0 comments/ 9191 views/ 1 favorites The View By: worthymaleslave He was watching TV quietly, occasionally sipping from His glass of water she had placed on His table earlier. Sounds from the kitchen told Him she was still busy with chores. she looked happy at dinner earlier, the meal she had prepared was quite good and His words to her made her smile. Turning off the TV He crossed the room and glanced in, seeing her at work, she did not see Him and He went to the closet. His toys were where they should be, she knew how He wanted them stored after she cleaned them. Taking the larger bag He went to the table. He also found His digital camera and checked to see it was working properly. He laid out a few things, remembering past fun they had given them both. He turned as she entered the room, Master, her words soft and pensive, your slave has completed her chores. Kneeling, she was at His feet. Touching her hair, she looked up into His smile. My pet, He said, kiss Me as He guided her to His lips. Their kiss was long and sweet. Their lips parting, His hand combing back her hair, He took in her beauty. Now standing before Him, she glances over to the table and sees His bag. pet, His words, stand over here for Me, guiding her near the window. His hands finding the zipper of her dress. When it was open He was in front of her and Hr slowly lowered it from her, across her soft bra and down her body till it fell from it's own weight to the floor. Wearing now only her bra she waited silently, His eyes inspecting her, turning her slightly to catch the remaining sunlight on her skin. Unfastening her bra, it was gone and her beauty gloried before Him. His fingers trailed slowly over her skin, tracing a line from her neck down her chest and across her left breast. His fingers caressing the nipple as her breathing changes, His fingers move under her breast and cross diagonally her stomach and moving across her waist and follow down her right side toward her pubic mound. her legs opening more to His touch as His fingers slightly part her lips as they move to her thigh and trail down, His body kneeling down till His fingers pass behind her knee and down her calf. Now on his knees, he kisses her inner thigh and licks her pussy causing her to move uneasily on her feet. He spreads her with His fingers and licks her clit, and tastes her juices . Rising he goes to the table and returns with the camera. Studying the best angle He takes several shots and again takes her in. He returns to His bag and moves behind her and kneels. Spread yourself for Me pet, He says and her hands reach back and pull her cheeks apart. His fingers enter her cunt at the same time as His tongue massages her asshole. He kisses her there, now sucking, now probing as His fingers slide in and out of her pussy. A moan escapes her and she hurriedly controls her sounds but He has not admonished her to be quiet. His tongue is trying to force it's way in her ass and His fingers are fucking her while she pulls her cheeks apart. Suddenly He stops and she sighs as she waits for Him, Still spreading herself for Him. The cool sensation of the lubricant on His finger as He pushes in on her little pucker and He slips in, He pauses His finger and asks her how she likes His finger in her ass. yes, Master your slaves ass loves you there, fuck My ass Master, please Sir. His fingers enters her further and soon can go no more and He pumps it into her till He slips it out. The first cool bead is pushed into her ass and a smile shows on her face as He works another into her, some are larger and some smaller but all connected by a chain. The sensation almost make her cum but she knows He has not allowed her. When they are all in only a finger sized ring is left to dangle from her ass. He licks around her asshole, tongue flicking the chain around. you do well, slave He says, as He rises . Link your fingers together behind your neck, He tells her as He retrieves His camera. From behind and in front of her He takes more photos of her and her little metal tail. Bringing His bag and setting it in front of her, she wonders what will please Him next but the wait is not long. He sets several colored plastic clothespins on the floor. With the first in His hand He teases her skin by dragging it across her. Carefully kissing a spot on her throat under her chin He pinches a flap and places it there. The sensation registers with her and He grabs another, with a kiss He pinches a flap and sets the pin. By the third pin she realizes He is following the same line He traced earlier with His fingers. Each pin is first a kiss as He follows across her breast, the one on her nipple brings a sound from her and He tells her to be quiet, a kiss on her lips and He takes the next pin. The line of clothespins now stretches from her neck across her chest, up her left breast, on the nipple and down across her belly and nearing her pubic area. Another kiss, a pinch and the bite of the pin. The pins on her right side pussy lip make her call out and again the admonishment and the kiss as she resigns herself to His will. The pins follow down her inner thigh and cross behind her knee and down her calf. He stands and inspects His slave, He kisses away her tears and takes photos from different angles, telling her how beautiful she is. Satisfied with His work He begins with the first one and takes it off, kissing the spot and throwing it into the bag. At her nipple He takes extra time, sucking on it as the pain burns with the returning blood. One by one they come off as her body trembles, her pussy is on fire as His tongue strokes her swollen clit. Finally the last one is off and more photos taken before He stands before her. He takes her hands in His pulling them apart and returns them to her side. With a tender touch He rubs soothing lotion over each spot in turn. Kneeling before her, He spreads her pussy and His tongue cradles her aching clit, He sucks it, nibbles on it and licks it. her moans begin and He tells her it is OK for her to talk to Him, Master , please may i cum Sir? More moaning and His fingers find their way into her, Not yet My pet as He concentrates on her clit, her moans louder, her fists tight and body screaming when He says Now bitch, you may cum and her shudders begin with His tongue and fingers still working, as her body rejoices, His finger finds the ring and the beads start coming out as she screams in ecstasy, orgasm upon orgasm as He buries His face in her pussy. her hands find His head and push Him tighter into her as she convulses. Master, she cries loudly as the orgasms continue and the beads are now on the floor. He pulls her down and pushes her back on the floor. He pushes down the elastic band shorts He was wearing and His cock is hard and ready, honey is oozing from the tip as He grabs her legs and draws her to him. With a leg over each shoulder and hands over her thighs He enters her, there is no pretense, He wants her and His cock slides into her hot aching pussy, bending her up He plunges in again and again. Pinch your nipples , whore, He tells her and her hands obey Him. Shudders wrack her body as she cums again and His cock pounds into her, fucking her pussy wildly as His breath comes harder. Suddenly His cock is out of her and His cum is shooting on her pussy and stomach. her hands rub it on her pussy and back to her lips as she savors His taste. He leans back and she crawls around and with determined care licks every bit of His cock, catching any remaining cum and just enjoying His feel in her mouth as she sucks Him dry. you do well slave, He says when I regain My strength I will take your ass. Thank you Master, my ass will please you, it wants your cock too. Turn your pussy to Me slave for these fingers have not tired and your body needs to feel their touch. With that He slid into her, enjoying her soft feel as He toyed with her. you give Me great joy, slave your pussy is so sweet tonight. yes Master, her words... The View Spring was slowly changing into the warmth of summer. Throughout her neighborhood, birds filled the trees and bushes, providing her many chances to put the spotting scope to use that her husband had given her for Christmas. It was evenings like this, however, that she had been able to explore all the uses of his gift. She sat silently on her deck, letting the warmth of the evening air wash over her. As darkness fell, she sipped from her glass of Chardonnay and let her eyes adjust to the fading light. From her vantage, she could see her neighbors' house silhouetted against the deep shadows of the woods beyond. Through the lens of her telescope, she slowly scanned the windows. Over the past few weeks she had learned their habits and schedule – in fact, she was becoming a bit bored with their predictability. This night, however, would prove different from any she had ever experienced. David stepped from the seclusion of his library into the dimly lit living room. Sprawled across the sofa was his wife Lynn. Although her fortieth birthday had passed last fall, David was still very strongly physically attracted to her. Her body had grown a little softer and fuller with the passing years, yet she still turned heads. There was something of a natural, womanly beauty and smoldering sensuality that flowed easily from her. As he looked over at her he felt her eyes inviting him, drawing him to her, with magnetism he always found irresistible. This was their private time – an hour or two in the early evening before their son returned from his night class at the campus across town. As Bobby had grown into a young man, it had taken increasing creativity to sustain an active sex-life. Lynn never seemed to mind the risks, but David always felt uncomfortable when Bob was in the house. As his eyes moved slowly over Lynn's body, he knew she had been waiting for him to finish his work and come to her and he never tired of giving her what she enjoyed. "Ah, and so the show begins again, right on schedule..." she whispered to the silence of the night. Fingers of her left hand teased along her inner thigh as her right held the spotting scope to her eye. No matter how many times she had seen this replayed, she always caught her breath when David's manhood first came into view. He was a large man, taller and more strongly built than her husband. That difference in size was very apparent when she mentally compared their loins. David was very long, and stunningly thick. She subconsciously licked her lips as Lynn began to suck on the fullness of his head. She could see clearly how Lynn's long fingers cupped and rolled his balls as softly and gently as if she were caressing two large eggs. A small moan escaped her lips as David pulled his glistening shaft from Lynn's open mouth. She knew what was coming next. "Mmmm god you suck cock good, my sweet little bitch-goddess..." David moaned as he pushed Lynn onto the floor. Positioning her full round ass, he