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Lust

By: Dbaker



She never thought it could be like this. Cindy Sears leaned back in the spa and exhaled, her breath making a light cloud in the cool night air. It had all started innocent enough. The Myers had left Cindy in charge of their Malibu estate while they were away in Europe. Cindy had known the Myers since her father had done some landscaping for them years ago. She took up house sitting during the summers while she was off from College. 

House sitting is an easy job. You water the plants, feed pets if there are any. In return Cindy got to sit on leather sofas and watch soaps on a big screen T.V. Like Music Appreciation in high school, it was a bird course. The only thing you had to put up with was servants, or groundskeepers.

The Myers had a sofa, a spa, and the television. There was only one worker who came on the grounds, Dustin, the pool man. The Myers were never gone for long… only a week at the most, so they kept Dustin employed. He was about Twenty-two, Short brown hair, and a body to die for. His Arms were tight and toned, tanned from working in the sun. 

Cindy had spent many an afternoon watching him work from the upstairs window. She would have been lying if she had said she hadn’t thought about seducing him, or that she hadn’t touched herself while watching him working down around the kidney shaped pool. Her hand would slide down into her shorts, her fingers sliding down the lips of her pussy, then back up, settling lightly on her clit. 

Then, yesterday, she caught him watching her through the window of the kitchen as she loaded her week’s worth of dishes in the washer. She wasn’t expecting him, running around the house in her underwear and night shirt. It was one of her guilty pleasures, and now Dustin was evidently enjoying on of his. 

His eyes were half closed, his shoulders jerking slightly. His eyes flew wide as she turned; his head disappeared from the window as he ran. It took Cindy a moment to realize he had been jerking off while watching her. She smiled as she leaned against the counter, suddenly wet with excitement, Goosebumps running down her arms. She let her hand slid down under her underwear to slide along her moist lips. Before she could change her mind she ran to the door and caught Dustin as he was climbing into his truck.

“Wait!”

He paused one foot still on the pavement. Cindy wasn’t sure if it was her request, or seeing her stand there in a skimpy shirt and panties. Maybe it was her nipples poking through the fabric atop her C cup breasts. 

Cindy licked her lips and paused a moment longer, standing at the edge of a cliff. She jumped.

“I wouldn’t want to let you leave without finishing the job.”

Dustin’s mouth worked for a moment. He stepped down from his truck. Cindy could see his zipper was still down.

“The job?” he asked.

Cindy motioned with her chin and looked pointedly at his crouch. She licked her lips again.

“Why don’t you come inside?” she asked, “I could finished it for you.”

Cindy’s heart was pounding as Dustin slowly closed the door on his truck. She couldn’t believe it was happening like this. She slid one hand from her hip down to her ass. She could feel her chest begin to flush.

“Look Cindy,” He said, “I didn’t mean to…”

Cindy took a step out the door and wrapped her arms around Dustin’s neck. She stopped him with a kiss.

“I have been dying for you to. Come inside.”

“I don’t know if I should, I have an app…” he said

“I want to suck your cock.”

She led him by the hand into the house, closing and locking the door behind her. Leading him to the kitchen, she asked him to stand directly in front of the window he had been watching her through. Cindy then walks slowly over to the washer, which still had its door down. She bent over and then looked over her shoulder.

“Now… let’s get back to where you were.” she said.

Cindy smiled as she could see the tip of Dustin’s dick pushing past the top of the elastic of his BVDs. He was standing there, still a shocked look on his face.

“Maybe I can help you.” she said, parting her legs a bit wider. 

She leaned one arm on the countertop, and reached down between her legs. Her panties were soaked where she touched. She began to rub lightly, a moan escaping her lips.

Looking back over her shoulder again, Dustin had finally caught on, his hand gliding over a very tasty cock. 

“Tell me what you were thinking about.” Cindy said, closing her eyes and looking forward again. She began to rub harder.

His voice was low, deep, and almost a whisper.

“I was watching your fine ass. I was thinking about bending you over the counter.”

“Mmmm, yes.” Cindy said, pushing the panties aside with her fingers, sliding them over her slick clit and into her pussy. She began rubbing her finger in circles over her clit, feeling it raise and swelling, pushing the hood back.

“I ... was fucking you… so hard”

His voice was coming in spurts, and Cindy could hear his hand slapping against his balls as he jerked himself off. She pushed her panties farther to the side and rubbed her pussy harder. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Her fingers dove into her pussy for a moment, then slid back out to her clit. She rubbed hard and fast. 

Suddenly she felt hands on her hips, and the thick head of Dustin’s dick touched her fingers as it slid between her pussy lips. Her hand flew from her crotch to the counter, stabilizing her so she didn’t tip over as Dustin worked his cock into her tight pussy. He took his time, pushing in, pulling out, working it in more and more. Cindy felt his balls swing and rub against her.

Cindy looked over her shoulder, locking her blue eyes on to his brown, and the words she had moaned upstairs in fantasy came bursting from her mouth.

“Fuck me as hard as you can.”

Dustin moaned a response, and began to ram her pussy as hard as he could. His balls slapped against her, and Cindy gasped.

“Oh God, oh god. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!”

He pushed her hard up against the counter. Cindy leaned over the sink, her breast slapping lightly against the cold metal. He fucked her. He fucked harder and longer than she had been fucked in a long time. He thrust over and over, his breath hard, panting.

Cindy began to roll her eyes back. Her left hand gripped the faucet hard. Heaven began to wash over her. Her whole body began to tingle and her clit seemed to explode. She screamed.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!! Oh Shit!”

Dustin reached down, grabbing Cindy’s thighs and lifting her up, almost launching her onto the counter. 

“Holy Shit!” He yelled, his dick jerking, launching into her. 

Cindy collapses as she came, letting Dustin support her as he shook. His cum was warm and as he pulled out she could feel it dripping out of her.

The had spent the rest of the afternoon in the pool skinny dipping and fucking repeatedly on the private deck, then once more on the sofa. Now, Dustin was sliding back into the spa with two glasses of Champagne.

“Guess what?” He asked

“What?” Cindy asked as she took a glass. She ran a hand over his dick and smiled as she watched it jump to life.

“The Myers left a message on the machine. They’re going to be gone another week.”

“Great!” She said smiling.

“And I canceled my jobs for tomorrow.” He said.

“Good.” Cindy said, running her tongue over the tip of his hardening dick, “You’re going to need the rest.”

Lust



I hopped down the stairs as my doorbell rang. Looking through the peephole, I saw her standing there waiting for me to let her in. I took a moment to admire her. She had blond hair, falling around her face and sitting about shoulder length, with beautiful blue grey eyes. My eyes traced her contours, from her shapely legs up to her delicious hips, that never failed to make my mouth water, to her shapely breasts that made me want to reach out and bury myself in their cleavage. I pulled myself together and pulled open the door, pleased at the smile that spread across her lips as she threw her arms around my neck and practically jumped onto me. I pulled her in, closing the door behind her and pushing her firmly up against it as soon as it was shut.

I grabbed her lustrous hair and pulled her head back laying her throat bare as she moaned. I bent in and bit her neck where it meet her shoulder. The pleasure caused her to let loose an even louder moan. I took a step back and pushed her roughly to her knees. She grinned wickedly as she fumbled with my zipper, and then pulled my hardening cock free from its constraints. 

"Oh how I missed this," She said with her hands holding my cock.

Grinning she took my cock slowly into her mouth.

"Mmmmmm and I missed this." I said, grabbing the back of her head as my cock grew in her moaning, full mouth.

I watched her work my cock in and out of her mouth trying to take it down her throat as her eyes practically grinned up into mine. As I saw her begin to squirm I pulled her up onto her feet, and up the stairs and into my bedroom.

I let loose a low moan and we both practically tore the clothes from her body. I then pushed her back onto my bed. I disrobed quickly with her eager assistance. and then grabbed her wrists pinning them above her head. My eyes afire I devoured her beauty as she writhed beneath me. 

"Are you my little cock-slut?" I said with my deepest growl.

"Mmmm ..... Yes." She let escape breathlessly.

"Good." I growled and lifted her legs over my shoulder and drove my full cock into her wet and wanting cunt. Her pussy was stretched in one long thrust, I did not have to work it in slowly like during our previous encounters.

"Oh GOD yes!" She screamed and ground her hips onto my erection. 

"Fuck me harder! Yes! Pound my cunt!" She practically shouted as I drove my cock deep into her again and again.

I watched her hips move into my thrusts as her face flushed an her eyes blazed with an animal lust I had never seen in them before. As I laid back I pulled out completely and pulled her into a sitting position on my lap.

She grinned as she took my throbbing manhood and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. She rocked back and forth gently letting it spread her lips.

"Are you ready?" She grinned with her wicked smile. I watched as she impaled herself with my cock. Her eyes rolled into her head, her mouth opened wide and she let forth a scream of pleasure to wake the dead, or at least the neighbors.

I was lost in my animal lust as I grabbed her hips and pulled her down fully onto me every time she started to descend. My growls mingled with her screams of pleasure as she rode my bucking hips, growing closer with every bounce the her first climax of the evening. I saw her mouth open as she passed her point of no return, driving herself harder and harder onto my cock. She was silent for a moment as she began to slowly shudder. She then let forth her own growl of pleasure as her orgasm overtook her. Screaming with lust as I continued to drive myself into her reaching for my own climactic release. Her fevered screams reached their zenith, when I heard her moan and scream, "Fucking fill my cunt up! I want to feel you come inside me!"

With that, I flipped her onto her back and felt her wrap her legs behind me as I came thick bursts deep inside her. Moaning we both collapsed in orgiastic bliss. Breathing heavy we both came down from our respective peaks. I started to soften but left my cock buried snugly between her delicious thighs, as I rolled her on top of me.

I thought about the show the neighbors must have just heard as she began to rock her hips back and forth bringing me to slow rising attention. As she began her second ride of the night I lost myself to the lust.



Lust



Most of her days began the same. Today was no different. She was up early to make coffee and start breakfast for her husband. Moving through her beautiful home, straightening and re-arranging items, she once again felt overwhelming contentment and happiness. Finally, going to the bedroom to wake her husband, she sighed deeply. It was a glorious room. She had spent long hours making it perfect, a special bower to encompass all the love and satisfaction she felt. It was already a sunny day and long rays of light fell on the carpet and warmed the air. There, in the bed, her husband, Daniel, was still sleeping.

She studied his face. That face had changed her world. He was not traditionally handsome. Rather, he was incredibly beautiful, at least to her. His features, taken separately, were probably very ordinary, but their sum was absolutely breathtaking. His golden brown hair fell softly onto his forehead, like a little boy lost in dreams. His tanned skin was smooth and cool, scented with him, constantly tempting. She imagined his eyes, silver-grey, a color she had never seen before or since. Watching him sleep, she knew that everything about him attracted her, melted her. It wasn't just his looks, Daniel was a total package. She could listen to him for hours, his words pouring over her, filling and satisfying her mind as he filled and satisfied her body with lovemaking.

Now, she leaned over him, tickling his cheek with her long curls. He woke smoothly, smiling, reaching up and capturing her in his arms. "Ah, Sophie! Good morning, Love." 

When he pulled her down beside him, she sighed happily. She loved the feel of him, the touch of him. Even his morning breath was fresh and delicious. His lips touched hers, tentatively. She responded with ardor, pressing her body along his, feeling his manhood swell and nestle against her. This was something she never tired of, her total capitulation to his touch. She needed him as much as he needed her. They were well-matched. She had already showered and was dressed in a soft, short, silky gown. His hands moved up and down her body, rearranging the fragile fabric, finding her naked flesh. 

She nestled in his arms for long minutes, enjoying the feel of his mouth on hers, his tongue teasing and probing, awakening her desires. It was difficult, but she finally pulled away, moved from his embrace and slid out of the bed. He remained there, his arms outstretched, his eyes glistening with lust.

She went into the bathroom, filling her mouth with minty mouthwash, then spitting it out. She returned to the bed, kneeling beside it, beckoning Daniel to sit in front of her. Sophie positioned herself between his legs, pushing them even further apart, resting her warm palms on his thighs. "Lie back, Darling. But be sure you have lots of pillows, I want you to see everything....."

