Forget Me Knots

Forget Me Knots

         Felicia Rivera leaned over the front of my desk, pointing a long, polished fingernail to the places I needed to initial and sign the insurance paperwork she had typed. Her blouse fell open, allowing me a perfect view of her firm, generous breasts and a scent of feminine perfume wafted my way as she brushed her ebony cascade of hair back over her shoulder. Dark skinned and dark eyed, her Hispanic heritage created a Goya-like image of beauty. "No, Mr. Brent," she chided, covering my hand with her own. "Initial here and sign there."

         How could I pay attention to business with those luscious cocoa-colored globes swaying before my eyes? "Sorry, Felicia," I said, finishing the paperwork.

         She flashed me a white-toothed smile as she gathered up the papers and walked away with a hip-swaying stride. A colorful silk scarf was knotted around her tiny waist, accentuating the full spread of her phenomenal ass and her shapely legs.

         A hand slapped my shoulder and I jumped with guilt. Bob Turner, an over-weight, bespectacled co-worker stood beside my chair. "Man," he whispered, "how would you like to have that wrapped around your cock for . . . well, forever?" His eyes followed my gaze, fastened on Felicia's posterior.

         I shook my head resignedly. "Can't even imagine it, Bob. She touched my hand a minute ago and I nearly creamed my jeans. I bet she could just purely fuck the life out of you."

         Turner shrugged. "Looks can be deceiving, Jim. Carter in accounting balled her. Said she laid there like a corpse, barely moving, while he did everything he could think of to get her off. He figures, with her looks, she's had more dicks in her than an all "Richard" telephone directory. Burned out and jaded at twenty-four."

         "No shit?"

         "Yep. He said the only time she showed any emotion was when they first got naked. She grabbed his cock and went down faster than the Titanic. Course he almost shot his wad as soon as those full lips closed around his knob, and didn't want her to think he was a Minuteman, so he pried her off, spread her legs and poked it to her. First and last date. She told him to fuck off the next time he asked her out."

         I spent the balance of the work day thinking about Felicia, and what a moron Carter was. She could blow me anytime she wanted. Sure I'd shoot off like a Roman candle -- but I'd recover -- and take care of her needs when my eyes uncrossed and I drifted back to earth.

         Figuring nothing ventured, no pussy gained, I waited until I saw Felicia go into the employee lunchroom and made my move. She was cleaning out the coffeepot when I sidled up beside her. "Uh, Felicia," I said, my heart banging within my chest."

         She turned toward me, brushing one delectable tit against my forearm. Dark eyes wide with question. "Yes, Mr. Brent?"

         "Jim, Felicia. I've told you a dozen times to call me Jim."

         "Yes, Jim?" she mocked, smiling.

         "I was wondering, if you're free tonight, if you'd like to have dinner with me. Maybe catch a movie?"

         She sighed audibly, and my hopes fell. I braced myself for the brush-off. Instead, she pressed her breast more firmly against my tingling arm and said, "I wondered if you were ever going to ask me out. But no dinner. No movie.
Let's just go to my place and see what develops."

         Something was already developing between my thighs as she wrote her address on a brown paper towel and tucked it snuggly into the pocket of my slacks.

******

         As nervous as a schoolboy, I arrived at Felicia's apartment at seven P.M. and knocked on her door. She opened it -- wearing only the very finest attire -- absofuckinglutely nothing! If ever a body was meant to be naked, it was hers.
She took my arm and pulled me inside (not that I was dragging my feet), and closed the door behind us.

         Then she was in my arms, her lips fastened to mine with a hasty hunger. She unbuttoned my shirt and pressed her hot, long-nippled breasts against my chest as her tongue explored my tonsils. My pants dropped to my ankles as she undid my belt, unclasped and unzipped my slacks and gave them a downward tug.

         I slipped my hand between her legs, parting her black bush and feeling the slick wetness of her desire on my fingers. But she pushed my hand away roughly and dropped to her knees. She clawed at my briefs until they, too, wadded around my ankles, then took my pulsing, bobbing erection between her lips, her fingernails biting into my bare asschecks. Those dark eyes peered up at me wantonly as she moved her head back and forth, taking my meat in and, almost, out of her mouth, her tongue twirling around the bulging crown and along the sensitive underside of my cock.

         Remembering the idiot accountant, Carter, I made no attempt to dissuade Felicia from the task she was so obviously enjoying. Rather, I clasped one hand behind her head and drew her closer, clenching my ass and humping forward, fucking her sweet mouth with vigor. She brought one hand between my legs and cupped my balls, rolling them together gently as her index finger massaged my perineum.

         I'm only human. I felt the hot cream building within my balls, on the verge of release as I panted for breath. I looked back down at Felicia and her eyes were wide, pleading, aware I was at the limit of my control. She nodded twice, rapidly, and I shot my wad, exploding into her mouth, plunging my cock deep down her throat as she timed it perfectly and sucked hard, drawing every drop of cum from my quaking body!

         Finished, she stood and deliberately ran her tongue in a circle around her lips, capturing a small dollop of jizz that had escaped her mouth, then, with a sensuous twinkle in her eyes, she swallowed exaggeratedly and said, simply, "Mmmm."

         Heeling off my shoes, I kicked my pants and shorts away, and slipped out of my shirt. I lifted her compact little body in my arms and carried her toward what I assumed was the bedroom. It was. Laying her down, I fell beside her, kissing and nibbling her breasts, sucking the pea-hard nipples, then beginning a downward path over her taut brown belly -- intending my journey to end in the "Y" of her thighs, my mouth ready to taste the tart, wet sex of her cunt.