firmly pressed his hardness into her mound with one long steady stroke. Lynn's moans rose in volume and pitch as he began his steady assault on her wetness. Looking back over her shoulder, her blue eyes wide with desire, her lips silently mouthed the phrase she knew would send him into frenzy "fuck me.. fuck me like a slut..." Two fingers were spread on either side of her clit, rubbing softly from side-to-side as she watched David and Lynn fuck. As their intensity built, so did her craving for release. She could clearly see how his big hands were squeezing Lynn's breasts... pinching and pulling her long nipples. The contractions of orgasm flowed through her as she watched David's strong ass flex with his final thrusts, knowing he was injecting his precious fluid deep inside Lynn. As her orgasm subsided, she watched the final steps of their nightly ritual unfold. David pulled his still hard shaft from Lynn's wetness and brought it to her lips to lick. She moaned again as she watched Lynn lick her own juices from it like sweet candy. Lifting Lynn back onto the sofa, David kissed her forehead tenderly and slipped from the room. She knew Lynn liked a few minutes of privacy before joining David in their bedroom. This night, however, the physicality of his lovemaking left Lynn totally drained.. and she drifted off to sleep amid the dim lights of the living room. For an hour or more, she let her gaze move slowly over Lynn's form. Lynn was a beautiful woman and she wished, just once, she could feel the intensity of pleasure of David's massiveness in the ways Lynn did. The silence of her thoughts and observations was broken by the sound of a car door. It had become late and the now cold air chilled her slightly as she shifted her gaze from Lynn to the new source of sound. Bobby, their twenty year old son, was home she realized with some shock. Shifting in her chair, she watched him through the scope as he entered the house and moved from room to room. As he stepped into the living room, she could clearly see his startled reaction when he noticed his mother lying nude upon the sofa – her large full breasts softly rising and falling with each breath. For a long minute, he watched – and then she saw him step back into the shadows of the corner. Adjusting her position, she giggled softly as she watched him begin to open his jeans. It was clear Bobby was endowed at least as generously as his father. With growing curiosity, she watched the young man stroke his rigid manhood. Bobby could not believe his eyes. There, before him, lay his mother, her smooth sex open and wet from a recent fucking. Her heavy breasts so inviting. Unsure of what to do, all he could think of was touching his now raging hard-on. As he opened his fly and fished out his thick shaft, he began to look at his mother in a whole new way – not as the loving parent she was, but rather as a very sexual and desirable woman. He knew he had to have her. He had no idea how, but he knew he must experience her as a woman not as his mother. Growing bolder as his passion rose, he walked to the side of the sofa and knelt down next to her. The soft sweet smell of her sex filled his mind and without conscious thought he lowered his head and licked the swollen softness of her pussy lips. With continued licks he felt her move slightly and began to taste an erotic mix of flavors. So intense was his desire he failed to notice that her hands now softly guided the licks and probing of his tongue. He only knew he had to immerse himself in her. She could not believe it, she almost dropped her wineglass as she watched Lynn pull Bobby up from between her thighs and position his thick hardness at the opening of her mound. With a hard thrust, he was inside and pumping wildly. His hands and mouth trying to take in all of Lynn's heavy breasts. After a few moments Lynn again repositioned him so she could finish him off with her mouth. With startling speed he erupted all over Lynn's face, the thick white globs slowly dripping onto her heaving breasts. He lowered his head and began to lick up the large globs of sperm. A second, very intense, orgasm washed over her as she struggled to comprehend what she just witnessed. It seems this summer was going to be more entertaining than she had thought. With a view like this... how could she help but enjoy herself. The View Sometimes the urge would come out of nowhere, sometimes it would slowly build throughout the day. Sometimes something very specific would trigger it. But really...it could be anything, she was such a horny girl. Like this morning, when she was getting dressed...when her naked ass and pussy got her thinking, " Maybe just a quickie...." and the next thing, she was touching herself. Fingers in the panties...fingers to the nose, sniff, taste...yum! Well, she was at least a once a day person, fully believing it was beneficial as well as pleasurable. Hey, if she felt a cold sneaking up, a toothache, ha hah, but seriously. Bill Maher had joked lately that the news contained the cure for restless leg syndrome: masturbation! True. He added that most Americans were just too lazy...but no, not her. Some days were lazy enough for a double, and this was one of those afternoons: she was hornier than ever and life was so smooth and undemanding. She was on her own at the lake cabin, leaving her darling husband in the city. She knew he'd think of her and her habits at some point in his busy day, and smile at the thought, too. For he loved her sexual energy and they had a very good relationship in that department. Yes, he was quite encouraging, and so as she started to think of how he touched her in certain ways, she put her fingers inside herself. She was already pretty wet. Damn, that felt wonderful. Yes, it was time for a little fantasy break. She liked to touch herself with the door to the cabin open. It was so remote out here and the closest cabin was clear across the lake. She felt so wonderfully exposed and yet discreet. She was just on the edge of being an exhibitionist, she knew. That was a turn on. She dropped her jeans and slipped her fingers into her lovely wetness, kneeling to the floor, pretending she was in bondage. Her mind pictured her man staring at her exposure with only a small smile, but intensity was in the air. He loved the control, and asked her to spread her legs more. Because of her intense desire for him combined with trust and the way he always surprised her, she often chose him in her fantasies. She went wild in her imagination, as they sometimes liked to do. She had her head back, imagining her vulnerability. She pictured that he was blindfolding her and felt his rough whiskers on her cheek. Touching herself she pictured that it was his mouth seeking her nectar, as he put his fingers into her, too. She pretended he was lightly licking her labia, too soft to be enough, as she wiggled to reach more contact. His control over her only made her wetter. He was laughing. Then she'd start to melt as he'd tease her begging clit with hungry, sucking kisses, and she knew how to simulate this, ever so gently tugging and whispering her fingers over herself, moaning and breathing faster even as the chickadees gossiped outside the open door in the warm breezes. If she weren't blindfolded would she see a boat below on the water...were they alone? Her man would be flaunting his commanding erection, pushing himself against her soft delicate skin. It was her favorite torture, to get a smudge in the face with his savory, slick tipped head, and then if lucky, he would part her lips and give it all up for her to take deeply and give back, sucking his cock and being his slave. She never knew what his pleasure was going to be. They both loved everything, so if today he would throw her upon her stomach and force his way into her from behind, which he knew she loved more than anything else on Earth... Or as was often the scenario, she knelt as she was: bound, wide and waiting. Then a surprise touch, as her captain put his rough fingers to her open sweetness, sparking the energy that was exquisitely perched to blast off. Oh, she was close. She was very close. And in her self torture she struggled to push her aching clit towards him, but of course (ha) she was constrained. In her imagination he laughed, and probed her more with his fingers as again he started to eat her so seductively, then stopped to kiss her on the mouth. Everything was unexpected: a good trick to accomplish in your imagination! But she was good. And she got hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter. Usually at this point the excitement was increasing everything: her heartbeat, her breathing, the fingers so artful in the pussy...his mouth taking everything softly then hungrily, withholding and then giving... ...until closer and closer and, oh yah, once again coming to the edge and nursing it...then it was on its own volition...and over the cliff.............................. Oh, that felt so good!!! Wow. Perspiring, and the room coming back into focus. "Ooooohh yaaaah.....," she'd done it in the open again. What she really desired was to do it outside. The next time she could get her husband out here, that's what they'd do. ( And she almost thought about one more.) ************************************************** Summer had come very slowly this year. She had only recently gotten her rowboat turned over for the season. This was going to be her first trip across the lake and it was the perfect day for it. Not too hot, but warm enough to get a body to swim despite the still cold water. She packed a small cooler with beers and chips, a paperback and the binoculars. Two large beach towels were already down at the dock, so she grabbed the oars and headed down to the water. "What a day to be alive," she thought, which was her favorite thought, and her usual state of mind. Some people were just born that way, and she knew she was one of them. Love life. Love yourself. Touch yourself. If only you could kiss yourself. Maybe that's what part of a good kiss was all about, she mused. You could try to kiss yourself, sorta, in the deal. Was she a narcissist? Rowing across the lake was the best exercise. And you could think or not, life was your cherry. The cormorants drying their wings on the snag made a whoosh as they flew off to escape her nearness. She rowed close to shore to look into the shadows, at the amazing drop-offs underwater, so spooky to her all of her life. They were one of the things she had been so eager to show her husband the first time she had brought him here. It almost looked like there could be caves. It was such a special little lake. Deep and clean. As she rounded the point of the peninsula that divided the lake into a horseshoe the cabin across the lake came into view. It had been empty for a whole season, but it looked to have some activity now as she got close. There was a pickup truck parked in back and