She bent to his open thighs. Running her tongue up the warm flesh, she left a trail of cool moisture. Her mouth moved eagerly, searching for the prize she knew awaited her. She nibbled his tender skin, heard his moans as he anticipated her movements. Her tongue traced along his groin, moving up and down, licking and stroking. She could almost feel his cock bobbing over her, getting impatient, wanting attention.

She would have lingered over his deliciously soft thighs, but she wanted to bath his cock with her still-tingling mouth, wanted to make him gasp with pleasure. She smiled up at him, moving her mouth to the crying tip of his straining dick, swirling her tongue around the glistening head. God, she loved this. She loved the velvety feel of the head, the veined smoothness of the shaft. She loved that first taste of pre-come, knowing it would start flowing now, dripping onto her chin and fingers.

At first, Daniel was content to lie back and watch Sophie as she lavished his cock with her minty tongue. He loved to see her licking and sucking him, loved to watch her face as she consumed his erection, as it disappeared into her dainty mouth. He marveled at the joy on her face as she pleasured him. He always felt she was exactly where she wanted to be. And again, he delighted in the fact that his very ladylike wife, his prim and proper mate, could be so extremely happy sucking his cock and allowing him to explode deep in her throat.

Even as these thoughts raced through his mind, Sophie began to blow him in earnest. She began bobbing up and down, sucking and licking and nibbling. Soon she added that little humming sound, deep in her throat, that always drove him crazy. She knew exactly how to pleasure him. When she added her little warm hands, began caressing and probing his aching balls, he was unable to control himself and came, sending warm torrents down her throat. She continued to suck him, making sure she collected every drop before slowing down and just licking him clean, again becoming dainty and demure. Finally, his cock was cleaned to her satisfaction. She looked up then, smiling. Her tongue slipped out to lick a tiny drop of come that had settled on her lip. She closed her eyes, savoring that taste of him. 

Sophie stood, leaning far over to kiss his mouth, and whisper "Good morning, my love." Shen she turned and sashayed into the kitchen to get his breakfast on the table. 

Daniel went to the shower to get ready for his day. As he washed, he relived those moments with Sophie, the way she voraciously sucked his cock any time of the day or night. He would wake sometimes to find her between his legs, happily licking and nibbling his engorged dick, her eyes closed, half-asleep. Sometimes, he wished he could tell his friends about her, about the wanton side of her that delighted him so thoroughly, but he knew he never would. While all his friends liked her, he could tell they wondered about her, exactly what she was like. She appeared to be a quiet, thoughtful, extremely genteel lady. He loved the secret side of her that only he knew. 

He dressed for work and went to the kitchen, just as a wonderful breakfast was placed on the table. Sophie was in her 'housewife' mode, zipping around the room, making the meal, watering her plants, and dancing to the radio. She was dressed for the day too. She wore a simple dress which just skimmed her shapely figure. Her makeup was subdued, her hair long and natural. Lately, tiny streaks of silver wove through the dark brown curls, a striking look that she couldn't have gotten in any beauty shop. He could smell her vanilla scent despite the delicious breakfast. Sophie did not like a lot of jewelry and wore only a string of pearls and her wedding band. She looked, as always, very elegant and very desirable. He asked about her plans for the day.

"Oh, the usual. Groceries, cleaners, drop books at the library, lunch with the girls. Nothing too terribly exciting. Anything special you would like for dinner?"

They continued chatting, filling in the day for each other, working together on the grocery list. Daniel finished eating and kissed her goodbye. After he left, Sophie cleaned the kitchen and prepared to leave too.

Some days, whimsically, Sophie wondered what a private detective would think if he followed her around. Her days used to be so boring, so dull, she imagined he would charge extra because of the monotony. Today, she got into her car, placing her lists on the seat with the books to return. She began driving around town, checking off errands as she completed them. Finally, all that was left was the trip to the grocery. She planned to leave the groceries until the very last, just before going home. 

Sighing deeply, Sophie turned onto a lovely residential street, pulling into a driveway about midway down the block. The garage door opened as if by magic and Sophie pulled in, the door closing automatically behind her. Happily leaving all her lists in the car, Sophie walked into the house through the kitchen door. Just stepping into the house made her feel lighter. In this house, nothing was expected of her. It was her retreat, her special place, and she reveled in her time here.

She walked through the kitchen, unzipping and dropping her dress before she had even crossed the room. In the dining room, she left her shoes. By the living room, she had removed her pearls and her slip. As she entered the bedroom, she was wearing only a pale pink demi-bra and a pink garter belt, fastened to sheer ivory stockings. Sophie hadn't worn panties and her thick dark curlies were framed beautifully. She had large, full breasts with dark areola, lovely nipples. In a demi-bra, she seemed to be in danger of overflowing. Her nipples pressed against the fragile fabric and threatened to pop through. Sophie stood in the doorway, framed beautifully, her breath quickening at the sight of Martin in the huge bed.

Martin was her lover. He gave her everything she wanted, anytime she wanted it. She only had to call or email him and he was waiting for her, waiting with a hard cock to please her. Today was no different. 

She walked smoothly to the bed, her hips undulating with desire. Martin moved to the edge of the bed, naked and erect, to greet her. They rarely spoke. Conversation was not what brought them together. They were both guided by lust. They knew how to please each other, exactly what to do to satisfy the need that raged in both of them.

She stood between his legs and his arms went around her hips, pulling her close. He kissed her smooth tummy, his chin lightly pressing against her mound. His fingers moved expertly to her back, releasing the tiny hooks and pulling her bra open. She stood still, allowing him to slip the straps over her arms and drop it to the floor. He leaned back, opening his mouth expectantly. Sophie held her breast in one hand and leaned forward to feed him. She loved the way he looked, his eyes already closing in anticipation of the delight of nursing on her. She brushed her erect nipple along his lips, teasing him, causing him to open his mouth even further. His tongue flicked her engorged breast, sending shivers through her body and starting her juices flowing. Finally, she reached behind his head and pulled him forward, pressing his face into her soft breast, feeling his mouth clamp down on her nipple. He sucked deeply, pulling her into his heat, his mouth working busily. 

Sophie's fingers wound into his hair, holding him there. Her hips had already started dancing, her wet pussy aching and swelling. He knew exactly how to suck her nipples. The combination of pleasure and slight pain was perfect. And he loved her breasts, loved the fullness and weight of them. Now, she released his head and held the other breast for him. He pulled away from the first and delved into the second soft cushion, greedy sounds coming from deep in his throat. He alternated nipples, moving his head back and forth as she held them together and enjoyed his attentions.

Martin's hands were free to roam along her near-naked body, cupping her bare ass, sliding down her soft thighs. His fingers moved between the cheeks, searching for that tiny, tight hole that gave her so much pleasure. Her legs spread, allowing him access to anything he wanted. He lightly circled her asshole, listening to her moans of pleasure as he continued to nip and lick her hardened nipples. He could feel how wet she was, touch the moisture that was coating her inner thighs. 

Sophie pulled away and moved beside him. She looked at him with lust-glazed eyes and crawled onto the bed, until her head rested on the comforter and her knees were on the edge of the mattress. She had her ass high in the air, again perfectly framed by the garter belt. The long fasteners pressed into her pale flesh, the stockings felt sexy beneath his cheek as he began kissing her. 

His mouth moved eagerly, his lips made a trail up her inner thigh, anxious to reach his destination. He found her tight little hole and slowly circled it with his extended tongue. He knew she loved this. He circled and circled, moving his tongue closer to the prize with each rotation. Finally, he was there, he could feel the puckered skin under his mouth. Now, he flicked his tongue up and down, back and forth, feeling her hips thrusting wildly against his face. He paused for the smallest second, then pushed the tip of his tongue into her ass. Her cries of delight filled the air. Again and again, he thrust forward, moving deeper and deeper into that incredible pink place, feeling the hot, silken walls surrounding his probing tongue and sucking it even deeper. 

Her hips were frantic now. She was screaming his name, begging him to help her, to let her come. His mouth pushed against her ass, his tongue deep inside the darkness, his mind reeling with the pleasure of her response. He slid one hand up between her wet thighs and slipped his fingers into her swollen pussy. He found her clit, distended and throbbing, and began to massage it. He didn't waste time being gentle, he knew she was beyond gentleness. He rubbed against it, using many fingers, pushing and twisting, knowing she needed to feel it all through the haze of lust that had settled over both of them. He continued to fuck her ass with his tongue while she screamed, cried, begged. His fingers slid from her clit, into her hot cunt. All four fingers fit into her easily. He began to match the rhythm of his tongue, fucking her ass and cunt together. Her hips were wild now, her voice a hoarse whisper. 

He waited. Martin knew her well and knew she wouldn't be able to wait much longer. He felt her thighs begin to press together, nearly pushing his face away. He knew the exact moment to thrust forward and how it would feel to be captured by her straining legs, held in place against her sweet ass, his hand locked between the soft flesh. He loved it. She was screaming nearly constantly now, her voice a ragged whisper as she continued to beg for release. His fingers wriggled inside her, twisting and probing, filling her completely. Still, he waited. Her body was a thing in motion, unable to stop, striving for completion. Then, he felt it. Her entire body stilled, her breathing stopped, even the moans and cries ceased. The massive orgasm tore through her and she bucked against him, her body leaking fragrant juices over his face and hands. He continued, licking and fucking, as she finally began to slow to a weak throb. He slid his tongue from her, removed his sticky fingers from inside her.

Placing his hands on her hips, he stood. He guided his engorged cock to her soaking pussy, slipping it easily into the still-pulsing pinkness. He thrust deeply over and over, coating his dick with her slippery juices. He loved being enveloped by her. It was so tempting to just continue, to be deep within her, filling her with the come he so needed to release. But he had other plans. Right now, he continued to thrust, feeling her muscles relax as she slowly returned to sanity. 

He pulled out of her wet pussy and turned her onto her back with nearly one motion. He loved the satisfied, unfocused look on her face. She pushed herself further back on the bed, until she was comfortable. Her body was totally relaxed. Her nipples, which had been hard before, were still engorged from the orgasm, standing straight and tight. Her chest was flushed and still heaving.

That was what Martin wanted. He wanted those breasts. He straddled her nearly limp body, moving up until his cock rested between them. Those lovely full, warm breasts! He moved his wet cock slightly, rubbing her soft flesh. Ah, she knew! She reached up, holding her breasts together, holding them side by side, invitingly. 

Martin slid his cock between them again. He was so hard, so wet and slick. He slid easily between her breasts, the velvety head appearing with each stroke. She licked him with her pink tongue on each upsweep, watched intently with each downstroke. He was so excited! He lifted his hand to his face, inhaling the musky smell of her on his fingers, sucking them deeply into his mouth. Still his hips moved, as he thrust between those full breasts, as he fucked her repeatedly. 

He didn't have much control left. She was lightly fingering her hard nipples as she held her breasts together. Now the words poured from her mouth, her sweet good-girl mouth, dirty words of desire and lust. He continued to slide between her breasts, reaching behind him occasionally and dipping his fingers into her swollen pussy for an exploration of her soft wetness. He moved faster, his cock a blur as he slid back and forth, up and down between the soft pillows of flesh. He felt himself tightening, felt his balls ready to explode. 

Sophie looked into his eyes, watched and gauged. His fingers were tapping on her still-sensitive clit, causing her to wriggle against his hand, ready once more to come. She felt it building, felt it reach the point of ecstacy. Watching him, knowing his orgasm was pending, she found herself coming again. Her body spasmed under him, her nipples distended and hardened again. She reached up to twist them, to pinch them as she screamed his name. 

That was his cue. He couldn't wait any longer. His cock began throbbing, sending streams of come all over her chest and chin, gooey and hot. He loved this, to see his come all over her, to touch it and rub it into her flesh, to place his sticky fingers into her mouth and watch her suck them clean.

As he caught his breath, he stretched out beside her in the bed, holding her and enjoying her warmth. Soon, his breathing turned to soft snores as he fell asleep. 

Sophie waited until he slept soundly, then climbed from the bed, washed up, dressed carefully, and left. 

She still needed to go to the grocery store before going home.

THE END



Lust



I wanted her the moment she walked in the bar. I had been driving all day on my way to visit some old friends in western Massachusetts. It was late and I decided to get a drink then head back to the sleazy motel just down the road and get up early. The bar was empty except for the bald headed bar tender with a pot belly and an old guy by himself at a back table with his head down on the table, holding a shot glass. We were in the middle of nowhere so I was surprised when this sexy young woman walked in wearing tight faded jeans that strained against her round ass.  

