The Harem -- Autumn

“Two-three-FOUR!!!”

The instructor shouted incessantly for all to hear and follow. Autumn dutifully followed suit. It was a Sinatra saloon song “One For My Baby” that flowed through the rehearsal hall. There were twelve dancers in the number, all wanting very much to impress the teacher. She continued her relentless counting and occasional criticizing of students. Autumn, however, seemed impervious to it all. For her, dancing was more than an artistic exploration. There was an inner connection that defied any explaining.

This day, it was a sexual thing….the dancing turned her on. Physically. Emotionally. And her involvement was always more than just personal. It created and emphasized a direct line to her pussy. It had been like that since she was a young girl.

One particular section did it. As the piano moved, as the singer made his plaintive cry, Autumn suddenly stopped. She went down on her knees and hid her face. One of the other women came over and hovered, protecting her from any questioning or comment. Autumn was on her knees, spasming. Jerking inside. Literally orgasming. It was all should could do to stifle her vocal moans. She stayed there for about thirty seconds, as the music and dancing of others continued around her.

The instructor, to her credit, came over and asked “Autumn, are you all right?” Her friend Meg immediately said “She’s okay. She hasn’t eaten today; she warned me about it.” Autumn looked up with flushed, yet dancing eyes. The teacher simply said “You’re done today, honey….” Looking around the class, she said “You’re all done today. Monday, 6:30. Don’t forget your shoes.”

Meg helped Autumn up. “Damn, girl” Meg said quietly. “I wish I could get that to work for me!” They both smiled at each other. Autumn said “Let’s go get a drink.” Meg responded “On me tonight.” “Fine….I’m not arguing this evening. Let’s just get the fuck out of here.” On to Ronnie’s.

As she drove down the street, Autumn was a bundle of different things. Excited and nervous. Exhausted and horny. She’d not been with anyone that she really enjoyed in quite a while. and she enjoyed going out when possible. She certainly didn’t want to be seen as someone desperate, hanging around in bars and waiting…waiting. But Autumn did enjoy Ronnie’s – there was a comfort level there whenever she went in. And after any rehearsal that was as challenging as this one was, blowing off some steam…even if it simply put her to sleep…was welcome. Autumn was one of those souls who was constantly discovering her sexual side, and she wanted fervently to find response to what she was putting out into the cosmos.

The car radio suddenly went to a B. B. King tune, a hot and steamy blues that Autumn simply loved. She heard the beginning of the song and sighed to herself. She rolled the window up and cranked up the music and the air conditioning. Absentmindedly, her hand brushed the nipple of her wonderfully responsive breasts…she was always very blessed that way. The brief wave inside her caused Autumn to grab her breast while driving. And she wasn’t subtle, either. She worked that tit all over, getting the nipple very hard and very big. Through her top, she pinched herself hard and let out a squeal. Then she started laughing. She was waking up. And she pulled her nipple away from her breast, shaking it in the process and cried out “FUCK!!” Meg was following in her own car. No one was around…what was the harm?

The women arrived at the bar and quickly parked under the same tree in the lot, their own safety net. They strolled to the entrance of the bar and, as per the usual, went to the bartender, a friendly sort with a shaved head.

“Autumn! You hot little bitch! HOW ARE YOU?”

Autumn laughed from the gut. “Hello, Ron! Uh…would you please help me with this?” And she pointed at Meg. The bartender took a quick look at Meg and smiled broadly. “Well, well, good evening, young lady!” Meg also laughed and said with slight sarcasm “Ronnie, you are just SO-O-O funny.” Smiling, he reached under the bar and pulled out napkins, snacks, the usual barfly accoutrement. “The quality tonight here has been a little, uh, tolerable. You just raised the bar. So for you two” he said “…this round is on me.”

“Wow…” Autumn said. “What’s the occasion?”

“You came in. That’s good enough for me.” He winked at her slyly and motioned to the back of the bar. “He’s back there this evening.” Both ladies looked around and saw through the medium-sized crowd a man, drinking a glass of wine, reading by himself. Autumn had watched this man in the last week or so and was interested. He kept to himself, though, so she respected the distance. Ron brought Autumn a Tequila Sunrise and Meg a Sierra Nevada. It pays to be a regular….“Okay, honey” the barkeep said. “His name is Mac. He’s a writer and works freelance for the paper. Divorced and pretty quiet. Smart. Just moved into a new condo over in Lakeview.”