a dog was running up to say hi to her. It looked friendly and she gave it a playful splash and it got in and swam around her boat. "Parker!" a man's voice called, and she saw a guy walking towards them. He was younger than her and she couldn't help notice his fit, tan torso. "Gee, a cute guy out here for once," she thought and smiled. "Cute dog!" "He's the best, and very friendly as you can tell." **************************************************** The sun was behind me, shining brightly on Mr. New Guy. I was glad to admire a nice male body (not that my husband's hottie body didn't completely drive me crazy! ) "So, its good to see this place with life. You sure have the view to die for from this spot." I maneuvered the boat up to the shore and let it dock in the gravel. "Thanks. It's really great, isn't it." Hell yah, he had the whole lake and the waterfall behind him, oh yah. "It is heaven. Can't beat a day like this, either." We bullshitted for a while and he started to throw a stick for Parker. "Hey, would you like a beer?" I offered. Why not, I was thinking, good way to meet someone.... "That sounds very good. Let me give you a hand with the boat." He held it steady while I climbed out and dragged it up a few more inches. I got the cooler and handed him a beer. "My dog likes you. Even for such a friendly pup, I can tell you have something he likes." He had a beautiful smile. "Would you like to come up on the porch?" We sat on the steps and sipped our beers. They tasted just perfect. The waterfall was roaring full on still, for so late in the year. Usually there would be a few kayaks or canoes staked out at the base, but this was a quieter midweek day. Which is where I had been heading. We finished our beers through easy conversation. He had a sparkle in his eyes when he looked at me, but it felt more like amusement than romance. Not to mention my pretty wedding ring, something I never thought I'd wear but, yes, I wore it proudly. "Would you like to see inside?" he asked. I had wanted to for years and said so. It was really casual, as I expected, with comfy furniture and a classic wood stove. The worn floors were smooth and felt cool on my bare feet. A quilt was on the bed in the adjoining room and a large telescope stood in the window looking out across the water. My host excused himself for a few minutes and I took the opportunity to sneak a peak through the scope. I got my eye in place and my cabin came into view. Not just the cabin, but into the cabin, focused right on the spot where I had been masturbating. Wow. I was at once embarrassed and surprised. I couldn't help but picture what he had seen perhaps, and I was getting intrigued. This was something I hadn't imagined, surprisingly. I was falling behind. I could keep this going, couldn't I? I walked out into the main room and back out onto the porch. My new friend was coming up the steps and I swear I could see that sparkle in his eyes again, only even more. Oh Gods, he knew I knew, I saw it. This was hot. But, "mum's" the word. No one saw shit: Not me, not him. Nothing necessary to change. "Mind if I use your outhouse?" I asked, as I skipped down to the yard. I could see it out back. "But of course," he smiled. ********************************************* As he shoved me off into the water with a little push on my bow, we agreed that we were two of the luckiest beings on Earth. And especially on a day like this. I grinned as I got my oars going and waved good-bye. Parker swam along until he was called back. I popped another beer and sat it between my feet. I was grinning as I felt that good pull on my muscles and rowed back to my side of the lake. The sun was on my back and I was singing my favorite new Lady Gaga song. I couldn't wait to get back to my spot. I knew it would never be the same again! The View From Behind Please share your thoughts on this story either on the site or via PM. Any encouragement will certainly lead to my sharing more of my thoughts and experiences. Thank you * I have never understood this. Every time you come up behind a couple riding their bikes on the road the guy is always out front and the girl/woman is behind him. Not me. My wife and I are bike path riders. You won't find us out on those hot exhaust filled roadsides, and you won't find me out front. I like the view from behind. My wife has a beautiful pair of round firm butt cheeks. I like to feel them, and taste them, and look at them. This is especially true when she is on a bike, wearing a pair of shorts that show them off just right. With each stroke of the peddle, a cheek will tighten and squeeze, and then the next one. One stroke after the other those wonderful muscles squeeze and tighten on what I can only imagine is, well, me. But, butt, no it's but that is just half the story. My wife is a dirty girl, but only in the most innocent of ways of course. I suppose a woman can't help it that when she rides a bike her light cotton tank top is going to hang down and billow in the breeze. She could help whether she wears a bra. In this case she doesn't. Now I would have to say that she has the perfect breasts for this type of exhibition. They are full, about a good handful and not so tight that they don't move and sway with the motion of the bike, and her nipples just jump to attention with the cool breeze blowing over them. Her tank top in the wind hangs just low enough that she might just as well have nothing on. And, then we stop and she sits up, everything is respectfully covered. So, what does this have to do with the view from behind? Yes, that is what this story is about. If this view is so great why wouldn't I want to be out front. Well if you are out front you can't see it because you are looking the other way. As I mentioned we are bike path riders, and traffic on a bike path is two ways, and from behind you get to see the expression of every person that notices. And very few don't notice, particularly the guys. Half the guys almost run into me as they do their double take. Women riding by themselves or with other women almost never notice. But the women riding with guys are hilarious. They watch their guy do his double take, and then they are immediately ready to kill him. This is another reason to let your girl ride out front. If you ride past us, she won't notice it, and you can enjoy the view without fear of incrimination. With each bug eyed glance, and leering smile my wife gets hornier and hornier. I can't tell you how many times I have gotten fucked in the car after a ride like this. My dick is so big I can hardly "get off" the bike, and she is so wet there is no foreplay needed or wanted. Sometimes the bikes don't even get into the truck before we do. We both get in, and she slips her shorts and panties off, and climbs on my lap. Usually she is facing out the front. Keeping guard you might say. My cock slides easily into her wet and waiting pussy. She grinds slowly and deliberately into my lap, but that is not the true focus of her interest. For the last hour or so she has been showing off her breasts to every guy along the way. The wind has been blowing across her nipples to the point where she is in serious over-stimulation mode. So while my cock is being massaged inside of her, my hands are ever so slowly working their way up inside her shirt in the direction of her breasts. Timing here is everything. If I arrive at just the right time it is like touching a match to a canon. And the reward for good timing is a convulsive orgasm the likes you've never seen before, unless you are looking at the truck at the time. My cock has yet to reach the end of one of these explosions without going off itself. Then I just tip her back into my chest, and we sit for a little bit while we catch our breath. Sometimes, it's a romp in the woods along the side of the path. She just drops her bike without warning and runs for the trees. By the time I catch her, the tops off, the shorts are down and she is bent over, braced against a tree, ready for action. I like to think that it matters that it's me but I am pretty sure that first cock gets the prize, and that turns me on even more. This is her naked vixen trapped in the woods fantasy, and I know my role. I am to pin her against the tree, and drive into her from behind as hard and deep as I can, pounding her against the tree until the leaves fall. There have been mornings after this when I have awakened to her lying in bed tracing the scratches left by the tree bark, and making herself cum just from the memory of it. So, if you're out riding on the bike path, keep your eyes open, you never know what you might see, and by the way, her bike is blue. The View From Beyond The Edge #1 I'd parked the car a good 5-minute walk from the address I'd been given over the phone - not wanting it seen anywhere near my destination. Paranoia? Sure, but this WAS the first visit and I wasn't feeling sure about anything. The walk was brisk and I couldn't help looking around constantly, wondering who was watching, guessing where I was headed and why. Though the summer night was mild, I shivered nonetheless. The address was a large, dark Victorian with nary a light burning visible to the street. I'd been instructed to proceed along the walkway between it and it's neighboring Victorian, knocking on the side door to the basement. Doing so, I felt the dread of a person unduly condemned but resigned to Fate as well. But when the door opened, spilling warm light and the heady aroma of freshly brewed coffee, my trepidation dissolved and remained behind me as I entered the room. I sat in the only available chair within a large circle of men and the room gradually grew quiet. An older gentleman with a book in his hand asked the "first-timers" to introduce themselves and the reason why they were here so I raised my hand. After I stated my name, the group responded, "Hi, Lenny!" in unison. Now fully encouraged, I continued, wanting to get the hardest part out of the way quickly: "And I hate cheese!" A startled gasp drew all attention to the old man whose face pursed into a deep grimace as he spoke: "I'm very sorry! We are all accepted here and... uh,... I was just..." His voice trailed off and he looked towards the man seated closest to him who appeared to reflect the same deep grimace just before he erupted in uncontrollable laughter. And, with that, the entire room exploded in mirth as men of all ages freely bellowed out their amusement. In stunned silence, I stood slowly, walked to the door, and slinked back into the night. * * * * * OK, fine! I freely admit it and I feel I have nothing to hide: I hate cheese. I wasn't always this way. I can remember babysitters calling me "their little mouse" as they cut pieces for me to munch when I wanted a snack. (And I'm going to take the high road here and not even mention old expressions about 'cutting the cheese'...) But I grew up and developed tastes for different