Our eyes met as soon as she entered then she looked away but I noticed a slight smile on her face. She had an exotic, hippy look about her—long curly black hair, dark olive skin, dangling earrings. She was small—a little over five feet tall. She wore an old jean jacket that was embroidered with bright colored beads on the sleeves.  I guessed she was in her early thirties—considerably younger than me. When she sat down at the bar in the corner next to the wall, she glanced over at me, that slight smile on her lips, then away when the bar tender asked her what she wanted. 

I heard her order a martini, which surprised me but I said to the bar tender, "Put it on my tab."

Our eyes met and we nodded at each other. She then got up and walked over and sat down on the stool next to me. I could not believe how tight her jeans were and how they hugged her legs and hips. She put her small back pack on the floor and smiled. 

"Thanks, mister. My name is Sarah."

"Nice name," I said. "Mine's Thom." 

I took a sip of my Jack Daniels. Our eyes met again, both of us knowing something was brewing and wondering where this sudden meeting in a bar in the middle of nowhere would end. I knew the moment I saw her walk in that I wanted to fuck her and I had a feeling from the way she looked at me that she was interested in something happening. It sounds trite but there were definitely sparks flying. 

When her drink came she picked it up and we clicked glasses. She smiled and looked me in the eye and said, "Here's to luck!"  

"I'll drink to that," I said as I raised my glass then took another sip.

She took a sip of her Martini, then put her glass down and stirred the olive with her finger. She then put her finger in her mouth and licked it with her tongue, looking at me as she started sucking her finger. "Mmmmmmmmm—that's so good," she said, looking into my eyes. "I love martinis."

I could not believe how sexy she looked licking and sucking her finger and my cock immediately got hard. 

I could tell by the way she looked at me as she licked her finger that she was enjoying teasing me and that we were going to fuck. 

The sexual energy between us was growing rapidly and I suddenly appreciated her toast to luck. Things like this don't happen except in fantasies, I thought, but here we were in a dinky bar in the middle of no where—two strangers-- both of us knowing we wanted to fuck each other. It was just a matter of time. 

"So what are you doing here?" she asked. 

"I'm on my way to visit some old friends but needed to stop. I'm at the motel down the road."

"Nice. I'm on my way home from visiting friends and thought I would stop too. I'm probably at the same motel you are----hmmm serendipity," she said,then picked up the olive out of her glass, placed on her mouth and swallowed it, licking her lips with her tongue, looking into my eyes with that slight little sexy smile on her lips. 

"So, where's home?" I asked. 

"New York," she answered. "Where are you from?"

"Maine." 

"Oh, I was in Maine once a few years back," Sarah said. "Beautiful. I loved it"

Just then she took her jean jacket off and put it on top of her back pack on the floor.  She was wearing a skimpy black tank top that could barely contain her big tits and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. 

I moaned to myself when I saw her tits and her nipples making little peaks on her tight tank top. Her cleavage was driving me crazy. She smiled and looked into my eyes, knowing she was getting me hot. She glanced down at my crotch and could see my hard cock bulging in my jeans.  

Neither of us said anything but it was clear our lust for each other was climbing rapidly. 

She rotated on her bar stool and faced me and sat with her legs spread apart so that I could see her crotch and how the seam of her tight jeans pressed into her pussy. I faced her too, my legs spread apart and she could see the outline of my cock as it was straining to break out of my jeans. We were clearly teasing each other as our knees touched.   

She lifted her martini to her mouth and took another sip while I did the same with my drink. Our eyes locked on each others as we drank. 

She then glanced over at the bar tender whose back was to us and then reached forward and started to rub my cock.  "Mmmmmmmmmmmm.....nice," she moaned. 

I put my hand on top of hers as she rubbed my cock."Ohhhh baby that feels good."

As she leaned forward I could see her cleavage and with my other hand reached forward and started rubbing one of her tits with the palm of my hand, squeezing it and heard her moan again, "mmmmmmmmm baby I like that."

She continued to rub my cock as I held my hand on her tit, loving how soft it was and how hard her nipple felt against my palm as I squeezed.

Just then the bartender went into a back room leaving us alone at the bar. 

Suddenly, all inhibitions were gone as our raunchy lust for each other took over. I then reached between her legs and cupped her pussy with my other hand, pressing my hand against her crotch. She pushed her pelvis forward so that I could rub her harder. "Oh fuck," she gasped softly and then again, a little louder as she pushed her pussy against my hand. "Oh fuck!" she moaned again, biting her lower lip, our eyes locked on each other. 

"Let's finish our drinks and get out of her," I said. 

"Cool!" she said, rubbing my cock harder. "I want this big cock." 

We both finished our drinks and I threw a twenty on the bar and we were out of there. 

Our cars were the only ones in the dark parking lot. The red neon sign in the bar's window blinked on and off, casting an eerie red glow. As we approached my car, I suddenly grabbed her, pushing her hard against the door and we kissed, devouring each others tongues. I grabbed her ass and pulled her against my hard cock and we started grinding and humping each other, our tongues swirling madly. She grabbed my ass and pulled me against her as our hungry bodies desperately fucked each other through our clothes—our humping getting harder and hotter--our mouths and tongues almost hurting from the force of our kissing. 

Suddenly, we released each others' mouths to get some air but continued grinding and humping, looking into each others hungry eyes. She lowered her self slightly, arching her back, spreading her legs wider apart, giving me more access to her jean covered pussy as she moved up and down my hard cock, grinding her self harder into me, loving the intense pleasure we were giving each other.  

'"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," she cried out, rubbing her pussy harder and faster against my cock. "I'm going to cum. Oh baby, baby fuck me  ohhhhh  baby fuck me fuck me. ohhhhhhh yes yes don't stop don't stop I'm cummmmmmmming ohhhhhhhhhhh baby I'm cummmmmming in my pants."

She was grinding her pussy into my hard cock with all her strength moving up and down up and down on my pole, her words driving me insane, making me pump against her harder as she shuddered in an intense orgasm, screaming, "Oh baby, I need your cock in me." she said, holding my ass and pulling me against her. "I need it. Let's get in the car. I need you to fuck me." 

Luckily it was late, the parking lot was dark and there was no traffic on the desolate road.

I opened up the back door and she got in and lay down on her back, taking off her jeans as fast as she could while I pulled mine down. I then reached and pulled her jeans over her feet and then her soaked panties, throwing them on the floor then got in. She placed one leg on the back of the seat, the other on the floor. Her pussy was wide open to me. She looked at my cock then at my eyes, reaching her arms out for me. 

"COME ON, BABY! I WANT THAT HUGE COCK! FUCK ME!" she shouted."FUCK ME HARD!"

Her horny yelling drove me insane and I rammed my cock into her pussy with one hard thrust.

"OHHHHHHHH BABY! YOU'RE SO BIG! FUCK ME WITH THAT MONSTER! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

"YOU'RE PUSSY IS SO TIGHT I CAN HARDLY GET MY COCK IN YOU!" I yelled as I pulled out and rammed my cock into her as hard as I could. "TAKE MY COCK YOU LITTLE WHORE!" I shouted.

"YEAH BABY TALK DIRTY TO ME! MAKE ME YOUR SLUT!" She yelled, lifting her ass off the seat. I could not believe my ears and her words encouraged me to keep going where we were headed.   

"FUCK ME YOU COCK LOVING SLUT!" I yelled."GIVE ME YOUR CUNT!"

"HARDER!HARDER!" she screamed, lifting her ass and arching her back. "FUCK ME HARDER YOU BASTARD! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME!" 

I pulled all the way out and then slammed deep into her again and again. She was thrashing her head from side to side, screaming, "I'M CUMMMMMMMING OHHHH BABY DO IT!  YEAH THAT'S IT! FUCK ME DON'T STOP  OHHHHHHHH GOD I LOVE YOUR FUCKING COCK! DON'T STOP! FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER!" OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BABY! BABY! BABY!

I pulled out and thrust harder and faster, going in and out, in out, harder and faster. "TAKE MY COCK! TAKE IT! OH BABY YOUR PUSSY IS SO FUCKING TIGHT!" I screamed as I felt her juicy pussy grip and squeeze my swelling cock with her pussy muscles. "OH BABY I LOVE YOUR TIGHT CUNT!" I screamed again knowing I was about to cum hard. 

"OH GOD! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMMING!" she screamed again through an orgasm, her whole body quivering and shaking. " KEEP FUCKING ME! DON'T STOP! FUCK ME FUCK ME OHHHHHHHHH YES HERE IT COMES AGAIN! OHHHHHHHHH BABY YES! YES! RAPE ME! RAPE ME! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BABY I LOVE FUCKING YOU OHHHHHH BABY THIS IS SO GOOD! OHHHHHHHH BABY I'M CUMMMMING AGAIN! OH FUCK THIS IS SO GOOD! KEEP FUCKINGME KEEP FUCKING ME! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BABY. DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! OHHHHHHGOD I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMING! I'M CUMMMMMMMMING!"  

I thrust as hard as I could, loving her delirious screaming and felt my cock was on the verge of exploding. "HERE IT COMES OHHHHHHHHHH BABY I'M CUMMMMMMMMMING!" OHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as my cock swelled, feeling her pussy muscles gripping me tighter. It would not be long.

"CUM IN ME! CUM IN ME!" she screamed as I pulled out and thrust again and a huge eruption of cum gushed out of me, my whole body trembling with sensations as my cum poured into her pussy.

"OH! OH! OH! BABY! OH! FUCK BABY!" I screamed, thrusting as hard as I could.  

"KEEP FUCKING ME! DON'T STOP! GIVE ME YOUR CUM! GIVE IT TO ME!" she screamed and then shuddered. "OHHHHHHHHH GOD IM CUMMMMMMMMING AGAIN. I'M CUMMMING AGAIN! DON'T STOP! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMING AGAIN! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"she shrieked, lifting her self off the seat to get every inch of my cock.  

She then wrapped her strong legs around my back, her arms tight around my shoulders, pulling me even deeper into her. I could not believe how wild she was as I kept thrusting, ready to explode. 

"OHHHHHHHHH BABY I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING1 OHHHHHHHHHHH BABY," I yelled, our screaming filling the car. 

We both came together in huge convulsions-- my cum bursting forth deep in her pussy and her cum spilling out of her soaked pussy. Finally I collapsed on her, both of us gasping for air as I lay heavily on her in the back seat of my car, both of us completely spent. 

Sarah kept her legs wrapped around my back, trapping my cock in her and holding me to her with her strong arms. Neither of us could speak as we gasped for air, panting heavily.

"Oh baby I want more," she whispered in my ear. "I want to fuck you all night. I'm insatiable."

My deflated cock was still deep in her and I began to move in a slow swirling motion and felt her begin to move with me as we continued to draw warm sensual feeling from each other. Her saying she was insatiable excited me. "Man, this was one hot woman," I said to myself as I lay on her body, feeling her big tits crushed against my chest.  

"Insatiable,are you," I said as I slowly pulled my cock out of her pussy, looking at her.  

"Yes," she said, looking into my eyes as I looked down at her. "I love to fuck!"

"Let's get going. We've got a long night ahead of us," I said. 

We quickly got dressed and noticed the lights in the bar were out and the neon sign was turned off. She dashed to her car and followed me to the Riverside Motel which was five minutes away from the bar. The neon sign on the motel office was on with the letter R blinking on and off.  The office was dark. It had to be past midnight.

Sarah pulled up alongside of my car. We walked quickly to my room and as soon as I opened the door, she squirmed by me. 

"Mmmmmmmmm, what an luscious ass," I said to myself as I looked at her tight jeans clinging to her ass.   I had left a lamp on. When I entered and closed the door, she took her jeans jacket off and tossed it on the floor, her eyes on me like I was prey. I could not believe how beautiful and sexy she looked with her hair still messed up, her tight, faded jeans molded to her body, her big tits stretching her black tank top, her intense hungry eyes looking at me. She was a fantasy come true and I could not believe my luck—-meeting this sexy hot woman in the middle of nowhere--strangers in the night. Our eyes were locked on each other as she pushed me against the door and got down on her knees, rubbing my cock as she slowly unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. 

