My Second Naughty Story

Danielle

Homecoming

Danielle stirred as the scrape of a key was heard in the lock of her New York apartment. Blearily she raised her head to peer at the clock. “3:03, Good Lord, he’s late. Or maybe early?,” she mused, flopping back down on the pillow. Her boyfriend was an actor and playwright and toured frequently. This time he’d been gone four weeks, an eternity for the two of them. She hadn’t expected him home until early morning, but he must have driven straight from the airport, so eager was he to get home to her.

Smiling, she stretched out invitingly to give him a good show and pretended to be asleep. He quietly came up the stairs, set his carry on bag on the landing and opened the door.

“Psst, Danni, sweetheart, I’m hame,” he whispered. Hearing no response but deep even breathing, he came in and said low, “Aw, shit, she’s asleep.” With a sigh, he opened the top curtain on their bedroom window to get enough light to undress by. She “stirred” in her sleep and peeped open one eye to watch. The gradual way his body was revealed when he stripped was such a turn on for her.

He shucked his coat and pulled his sweater and shirt over his head. Then he stood on one foot and then the other to kick off his travel boots. He bent over, back towards her, to get rid of his socks. Turning back, he pulled off his T shirt, leaving his slender pale torso bare. He hadn’t much hair on his chest but a slight tuft a hair between his nipples, but oh those nipples! Favorites of Danielle’s! She loved to run her hands through the tiny golden-brown patch of hair on his chest and to rub his slight belly. It made both of them purr. He scratched his tummy and looked down on her, smiling. “Mah love,” he whispered.

His arms were freckled in the moonlight and his dark hair stood up in a funny little quiff in front. She loved to tease him about the way he ran his hands through it when he was thinking or learning his lines. He must’ve been thinking hard on the way over. Danielle’s boyfriend was an intense man of many talents. He acted with his entire being; the money and fame weren’t that important to him. (He did enjoy it, however) The love and expression of his craft was. He loved to push himself, to see if he could pull something off, to test himself constantly. Danielle was his anchor at home. She kept house, cooked, sewed on buttons and took care of him in myriad ways. He treasured her above rubies.

Crossing the room quietly, he picked up his hairbrush and brushed his chesnut hair til sparks flew. “Whoa! That’s quite enough, I think,” he said to himself. The door opened and hall light flooded in as he padded to the bathroom. While she listened to him wash his face, pee, wash his hands, brush his teeth and talk to himself in the mirror, she could hardly contain her excitement. Danielle had retired at the ungodly hour of 9 pm in order to get plenty of rest. She intended to welcome him home in grand style!

He came back in quietly, no hall light this time, and took off his pants in the moonlight. Mmm, commando, her favorite way to go. She had the barest glimpse of his long thick cock in its nest of dark silky hair starting to become erect and his heavy balls swaying underneath. He snuggled up to her back and gasped when he encountered bare skin. He’d expected a nightie or something, at the very least. Her happy boyfriend nuzzled her neck, “Danielle, Danni, wakey wakey. I got something for youuuu,” he singsonged. Pressing his hardening cock to her back, his hand slid over her bare hip and up, seeking her.

She didn’t answer, but wiggled her warm soft bottom more snugly into his crotch. He groaned and slid a hand around to cup her generous breast.

“Sweetie, I know you’re awake. C’mon, now,” he pleaded. His wild eyebrows knit as he thought what to do. He rubbed the mole between them, “I know she’s teasing me…” he thought. Then something occured to him. Stealing a finger down, down, down her backside with the lightest of touches, he came to her round bottom. He tickled down her crack until he reached her thigh, then quick as a wink he slipped his long finger into her wet pussy.

“Augh! That’s not fair, Alan Cumming! No sneak attacks!,” she squealed and tried to get out of his grasp, but he caught her round the middle.

“I knew you were awake! What’s your sweet little puss doing dripping wet unless you knew I was here, mmh?,” he crowed, waving his slick finger under her nose. He had a giggle like a small child, one of the more adorable things about him.