foods and none of them (save pizza) had high cheese factors. Hey, it's not like I'm the only person on the planet that hates cheese, is it? I mean, doesn't everybody know that cheese is milk gone bad? I know there are kids too young to have seen the Fox TV special ("When Good Milk Goes Bad") but the rest of us have no excuse. Funny how it seems the world conspires to cloak the simple truth and not allow some of us to actually "choose to refuse!" Let me explain. When I order food, I am VERY careful to inquire about its preparation and presentation. I always ask for my order without any cheese anywhere. (I don't want to see it hanging around my plate while I'm trying to enjoy the REAL food). In veritably, a waiter or waitress will repeat my request with a raised brow and a look ranging from pity to shocked disgust. I ignore that stuff because I don't want to be rude and I certainly do not want to annoy the people who will be preparing and serving my food! But I always get it back with cheese somewhere. Usually it's a topping or 'last moment' added garnish to an otherwise acceptable meal. If I can hide in under a napkin or something, I'll let it slide without complaining but remind the waitperson when my bill arrives that I didn't get the order I asked for. And a polite response will be rewarded with the same tip I would have offered without the oversight. But I still didn't get to have my food my way. It's even worse at fast food establishments. Try ordering a taco without cheese at Jimboy’s. I didn't need to open the bag to know it was covered with Parmesan cheese! (Thinking "cutting". No, never mind) I returned the bag and repeated the order, stressing no cheese. The indignant reply: "You said no cheese! That's Parmesan!" Now I have to ask for tacos with "no cheese AND no Parmesan (cheese)"! Taco Bell and Del Taco are usually pretty good about it and rarely add the nasty stuff. Besides, their idea of cheese is so inconsequential their cheese falls of the taco by the time you hit the curb leaving the drive-thru. Jack In The Box isn't so easy. They like to add the cheese to the taco right after it comes from the fryer and it gets melted all through the meat and taco shell instantly. If you're lucky enough to look before you bite it, you can kiss it goodbye anyway. And try to order it with no cheese! Damn! They humiliate you silently using the menu board, which says, "Two tacos - no American"! Besides feeling slightly communist, the odds are good some pre-pubescent dweeb will actually try to pick the cheese out of your completed taco after it's screwed up. And what the hell happened to potato chips? Suddenly there are dozens of varieties of chips and 99% have cheese, added cheese, Nacho cheese, Cool Ranch cheese, Fiery Hot Cheese, etc. ALL of the spicy ones have cheese added to cheese on top of cheese! You'd think you couldn't even make a chip without cheese! I fell in love with a "super-hot" variety and suddenly had to toss the full bag away (after buying the same product for a year) because they added cheese and didn't bother to say it on the front of the bag! I was so annoyed I called Frito-Lay and asked what was their problem. The very kind and patient woman that answered the phone didn't even know they'd added cheese to the once perfectly fine chips. She suggested I eat plain old, boring and bland "regular chips". When I asked her if there were any Frito-Lay brand spicy chips without cheese she looked through the ingredients for all the company's chips and was surprised to see that cheese was included in almost of them! We both had a good laugh but she's eating chips and I'm not anymore. Now for your assignment: write the names of any spicy potato chips without cheese (I have found only two varieties), any cheese-less (or cheese-hater friendly) restaurants (I haven't found cheese in sushi yet but I'm sure it will happen sooner or later), and any way to ask for a hamburger and not get a cheeseburger. Forward your findings to me and I will gladly try them all. That Cheese Haters Anonymous chapter I started is just not kicking off well. Until next time, I'm Lenny and I'll be viewing life from beyond the edge. The View From Here Today, like any other day, I woke up and thought about what I wanted to do with my day. I had the day off and no particular plans made, so the day was open to my own whims and desires. I got up, took a shower, and got dressed. While I was getting dressed, I thought "hm, maybe I could forgo a bra and take a little drive somewhere to see what happens". I immediately got wet thinking of the adventures I could have with a camera and a little showmanship. I packed my camera, my favorite dildo, and little bottle of lube. I knew right away what road I wanted to take and where I'd go: the park where I knew there were a lot of people doing things other than walking in the woods. I headed out to the highway and the excitement made my nipples hard and sensitive and they were rubbing against the fabric of my light jacket. I made sure that I wore nothing under the jacket – no tshirt and no bra – so I could just unzip and expose my large breasts to whomever wanted to look. I got to the park and cruised around for a little while looking for just the right spot to start my adventure. Bingo! Right on the end where I could see who was walking up in the mirror and who was approaching from the front. I put the car in park and looked around to gauge interest. I could see other individuals – a few men sitting in cars by themselves looking around and a couple of women near the tables. Before getting out of the car, I unzipped my jacket just enough to expose my breasts and nipples as I walked. I headed towards the bathroom and I felt eyes following me. Wearing sunglasses made it possible for me to discreetly look down and verify that both breasts were indeed visible and in fact, one nipple was peeking out of the zipper. I knew that those eyes were focused on my chest and it made me wetter than I already was. There was one other woman in the bathroom and she was at the sink. She didn't seem to be in a particular hurry so I picked a stall and went to it, choosing one directly behind her because I wanted to see if she would peek through the door from the mirror in front of her. Sure enough, I saw her looking in the mirror trying to catch a glimpse of me and what I was doing. I wasn't doing anything but I did have my tits all the way out of my jacket and was sitting there rolling my nipples between my fingers. She smiled when she saw that I was watching her through the door. Then she turned and left. Oh, this was going to be a fun day for sure! I too left the restroom and went back out to my car. I saw the woman from the restroom over near the tables and she was talking to a man. They both looked at me, she smiled and he smirked and looked at her and then looked at me. I was sitting in my car and decided that I'd expose myself a little more and I'd take some discreet pictures too. I unzipped my jacket all the way to my waist so that both breasts were completely visible. The sun was shining pretty brightly so my round tits were warmed by both sunlight and anonymous admirers. A man slowly walked by the passenger side of the car and I could see him look sideways at me. It was the man from the table. I had my camera out and off to the side, so I was able to get some good shots of me sitting in the car with my tits out in a public place. I was really getting wet at this point and was glad I brought my toy with me to relieve some of the pressure. I finished snapping a few shots of me and looked up to see that same man sitting in a vehicle behind the restroom. He had left the driver's side door open and had one leg dangling out and one leg inside the vehicle. He smiled when he realized I was looking. He began stroking his crotch and I could see that he was already stiff under his shorts. Slowly, he teased himself into what turned into a massive erection. I was surprised that his shorts didn't rip from all that man-flesh; he was huge for sure. I fantasized about that delicious cock inside me and it inspired me to do a little stroking of my own. My clit was throbbing from the day's excitement and I was really needing some release. After a few minutes of him stroking his cock through his shorts, he pulled them down and pulled his cock out, exposing it completely for my pleasure. He continued stroking, leaning back in the seat and focusing completely on jacking himself off while I watched. Oh, I was watching and doing my own diddling as well. I pulled my shorts down because I simply couldn't stand it anymore; I had to get out my dildo. I was so wet, I could hear my creamy pussy sucking my dildo as it went in and out. I could tell he was close to exploding because our pace was the same and I was about to scream it felt so good. As I pounded my pussy with my dildo, my eyes were closed and I imagined his hard cock jackhammering in and out of me, balls hitting my ass with each thrust. I was so close to cumming and I knew it would be a gusher. I opened my eyes and saw that he was furiously pumping his cock with his hand, his balls were clenched high and I knew any minute he'd blow his load. I fucked myself faster and saw that he was watching me too and pumped faster. OH! There it went. Gouts of hot cum shot all over his steering wheel onto the floor mat. At the same time, I came so hard that I was sure I was having a seizure and gushed hot cum all over my car seat. My hand was sticky with it and it dripped off my now well used dildo. He stopped and, breathing hard, looked over at me with a grin and mouthed "thank you". I knew I'd have a little more clean up to do than that (why didn't I bring a towel to sit on??) but I grinned back and mouthed "my pleasure". He grabbed a towel and wiped himself off and pulled up his shorts, then shut the door to his vehicle, then leaned his head back on the seat to gather his wits. On my way home, I nearly ran off the road for thinking of my hot hot hot experience at the park. That was so much fun to be watched in public by a stranger as we both got off. I was so inspired to do it again, that I rode all the way home with my tits fully exposed. Luckily for me I live in a remote area so I don't have to worry too much about the law but I think I did entertain the occasional truck driver in the next lane. The View from My Balcony I wish I knew what deep seated desire makes me do the things I do knowing I could get caught, but for some reason it is these things that give me the greatest orgasms. My husband is very understanding when it comes to my libido. He knows my urges and desires are a lot stronger than his and he is fine with me masturbating every day as long as I promise not to cheat. I have no problem with that promise because when I need good loving, he is the best at it and can make me soak through two towels and a set of bed clothes. But truth be told