I looked down at her as she held my cock in her hand and moved her mouth to it, licking the tip with her tongue. She looked up at me with those hungry brown eyes as she licked, her hand holding my cock, her tongue moving up and down the length of my shaft, the warm wet sensation of her mouth forcing me to lean against the door and just give in to what she was doing to me.   

She then slid her mouth over the full length of my cock and moved up and down, slow at first then faster as her hunger for my cum grew. The soft slurping sound she made as she swallowed my cock made me grab the back of her head and begin thrusting into her hot mouth, fucking her harder with each thrust. 

"OH BABY THAT'S SO GOOD! SO HOT! OHHHHHH BABY FUCK ME WITH YOUR MOUTH!" 

I watched my cock going in and out of her mouth, her hands grabbing my ass as I pumped harder, my cock swelling in her mouth. She sensed I was about to explode and moved her mouth faster and deeper as she took me over the edge.

"OH BABY I'M CUMMMMING! I'M CUMMMING!" I screamed looking down at her head, my hands pulling her hair, as she moved her mouth faster and faster up and down my swollen cock. Suddenly, my cock exploded, filling her mouth with cum as it burst forth, dribbling down her chin and she gobbled up all that she could. 

My cock popped out of her mouth as I slid down to the floor, unable to stand after that intense release. She leaned back and smiled, my cum on her lips and chin. I sat on the green carpeted floor, my back against the door, my legs were spread forward, my cock hanging limply, Sarah kneeling between my legs. She then leaned down, lifting my cock and continued licking the remains of cum from my cock, moaning as she licked. 

"Told you I'm insatiable," she said, looking up at me. 

"You are, are you?" I smiled. "Well get ready to scream for me to stop when I fuck your brains out."  

"Oh yeah!" she said. "You think you can handle me."

"I know I can," I answered and in a sudden burst of energy, I stood up, pulled her to her feet and pushed her to the bed, unbuttoning her jeans at the same time. I pushed her onto her back and quickly pulled her jeans off, getting her to squirm out of them. She didn't have her panties on and they were probably still in the back of my car. Her legs were spread apart. I grabbed her ankles as I got down on my knees on the floor and placed her legs over my shoulders. I started licking the inside of her thigh just below her pussy, teasing her. I moved my tongue from one thigh to the other, licking her on both sides of her pussy, but not touching her pussy, knowing where she wanted my tongue.

"STOP TEASING ME! YOU FUCKER!" she screamed, grabbing my hair and pulling me on to her pussy. "EAT ME! EAT ME!" she yelled again as my tongue continued licking her thighs, seeing how wet she was as I tantalized her with my tongue.

She was pulling my hair and squirming to get my tongue on her pussy and we were in a battle of wills. "EAT ME! STOP TEASING ME YOU BASTARD!" she screamed.

I knew we were in for a night of hot raunchy fucking and that both of us were on the same page,loving the raunchy game we were playing, as our lust cast all inhibitions out the window. We were wild animals.  

I continued licking both sides of her pussy as she writhed and screamed at me, letting her know I was in charge. I was determined to make her beg me to fuck her and then beg me to stop when she couldn't take it any more---the word "insatiable" challenging me. She would learn she was not the only one who was insatiable.  I then gently touched her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue and heard her gasp as she pulled my hair. I tickled her pussy lips with my tongue, barely touching her and then pulling my tongue away, then touching her pussy a little harder as I began to lick up and down her dripping pussy, loving the taste and smell of her juicy cunt. 

I then began licking her pussy with the flat of my tongue, lapping up her juices, moving from her ass hole to her clit, putting more and more pressure on her pussy with each swipe. She was writhing and whimpering, "ohhhhh baby that's so good, eat me eat me ohhhhhh baby eat me eat me, don't stop ohhhhhh yes yes," she moaned, pushing her pussy harder against my tongue, pulling my hair, forcing my tongue to go deeper. She was the wildest woman I had ever fucked.

I then started licking and sucking her clit as I placed my middle finger in her tight pussy, feeling her muscles gripping them.  

"OHHHHHHHH YEAH! DO THAT! DO THAT!" she screamed, fucking my finger as I sucked her engorged clit.  

I then put a second and then a third finger in her pussy, curling it so that it rubbed against her soft g-spot.  That's when she went completely berserk and screamed. "OH YES YES YES I'M THERE! I'M THERE! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMING!" she screamed lifting her ass off the bed as she fucked my fingers and my mouth. It was all I could do to hold her as she shuddered and shook when she climaxed.  

I then tore off my jeans and climbed on the bed between her wide open legs. My cock was hard again. Her wild screaming and writhing got me so hot I couldn't stand it and had to ram my cock into her pussy and fuck her as hard as I could. I was out of my mind, but knew I wanted to drive her crazy and beg me to stop. 

When I rammed my cock in her, she screamed, "OHHHHHHHH BABY! YOU'RE SO BIG!" as my thrust went deep, pushing her into the soft mattress, the headboard banging against the wall as I pulled out and then thrust again and again hoping I could get her to have another orgasm. I was determined to fuck her so hard and so long that she would scream for me to stop. The fact that I had cum from her blow job made me know I could hold on.

I spread her legs wide apart and grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head, pinning them there for a minute as I rammed my cock into her pussy. She was still wearing her tank top. I surprised her by suddenly letting go of her hands, grabbing the straps of her tank top and pulled it down over her tits so that her big tits popped out. I then grabbed both of her tits and squeezed them together, loving how luscious they felt. I roughly pulled her two nipples together and started licking and sucking both of them at the same time, my hands squeezing her tits. 




Lust



Her arms and hands were still over her head as I devoured her nipples, biting and twisting them with my mouth. My cock was still deep in her pussy but not moving as I sucked her tits. 

OHHHHHHHHHHNO! NO! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMING OHHHHHHHHHH BABY THIS IS SO GOOD I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN I'M FUCKING CUMMMMMMMMING OHHHHHHHHHHFUCK!" she screamed.  She then brought her hands to the top of my head forcing me to suck her harder. She was climaxing from my sucking her tits. She then lifted her ass off the bed trying to get my cock to fuck her harder. "FUCK ME FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK! OH PLEASE PLEASE!" she screamed as I continued sucking and twisting both nipples and she lifted herself, arching her body, fucking her self on my cock as I kept my cock still in her pussy and she pushed herself up and down my hard shaft, trying to suck my cock into her.  I could feel her getting hornier and hornier and when I sensed she was about to explode again, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and took my mouth off of her nipples.

"DON'T STOP!  NO! NO!OH NO DON'T STOP!" she screamed, looking up at me desperately. "FUCK ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" she yelled, and grabbed my ass trying to pull me into her.

I looked down at her, smiling into her eyes, loving how hungry and desperate she looked as she tried pulling me into her, but I was determined to tease and play with her until she couldn't stand it anymore. 

'DON'T DO THIS TO ME! JUST FUCK ME DAMN IT! FUCK ME!"

"You're a fucking slut, aren't you," I said softly, looking into her eyes, my mouth just above hers. 

"YEAH! I'M A SLUT!"she screamed. "FUCK ME. FUCK THIS SLUT! FUCK ME!" she shouted desperately. 

"Whose slut are you?" I asked, moving my mouth closer to her as I spoke, looking into her hungry eyes. 

"I'M YOUR SLUT!YOURS ALL YOURS! NOW FUCK ME I CAN'T STAND THIS YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY YOU FUCKING BASTARD. DON'T DO THIS TO ME! I NEED YOUR COCK!" 

I surprised her again by rolling on my back, pulling her on top. She straddled me and started rubbing her wet pussy along the length of my cock, moving back and forth with her slippery pussy and moaning as she slid up and down, slowly pressing her pussy lips harder against my cock and moaning, "Oh baby this feels so good. I love this. I could do this all night," she said in a low husky whisper in my ear. "mmmmmmmmmm baby you feel so good, so good, mmmmmmmmmmm" 

I loved how she was using my cock, pleasuring herself, sliding her pussy slowly up and down my rock hard cock. It was such a turn on.  

"Use my cock, baby, play with yourself, use my cock like it's your toy," I said softly, my hands on her round ass, moving her back and forth on my cock. The sensation of her juicy pussy lips sliding up and down my cock was intense and I wanted it to last a long time for both of us. 

She continued to slide her juicy pussy up and down my cock and then suddenly she pushed her self and sat straight up, her eyes closed as she swiveled her hips, grinding her pussy against my hard cock.  She then grabbed her tits and started rubbing them with both hands as she swiveled her hips on me,her eyes closed as she concentrated on her pleasure.

Watching her play with her tits and squirm and swivel on my cock as she sat up was the most erotic things I had ever seen. Her pussy felt so warm and wet on my cock and the sensation was getting me hotter and hotter.

She then lifted her self up, grabbed my hard cock, holding it firmly in her fist and started to press the tip of my cock against her clit, moaning, "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"  

'Yeah, use my cock," I said to her, loving how her clit felt as she rubbed the tip of my sensitive cock. 

'Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh baby, baby, I love this I don't want this to end," she said, her eyes closed as she rubbed the tip of my cock harder against her clit, moving it around in a small circle, using my cock like it was her pleasure toy.  

Watching her holding my cock in her hand, rubbing her clit with it, as she lifted herself off my body, her pussy dripping, her eyes closed was driving me crazy and it was all I could do not to just throw her on her back and fuck her as hard as I could. But I wanted this to last as long as possible. I wanted to fuck her so hard she wouldn't know where she was. I wanted to fuck her senseless. I wanted to give her the fuck of her lifetime. 

She was rubbing her clit harder and faster with the tip of my cock, her eyes closed and then suddenly she lifted her self higher then came down hard on my cock and screamed 'OHHHHHHHHFUCK THIS IS SO GOOD!" She then lifted her self up on her knees then came down harder, doing that again and again, harder and faster, riding my cock like she was galloping on a wild horse. 

RIDE ME! RIDE ME!" I yelled. "RIDE YOUR STUD!" I shouted, my hands on her hips as I lifted her and brought her down, my cock going deep and hard into her dripping pussy.  

"OHHHHHHHH BABY! I LOVE YOUR COCK!" she screamed as she fucked herself. 

She then slowed down and leaned forward, her tits just above my mouth as she rocked back and forth rubbing her clit and g-spot at the same time, my cock filling her pussy. She rocked back and forth faster and faster, rubbing harder and harder. 

Her tight pussy felt so good and I didn't know how much longer I would last. I had my hands gripping her round ass and suddenly I put a finger in her ass hole and felt her shudder and scream, "OHHHHHHHH GOD I CANT STAND THIS! THIS IS TOO MUCH!" 

She continued rocking back and forth as my finger went in and out of her ass hole causing her to move faster and faster like she was racing to the finish line. Her moving back and forth grew more intense as she moved faster and harder on my cock. My finger moving in and out of her tight ass hole. Suddenly I felt her body tense. She started to quiver and shudder as the huge wave of her orgasm swept over and she let out a loud wail, screaming at the ceiling, "OHHHHHHHBABY OHHHHHHHHHHHHGOD! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMING!" She kept fucking me, her cum pouring all over my cock,shrieking "OHHHHHHHHH BABY! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMING CUMMMMMMMING! OHHHHHHHHHHHHMYGOD!"she screamed, her body trembling and shaking violently as another huge wave swept over her. 

Suddenly, I grabbed her just as her orgasm was ending and quickly flipped her on her back, spreading her legs wide apart, not giving her a chance to catch her breath. I got up on my knees, and started rubbing my hard cock up and down her pussy, looking down at her. Our eyes met and she knew she was going to get fucked hard. I then pushed her legs up to her chest so that her ass and pussy was completely open to me. I was above her and the angle let me fuck down into her pussy with all my power. I was now crazed with lust and just wanted to fuck her as hard as I could.  

"OKAY BABY, YOU'RE MINE NOW. I WANT YOUR CUNT!" I shouted as I reared back and then thrust my cock into her waiting pussy.

COME ON! FUCK YOUR SLUT!" she yelled as I plowed into her with all my strength. I pulled out and rammed my cock into her again and again and again, each thrust going faster and harder and deeper. 

"TAKE MY COCK YOU COCK LOVING BITCH!" I yelled. 'GIVE ME YOUR CUNT!" 