“Hey...your neighborhood.” Meg said to Autumn, who smiled inwardly.

“Plus” The bartender smiled. “He’s asked about you, too.” Autumn suddenly got shy. “You’re kidding me, right?” He motioned to him to come up to the bar. The man smiled and walked over. Meg turned into a giggly high school girl. “He’s coming, he’s coming , HE’S COMING!!!”

Everyone turned now to see this appealing man arrive at the stool next to Autumn.

The host did the honors. “Mac, this is Autumn. Autumn, Mac.” Mac took her hand warmly, as Autumn met his gaze fully. This chemistry was immediate and hot. “I’ve seen you in here” Mac said. “I just had to meet you. I hope you don’t mind my being so forward.” Looking at Ron, he said “I’ve been taking lessons here from one of the masters, I think.” Ron smiled. “Son, if you only knew.” Everyone laughed. “Please come join me.” Mac took Autumn’s hand and they went to the back table.

Thank God it was a Friday night. Meg stayed at the bar for a while and eventually made sure that Autumn was all right. Then she left .

Mac and Autumn, both strong people, fell into each other’s company like a hand in a glove. They shared so much in common…movies, music, food. Experiences, both sexual and otherwise. They discovered that they actually lived three blocks apart and after a couple of hours, they left together, hand-in-hand. The bartender smiled inwardly. A job well done…

Autumn invited Mac into her place, which was thankfully free and clear that evening and for the entire weekend. Literally as soon as the door was shut, she locked the door and threw her purse on the floor. She turned Mac around and kissed him fully on the mouth. Mac clutched her hair and drew her head back to get at her gorgeous neck, kissing and biting as he went. Autumn wanted to shower and was conscious of her dance sweat…which turned Mac on so much. “Please….Mac…I need to freshen up….” Mac took her by the waist and said firmly, but gently,

“No…you don’t. This is just right.”

She led him to her bedroom and started taking her clothes off quickly. Mac stopped her for a moment. “Is this new?” he asked, grabbing her dark blue stretch top. “Well, I –“ He didn’t wait, literally tearing it off. It was like a damned romance novel…except that she had it knotted at the waist and it wouldn’t rip any further. They both laughed uproariously. Mac said “I’ll buy you another one tomorrow.” Autumn said “Don’t worry about it. Come on….Let’s just play, you fucker.”

Both being naked now, and Mac not taking any time away from this woman’s body, he threw her on the bed, resuming his wonderous kissing and nibbing. Autumn was eating this up, too. Mac lingered on her round tits, the nipples jutting out proudly and in harsh excitement. Tonight was, indeed, a night when she just wanted to be taken, while still being the resilient sexual being she always was.

Mac worked his way down to her cunt, now ultimately spread open for her pleasure. Her clit was just as flushed and filled as her nipples and he knew what to do. Tonguing….up and down….back and forth…fuck this hot slut….gimme this cunt…he started tonguefucking her, throwing his face into her crotch. Autumn began grunting loudly, just as he wanted her to do. She clutched his head in her hands and began fucking his face, rapidly. And Mac was a champ, staying right with her. She began to feel a buildup to that great place inside and ground herself faster and faster into him. He threw her hands aside. Thrusting up her legs, he then took her hands to hold her legs up. And he dove into her pussy with abandon. He took her clit between his teeth, so they were baring touch her. His tongue circled as fast as he could move it.

Then he started to hum. With this hot woman’s cunt in his mouth, he was humming. A human vibrator. Autumn went crazy with her orgasm. She felt herself literally spasming on his face, the rhythmic throbbing a new sensation to feel, even if she intellectually knew that it happened. And then…..my GOD…

“Ohmygodoooohhhhmyggggoooooddddd!!! WHATAREYOUDOING???? FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!”

He shoved a wet finger into her asshole and fingerfucked it, something she didn’t expect, something she hadn’t really felt much of in other lovers…but it intensified the orgasm even more. She screamed in alternating delight and slight pain, even as her cum helped her relax into it…This was a man who wanted her to know that her needs were important to him. She recognized it and was highly thankful.

After her cum, Autumn turned over for a moment. She absentmindedly reached over and opened the drawer to her nightstand. And Mac saw her paddle. He took her hand. He crawled up to gently lay on top of her. He whispered in her ear “Do you want this?” She joyfully nodded, her eyes closed, her nirvana still upon her. They both laid there for a bit, feeling each other physically, Mac grinding his cock into her buttcheek.