         But again she stopped me, wriggling away before I could savor her honeyhole. "Not yet," she moaned. "Just let me . . . give you pleasure."

         It occurred to me then that Felicia had rather give than receive. She got her turn-on by giving pleasure instead of being the recipient. A power trip, or just her particular form of foreplay I did not know, but, whatever, she was every man's secret dream -- an easily pleased woman.

         She rolled me over onto my back and straddled my thighs while reaching to the drawer of a nightstand beside the bed. From the drawer she produced a bright yellow feather, about eight inches in length. My semi soft cock twitched in anticipation.

         "Close your eyes," Felicia instructed. I did, and felt the soft tingle of the feather on my lips and chin. Not bad. From there, Felicia traced lazy patterns down my neck and in circles around my nipples. No girl had ever excited those superfluous little nubs before. They stood at attention, becoming more sensitive with every touch of the feather. Downward then, across my belly and navel with little effect, except I thought I knew where she was headed. And she was. As soon as the tip of the feather traveled down the length of my cock and tickled my slit, my member sprang to full attention once again.

         Gentle fingers stroked me as the feather tingled down the underside of my cock then flitted maddeningly over the stiff hairs of my balls, causing them to draw tight against my body. The hand left my knob and cupped my testicles, lifting them, and the feather, being twirled, tickled my perineum and, like a small yellow tornado, circled toward my asshole. I felt the familiar sensation of impending eruption and stopped Felicia's hand with mine, opening my eyes to see the intent expression on her beautiful face. "I'm about to come," I murmured. "Won't you join me this time?"

         My cockhead was only inches from her cunt, and she could have easily slid herself higher on my thighs and slipped my meat between her clit lips. But this girl knew what she wanted, and how she wanted it. "Not yet," she breathed, her breasts jutting forward with her inhalation.

         Reaching into the drawer again, she pulled out what appeared to be the silk scarf she wore around her waist earlier in the day. Her eyes met mine and a smile played at the corners of her lips as she began tying large, loose knots in the scarf, about three inches apart. Having watched too many scary movies, my first thought was, God, she's a female serial killer, tying knots in the scarf she's about to use to strangle me! Then common sense kicked in, and I knew she couldn't overpower me -- at least not physically.

         After eight or ten knots were tied in the scarf, Felicia did move forward and, clasping my throbbing cock in her tiny fist, she screwed the crown between her cunt lips, into the soft regions beyond, and thrust her hips forward, taking my entire rod up inside her. Jeez, she was tight! And wet. And hot. And . . . well, pussy is pussy. There's never been a bad one invented yet.

         She slowly rotated her ass, giving my cock a good workout, her eyes closed as a dreamy look softened her features. I reached up and fondled her barely sagging tits, amazed at the wide, dark areolas surrounding her erect nipples. One of the greater wonders of nature, I thought, an otherwise petite girl with a nice big rack.

         I began humping upward, seeking deeper territories, certain we were going to come together; that she was ready. Wrong. Felicia, strong for her size, leaned sideways, pulling me with her, then wriggled until she was beneath me, legs spread wide. No problem. Missionary position is fine. She was a traditionalist after all. An old-fashioned girl.

         Like hell! No sooner had I begun grinding and thrusting into her sweet meat than I felt her fingers parting my asscheeks! "What . . ." I questioned.

         "Hush," Felicia commanded. "Don't you enjoy new experiences?"

         "Maybe. Depends on what you have in mind."

         "I want to make you come like you never imagined. It helps me come, too," she said with a pout.

         Having no intention of this being my first and last date with Felicia, I shrugged, and went back to long-stroking her.

         My sphincter muscle tightened involuntarily when I felt her prodding my asshole, then I felt the soft slickness of the silk scarf trail over my buttcheeks. I grit my teeth as I felt her finger enter my anus, poking, then withdrawing over and over. She was insinuating the knotted scarf up inside me, I realized! The knots packed firmly against my prostate gland and I almost blew my wad, but, then, she stopped pushing.

         She was alive now, kissing me, thrusting her tongue deep down my throat, humping to take in more and more of my cock, faster and more wildly with each passing second. She lifted her legs and locked her ankles behind my back, allowing maximum penetration as I banged into her cunt, my balls slapping repeatedly against her tight ass.

         Her breasts heaved and she panted loudly, managing to grunt, "Now! Come now! Pleeeaassse!"

         I was ready. I fucked into her as hard and fast as I could, bracing my hands on either side of her, molten jizz gushing from my balls. And then, in one swift motion, Felicia yanked the scarf from my ass! Holy shit! Each knot that popped out of my ass increased my orgasm almost painfully. I spurted a blue ribbon winning quantity of cum inside Felicia, my nuts contracting as more and more cream gushed from me. "Godgodgod!" I yelled, but unable to hear myself over the ah's!, ooo's! fuck--fuck--fuck!, and final piercing scream issuing from Felicia's humping, bumping body.

         Her legs squeezed me so tightly I could barely breath. But who needed to breath? I was ready to die then and there, limbs forever entwined and dick embedded in Felicia's sucking, hungry cunt for eternity.

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         Over the two months we've been dating, Felicia and I have discovered that the feather and scarf routine works equally well on her, irregardless of which orifice into which it's inserted -- although we had to switch to nylon when silk began to stretch our budget too thin -- and we take turns, seemingly trying to kill each other with sex. I've bought a hemp robe for tomorrow night, allowing for larger, rougher knots. And it's Felicia's turn to happily suffer le petit morte.

The End

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