I had never fucked anyone this hard and couldn't believe the words coming out of our filthy mouths as we fucked each other with complete wild abandon. We were both savage fucking animals—I was her cock and she was my cunt, both over flowing with raw lust. 

My cock had never been so hard and I could feel cum boiling in my balls, my cock swelling and knew I was going to cum any minute as I fucked her like a jack hammer. 

'DRILL ME WITH YOUR COCK! DRILL ME! DRILL ME!" she screamed.

I was still determined to fuck her until she begged me to stop and though I was on the verge of exploding, I wanted to keep going. I don't know where I found the self-control but I suddenly pulled out of her, hearing her gasp and scream, OH NO! NO! DON'T STOP!" 

I sat up and leaned back on my calves, my hard cock straight up. I then surprised her by pulling her up to straddle my legs, facing me and got her to impale her self on my raging cock. 

"OHHHHHHHH BABY THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT!" she screamed as she lifted her self up and came down hard on my cock, her tits bouncing, her dark curly hair flailing all over the place.  Our arms were around each other, my cock deep in her pussy as she went up and down and I rose up off my calves lifting her as we fucked each other with ferocious energy.  

I could tell both of us were on the verge of cumming again as we fucked harder and faster.

"RIDE ME! RIDE ME!" I yelled. "OHHHHHHHHH! BABY" I yelled, thrusting up ito her dripping pussy.

"OH FUCK I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN," she screamed, coming down hard on my cock and yelled at the ceiling, "OHHHHHHHHHHHFUCK OHHHHHHH GOD!"filled the room as another huge orgasm ripped through her. It took all of my strength and will power to keep from cummmmmmming. 

Suddenly, I roughly pushed her off of me. I grabbed her by the waist and quickly flipped her on her stomach, knowing she liked it rough. As I pulled her to her knees, she screamed, "NO NO I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!" 

She quickly knew what I wanted and got up on her knees. "I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!" 

"OH YEAH!" I said. "WELL, YOU'RE GOING TO GET MORE. YOU'RE GOING TO BEG ME TO STOP!"

Suddenly, I had the urge to slap her ass, wondering how she would respond. 

I slapped her hard and she winced and shouted, "OUCH!"  

I slapped her again. "TAKE THAT, YOU LITTLE SLUT!" I yelled as I slapped her again.

"OUCH! OUCH!" she screamed. She then put her head down on the bed, smothering her cries into the mattress, her round ass getting redder as I slapped her. Her legs were spread wide apart and I could see her dripping pussy open to me. I then grabbed my hard cock and started rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her pussy lips, loving the sensation on the tip of my cock.  As I moved my cock up and down her pussy, she started to respond by wiggling her ass at me, tantalizing me as the tip of my cock entered and I moved it around just inside her juicy pussy. My slapping her ass got her turned on again and her ass wiggling made me realize she really was insatiable.  

"You want more don't you," I laughed.  "You little insatiable slut!"

"Oh yeah. I want more. Do you think you can keep up with me?"

"We'll see, wont we!" I said, my hands gripping her hips. 

The way she wiggled her ass, pushing back against my hard cock was getting both of more and more desperate as we teased each other. I wanted to keep teasing her but was losing control as the movement of her ass and pussy drove me crazy. . She was pushing her ass back harder trying to force me cock into her pussy. She turned her head and looked me in the eyes and shouted at me. "FUCK ME!YOU BASTARD STOP TEASING ME! FUCK ME HARD! NOW! DO IT! DO IT!"

It was as if a dam had broken. I was so hot and horny I just had to pound her pussy, take her and use her. I felt so raunchy and lost all reason as Irammed my cock in her, holding her hips as I pounded her as hard as I could. 

OHHHHHHHH YEAH FUCK ME FUCK ME YEAH THAT'S IT HARDER HARDER FUCK ME HARDER OHHHHHHHH BABY BABY HARDER HARDER FUCK MY PUSSY! OHHHHHHHHH BABY I LOVE HOW YOU FUCK ME YEAH YEAH OHHHHHHH BABY OHHHHH YEAH OHHHHHHHH FUCK I'M CUMMMMMING!I'M CUMMMMMMING! KEEEP FUCKING ME KEEP FUCKING ME," she screamed as she moved forward and back against me, my cock deep in her dripping pussy. 

Suddenly, I surprised her again and roughly threw her on her back like she was a rag-doll, knowing I had more strength when she was on her back. I was already on the verge of exploding and rammed my hard cock deep into her pussy with a ferocious thrust. I pulled out and rammed my cock again and again screaming,"GIVE ME YOUR CUNT! GIVE ME YOUR CUNT!"  

She surprised me by putting her legs on my shoulders, lifting her self off the bed, arching her back, giving me complete access to her pussy. I pounded her back to the bed causing the springs of the bed to squeak and the head board to bang against the wall. 

Talk about rough, raunchy fucking---this was it—nothing could be wilder.  

FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" I screamed.

"GIVE ME YOUR COCK!CUM IN ME BABY! CUM IN ME!" she shouted. 

I'M CUMMMMMMMMING" I yelled as I felt my cock swell and my orgasm building. I thrust harder and faster and suddenly, my cum erupted like hot lava from a volcano and gushed into her pussy as I screamed louder than I've ever screamed, "OHHH  OHHHHHH OHHHHHHH BABY I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMMING!"

"OH FUCK I'M CUMMMMMMMMNG TOO! OH FUCK! CUM IN ME!I WANT ALL YOUR CUM!" she screamed. 

I felt her whole body tremble and shake again as we climaxed together and then we both collapsed on the bed, my cock still buried deep in her pussy. We were panting and gasping as I lay on top of her, both of us unable to budge. We both lay there on the drenched sheets, our bodies wet with each others cum.  

I then found the strength to lift my head and look at her. Our eyes met. We smiled.

"Hi Stranger," she said.    

"Hi there," I responded,

"I guess this could be called, "Two ships passing in the night," she said, grinning at me.

"I guess," I answered. 

I then rolled her on her side and got behind her as we spooned. My arms wrapped around her. I kissed her shoulder then moved her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. We were both quiet, loving the warmth of our bodies. 

"Do you believe in destiny?" she asked. "Do you think it was fate that we met like this?"

"No, it was just luck--just a coincidence that we both ended up in the same bar and same bed. It wasn't destiny. It just happened."

"Really?" she said. 

"Really," I answered. "This was nothing the universe planned. It was just a random coincidence—but I'm am glad it happened. 

"Me, too," she said, turning her head towards me. We kissed and smiled.  

"Let's get some sleep," I said.  

"Yes. Let's," she said. "See you in the morning."

"Yes, I think tomorrow is going to be a wonderful day," I said. 

We kissed and fell asleep in each others arms.



Lust



Checking into work, Lynette was looking at the schedule for the day. She enjoyed working at the tanning salon, smell of coconut and pineapple in the air. She loved helping people achieve the look they wanted. Lynette was a cute young redheaded girl, age 25. She had lovely breasts and a cute tiny waist. Something stirred in her as she read the name scheduled for 10 am, "Richard", a man who when he looked at her, made her weak in the knees and think of things she never did. He made her think of her newest book, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty. Lynette would get so wet thinking about Richard holding her over his knee and spanking her with a paddle. He was a slightly older gentleman, refined, always wore a well-fitted blue suit. When he would remove his clothing down to his briefs, Lynette would have to make sure she didn't drool, his muscles were well defined. Lynette was not an overly sexual woman but since her friend gave her the book for her birthday she began to feel new feelings, new desires and she was uncertain about how to deal with them.

Time flew as Lynette kept looking at his name. Fantasizing about being tied over a barrel and having him fuck her wet cunt. Glancing up, Lynette sees him smiling at her. Blushing she immediately greeted him. He had been in for tanning sessions 4 times in the last two weeks, always so polite and kind. Lynette always felt so frustrated when he would leave cause she hadn't asked him out. 

"Nice book hey?" asked Richard, seeing her new book about bondage she had accidently left on the table.

"Ummmm haha yeah, my friend gave it to me, its a really interesting story, not sure what to think yet." Lynette replied. 

"I always loved to read about how Beauty dreads, yet craves to be punished, have you ever wanted that?" Richard asked sincerely. Lynette went immediately red and couldn't answer him. She was craving him, wanting him. Suddenly he was next to her, whispering something in her ear. 

"Do you want me? Would you like me to play with you? Punish you? I see your looks, I feel your lust and I know you want me." Shivering Lynette listened intently, not knowing how to react. She felt an orgasm shoot through her body, and was immediately responding.

"Yes I do."

"Meet me at this address after you get off work if you wish to explore your needs." Richard said as he wrote it down on a card. Placing it in her hand, he went left, neglecting his appointment. The day dragged on, finally 5 pm rolled around. As fast as she could, Lynette closed the salon, grabbed her keys, and raced to her car. Looking at the card she easily found the address and came to a large home. A beautiful Victorian era home, rose bushes lined the front walk. Richard greeted her at the door, welcoming her in. Lynette was astonished at how calm she was, there was an air of ease. He gestured Lynette to sit on a high wing-backed leather chair. Handing her a glass of wine, he sat in a matching chair across from her. 

"You look lovely, I have always noticed and I noticed you have been reading that book the last two sessions I have had tanning. I always wondered if you were interested in that lifestyle. You have such an exquisite body. I have wanted you too." Richard said while seeming to stare into her soul. 

Lynette replied, "yes I have been interested in you for a while, every time I have looked at you I have pictured scenes from the book and I was embarrassed cause I felt like a freak, wanting these things."

Taking the wine from her hand, he guided her to a bedroom. There was a massive 4 poster bed in the center, decorated with heavy red velvet curtains tied with golden tassels. Putting his hands on her shoulders, Richard gently removed her shirt, then her skirt. Lynette stood before him in a black lace bra with matching lace thong. Modestly her head was down, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Tilting her head up with his finger he kissed her, making her weak in the knees, she had to sit. Sitting on the bed he removed her bra, exposing her breasts, the cool air causing her nipples to get hard. Gently Richard pulled Lynette over his knee, caressing her smooth ass, feeling her warm curves with his hands. He pulled Lynette's hands behind her back, she was astonished at how strong he was, holding her hands back with just one hand. Richard removed her panties, and using his hand, he felt her warm cunt, so wet. Stroking her wet pussy, teasing her clit and feeling her shiver he quite enjoyed touching her. Richard pulled his hand away, Lynette felt so exposed until suddenly she felt his hand connect with her ass. A sharp smack to her smooth skin. Lynette cried out in shock and humiliation, when she felt another smack, and another. They were getting stronger and stronger, Lynette felt such pain and pleasure. As she cried out, Richard stopped spanking her. 

"Did you enjoy your spanking my dear?" Richard asked gently.

Shaking, Lynette replied, " Yes I did." As she responded, Richard kissed her full on her pouting lips, caressing her back and holding her naked body to him. He laid her down on the bed, and removed his clothing. As soon as Lynette saw his cock was full and hard, she had to have a taste. Before Richard could do anything Lynette was on her knees, sucking his cock. Lynette used her tongue to stroke the shaft and tease the tip. Mouthing his whole cock in her mouth, Lynette heard him moan, she sucked him hard. Pulling away from her, Richard pushed her down, climbed on top of her. Entering her tight cunt, Lynette cried out! He was so big! Forcing her hands above her head, Richard played with her breasts and nibbled on her hard nipples. Lynette gasped as he began to ride her cunt hard. Forcing himself into her body as much as he could. Their bodies writhing in pleasure, sweaty and breathing heavy. Arching her back, she cried out in ecstasy as an orgasm ravaged her body. He pulled his cock out of her, and came all over her breasts. 

Laying there, covered in cum, Lynette was shaking, that was the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. She reached down and felt her ass, still red and sore. The spanking had been the most erotic thing she had endured in her life. Using the towel that Richard gave to her, she wiped his cum off of her. 

"That was amazing! I have never in my life experienced such pleasure. I cannot believe it!" Lynette exclaimed. While dressing, she wondered if this would happen again. 

"Would you want to do this type of session again? Would you want to be my slave?" Richard asked her.

"Oh yes! I would love it! I want you to teach me!" She responded excited. 

"Splendid, you will be here every second day, beginning tomorrow, you will be my slave and I will be your Master. You will address me as such and I will take you to new heights of pleasure you have never endured." said Richard as he walked Lynette to the door. Kissing him, Lynette left. She couldn't help but have a surge of pleasure at the phrase going through her mind, "My Master." 