The sheet then was pulled to expose Autumn’s ass and legs, where Mac moved down the bed to work and tease his cock with an expert touch, barely grazing the back of her knee. Up to her thigh, taking himself and slapping her thigh with his dick. It felt heavy and absolutely wonderful to Autumn. Fuck, she thought, why doesn’t this happen every damned day??? She started grinding her pussy into the hand that she had slipped under her…what a fucking turn-on this was. Mac lingered a little on her ass, giving all kinds of attention to its appealing firmness and almost valentine look. Then the tease stopped. He grabbed the paddle from the nightstand and reached under her in one smooth and swift motion. Autumn automatically moved her ass up to meet him, starting to masturbate furiously, knowing what was ahead. He softly rubbed both her cheeks and then…

THWAAAAAACCCKKK!!! Down came the paddle onto her ass. She knew it was coming and still squealed with lustful delight.

THWAAAAAACCCCKKK!!! On the other cheek it came, and the same squeal out of her hot mouth. Autumn continued to fuck herself with three fingers. She was getting her favorite toy done to her in a way that she just lapped up. This really WAS a special moment….or was turning out to be so….Mac yanked the sheet all the way off her and began to steadily use the paddle on one of the most gorgeous asses he’s ever seen. “THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT, AUTUMN!!!” he said out loud, speaking to her and not really directing it at her, but to the experience. And it continued.

THWAAAACCCCKK!!! In rotating cheeks.

THWAAACCCCKKK!!! THWAAACCCKKKK!!!! THWAAACCCCKKK!!! And Autumn could not get enough. She didn’t pull this toy out often. But this time…oh fuck yes….

THWAAAACCCKKKK!!! Again and again. And the closer she got to orgasm, the faster and harder he swung…which only added to the intensity of the sex. Finally, as she was about ready to orgasm, Mac threw the paddle out of his hands and brusquely shoved his cock into her cunt, nearly trapping Autumn’s fingers in the process. “JESUS!!!” she cried, almost losing her breath, but quickly recovering. She was so fucking drenched. And he was so ready for this fucking bitch under him.

The lust now took over. She used language she never thought she had…and spoke to a man who was attending to her every whim:

“Ohfuckyes…fuckyes…FUCKYES…MYGODTHISISSOOOOWONDERFUUUULLL!”

Mac began fucking her hard. And fast. It was as if the man had changed personality in a moment’s notice. Autumn wrapped her arms around her pillow and they quickly found a rhythm. He fucked her with a stream of dirty language that turned her more red than the ass flush she felt. And she absolutely loved it all…

“GODYOUARE AHOTFUCKING LITTLE BITCH…OH FUCK YES, WHAT A NICE SMOOTHFUCK YOU ARE…GODDAMN YOU...LOVELOVE THIS LITTLE CUNT!”

He pumped Autumn like a monster and started unconsciously digging her hips with his fingers. And he wasn’t holding back a thing. Neither was Autumn, who kept stabbing at her clit as she was being almost savagely fucked. She was so hot, she began to cry. The release was coming at last, and it touched her in a place inside that was being filled after so long a dry spell. Her own words now matched Mac’s, and she was now an absolute whore, if just for this moment…

“JESUSMACFUCKMEFUCKME!! FUCKMEOOOOOOHHHHDON’TSTOP!!PLEEEEAASEDON’TSTOP!! OHHHHHHGGOOOODDDDDD!!!!”

And as she started cumming again, the sounds of slapping torso and the feelings of her red, slapped ass began to merge together. Fuckfuckfuck, she heard from the back as Mac, now with a totally different look on her face, let his eyes sink into the back of his head as his own orgasm began. Mac shot his load inside, spasming violently, letting out a huge Tarzan-type yell. And there the two of them went. Down the road of lust, arriving at the same destination at the same time. It was heaven for both of them. Just heaven…

They recovered slowly. Curled up in a spooning place. Autumn sunk back into Mac, her cunt sopping with her own juice and Mac’s cum…Mac draped peacefully behind her, her hand cupping her full breast. “Mac, my ass is tingly.” Mac chuckled quietly. “Well…isn’t that what you wanted?”

Oh, hell yes…:)