Forbidden Bareback Suprise

The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue across Chrissy’s meticulously arranged apartment. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine incense, and the low hum of jazz music filled the space. Chrissy, in her full regalia—a lacy black bra straining against her modest chest, matching panties that barely concealed her growing excitement, fishnet stockings, and stiletto heels—paced nervously by the door. Her makeup was flawless, her lips painted a deep red, and her eyes lined with a smoky shadow that made her hazel eyes pop.

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, signaling the arrival of her guest. With a deep breath, she checked the mirror one last time, ensuring every strand of her wig was perfectly in place, then strode to the door, her heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floor.

As she opened the door, her breath caught in her throat. Standing before her was a man far more striking than his profile had suggested. He was tall, towering over her despite her heels, and his body was covered in a layer of dark, inviting hair. His eyes were a piercing blue, and his smile was warm as he greeted her with a deep, resonant voice.

“Hi, I’m Mark,” he introduced himself, his gaze openly appreciative as it roamed over Chrissy’s attire.

Chrissy felt a flutter in her stomach, a mix of nerves and excitement. “Come in, please,” she managed, stepping aside to let him enter.

Mark stepped into the apartment, his presence filling the space instantly. Chrissy closed the door behind him, her heart pounding in her chest as she turned to face him. Without a word, she moved closer, she wanted him inside her so bad.

As their lips met, Mark’s hands found their way to her hips, pulling her closer. Chrissy moaned softly into his mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. The kiss deepened, became more urgent, as if they were both trying to convey all the unspoken desires simmering between them.

Breaking the kiss, Chrissy took a step back, her eyes smoldering with desire. She reached down, her fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the lace bra beneath. Mark’s eyes followed her every movement, his breathing deepening as he watched her slowly undress.

With a seductive smile, Chrissy slid the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands then moved to her skirt, which she also let drop, leaving her standing before him in only her lingerie and high heels.

“You look incredible,” Mark whispered, his voice hoarse with need whilst glaring at the outline in her panties.

Chrissy blushed, the compliment sending a thrill through her. “Thank you,” she replied softly, her hands moving to cup her small cock through the fabric of her panties. She could feel it hardening, responding to the heat of the moment.

Mark’s gaze darkened as he watched her touch herself. He stepped forward, his hands gentle as they explored her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. His fingers danced over the lace of her panties, teasing the edge before dipping beneath, finding her cock.

Chrissy gasped, her head falling back as his fingers wrapped around her, stroking gently. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire. “Touch me like that.”

Encouraged, Mark continued his ministrations, his other hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing gently. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “I want to feel you, all of you.”

Chrissy shivered at his words, her legs feeling weak with need. She nodded, her eyes closing as she gave herself over to the sensations he was creating.

Mark’s hand moved lower, his fingers probing at her entrance. Chrissy spread her legs wider, granting him better access. He pushed gently, one finger sliding inside, then another, stretching her slowly.

“Oh, God,” Chrissy moaned, her hands gripping his arms tightly as he worked her open. “That feels so good.”

Mark kissed her neck, his teeth nipping lightly as he added a third finger, scissoring them inside her, preparing her for what was to come. Chrissy arched against him, her body responding eagerly to his skilled touch.

After a few moments, Mark withdrew his fingers, his eyes gleaming with lust as he looked down at her. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice rough.

Chrissy nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Yes, please,” she begged, her voice cracking with urgency.

Mark smiled, a predatory gleam in his eye. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom, which he quickly rolled onto his already hard cock. Chrissy watched, her eyes fixed on his actions, her body trembling with anticipation.

Positioning himself behind her, Mark bent Chrissy over slightly, her hands braced against the couch. He lined his cock up with her ass, pressing the tip against her tight hole. Chrissy held her breath, her heart racing as she waited for the intrusion.

With one smooth motion, Mark thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her. Chrissy cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through her as he filled her completely. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, his hands firm on her hips.

“You okay?” he murmured, his voice gruff.

Chrissy nodded, biting her lip as she tried to relax around him. “Just… give me a second,” she panted.

Satisfied, Mark began to move, his hips snapping back and forth as he fucked her steadily. Chrissy groaned, her body starting to yield to the rhythm, her muscles clenching around him.

“Harder,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “Please, Mark, harder.”

Mark obliged, picking up the pace, driving into her with increasing force. Chrissy met each thrust, her own hips bucking back against him, desperate for more. They fell into a primal rhythm, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room.

Chrissy’s cries grew louder, her orgasm building rapidly. She could feel it cresting, the waves of pleasure crashing through her with relentless force. “I’m close,” she warned, her voice ragged. “So close.”

Mark grunted in response, his own release nearing. He reached around, his hand closing over her cock, stroking her in time with his thrusts. Chrissy cried out, her climax hitting her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around him.

As she came down from her high, Mark pulled out abruptly, causing Chrissy to whimper in protest. He discarded the condom, his cock glistening with pre-cum as he prepared to reenter her.

“Wait,” Chrissy gasped, her eyes wide with alarm. “You have to wear a condom.”

Mark grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. “I know,” he said, lining his bare cock up once more. “But I think we both want this.”

Before Chrissy could protest further, Mark thrust back inside her, this time without the barrier between them. Chrissy screamed, a mix of shock and pure, raw pleasure as he filled her completely, his cock slamming into her depths.

“Yes,” she moaned, her objections forgotten as the sensation overwhelmed her. “Fuck me like that, Mark. Harder.”

Mark did as she asked, his strokes becoming savage, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge again. Chrissy clung to the couch, her body a vessel for his relentless assault, her senses drowning in the intensity of the moment.

“I’m going to cum,” Mark growled, his voice strained with effort. “Where do you want it?”

Chrissy didn’t hesitate, her voice a desperate plea. “Inside, please. Fill me up, Mark.”

With a roar, Mark obeyed, his body stiffening as he poured his seed deep within her. Chrissy felt the hot flood of his release, her own orgasm triggered by his, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

As their bodies slowly returned to stillness, Mark collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Chrissy lay there, her mind a whirl of emotions, her body still tingling with the aftermath of their passionate encounter.

“Wow,” Mark breathed, turning to look at her. “That was… something else.”

Chrissy smiled, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek. “Yeah,” she agreed softly. “It really was.”