The End



Lust



She waits for his return. 

Her heart beats faster, because she knows he will soon be with her. 

She knows he's just as anxious as she is.

Their bond and love are strong. 

She knows he's just a step away from her now, she smiles and turns knowing exactly the direction he's coming from. 

Her skin cold until he touches her. He leans down and kisses her with such passion and hunger that she melts against him and leaves her breathless after they part.

She grabs his hand and takes him inside. She takes him to her bedroom where she kisses him passionately. She breaks off the kiss to remove her shirt and rips his off of him. 

She pulls him to her and kisses him again feeling his skin against hers. She grabs his shoulders, digging her nails into him.

She moves backwards towards the bed, pulling him with her. She turns them around so hes right at the bed. She pushes him onto the bed and waits for him to scoot up. She crawls onto the bed. kisses him from his belt line to his stomach to his chest to his neck to his cheek and then to his mouth. She nibbles his lower lip, running her tongue acrossed it.

She moves from his mouth to his ear, sucking gently then moves to his other ear sucking gently. She moves down to his neck-licking, kissing and nipping. She moves down to his nipples, licking one and then the other. Moving downward licking as she goes. 

She scoots off the bed, taking off her pants and waits for him to take his off. She gets back on the bed, rubbing him as she moves up him. She straddles him to keep him down, but allows him to touch her. She looks into his eyes, his beautiful eyes.

She wiggles against him and smiles. She moves off of him and onto her back. He gets in between her legs and he starts from her neck down to her thighs. Kissing and licking slowly, driving her insane with need. She can tell she's getting wetter with his stroke of his tongue. He flicks his tongue on her clit slowly at first than faster and faster and then he thrusts his tongue deep inside her. She moans and arches her back, grabbing his hair and pushing him into her.

She moves against his tongue as he fucks her. She lifts her hips, still pushing him into her. She growls deep in her throat she grabs his arms and pulls him up. She moves her hand between them, grabbing his dick, lifting her hips she moans as she slides him inside her. 

She looks up into his eyes, smiling wickedly. She puts her hands on his sides, she moves against him, but digs her nails into his skin to keep him still. She lifts and lowers her hips fast, faster. She finally retracts her nails from his skin to let him move against her. She moans and groans as he pushes deeper inside her all the way and pulls out all the way.

She enjoys his body. Finally, at last they are where they should be. Together, as one. Though, the wait was worth it. She moans his name over and over again as he moves in and out of her. She scratches his back hard as she arches her back.

She matches his pace, her eyes closed as they move hard and fast. She reaches in between them and plays with her clit then slides hand down further to touch him as he moves in and out, in and out. She pulls her hand out and reaches for her toy, her favorite toy, her clit stimulator. She once again moves between them so she can place it on her clit, she turns it on full speed. She smiles, moans, and moves faster. 

She grabs his ass, pushing him deep inside her, and holds him still..letting the vibrations do their job. She retracts her claws, she rolls him onto his back with skill so they won't break apart. She places her hands on the side of the bed to support her as she scoots down on his hips, forcing him deeper. She sits up, placing her hands on his stomach and rides him with the vibrations still going. She's moaning louder and more frequently now. Calling his name after every other moan. 

She rides him fast, faster, hard, harder, harder, harder then she switches to hard and slow..harder, harder, slow, slower. Back to fast and hard and repeats this for awhile. She leans down to suck on his ear, then bites his neck, moving back to his ear she moans and purrs in it. She then tells him he feels so good inside her, wanting more and more. She never wants this to end.

She sits back up, riding him as hard and fast as she can...the vibrations are driving her insane as much as him inside her is. She can barely keep control, but somehow she manages it..for now. She's so wet, so hot, and so, so sensitive that it almost hurts. 

She tells him she wants him to cum with her....she's so close now. She's moaning and growling deep in her throat. He holds onto her hips, forcing her down as he fucks her. She rotates her hips once, twice, three times as he pumps her. She can't hold it any longer and cums hard and fast as he fills her.

She waits until she knows he's done then she moves off of him to lay beside him. She's breathing hard, fast, and deep. He's breathing hard and fast.

She smiles knowing he has found his way home to her. She closes her eyes and relaxes.... until the next round.. 



Lust



Es war düster und heiss in dem Raum. Abgesichert und schalldicht. Keiner konnte sehen oder hören was da passierte.

Sie saß da, auf einem alten Bett an den Händen mit Ketten fixiert und trug nur ein Seidenhemdchen das über der Brust eingerissen war. Die langen Haare hingen ihr wirr ins verschwitzte Gesicht.

In einem Dämmerzustand wartete sie auf IHN. Sie gehörte ihm mit Haut und Haaren, sie lebte rein für ihn und seine immer brutaler werdende Lust.

Früher hätte sie im Traum nicht daran gedacht sich einmal so behandeln zu lassen. Bis er in ihr Leben trat. Anfangs war er sehr liebevoll und zärtlich, fast zu zärtlich. Doch jeden neuen Tag wurde sein Verhalten strenger und vermischte sich mit Gewalt. Und erstaunlicher Weise fand sie gefallen daran.

Er machte sie sexuell von sich abhängig, sie gierte nach seinen Streicheleinheiten zwischen der süßen Qual die er ihr bereitete. Irgendwann hatte er sie soweit, das sie in diesem Zimmer lebte nur auf ihn wartend.

Er fütterte sie, er wusch sie, er brachte sie zur Toilette, nichts, rein gar nichts konnte sie alleine tun. Und war er nicht da, saß sie in genau diesem Zustand auf dem Bett oder schlief.

...

Die Tür ging auf, und er betrat den Raum. Groß, schlank mit unglaublich schönen Augen. Er ging auf sie zu und schlug ihr ins Gesicht. Sie schrie leise auf, und schmeckte das Blut in ihrem Mund. Seine Hände fuhren über ihren Körper, zwei Finger drangen hart in sie ein, die andere Hand packte sie an den Haaren so das sie ihm ins Gesicht sehen musste. Sie senkte den Blick und stöhnte unter den harten Berührungen. Aber er befahl ihr still zu sein, oder er würde sofort aufhören.

Sie gierte regelrecht nach seinen Berührungen, also blieb sie still und biss sich auf die Lippen um die Laute der Lust zu unterdrücken, hauptsache er hörte nicht auf. Seine Finger wurden zärtlich, und unendlich langsam bewegte er sie in ihr. Schaute ihr in die Augen und sah das sie mehr wollte, heftiger. Er quälte sie mit langsam kaum spürbaren Bewegungen. Bis sie zu betteln anfing, es ihr richtig zu besorgen.

Seine Augen verdunkelten sich, und sie wusste das sie zu weit gegangen ist. Wieder schlug er ihr ins Gesicht. Sie mochte keine Schläge, aber es reizte sie trotzdem, wissend wie unendlich schön es werden konnte wenn sie nur tat was er wollte. Seine Lust und Leidenschaft kühlten ihre Wunden, und erhitzte gleichzeitig ihren Körper. Sie saß still da. Weder er, noch sie bewegten sich. Sie versuchte ruhig zu werden, was ihr in ihrer Lust kaum gelang. Wusste aber wenn sie es nicht tat, er aufhören würde. Genau das war für sie unerträglich.

Nach einer endlos langer Zeit zog er sie an sich und küsste sie. Biss ihr in die Lippen, saugte an ihrer Zunge, während seine Finger wieder in sie eindrangen. Erst langsam, dann immer schneller und härter. Sie verging fast vor Lust und spürte das sie gleich einen gewaltigen Orgasmus bekommen würde. Sie schrie laut auf, mit zuckendem Körper ritt sie seine Hand und rieb sich immer heftiger daran bis sie explodierte.

Er packte sie wieder an den Haaren während er sie weiter fingerte, und schob ihr seinen Penis tief in den Mund um ihren Hunger zu stillen. Sie saugte gierig wie ein Tier an ihm. Umspielte ihn mit der Zunge, nahm ihn heftig atmend tief in sich auf. Sein Saft ergoss sich warm und süß in ihre Kehle. Sie machte weiter bis er wieder prall in ihrem Mund zu zucken begann.

Er zog sie von sich weg, drehte sie um, lockerte die Ketten damit sie sich besser abstützen konnte, und nahm sie von hinten. Erst langsam, sie dabei streichelnd, dann hielt er inne, um dann mit voller Wucht in sie einzudringen. Sie schrie, als er ihr den Rücken blutig kratzte und immer wieder kräftig auf ihren Hintern schlug. Immer wieder stiess er heftig zu, bis zur Erschöpfung. Lies sie unzählige Male explodieren, bevor er selber kam. Beide schrien ihre Lust heraus, es konnte sie keiner hören.

Er löste ihre Fesseln legte sich neben sie, streichelte ihr aufgewühltes Gesicht und dann schliefen sie erschöpft ein.

Ein zärtlicher Kuss weckte sie auf, langsam öffnete sie die Augen, sah in Augen die so anderst waren als die in der Nacht, verwirrt sah sie sich um. Dann kam sie ihr wie ein Blitz... die Erkenntnis!

Es war nur ein Traum!

copyrights by Amazone 



Lust - A Submissive's View



lust n 1: a strong sexual desire

2: self-indulgent sexual desire (personified as one of the deadly sins)

She walked in the room with dark intentions. She knew what I wanted, what I was hungry for and she was there for one reason and one reason only. To feed that hunger. I have a dark streak in me and once in awhile it needs to escape. All of us have our dark sides, some of us hide or cage it. Others, like me, are like prey for panthers on the prowl. I am used to being hunted as one that strays a little too far from safety just a little too often. I had strayed a long time ago. Now I was as corrupted as She was.

I let that darkness absorb me and flow. She let it shine in Her eyes to show me, that She too was as hungry as I was. Then, once we were in the room She started to feed. Her hands caressed my skin softly. Giving kisses that would cause my skin to faintly burn. She didn't speak, for there was no need. She wanted to make me beg. To voice to her for what I so desired. She wanted my lust to drive me, overwhelm me. She could feel how wet I had become. She wanted me and She knew how to work my body well. She had done it so many times.

At first She only gave me small tastes of what I longed for. She wanted to tease to show me She had what I wanted. She was on the hunt. Her tongue stroked along my neck leaving little bites here and there. Her fingers pinched my nipples yet not too hard, not so quickly. She wanted me to beg. She wanted me to plead. She wanted my body to belong to Her. For a moment in time it would, because She knew exactly what to do to own it. For that brief period in time, She was my Mistress.

Finally when She had me where She wanted me and She knew I was hers. Her prey. To do as She pleased. The word no would be forgotten. An instant kill all were it to be spoken in to the silence of the room. A room that would hear nothing but my whimpers and moans. All my thoughts would be on feeding that darkness. Feeding that need for the pain that blocked out everything else. That's when She knew my body was Hers.

Her nails clawed across my back making my body arch against Hers as her mouth drew on my nipple. I moaned silently and pulled Her close to me feeding Her own needs. With Her other hand She teased my clit feeling how wet I was for Her. Knowing that I would be would be. Her nails continued to hold me in place keeping my body arched up against her while She bit, sucked, kissed, licked, and anything else that She so desired. My body was Hers. I didn't want to escape now. My body wouldn't have allowed it. She slid between my thighs and spread my legs so I could show Her all that was Hers. She glorified Herself in it. Fed Her senses with it. My sense of smell, touch, sight, hearing, and taste were all heightened. Her eyes soaked in my beauty.

My thighs felt the sting of her hand across them. The welts raising as each slap rained down. My breathing ragged, my whispering whimpers, my moans. I could smell my own scent reaching up to me. I know it made Her mouth water. She loved to taste me. She had to taste me.

Not yet though, I wasn't down deep enough. She wanted me to know that my body was Hers. That I had no choice in the matter any longer. She laid down beside me and pulled me on top of Her. She slid one hand between my thighs and with the other She grabbed a handful of my hair. She pulled my head back and kissed me hard and deep while Her fingers pinched and pulled on my sensitive clit. Then She whispered to me,

"What is it you want?"