he cannot keep up with my libido so I do masturbate every day and even longer on his "boy's night out." One of my favorite rituals is to take a slow hot bubble bath listening to the radio, with candles and a cold glass of water because when I get done I am thirsty! I light the candles, turn off the lights, turn the radio to a station with jazz/blues and relax. Needless to say the hot water, the slow music and the thought of what I am about to do begins to turn me on and my fingers slip below the bubbles to that aching spot between my legs. I can already feel the wetness between my legs and even without the help of the water; I slip my fingers into my warm pussy and play gently with the lips. I'm not sure if this is true of all men but they seem to underestimate the pleasure they can give a woman by just slowly rubbing the outer lips with their fingers and not go directly to the clit. I like to tell my husband, take your time and feel the way the lips open and swell. Feel how the juices seep out between my lips and the slippery feel of my pussy even before we fuck. Maybe because I am a woman, I know the sensuality of that first touch of pussy juice on my fingers and I know how enjoyable it is to feel another woman's excitement. But guys, if you can, close your eyes when you touch your partner's pussy lips and take your time to feel how they respond. I guarantee it will be worth her pleasure and then your own when she reacts to your tenderness. And make a mental note because if you do, later when you recall her reaction, it will give you a reaction too! Anyway, by the time I get done in the tub, I have had a few orgasms, thanks to my shower head and the vibrating streams of water, so I am ready for "playtime." I especially enjoy using my "clit enlarger" before I do anything else, it makes my lips swollen and puffy and VERY sensitive. It is arousing to see how red and thick they get and when I suction my clit, oh fuck it looks like a little penis when I am done, its own swollen head and all! Of course "pumping" the enlarger has benefits but once I start pumping it up, it is hard to stop because the orgasms are incredible. Imagine have your pussy sucked exactly the way you want it? The lips swell, my clit gets big enough for me to jerk it off (and this is incredible to feel) and the "pussy cream" that just oozes out from my cunt, amazingly sweet and arousing!! But I know my plans will give me orgasms like I really need; so I play with this for a little while and feel myself getting antsy and anxious to let the darker side of my libido take over. Once it is dark enough out on the balcony, I open the balcony sliding glass door as I put on my robe, with nothing underneath and take a cup of coffee out to sip while I play. I have this wonderful fluffy black robe that is a bit big for me but perfect for what I need. We live right off a main drag and if you look up you can see our balcony and any one on it. This is exciting for me, to think someone may see me and my pussy even in low glow from the street lights. I slowly let me robe fall open and I spread my legs so if anyone were to look up they would see me, my swollen pussy lips and my own "hard on" with my legs open and my fingers massaging my "cock." It feels so fucking good to sit there and finger fuck my pussy until I squirt. I found out a while ago that I squirt and when I do, it can go all over the place! I like to stand up at the railing and open my legs and open my robe and just rub myself over and over until I squirt all over the floor of the balcony. I imagine a man standing down below my balcony watching me rub my pussy..oh it feels so good. I open my legs so he can see my lips, my shaved pussy bump, and my stiff nipples. He smiles up at me and asks me to send down some sweet juice for him to enjoy. Oh fuck it feels good, just watching him lick his lips and beg to be fed. I'd just love to soak him! "Please sweet baby let me taste that juice, let me have some of that pussy honey, make her come for me." "Yeah", he says as he slowly unzips his pants and I can hear him breathing a little harder and faster as he watches me. "Oh yeah that feels good as he takes out his cock and strokes it. That's it, stroke him, and watch me tease my clit for you." He hears the slippery wet sound of a juicy pussy and his hand moves faster in rhythm with my own. "Fuck that pussy baby make her come for me..That's it, faster, faster honey hurt that clit, make it grow." My clit gets hard and looks like a small cock and I start to jerk it like he is jerking his cock. Oh yeah faster I move my fingers and he moves his hands faster. "A little more ..that's it..Just a few more strokes and ohhhhhhh." Fuck as he comes so do I and he steps closer to catch the juice as it squirts from between the lips of my cunt. "Now drink this pussy milk" and it runs down my legs, squirts through the balcony railing into his open mouth. What a fucking rush this fantasy is! The problem is, once I get started I do not like to stop. I will sit outside, even in the cold just to expose my pussy to anyone who wants to see it, or watch me play. I love showing off my lips and my wet pussy and I just love finger fucking myself and watching someone play with themselves while I do it. Who knows, maybe one day I will talk my husband, or some adventurous voyeur into being my "balcony" watcher. The View From My Truck One of my major reoccurring fantasies is that I'm driving in my pickup, which sits pretty high above the ground, allowing me to look into other cars. I'm stuck in traffic when I notice, in my side mirror, a car in the left lane with a middle age female driver. As the cars approach the red light I jockey for position with my truck by adjusting my speed in a way, which will allow her to come to a stop next to me. I look in to find that she has a mid length wrap around dress on. The slit is opened just enough for me to see her upper thigh. I notice a black band. Could it be stockings, my heart starts to race. Just then the light turns green, damn it. As traffic approaches the next light I desperately try to jockey my truck so I end up next to her again. As I pull up along side I look in, but she looks at me, oh no been spotted so I act as if I was just checking my mirrors. Again the light turns green, next light I again jockey my truck along side her car this time I gaze in and the dress has opened more, showing more thigh and yes it is stockings she is wearing. She looks at me again this time I don't turn away. She smiles and drives on, as the light turns green. Thank heaven for traffic lights, as there is another one approaching. This time I notice that she is adjusting her speed to match my truck, I look in to notice that the skirt is still spread only this time a few of the top buttons are undone. Visible to me is one of the best looking nipples if seen in a while, she sees me looking, but I don't care. She reaches up to squeeze her left breast thru her dress, then her right hand slips between the fold in her skirt, I can only imagine what she has on. The light turns green, but the traffic pattern is such that the left lane is moving faster than the right, damn I think I lost her. I noticed she is in the left turn only lane to get into the mall. Cutting a guy off, in the left lane, I move my truck from the right lane to the left turn lane, right behind her. She turns into the mall and I follow her, into the underground parking area, it is early so there is plenty of parking, but she drives to the far end, a dimly lit area, away from any doors. There is a spot to her right I pull in next to her and look. She turns on her overhead light and hikes up her skirt to show a neatly trimmed bush and no undies. She runs her fingers between her pussy lips, which are now glossy from her moisture. She's peak my interest know and she knows it. I step out of my truck and I hear her doors unlock, as she gesture for me to come in. She slides the seat all the way back and puts her right leg on the front seat. Taking my cue I quickly put my head between her legs, I start kissing her upper thigh just above the stocking top, slowly working my way up. Her scent is unbelievably sweet, and has given me a raging hard on. I lick her swollen lips and gently put my tongue between them. Spreading them with my tongue I finally get to taste her honey pot. I start to like and gently suck her clit, while slowly allowing my fingers to explore her hole. She starts to hump my hand, telling me not to stop, as she comes her juices flow out of her cunt and down the crack of her ass. I gently kiss the inside of her thighs. She says its my turn, she pushes me into the passenger seat, unzips my jeans, luckily I didn't wear underwear, and pulls out my member (which is rock hard and didn't need any persuading to come out and play). She artfully licks the head, then in one motion she goes all the way to the base, letting her tongue rub hard on the side of my cock. Very quickly I am at the boiling point, so begging her to stop before I shoot a load in her mouth, deliberately she delays, causing me to squirt my load all over her face. She puts me back into her mouth, keeping me hard. Straddling me, she glides it into her moist warm hole. I press my face into her breast, as this doesn't seem like it will take all that long. I cum for what seems hours, when were done we kiss, I get out of her car. She hands me an email address, and pulls away. I get into my truck; guarding that piece of paper with my life, rush home to my computer so I can enter her email into my address book. Maybe she will respond to my messages maybe not, but it's a memory that will last a lifetime. The View from On Top He thrust into me, hard. "Oh fuck!" I moaned as I threw my head back, his large cock stretching my pussy. ***** We were coworkers. Well, not initially. Initially, he was my boss, one of the big executives of the company, the kind who was rolling in dough. He was a divorcee, with two grown children and everything you could ask for in life. He was still on good terms with his wife, who had gotten remarried to a man 20 years younger than her. But, I wouldn't know any of this until much later. I was just starting out. I'd just graduated college and had been lucky enough to land a job with one of the largest marketing agencies in New York City. When I first started, I had no idea who he was. "Did you hear about Mr. G?" was all that would circulate in the office. Who this mysterious Mr. G was, I had no idea. Not that I cared at that time. I was a college graduate working for one of the largest marketing agencies in the country. I was in my own little world. When I finally met him, it was at the company's Christmas party. I had been sitting in the corner, sipping my wine and watching as my coworkers intermingled and socialized. I, personally, wasn't one for large gatherings, which was ironic considering the field I was in. But, I forced