“Ok, ok, ya got me!,” she squirmed some more trying to turn around and pull his chest hair. “I was waiting for you.” He let up and allowed her to turn around in his arms. “I missed you, ” she was serious for a moment. “I’ve missed you so much,” she repeated softly, kissing him.

“Good Lord, darling, so I have you,” his low sexy accent made her shiver again. He kissed her eyes and cheeks too. He was all over her in a heated embrace. Once he started, he couldn’t stop.

He wanted to devour her. He wrapped his strong arms around her and held her, kissing the corners of her mouth ever so gently. His tongue stole against the delicate seam of her lips until she allowed him in. Feather light, he explored the secrets of her mouth, enjoying her sweet taste. “Ah, Danielle, I want yeh so bad, I can’t wait, please, please let me, darlin'” he moaned as his Scots burr grew as thick as his cock.

Giggling, she held his pixie face in her little hands, “When could I ever deny you, Alan?” She gave herself up to him, kissing him passionately with all the fervor of the last four weeks. Her body turned to press against his belly and the hard shaft below. “Mmm, my favourite treat!” she murmured into his lips.

“No’ yet, no’ yet, love, lemme kiss yew fairst,” he panted.

Slowly she ground her tummy against his, rubbing his cock, making him break into a sweat. “Yes, darling,” she whispered. “I’m yours, baby, all yours.”

A small sob crept from his lips and he burrowed his face into her neck, “I love yeh, Danni. I love yeh so much.” He inched his kisses down to the tips of her throbbing breasts. Every time his lips found a nipple, she moaned and clutched him tighter to her. The feelings that coursed through her when he sucked were incredible. He pulled on one and nibbled until she thought she’d scream.

“My turn, baby,” she scootched down to his rosy nipples. They were one of the few feminine things on him. Alan was a very masculine man all around. In spite of the gender bending roles he had played and his past bisexuality, he made you very aware of his being male. He had strong hairy thighs, slim yet muscular arms, a barely there tummy, broad hands and feet, and a beautiful elfin face with generous laugh lines at the corners of his gorgeous long lashed eyes. And well his cock! Let’s just say Danielle was pleasantly and gratifyingly surprised the first time he made love to her. She took a nipple into her mouth and sucked. “Oh, god,” he breathed. “Yes, baby, suck it like ‘at, ’tis wha’ I like, darlin'” He shivered in her arms.

Danielle teased Alan for a time. It was so fun to have him babbling incoherently, straining to get his cock somewhere wet and warm. “Did you miss this?,” she asked archly, sucking the tiny bud until he gasped. “How ’bout this?,” she trailed kisses down his center line close to his aching penis. “Or this?,” she licked the swirl of hair ’round his navel.

“Jesus Swivelin’ Christ!,” he screamed. “Please, Danni,” he begged her.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” she rubbed her cheek up and down the length of his hot cock. His thighs trembled under her hands and he thrust his hips upward as if to remind her of what to do. “Hold on there, buddy. I haven’t forgotten in three weeks.”

Her lips closed over the rosy wet tip of his cock, pushing the last of his foreskin out of the way and swirled her tongue around it. It was hot to the touch and smelled heavenly; essence of Alan. Nice and musky, slightly sweaty from travel and very, very aroused. Her mouth opened wider and she crept down the shaft. Veins and silky skin traveled over her lips, further and further into her throat. He was about to cry it felt so good. Her head bobbed up and down over his lovely thick male organ. She loved the warm musky taste of him–she hummed her appreciation and that made him moan again.

His balls inched closer to her face with every pass up and down his dick. By now, he was frantically petting her beautiful brown hair, “Yes, love, oh god, I want you, I’ll have you, god, my love…” He moved gently in and out of her mouth a few inches. “Oh, pleasure me, love. Pleasure me the way I like it, you know t’way…” he babbled.