I felt my breath catch in my throat as She pinched my clit harder when I didn't reply fast enough for Her Pleasure. She wanted to hear it. She knew she would. Once the hunger hit me I would do anything to feed it. Anything at all. I stopped caring about the rest of the world. Anything to feed the lust crawling to get out of me. It was like a living thing waiting to escape.

"You, Mistress" it was barely a whisper. Almost a breath. Everything in my being now belonged to Her. My whole existence at that moment was for Her pleasure and to give Her what She asked so I could receive what I desired. I knew what Her next question would be. She pushed me further along into the darkness as she marked my neck. I shivered violently with the wanting, thrusting myself against Her hand.

"What is it you need, my sweet?"

Her voice now changed, it was huskier in Her own lust, for the power I was going to feed back to Her. This was Her hunger. The power. The knowledge of catching Her prey and knowing how to make them willingly give themselves to Her. Her undoing was in the actual submission of the one She longed to possess.

My voice had changed as well. My need weakened any defenses I might have had. It shook extremely when I whispered my reply,

"I need to cum, Mistress"

Her smile curved into that of a cat who had cornered its mouse. She could have anything She desired from me at this point. I would beg. I would do anything she asked. The limits were completely gone. Anything she commanded. I would deny Her nothing at this point.

"You know what you need to do, lil one. Don't you?" She whispered back as I thrusted faster against Her. I knew She would stop everything if I denied Her. She would become but a mere memory to me if I so much as whispered any form of denial. There would be no forgiveness. She was not one to grant such a favor.

"Please..." was my only reply. It wasn't enough for Her. I had to surrender wholly or be denied. She pulled back her fingers so that I could only feel the tips of them lightly flicking against me. I moaned even louder and again I whispered my plead.

"Please, Mistress..."

Yet, still She didn't offer me any leniency.

"Please what?" was Her heartless answer. I would not get my way unless I earned my pleasure. I knew that from experience. I knew the dark hunger was upon me. Again I hesitated for a moment, but it was a moment too long for her. She put pressure against my clit to remind me what it was I hungered for. My walls came crashing down and I fell fully against her.

"Please, Mistress... please... let Your girl cum..."

Those were the exact words She wanted to hear. That I belonged to Her. That She was my world, my existence. So that in that single moment, were the world to come crashing down upon us, I would not notice because nothing else mattered.

"Mmmmmm, then cum for Me. Cum for your Mistress. I want to hear it!" She commanded me. I would do all that She bid me now. For the darkness had enveloped us as we drowned in it. My nails dug into her flesh as I cried out, I could feel the trickle of blood as they pierced Her skin. My teeth left their mark on her shoulder as she commanded me to continue never letting up for a second as the passion coursed through me.

It was only the beginning of my suffering. Only the start of my pleadings. I enjoyed being captured and She had been without prey for a long time. I needed it as much as She did.

After wards I slipped into the silent slumber of the sexually exhausted. I knew I would call on Her again. I also knew that I needed to rest. To heal from the wounds that had been inflicted upon me while I was lost in the darkness. The hand prints still bright red on my ass and inner thighs. The bruises by morning that would show dark and ugly compared to my pale white skin. The crecent shaped marks upon my neck, and breasts. Yet I felt more free than I had in months.

I was free, free to flow back into the world of light. Bruised and beaten with a dark smile on my face. Letting those around me stay unaware and ignorant of the things that thrill me. The pain that feeds my hunger.

Keeping the Malevolence hidden away safely locked up until I find another that can relish that hunger inside of me. One who has the ability to unlock the chamber door and draw forth those dark feelings. The ones that command me without my will. I am misunderstood to those who don't understand. Those who play at false games of Domination and submission. Those who are uncorrupted and will bask in that world of light.

I slept on in my delicious slumber. I was able to keep wicked memories for to dream about until I could find that darkness again. Until the moment arrives that I need the darkness to remind me I'm alive and that being dark isn't always a bad thing.

Don't judge me for who I am or what I like. I'll keep my sneers of indifference at the games you play in the bedroom to myself. I will tuck that dark beast back into its cage, hide the darkness from my eyes and simply turn my face to the sun. Allow others to view me as life should be viewed. From the eyes of one who has been turned. Keep your light! Keep your beatific pleasures of soft serve vanilla ice cream and daydreams turned into rainbows and butterflies. Keep your weakness, never exposing it to another. I walk in the darkness of the shadows for my pleasures.

Welcome To My World 



Lust After Work



After a long hard day at work, and heading home in heavy traffic, you feel exhausted and ready to end the night with a glass of wine and a good book. 

Pulling into the driveway and heading up the stairs, you get the feeling that something is not right.

"Where's my husband's car?" you question to yourself.

As you open the door, you hear someone inside, in the kitchen. Heading that direction, you smell the gentle scent of cookies baking in the over.

"My husband would not make cookies, he doesn't know how."

As you round the corner into the kitchen, you are taken back at the site of a beautiful, long legged woman dressed as a maid, her short skirt barely covering her her black bikini brief panties. She is scrubbing the floors on her hands and knees. Her hair is blonde with a hint of strawberry red, skin darkened by the summer sun. You start to feel yourself lusting after this beauty, but stop yourself mid thought.

"Excuse me," you say with a stern tone. 

She stops. Then slowly turns, around and as soon as she spots you, she smiles a devilish smile. 

"Wi?" she says.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

"Oh madam, I clean for you." The maid replies. 

"Why?" You continue.

"Monsieur, hire me." She proclaims.

Confused you excuse yourself from the kitchen and search for your husband in the house. He is nowhere to be found, so you decide to call him and get to the bottom of why a strange woman is alone in the house. Alone in your bedroom, you call your husband and it rings and rings. No answer and goes to voicemail. 

"Call me back and tell me why this woman is in my house alone!" You exclaim to his voicemail. 

As you put the phone on your dresser and let out a soft sigh, you turn around hearing someone in the doorway. Standing there is the intruder to your home. 

You gaze at her outfit that is barely covering her body. Her strawberry blonde hair gently resting over her shoulder full of life and gentle curls. The outfit a typical black mini dress with a white apron is exposing the curvature of her bosom. You see the hint of a lacy bra peeking out from where the dress does not reach. Her skirt is barely covering her black bikini briefs and exposing her tan feminine thighs. She is wearing black socks that come up to her knees.

She speaks, "Madam, is everything alright?" her French accent now subtle with genuine concern.

"I don't know why you are here and I really don't understand what you are doing for my husband." You say in reply.

"Madam, I'm here to help anyway I can." She states, as she starts walking your direction, crossing her legs every step she takes in a seductive manner. 

Your eyes widening, heart starting to beat harder, you take a slight step back. "Is she crazy?" Thinking to yourself. "What is she planning on doing?"

As she approaches you, she is staring at your button down blouse. Gently she pulls down exposing your bra to her eyes. 

"Madam, you are very well endowed." She claims.

Tilting her head up to your eyes and staring directly into them, she pauses. Her scent is intoxicating and fills your lungs with pure lust.

"What is she doing? She knows I'm married and I will not tolerate this. However, I can not seem to pull myself away from her. Am I attracted to her? I've never felt this way before about a woman."

You motion her back stretching out your arms as you step backwards from her. 

"No. This is not going to happen." You say in a strict tone.

The French maid steps back in confusion. "Madam, please let me help you," and she starts to unbutton the front of her outfit. Slowly taking each button through the hole and exposing her lacy black bra. 

Her breasts only exposed from the top of the low cut bra, as you stare in amusement of how perfectly round they are. You start feeling a slight tingle in your lady parts. 

"STOP!" You proclaim. "You need to get out of my house now!" 

Seeing that you are upset the maid quickly buttons up her dress and excuses herself out of the room and house. 

Moments later, you hear the door open and your husband calls to you. 

"I'm in the bedroom." You call out

"Where is Adalyn?" He questions.

"She is gone! I don't know what you were thinking bringing her in here without my knowledge."

"She was supposed to help clean around the house that's all."

"Next time, ask me first about who comes in our home and exposes her body to me."

"Expose her body?"

"Yes, it was beautiful and made me think that just maybe you hired her for her looks."

You begin to undress. Remember the maids scent as she stood close to you, looking down at your breasts and complimenting them. You try everything you can to get her out of your mind but she has become a resident in your thoughts.

"Well, she was kind of pretty I guess." You wrangle to get the words out. Your thoughts still focused on her beautiful breasts.

The tingling feeling from the love below is returning and slowly as you unbutton your blouse, you imagine it's her. She who now has a name; that name is Adalyn. Her name is ringing throughout your body with every button that you undo. You replay in your mind how sensually she undid every button and how slowly her breasts appeared, concealed behind the lace. 

"Are you ok?" Your husband asks.

"Huh?!" You stop, forgetting that he's standing right there watching you. 

"You seem kind of distracted."

"Oh; it's nothing. I was just thinking."

"Of Adalyn weren't you." He smirks

"No, of course not love. I was thinking about work and how tired I am from all the interviews today."

Not buying the story, your husband decides not to press any further and drops the topic. He leaves the room and heads to the kitchen where the smell of cookies has faded and now the smell of something burning is emanating from the oven. 

"Well, looks like the cookies are done for." Stated the husband, throwing the burnt morsels away in the trash. "What do you want for dinner?" he shouted

His back is to you as you stand in the entrance to the kitchen. 

"I want you baby. I want you deep inside me; filling me up with cum."

He turns around and his jaw drops in awe at the site that he sees not 5 feet from him. You can tell he's staring at you in a lust filled way. Your brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, reaching down to the middle of your back. Your silk robe is draping over your shoulders and down to the middle of your thighs. You are wearing a, Vitoria Secret, pink bra that is covering your c-cup breast leaving much to his imagination. As he continues down from your breasts, he sees that you are wearing a matching pink thong and platform shoes to finish the ensemble.

You notice the bulge in his pants getting bigger and seductively head over to him.

"Hmm, looks like something is wanting to come out and play?" Softly speaking as you reach the the gem in pants. 

Lost for words, your husband can only mumble not making any sense. You lead him out of the kitchen and to the bedroom. Turning to him, you grab his hips and pull him into you. Slowly you start to kiss him on the neck taunting him as you get closer to his lips but neglecting to kiss him on the lips. After taking his shirt off, you continue the endeavor of leaving a trail of lipstick and passion as you kiss his chest from nipple to masculine nipple. 

Suddenly you stop. You giggle a little bit as you rise to meet his gaze. 

"Wait right here." And you disappear into the bathroom.

Turning on the facet, he can hear the sounds of you filling up the oversized bathtub. Several minutes later you call to him. 

"Come here, I have something I want to show you."

Obediently, he enters the washroom and stands in the doorway. 

"Yes?" He asks.

"Closer." You command.

He approaches you, arms stretched out to grasp your hips and take charge of what is to happen next. You stretch out your arm anticipating what he was going to do next.

"Uh, uhh. I'm in charge you see." Halting him mid pace. 

Slowly you begin to slide your silky robe off your body. Your turn in place, back facing him and looking over your shoulder with seducing eyes of passion, reaching up and unhook your bra. Letting it fall to the floor. Still wearing the pink thong, you cover your perky breasts as you slowly climb into the bathtub. 

With eyes of lust, your husband stands erect and ready to play at a moment's notice. Now facing you, he kneels down by the bathtub as you expose yourself to him. 

"You want to get in and join me?"

Without hesitation, your husband jumps up and starts taking off his pants and boxes, flashing the head of his strong member to you.

"Nope!" You say. "Leave the boxers on and cover that massive cock of yours. No playing peek-a-boo just yet."

Compliantly, he pulls his pants off and boxers back up. Waiting for his next command, he stands. 

"Not just yet." You speak. "Come a little closer."

Your husband takes a step towards the bathtub as you lean over the side. His cock is right in your face, ready for anything that you will give him. 

Taking your hand out of the tub, you reach for those nine long inches of his pleasure tool, grasping a strong hold of his cock through is boxers. You start making a jerking motion up and down. Slowly, while he watches, he is holding back any facial expressions. You notice a little wet spot appearing where the head of his cock is resting behind the boxers. You stop the jerking motion.

"Oh, would you like me to clean that up?"

He replies, "I'd like to deposit it in you instead."

With a little giggle, you motion him to get into the bathtub with you. As he enters in the bathtub, you block him from sliding all the way into the tub and sit him on the end of it instead. Your hand on his chest is now descending to his waistline. 