myself to socialize a bit before I retired to my corner. "What's a beautiful young woman like you doing all alone?" a deep voice asked from above me. I looked up and my breath froze in my throat. Standing above me was one of the most handsome man I'd ever seen. He had dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a slightly tanned complexion. A tinge of gray touched his hair and a smile was on his face. "Do you mind?" he asked, motioning to the seat beside me. Quickly, I shook my head and he sat down. As he did, I couldn't help but notice how his suit stretched a bit as it hugged his form, perfectly tailored for his body. "So?" he asked, looking over at me with an eyebrow slightly raised. "Pardon?" I managed, still dumbstruck by the darkly handsome man sitting beside me. He was older, that much I knew. Maybe around 50, 51. "Why are you all alone over here?" he repeated his earlier question. Shaking myself from my trance, I gave a small smile before I shrugged slightly. "I'm not really a fan of large gatherings," I replied in a small voice. His eyes widened slightly and, just as he opened his mouth, I quickly cut him off, saying, "I know. It's ironic, considering the field I'm in." At that, he shut his mouth and studied me for a moment. As he did, I felt worry creep through me. Had I just made a stupid mistake and cost myself my job? Just as I was about to remedy my statement, he gave a slight chuckle. Then, he turned to me and gave me a smile. "You know," he said as he took a sip of his wine, "I was the same way when I was your age. I didn't like large gatherings. And," he paused and leaned in closer. As he did, I inhaled his musky, male scent. "I still don't," he finished before he gave me a slight wink. Chuckling once again, he continued, "don't worry. You don't need to change who you are to work for this company. As long as you excel at your job, you can be as antisocial as you wish." With that, he stood and began to walk away. Pausing, he turned back to me and asked, "what's your name?" I answered and he nodded before he turned and walked off, leaving me staring after him. As I leaned back in my chair, one of my coworkers came by, her eyes wide as she stared after the man and then back at me. "What's the matter?" I asked her as she sat, taking note of her shocked expression. "What was Mr. G talking to you about?" she whispered as she sat beside me. "Mr. G?" I asked, slightly confused. Her eyes grew wide and she gasped slightly as she nodded. "Yes, Mr. G. That man you were just talking to. He's Mr. G." A few weeks later, he called me to his office. As I took the elevator to the 30th floor, my heart was pounding in my chest. Was I in trouble? Had he decided that he didn't like my attitude after all? The elevator door dinged and I stepped out. Taking a deep breath, I made my way to his office. "Wonderful to see you again," he smiled at me as I entered his office. I gave a slight smile and walked further into the large room. Behind his large desk was a floor to ceiling window offering a fantastic view of the city. "Sit," he gestured to the chair in front of me. Nodding, I quickly took a seat and looked at him. I was positive that it wasn't possible but it seemed as though he'd gotten even more handsome over the last few weeks. "Cigar?" he asked, lifting a case of Cuban cigars. I quickly shook my head and he placed it back on his desk. "Calm down," he smiled at me, noticing how tense I was. "You're not in any trouble." At his words and reassurance, I visibly relaxed, releasing a breath I hadn't even known I'd been holding. "Now, do you know why I called you here?" he asked. I shook my head and he chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that unconsciously caused a shudder to run through my body. "Of course, you wouldn't," he smiled at me. He set down the cigar, which was unlit. Noticing my eyes trained on it, he gave a slight smile and said, "it's all a facade." "What?" I asked, directing my attention back towards him. He gestured to the cigar. "It's a lie. I don't smoke. But, I figured it went with the image, so why not?" For the first time since I'd met him, I laughed. As I did, his eyes brightened and he smiled. "You have a beautiful laugh," he observed and a slight blush tinged my cheeks. Immediately, he cleared his throat and said, "I meant that as a compliment, not in a sexual way. Forgive me if I offended you." Quickly shaking my head, I reassured him that it was no problem. "Wonderful," he smiled before he donned a professional demeanor once again. "Getting back to what I was saying, I called you up here because I feel that you have a lot of potential in this company." During our conversation, I learned that he had selected me for a special project that he was working on. Normally, he had told me, he would have never selected a recent college graduate but, after looking over my portfolio and work, he had been impressed by my work ethics and felt that I was the perfect fit. However, he warned me, it was going to be difficult and demanding, and would require me working very closely with him. I didn't care. I had a chance to move up in the company and I quickly took the opportunity. That was the start of it all. "Are you sure?" I asked him as I looked over the document. He let out a sigh and nodded. "For the last time, yes," he replied and I rolled my eyes slightly at his tone. It had been almost a year since we'd met and, since then, we'd already worked together on two projects, both of which had been more than successful. Now, we were working together on a third. During that time, we'd grown closer and had become fast friends, mainly because we were so similar. "Maybe, we both need a break," I said as I logged off the computer. He let out a sigh before he nodded in agreement. "There's coffee in the kitchen," he said as he stood and headed into the kitchen of his penthouse suite. Following behind, I rolled my shoulders back slightly. All of the work had left me tense and sore. "Here you go," he said as he handed me a cup of coffee. Thanking him, I took a sip and let out a satisfied moan as the liquid ran down my throat. He knew just how I liked my coffee. I looked up and caught him staring at me before he gave a slight smile and proceeded to drink his own coffee. "So, what do you think?" he asked as I set the cup down. I shrugged and replied, "I think we can change the layout. Make it more visually appealing," as I began to massage my shoulder. "What's wrong?" he asked, watching me struggle to massage my shoulder. "I'm so tense. I need a massage," I replied, earning a chuckle from him. "You know," he said as he put down his cup, "I've been known to give amazing massages." "Liar,"I teased and he gave a wicked smile. "Want me to prove it?" he asked, his tone playful. Deciding to play along, I nodded and he moved to stand behind me. Suddenly, I felt his large, strong hands on me, digging into my shoulder as he began to squeeze my flesh. As he hit the spot, I let out an involuntary moan, earning a chuckle from him. "I'm guessing that's the spot," he chuckled in my ear, his deep voice causing a tingle to run through me. Unable to answer, I nodded and he continued to massage my shoulder. As he did, my body arched and I suddenly felt my back pressed against him. That was when I felt it. Hard and long and pressed against my ass. As I leaned back into it, he let out a slight gasp, which I promptly ignored. But, what was I to do now? Move away and pretend that I hadn't felt his boner or let him continue massaging me? A wicked smile crossed my face as I made my decision. "What's that?" I asked as I purposely stuck my ass out and pressed it against his hard dick, earning a slight groan from him. "It's, umm, nothing," he said as he fought to push away the groan threatening him. I moved my ass and he groaned again. "I think you're lying," I whispered as I turned to face him. I looked up at him and saw that his eyes had become dark. Instinctively, my nipples perked up under his gaze and I felt my cunt begin to drip. Fuck. He must have sensed some change in my demeanor too because he suddenly smiled a naughty smile before he reached down and brushed my nipples, which were poking through my lightly padded bra. "Looks like I'm not the only one," he said in that deep, masculine voice that had filled my wet dreams for almost a year. Then, without another word, he leaned down and placed his mouth against mine. His kiss was gentle and sweet, almost like a first kiss. However, the more we kissed, the rougher it became. He suddenly stuck his tongue into my mouth and began to assault my mouth, his tongue plunging its way through. However, it wasn't my first kiss and I was more than able to match him. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, tasting him as our tongues fought for dominance. This continued for a few more seconds before I finally gave in and he grabbed me, spinning me around so that I was pressed against the wall as he began to suck on my tongue. After a few more seconds, we finally pulled apart, both out of breath. "I want you," he managed, his voice ragged and full of desire. "Me too," I replied, looking at him. He picked me up and carried me into the living room. There, he set me down onto the large sofa and proceeded to undo my blouse as I struggled with his pants. The cool air on my breasts caused me to gasp and he gave an appreciative smile as he looked down at my firm breasts. "Beautiful," he whispered as he pressed his hands against them, running his palms over my perky nipples. I gasped at the contact, which felt amazing. Then, he leaned down over my right breast and, with his warm breath caressing it, took my right nipple in his mouth. I let out a moan as his warm breath and cool tongue glided over my nipple. As he sucked and nipped at it, his other hand moved to cup the other nipple, pinching and pulling it. I let out a moan and threw my head back as I felt myself becoming wetter and wetter. Pulling away, he pushed himself up and proceeded to kiss me again while his hands moved downward, taking the rest of my clothes off. As I kissed him, I managed to pull his pants off, leaving him only in boxers. Moving away, he began to suck on my other tit while his hand trailed down to my pussy. I let out a moan and ran my fingers through his hair as he nipped my nipple before he continued sucking my tit. Then, his left hand suddenly stroked me. I let out another moan as he began to stroke my swollen clit with his thumb. Still sucking my tit, he parted my wet pussy with his hand and began to stroke my clit much faster. "Fuck," I groaned as he continued to rub my clit, his hand coated with my pussy juice. Then, he inserted a finger into my cunt. "Mmmmm," I groaned as he began to move his finger, in and out of my dripping pussy. Throwing my head back, I continued to groan as he worked up a rhythm, his finger fucking my hole. As I lost myself to the