Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.

Comments

[RPF] NC-17 A party of our own - Jim/Martha.

[(Anonymous)]

Sometimes showbiz parties can just get too much and all you want is a familiar, friendly faced co-star for a quick shag.

~

Jim's hand rested on the small of Martha's back as he leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"When nobody's looking, did you want to slip upstairs?"

Martha's smirk was the only response Jim needed. A smug smile painted across his face, he took a drink from the passing platter. He watched her mingling with the crowd, his gaze passed over her hair, shoulders, glorious back, ass and then her legs... those legs... He swallowed, shoving a hand into his pocket and taking another sip.

"Alright?"

"Huh?" Jim looked over and saw Mat waving at him. "Oh, hello mate." He tried desperately not to make it obvious that he was still staring at Martha from across the room. His eyes kept running over her curves and he absently bit down on his lip.

"Are you alright?" asked Mat again.

"Fine, fine... Yeah." Jim nodded, squinting slightly and frowning as he saw Martha slip past the crowds and out the room.

"Hold this." Before he had a chance to respond, Jim had passed Mat his glass and slipped off through the crowds after Martha. Perhaps he seemed a little too eager but at this moment he really didn't care. He slipped out of the hall, dodging the tables as he went. He weaved in and out of them, loosening his tie as he went.

"Martha?" He called, once out in the hallway. "Where are you?"

He could hear her giggle from halfway up the stairs. He grinned and ran up them after her. Finally, he caught up with her.

"Why didn't you take the lift?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"I wanted to see you work up a sweat for me." She grinned, placing her hands over his.

"Oh sweetheart, you know you can do that to me without making me run up any stairs. Just looking at your beautiful form makes me hot under the collar." He growled and began to nip at her neck.

Martha giggled, slapping his hand playfully. "Wait until we get to the room."

"Have you the key?" He asked absently, not really caring for a response. He'd shag her in the hallway if they didn't have the key for the room.

She nodded, getting the key out of her bag and unlocking the door. Jim placed himself down on the bed, laying there suggestively with raised eyebrows. His eyebrows raised so high at the sight of Martha pulling out some handcuffs from her handbag that they almost slid off the top of his head. "W-what...?"

Re: [RPF] NC-17 A party of our own - Jim/Martha.

[(Anonymous)]

"I thought we'd have some fun."

"I wondered why you had such a dirty smirk earlier..." he sat up, frowning a little. "Really?"

"Come on Jim," She purred, climbing onto the bed and straddling him, making him lay back down.

His eyes slipped straight down, and his gaze fell on her chest. At this, Martha pulled his head back up, tutting. "Nope."

"Wha- S-sorry..." He swallowed, watching the handcuffs very carefully. "What are you going to do with those?"

"What do you think?"

Within a second's movement Jim found his hands guided upwards and his wrists fastened to the bed post. His tie was pulled from around his neck and thrown to the floor. Martha's fingers worked at the perfect pace, unbuttoning his shirt with skill. Her lips kissed at his lips, and then slipped downwards, kissing gently but passionately at his neck.

Jim groaned, half with delight and the other with frustration. He wanted to run his fingers down her body, smoothly over her curves and pull her closer against his body. He wanted to twist her golden hair around his fingers. He closed his eyes, sighing softly as she nipped at his neck softly. Her hand slid downwards, moving to wrap around his cock. The silky material simply added to the effect as her hand moved, teasing him.

Martha's dirty grin widened as she felt Jim hardening in her hand, her mouth moving to meet his to muffle the moans now starting to escape his lips. Jim tugged against the cuffs, making grooves against his skin. He struggled even more as Martha moved her lips away and unfastened his trousers, leaning downwards and lifting him up to tease him with her tongue and that beautiful mouth of hers. He gave up trying to be quiet, moaning and writhing with every stroke. Her tongue lapped at his shaft, occasionally flicking her tongue at his tip.

Jim's moans were driving her wild and Martha simply couldn't resist any longer. She kicked off her shoes to the other side of the room and pulled off her dress, leaving her exposed. Despite it being Winter, she had chosen a dress that required her to wear no underwear. She grew hornier per second at the look on his face as she got ready to mount him and ride him like there was no tomorrow.