Quickly he came to a decision and sat up, pulling his cock out of her mouth. “Wha–?,” she cried. He grasped her arms and just as quickly flipped her on her back. He wanted her and he was going to take her right here and now! Understanding his urgency, she opened her thighs to her lover and he roughly spread her open with his fingers. The blunt hard tip of him nudged into her, spreading her wider. He took her wrists and pinned them to the bed. He felt male and primal and he was going to fuck her this instant!

“Oh god, Alan, Alan,” she whispered in his ear.

That inflamed him. It didn’t take but a few seconds to gain entrance and he plunged his maleness into her. She cried out not in pain, but in ecstacy. His arms pressed her against the bed and he bent his neck to lay his cheek on her soft breasts. Each thrust forced a grunt out of both of them. She loved it when he was rough and wild. It made her feel desired and so sexy he couldn’t control himself. (She knew he could, but it was fun to pretend she had that power over her love.) Sucking hard on a nipple he pounded and thrust into her. “Harder, baby,” she whispered, egging him on.

He raised his head to look wildly into her eyes. It was so fucking erotic for him to see her under him, biting her lip, moaning, struggling against his power. His lips found hers and he forced a kiss upon her. Danni pretended to wiggle and avoid him, but he knew she wanted it hard.

And so he gave it to her….hard and fast he took her. Deep into her warm folds he drove himself, faster and faster, moaning her name. They were entwined, eyes locked on the other’s, loving each other. He had a wild animal look in his eye and a little glimmer of yes, tenderness at the same time. It was all the feelings of love mixed up and turned together: possessiveness, caring, joy, celebration, lust, urgency, all of them.

His granite hard cock bumped her G spot each time he angled in. “Oh, Alan, I’ll come, I’m going to come!”

“Do it!,” he panted. “Do it, luvvy, come fer me, I want tae watch yeh come, I’ve thought about yew so many times doin’ ‘at in da las’ four weeks. Give it tae me, darlin’ girl!” He wanted to see this. “Ever’ night I’ve though’ o’ yew and jerked off, pretending it’s yer soft liddle ‘and on mah dinker, grabbing me, pullin’ on mah dink, pleasuring me, moaning under me just like ‘is…”

She loved to hear him talk this way. There was no doubt he loved her, she had no worries on that score, but it was so exciting to hear him profess his degree of desire for her. “‘is time on location, I borrowed Ian’s lube and I pretend yew ware suckin’ me off, ‘ose sweet lips on mah dinker, beggin’ tae suck me off. Oh, gawd, ’tis wunnerful. I kin ‘ardly wait tae git ‘ome, thinkin’ ’boutcha. Fookin’ me, callin’ out mah nem,” he became short of breath, he was pumping so hard. His orgasm was building up; he could feel his balls heavy and tight up to his body. “Jesus Lord Thunderin’, I’m gonna come!” She was helpless under him. Her man took her and she felt made for it. All she wanted was to submit to him and his lust.

Danielle tipped her hips up to let him in deeper. This triggered something inside her, for soon a flood of warmth coursed through her. Her legs tightened, then it felt as though her pelvis exploded. “Alan!,” she screamed. Wave after wave of sweet savory orgasm broke deep in her body.

He clung to her to ride it out. There was nothing like feeling the woman you loved come in your arms. He shook on top of her.

“Oh me love, now, now, NOW!,” his penis shot into her with all the pentup force of the weeks of celibacy he’d endured. “Danni, Danni, ” he moaned. He was totally open and vulnerable at that moment. A state he’d never allowed anyone to see him in until Danielle. He “acted” the part of celebrity in interviews. As open as he was with his body, he kept his thoughts and feelings private. That is, until Danni came into his life. He felt so at ease with her. He could tell her anything and he did, “Oh, baby, I love yeh so.” Alan stroked her hair, lying on her body. His breathing and heart rate slowed to a more normal pace and he slid half off to weep in her arms. “Gawd, I love yew.”

“Shh, love, everything’s all right. I will always be here for you. I love you, Alan,” she stroked his silky hair. They held each other tenderly the rest of the night, well into morning. Dreaming the same dreams, having the same thoughts, they were together.

Gooooooodddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Best ever!!!!!!