me, hm? I’m going to milk this fucking cock…”

“Ohhh my god, yeah, please…”

I feel the tip of your dick pressing into my ass. You guide it forward and right up against the tip.

Your hand presses against my back and bends me over the table, just as you promised you would.

“Ohhh, god, faster… faster…”

“Oh, you like that, huh? Yeah? You want more?”

“Yeah, fuck— oh my god, yeah…”

“This dick was made for fucking your hole. Right? Wasn’t it?”

Your hand wraps around my shaft again and you pump it with firm, twisting pulls.

“You know you can give it to me, fucking give it to me.”

Your free hand wraps around my jaw and you press your face into the back of my neck. Your hand is pumping my dick so fast…

“Ohhh, fuck, I’m close. I’m going to cum in you. I’m going to cum in you…”

“Yeah, yeah… keep going, keep going…”

Oh god, I can feel cum dripping out of my ass as you pull out. Your hand stays clasped around my shaft as you turn me around.

Your hand moves faster, faster, jerking me so good…

“Ohhh, shit. Yeah, just like that, keep going… keep going…”

“Yeah, you better cum hard for me…”

“Y-yeah, I’m going to… I’m going to cum hard for you… I’m going to—f-fuck!”

My body jerks hard over and over again and I coat your hand with my load. You stand still against me, just letting your fingers drag slowly over my sensitive shaft.

“F-fuck…”

“Mmm… that was incredible…”

You pull away and I immediately miss the sensation of your body up against mine. I watch you, my eyes heavy and my body sagging under the weight of such an intense orgasm.

You wash your hands in the kitchen sink and grab a few paper towels off the counter.

“Here. You can rinse off in the shower if you need to.”

I hook my arm around the back of your neck and pull you back into me.

I don’t know where this is going between us, or if it’s going anywhere, but it’s not often I get fucked like that and want to stick around after.

For now, I think I’ve just found my new favorite fuck buddy.