pleasure, I began to unconsciously buck my hips, moving along with his finger. He pulled away from my nipple and kissed me just as he added a second finger. I groaned into his mouth as he stuck his finger into my hot, wet, cunt. "Fuck!" I groaned as I felt myself growing closer and closer to climaxing. By now, he was going faster and I could feel my body becoming liquid as pleasure washed over me in waves. He added another finger and I screamed in delight as three fingers fucked my pussy. "Can we go for an entire fist?" he whispered as he licked me, making his way down to my neck, which he proceeded to suck. "Fuck, oh fuck," I moaned as four fingers began to push their way into my pussy, while his palm and thumb played with my clit. "Ready?" he asked. "Fuck me, oh god, fuck me!" I moaned. Still sucking my neck, he pushed his entire hand into my pussy, causing me to scream out. "Fuck! Oh fuck!" I screamed as he began to move his hand, fisting my pussy. I continued to buck my hips, taking his hand in as much as I could. "Fuck! You're so tight!" he moaned as he continued to fuck me with his hand. "Oh god, oh yes, mmmm," I moaned in pleasure, not hearing a word he was saying as I got closer and closer to climaxing. He shoved his hand into my pussy again and again and again before I felt my pussy squeeze his hand as I climaxed, screaming violently. "Fuck!" I yelled as I came, hard. He pulled his hand out of me and, with a wicked smile, smelled it before he licked a finger. "Shit," I moaned as I watched him. He gave me a smile before he leaned down and hovered over my pussy. "We're not done yet," he said before I felt his tongue run over my clit. "Shit!" I moaned as he began to suck on my clit, his tongue lapping up my cum. I let out a loud moan and bucked my hips, shoving his face into my pussy. His tongue licked my clit, causing goosebumps to run up my arms from the feel of his cool tongue and warm breath on it. He licked my clit again before he stuck his tongue into my hole and began to plunge it in and out of my pussy. As he did, I groaned and ran my fingers through his hair, shoving his face deeper and deeper into my pussy. The pleasure I was feeling was overwhelming and I didn't know what to do with myself. I just wanted more and more and more. As he plunged his tongue into my pussy again, I let out a loud groan as I felt my pussy contract, shuddering as waves of pleasure flowed through me. "Oh my god," I breathed as I laid there, a thin layer of sweat covering my forehead. Mr. G pushed himself up and gave me a smile before he proceeded to kiss me on the mouth, our tongues mingling with each other as I tasted myself on his lips. I continued to kiss him before I broke away and began to press kisses down his body as I made my way to his boxers. With a smile, I pulled down his boxers and could do nothing more than stare as his huge, at least 7 inches cock greeted me. "Like what you see?" he asked from above me and I looked up, licking my lips as I nodded. "You're so big," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire and from screaming. He gave me a smile before he let out a groan and threw his head back as I leaned down and ran my tongue along his tip, tasting his precum. "Fuck," he groaned as I began to suck on the head like a lollipop. I continued to lick his head before I began to move, taking more and more of him into my mouth. Pretty soon, I was taking him up to the hilt as I moved my mouth back and forth, my teeth grazing over his length. "Shit," he continued to moan as I deepthroated him before I released. Giving him an impish smile, I took him in again, looking him directly in the eyes as I deepthroated him. "You're so good with your mouth, baby," he moaned down at me as he moved my hair aside as I continued to suck his dick. My fingers moved down and I began to play with my own clit as I continued to deepthroat him. Then, I pulled away until just his head was in my mouth. Still looking at him, I began to suck on his head while my hands wrapped around his thick, throbbing cock. He let out another groan as I sucked his tip and ran my hand back and forth on his shaft. "Fuck! Oh fuck!" he groaned down at me. Pulling away again, I propped myself up a bit and thrust my chest out. Immediately, he understood and shoved his dick between my breasts, moving it back and forth while I continued to lick and suck the tip. "Fuck," he moaned as he threw his head back. Looking up at him, I could see that he was going to cum soon. Moving my breasts, I took his entire length in my mouth. As I did, he looked down at me, his eyes questioning. I gave a slight nod and he grabbed my head. Groaning, he began to pump his long, thick cock in and out of my mouth, throwing his head back in pleasure as I gagged while he facefucked me. "Oh, fuck. Fuck!" he roared as he shoved his dick deep down my throat, causing me to gag. He looked down at me and was about to pull it out but I quickly shook my head. Nodding, he grasped the back of my head and shoved his cock deeper into my mouth, burying it down my throat. I could feel his dick down my throat and became more wet than before. He continued to hold my head and gave his hips one, two, three violent thrusts before he pulled out of my mouth. The moment he did, I gasped, sucking in as much air as I could. "You okay?" he asked and I quickly nodded. "Better than ever," I replied, causing him to smile. "Then, let's fuck," he said as he spread my legs and slowly began to ease his dick into me. As he did, I let out a loud moan as I felt my pussy stretching to take him in. "You're so fucking big," I gasped, earning a smile from him. "And you're so tight," he replied before he shoved himself in. The searing pain that followed was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. But, the feel of his large dick inside me was unlike anything I'd ever felt before either. Noticing my discomfort, he paused and looked down at me, concern on his face. "Am I hurting you?" he asked and I quickly shook my head. "Just move," I breathed. Nodding, he began to slowly move. "Faster," I said, and he began to pick up speed. Soon, he began to pump into me, pounding my pussy with his monster cock. "Fuck," I groaned as I felt my pussy stretching every time he thrust into me. He leaned down and squeezed my tits as he picked up his speed. Wrapping my legs around him, my hips began to buck as well as I followed along to his rhythm. "You're so tight!" he moaned down at me as my cunt squeezed his dick. I couldn't even answer as I lost myself to the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me. He continued to fuck me like that while his hands squeezed my tits and his mouth explored my body. Then, he pulled out and sat on the couch. "Come," he said, gesturing for me to sit on his stiff dick. I nodded and, parting my lips, sat down on him, my back pressed against his chest. "Ride me," he whispered in my ears. I began to move up and down his cock, head thrown back in pleasure as he gripped my tit with one hand and played with my clit with the other. "Fuck," I moaned, as I experienced pleasure like never before. He lowered his hands and, gripping my hips, began to pump in and out of me with incredible speed. As he did, I could only moan. The View from On Top He continued to fuck me like this for a few more minutes before he pulled out and stood. Taking my hand, he led me to the floor to ceiling window of his penthouse. By now, it was night and the city was lit up. And, I knew that no one could see us because of how high up we were. He lifted my right foot with one hand and, bracing me against the glass, shoved his dick inside my pussy. I let out a moan as the cool glass pressed against my hot, naked body, and his hard dick rammed through me at a different angle. My breasts pressed against the glass as he proceeded to fuck me against the window facing the city. I knew that I shouldn't have been so happy about it, but the fact that anyone could have seen us having such a nasty fuck against the window filled me with a thrilling pleasure. He continued to fuck my pussy before he pushed my entire body against the window and fucked me from behind with amazing speed while his hand played with my clit. "More," I moaned, "oh god, give me more. Fuck me harder." As I said the words and begged for his dick, a part of me was surprised. I hadn't told him, but this was my first time. Yet, here I was being such a dirty whore. But, I found that I didn't want to stop. I enjoyed having his dick ramming through my pussy. I continued to moan and, somehow, he managed to get us away from the window. Before I knew it, I was down on all fours, doggy style. Reaching down, he grabbed my arms and pulled me back, shoving his dick deeper inside me. "Fuck!" he groaned as he pumped into me. "Who's a nasty bitch?" "I am," I moaned, "I'm a nasty fucking whore." "That's right," he said as he reached down and grabbed my hair. However, even as he pulled my hair, he still managed to be gentle enough. "You're my nasty little cum whore," he said as he pulled my hair and continued to fuck me. "I'm your little cum whore," I moaned, "fuck your little cum whore. Fuck me hard." He grabbed my ass and began to shove his dick into me, harder and deeper than before. "Fuck," I groaned as I felt myself getting ready to climax. "Don't worry," he groaned above me. "Just relax, baby. Just relax." I moaned as he drove his dick deeper inside me. "Cum in me," I begged through my pleasure. "Are you sure?" he asked as he continued to grunt like an animal as his cock stretched my pussy. "I'm on the pill," I moaned, a haze of pleasure washing over me as my mind clouded. "Fuck," he groaned as he began to thrust faster and harder. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Just as he shot his cum inside my pussy, I let out a scream as I climaxed. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the couch and he collapsed beside me. "Fuck," I moaned like a bitch as I looked at him. He looked at me and then his hand moved down to my pussy. Spreading my lips, he watched as his cum dripped out of my pussy. "You ready for more, baby?" he asked before he leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth. "Yes," I breathed as we broke apart. "Are you going to become daddy's little cum slave?" he asked and I nodded. "I'm daddy's little cum slave," I breathed back as I reached up and kissed him. A few moments later, I was on all fours again and he was standing behind me. "Relax, baby," he breathed as he spread my ass cheeks. I let out a little moan as he stroked his dick over my asshole. "Relax," he repeated as he poked the tip in. I let out a slight gasp as I felt my asshole stretching to take him in. Slowly, he pushed his cock inside my ass and I moaned louder and louder the deeper in he went. "Fuck," I moaned when he was in. "You're so fucking big!" "Shhh, relax," he whispered down to me as he felt my ass beginning to tense up. I closed my eyes and relaxed as he began to move in and out. The feeling of his dick stretching my asshole and moving in and out was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. "Oh fuck," I moaned as he spread my cheeks wider and began to pump into my ass faster. "Fuck!" "Your ass is so tight," he groaned as he began to fuck my asshole with his dick. Stretching my ass, he began to move faster, shoving his dick in deeper and deeper. "Fuck! Fuck!" he grunted, squeezing my ass as his dick ripped my asshole. He pulled me back and sat down on the couch, pulling me to sit down on his dick. Grabbing my waist, he began to plow into my ass with the same speed as before, while I pressed myself against him and groaned like a bitch in heat. "Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?" he moaned in my ear as he ran his tongue along the corner, his hot breath making me go crazy. "You're my daddy. Oh, fuck, you're my daddy," I groaned as I rode his dick. "And what's daddy doing to you?" he asked as his hand moved to play with my clit. "He's fucking my ass," I groaned through my haze of pleasure. "He's fucking my ass and pussy." He chuckled in my ear and I felt four of his fingers enter my pussy. He began to finger me before his entire fist entered my pussy. "Fuck! So good. Oh god, so good," I moaned as I laid against him, his dick in my ass and his fist in my cunt. "Do you like this?" he breathed in my ear and I whimpered. "Do you like me fucking you like the nasty little whore you are?" "Yes," I whimpered, unable to speak. "Louder!" he bellowed as he drove his cock deeper into my ass. "Fuck me like the whore I am, daddy! Fuck me, daddy," I moaned as I began to grind into his dick and ride it. "What's my name, baby girl?" he whispered in my ear. "Say my name." "Fuck me, Mr. Galdi. Fuck me hard!" I screamed out at the top of my lungs. He pulled his hand out of my cunt and we both stood up. He quickly grabbed my right leg and lifted it up, holding onto it as he continued to fuck my asshole. As he did, he leaned down and ran his tongue along my neck before he began to suck on it. "Fuck," I groaned as I rode his dick. "Fuck." Turning me around, he positioned me so that I was lying on the couch with my ass in the air. Spreading my cheeks, he shoved his dick into my ass again and continued to fuck it, his foot raised beside me for extra balance. "Shit, I'm gonna come soon," he groaned as he thrust his dick deeper and deeper into my ass. "Cum in my ass," I moaned. "Do it in my ass." Spreading my cheeks, he shoved his cock into my asshole, going deeper and deeper, each thrust becoming harder and harder as his release came closer. "Who's daddy's bitch?" he moaned as he approached his climax. "Who's daddy's little slut?" "I'm daddy's little slut," I groaned, my asshole stretching. "I'm your slut." "Then, scream for me!" he bellowed as he buried his cock inside my ass, cumming inside just as I climaxed. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" My screams rang throughout the penthouse. He pulled his dick out of my ass and spread my cheeks, watching as his cum ran out my asshole. Then, he looked down at me as I straightened myself. Smiling, he sat beside me and pulled me on top of him, placing me so that my tits were pressed against his chest and my clit was against his still somewhat hard cock. Leaning in, he kissed me, his arms wrapping around me as my hands threaded through his hair. "How was that for a break?" he asked as we broke apart. "I think we should take breaks more often," I whispered to him before I kissed him again. "So, what do we do now?" he asked when we broke apart again. "What happens at the office?" Shrugging, I replied, "nothing. We can fuck as much as we want. It'll just be our little secret." "Are you sure?" he asked and I quickly nodded. "Besides," I paused before I leaned in and gave him a small smile, "you were my first." The moment I said the words, his face changed and he looked ready to kill himself. "Are you serious?" he asked and I nodded. "Fuck!" he groaned, shaking his head. "Why didn't you tell me? I would have made sure that it was more special. Hell, I wouldn't have treated you like that." Quickly, I shook my head and said, "I loved that." His eyes widened at my words and I smiled before continuing, "I loved that. It was rough and sexy and just amazing. I'd prefer a rough and nasty fuck over a gentle one any day." He still didn't look convinced, so I sighed and continued, "but, if you truly want to make it up to me," I paused and smiled wickedly at him, "you can always show me how you would have fucked me if you'd known." At my words, a smile crossed his face and he kissed me before saying, "I knew that you were a special one. Right from the moment I saw you." "And I knew I wanted you right from the moment I saw you," I replied, causing him to chuckle. "What?" I asked and he shook his head. "If I'd known, this would have happened much sooner," he replied, giving me a wink. With that, he picked me up and carried me towards the bedroom, where we proceeded to fuck and fuck and fuck, while the documents sat on the table, completely forgotten. The View From The Inside This story has been co-authored by myself and another writer who posts here. For now, the story is only listed under my name. Each section is separated by three stars, and indicates a change in author and point of view.- mlyn * * * * * The saying was correct. It can always get worse. I'd spent the entire day putting out one fire after another, never really accomplishing anything, simply digging a deeper and deeper hole. Work had become a nightmare and normally the thought of the next two days would bring some light to the proverbial end of the tunnel, but not now. As I slipped on my jacket all I could think about was the worries of the day and the fact that it would be another weekend alone. I'd always been a shy, quiet man. Even in my youth I'd always been the type that all the popular people had passed by and as I'd evolved into adulthood I still found myself being the object of anonymity more than affection. Short brown hair, medium height, medium build with glasses, a plain face, neither remarkable nor repulsive, the type that most beautiful women would look right through to see what awaited beyond. The walk down the hallway was a quiet one, I had stayed behind trying to no avail to solve yet another crisis and as I pushed the button to call the elevator to the ninth floor I stood there thinking what else could possibly go wrong. The door opened and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the ground floor and the entrance began to close. "Wait, hold the door!" Like an idiot I jammed my hand between the rapidly closing doors and was rewarded with my fingers being pinched. As I stood there shaking my hand like I'd stuck it directly into a beehive through the door she came. It was Madeline and I quickly turned my attention to my hand. I could feel my face turning red, bright red as I often did when she came into view. For the past few months, ever since she had joined the firm I had spent many an evening daydreaming about her and thoughts that I could never share in polite company. "Thanks, first floor please" as I looked up momentarily to see her wrestling with her purse and her papers, not really looking at me, per usual. I sighed and pushed the button again and our journey began. ***** "Shit!" I said out loud, without thinking. I looked up and saw the man who had held the elevator for me. I had to smile. He was shaking his hand. "I'm sorry you hurt your hand. I could have waited, after all it's not like this was the last elevator for the weekend." I tried shifting my belongings but that was a big mistake- no, huge mistake. Everything started a slow slide as gravity once more won this round. Papers spewed out, and then my half-opened purse decided to join in the fun. It descended topside down of course, and the contents began spilling out across my papers. A woman's worst nightmare was unfolding right before my eyes. I closed my eyes, cursing the fates. Today was my birthday, and as a joke, my assistant had given me a jumbo packet of condoms, telling me to "please go out and have fun!" Obviously, her idea of fun involved sex. So not only did the usual lipstick, spare tampon, ink pen, and lifesavers candy spill out, so did the jumbo pack of condoms, which proudly proclaimed it was a multi style pack as well. I was not promiscuous, but nor was I a virgin. But seeing a pack of 20 condoms spilling from my purse, I suddenly believed the word slut was emblazoned across my forehead. The man who had held the elevator for me was already bending down to help gather up my possessions and papers. I squatted down quickly, intent on retrieving the condoms first. And maybe it was fate, but the elevator suddenly jerked, rattled and came to a complete stop. Being balanced precariously in a squat-position and wearing a much too short skirt and my new three-inch heels, it wouldn't have taken much to tumble me. And that is exactly what I did next. Only, in my usual klutzy style, I brought down the house with me. I pitched forward and reached out my hand thinking I might catch hold of something to stop my fall. I did, sort of. Suddenly, the world was operating in slow motion. I saw my hand connecting with his bent thigh. And since he was wearing a very nice suit, the material was a bit slippery. My hand slipped, straight into his crotch. I yelped in a very unladylike fashion and found I was falling forward, towards my rescuer. And if it had been any other day than my fortieth birthday, I would have appreciated the humor of the situation. My knight errant was none other than William, whom I had felt an inexplicable attraction to since the first time I saw him in the office. I think it was his shy smile that appealed to me, in comparison to the usual office lotharios who spent most of their time staring at my boobs and trying to figure out how to get in my pants. We had had a few passing conversations, but nothing substantial. I would have sworn that I gave him a welcoming smile several times, but he always ignored me. I had stopped after the third time, deciding that if he wasn't interested, then neither was I. Of course, I didn't fall for that psycho-babble claptrap! I still lusted after him from afar. Once I had come in early, to check out the firm's gym. I had seen him working out, all sweaty and hot. I had been surprised at the muscles that were hidden by his suits. And of course, that was a mistake. I had to start all over in my campaign to pretend he didn't exist. I had thought I was finally making some headway. But somehow, even I knew that lying on top of William, with my hand still covering his manly crotch, was not the way to forgetfulness. Please vote if you are enjoying our story and would like it to continue. I will forward comments to my co-author.