With a sigh of amusement, you grab his cock from inside of his boxers and pull his hard erection out of its hiding place. Slowly, you lean in, mouth watering with excitement for what you are about to do next. Stroking his erection ever so slightly, your mouth covers his cocks head and you can taste the sperm that is trying to escape. You let out little moans, telling him that you are enjoying his taste. 

He reaches with his hand and grabs a handful of brunette hair, pulling it back ever so slightly. Opening your mouth, you like out a waft of air in pure pleasure. Continuing the sensual suckling of his cock, you begin to jerk him as you rise and fall on his erection. Wanting to taste more of his precum, you grab his cock harder. Forcing him to generate more and more small doses of sweet succulent cum in your mouth, using your tongue to lick up what is coming out. 

He continually lets out sighs of pleasure and moans of compliance. Letting you know that he is fully aware of your ability to make him cum, or make him suffer. Every now and then, he gives a little tug on your hair making you moan with pleasure. Knowing that he's about to burst, he pulls your head off of his cock, and slides into the bathtub with you. 

The water is becoming tepid to the skin. Your body noticing no difference in the water, you turn facing away, and he slides in behind you. His muscular arms now wrapping you in their playful grasp, he cups your full breasts and toys with your erect nipples. Slowly circling your nipples with his finger, you lean back and grab a hold of the back of his neck. 

Gently you moan, pushing off the front of the tub, you press hard and deep into his body. His erection still massively hard and is pressing into the small of your back. His hands still pleasuring your nipples, you slide your free hand down your side and underneath your wet panties. Slowly you start a circular motion with your finger around your clit. Your husband takes his left hand off your breast and slides it down to rest on top of your hand. 

Sensually moaning, he takes your hand from your clit and moves it to your pussy hole. Forcing you to finger yourself with one finger first. As you try to add more fingers to your moist pussy, he pulls the extra fingers out, allowing you to use only one finger at a time. 

Noticing that he is going soft and the water cooling, now bringing a chill to your body, together you climb out. He grabs a towel for you and starts to dry you off, as you face away from him. He dries your shoulders and lowers the towel to your chest as he starts to kiss your neck. Tingling from your vagina comes in waves, every kiss that he places on your body. He continues to kiss your back as he continues drying off your lower body. 

After reaching your pink soaked thing, he gently reaches his hand inside of the panty line and slowly lowers it down. Continuing his everlasting kisses, from your back to your ass, playfully biting as he goes lower and lower on your body. 

You step out of your thong and he guides your body with his powerful yet gentle grasp to bend over. Him now on his knees and you bent at the waste, he starts toying with your moisten pussy. However, he does not go straight for your clit or your vaginal opening. No, he starts with your pussy lips, licking them clean from the juices flowing out of your twat. Ever so slowly, he takes his tongue, widen as it can be, and starts from right by your clit all the way to your opening. Goosebumps emerge from your skin as the tantalizing feel rushes through your body. Holding back the urge to grab him and throw him to the ground and fucking him crazy right there, you let out a very joyful moan of sensation. Slowly as he peaks on one lip, he starts the everlasting journey of fulfilling your enjoyment by licking the other lip. 

Juices continue to come out of your vaginal opening as you let out breath after breath.

"I knew this is why I married him. Beyond that we have a great relationship; he is an amazing sex partner in crime." You think to yourself.

Your body aches with anticipation if he is ever going to just fuck you. Slamming, his 9-inches of pleasure right inside of your wasting no time nor stamina to ram you deep over and over again. 

You fight the urge to take him and dominate his body. Waiting to see what he has in store next. 

End of Chapter 1



Lust And A Married Woman



Do Not Read if you are against wife seductions, wife sharing or forced sex fantasies. This story is not for you.




Kara was brought up in a church going environment where she was taught that her body should be saved for the man she was to wed. When most girls her age were off exploring their sexuality by giving up their virginity, she was saving herself for the man of her dreams. She did give in to a few exploring hands and roaming fingers on occasion but kept her maidenhood intact. 

Most of those same girls who were considered sluts in school ended up settling down to be good little wives and mothers. More than a few grew in size and shrank in attractiveness.

Kara on the other hand was a very young looking girl who got more beautiful as she aged. She became more alluring but managed to maintain her look of youthful innocence. As her beauty grew so did her sexual hunger. We married and she began her life as a young faithful housewife wanting nothing to do with any other man. Little did she know that her inner slut was screaming to be let out.

At only 22 years of age my naive, innocent looking wife of 3 years did something so completely distant from her moral values. Through fantasy and roleplaying I convinced her to give up the one thing that is most cherished and guarded. The one thing that I, her husband had been the sole benefactor. She allowed another man the pleasure of sliding between her legs and into her married pussy for a night of unbridled lust. The look of my wife's face as her eyes rolled into her head as another man penetrated her for the first time is a sight that cannot soon be forgotten. 

Since then, I have shared her with several others, allowing them the pleasure in satisfying their own sexual hunger by using my wife's body as their sex toy. I had friends who were more than willing to take advantage of her growing sexual needs. I sold her sex to a stranger as if she were a whore, telling him to use her body however he desired. In the end though, her body was the one being pleasured through multiple orgasms gushing from her tight little pussy.

It never took very long for a guy to get into her panties. In fact, no man ever took more than 30 minutes to slide their hard throbbing cocks through her dripping wet folds of her outer lips and deep into her pulsating pussy. She was always reluctant to start, but her lust would not be denied.

One time I convinced Kara to go on a blind date with a man from the internet. Several orgasms had been rubbed out between the two before she finally agreed to meet. Kara has a submissive side and gets extremely turned on when a man dominates her sexually. She never figured she would ever actually meet any of her cyber lovers, until one day.

Jordan was her first prospective lover without me present. Kara was against the meeting but I wished my wife to be with a man who would treat her like a common whore, or a princess. The point being, they would have a choice, without her husband hovering around them. I wanted the lust they felt to be real. Not a smart move I realize, but at the time, our hormones were doing the talking. 

After a few hours Kara came home and said he never showed. She said she went shopping for a few hours instead. I later found out the truth. Jordan did show and she was so ashamed of herself and humiliated about how she acted with him that she did not want me to know. 

Here is what happened.

Kara had planned to leave early but while she was walking away her date approached. After talking for a little while her nerves calmed down and she decided to go through with the movie as planned. She would just thank him after the movie and go on her way. Even though it was a public location with lots of people, her plan did not go as expected.

Kara did not want to give easy access to her body so she dressed in tight jeans to stop any roaming hands or probing fingers along with a button up blouse to hide as much skin as possible. Her clothing only highlighted how perfect her ass was and made Jordan more motivated to get a piece of it. 

Kara could not help being turned on and nervous when walking into the theater. After all, she was there to meet another possible lover at her husbands request. A man who she knew had every intention on having his way with her body. 

Kara was determined not to let him take control. He was not going to use her body as she had been used many times before. I knew that when thrown into sexual situations, she always seemed to loose her clothing rather quickly, finding herself naked, on her back, legs splayed, being thrust into roughly and continuously giving into multiple orgasms by an overly excited lover. Jordan was a good looking man about the same age as her and had the same urge as the other men. They all wanted a piece of Kara and to take advantage of her sensuality and naive sexual nature. 

If I had made the choice for us three to meet together, even at a hotel, there would have been no problem. Kara would have gradually agreed to her own debauchery after only a few words of encouragement by me and her potential sex partner. I would have simply been able to tell her to "go satisfy your new lover." She would have been unsure, but would have slowly dropped to her knees and began her lustful journey. Her stud would have had his cock being pulled into her hungry mouth and down her throat within only minutes of their rendezvous. 

On the internet, Kara had told most of her dirty little secrets. How she loved to be taken and forced into sexual situations, knowledge Jordan planned on using to his advantage.

Jordan took Kara to sit in the back of the theater. They were watching the movie when he put his arm around her shoulder, just hovering above her chest. She felt very uneasy when he finally dropped his hand lower to the underside of her breast and started running his fingers just below her curved orb sending shivers down her spine. She tried to relax but her emotions were all over the spectrum. Fear, excitement, inhibitions, and finally lust. She was fighting her urges when Jordan cupped her full on her breast. Kara closed her eyes and allowed him to slowly massage her tit making her nipple jump to erection. Her breathing quickened until his other hand reached over to fondle her other breast. Kara, feeling overwhelmed after only a few minutes of his fondling and with as much courage as she could muster pushed both his hands away telling him. "I can't."

After being a gentleman for as long as he could, and figuring her morality was being brought to the surface, he pushed his assertiveness. After all, he was there for one reason only. To take advantage of this married slut, and no moral complication was going to stand in his way of another notch on his bed post. 

He pulled her close whispering into her ear and asked. "why are you here?"

"My husband wanted me to meet you." But he persisted.

"Tell me why you are here."

"My husband."

"What about him?"

"He wants me here."

"Why?" Kara didn't say anything so he grabbed her around the throat getting a surge between her legs. "Why?"

"To fuck," she told him finally. 

"You are my slut Kara, you told me yourself, remember? tell me more. Why are we here together?"

"My husband wants me to get fucked... by you." Her head was down and she was shaking when he turned her face to him and kissed my wife full on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her closed lips. His hands moved quickly to her beautiful breasts and squeezed them roughly. He could feel her nipples harden and she could feel the heat from his hand. Kara couldn't help but to kiss him back but felt used and dirty.

Jordan told her to unbutton her shirt. Kara just looked at him and shook her head no until he again held her by the throat. She told me she teared up because she could not help herself. She reached for her buttons and opened the top 3 so he could have access to the smooth flesh of her breasts.

"I am going to suck on your tits slut, if you make any sounds, you will embarrass yourself by drawing attention to you." Kara closed her eyes and let him pull her creamy white breast out of her bra. Only 2 rows in front of her sat a couple on a date so she tried her best to keep quiet. He quickly put his mouth over the sensitive orb and sucked her nipple hard making her body surge with desire that she resented. She swallowed her moan of lust as her clit was throbbing against the seam of her tight jeans. She was getting angry with herself for letting this get out of hand. Mostly she was mad at me, for not being there to protect her from this stranger that seemed determined to have his way with her.

Jordan let his hands roam over her body and forced her legs apart, placing his full palm over her wet pussy. He pressed into her hard, pushing the middle seam of her jeans into her clitoris harder than it already was, making her even more aroused against her wishes.

He took her hand and forced it to his cock making her feel his hardness. "Feel it slut, you've been fucked by it, but only over the internet. Time to get the real thing." Kara could not help herself, she squeezed it through his pants feeling him surge from the feel of her small hands on his hardening cock. He knew his shaft would be sliding through Kara's pussy lips into her wet opening soon enough. He planned on flooding her cervix with his seed. 

He reached back and unzipped himself while licking her nipple. Jordan took his cock out and made her fist it for him, stroking it up and down so she could feel his shaft filling with blood, getting harder for the inevitable penetration of this new conquest. 

He grabbed Kara by the hair and forced her head into his lap. She felt his cock stab her in the cheek, searching for an opening to penetrate. It was wet from his pre-cum and Kara felt disgust with herself as she turned and licked the smooth fluid off his hard cock head. He then pushed her head down harder, forcing his shaft into her mouth and down her throat, making her gag just a little. 

"Suck on it, or I will force you to gag more slut." Kara felt intoxicated with his words as she allowed her mouth to open and take the stranger's hard cock to the back of her throat, almost bringing him to orgasm several times before he would make her stop.

After several minutes, he could not hold himself back any longer and pulled her mouth off him one last time to tell her, "you had better take it all slut," he then shoved her mouth over his throbbing member, pushing his hips upwards thrusting his cock between Kara's lips and over her tongue.

After she sucked him for only a few more seconds, cum erupted from Jordan's swollen shaft. For several seconds she could feel the surges of ejaculate with her hand as it rushed through his solid member, passing her sucking lips, shooting it's way onto her wet tongue giving Kara the inevitable taste of another man's cum mingling with her saliva. He held her there, making her take every drop into her now soiled mouth. Kara would not swallow, so Jordan pulled her up by her hair making her look straight up and whispered, "Gulp it down slut, swallow my sperm." Kara could not help but to swallow the entire load of Jordan's cum. It slid over her tongue down her throat and into her stomach. Kara started tearing up again, feeling ashamed at taking yet another man's cum into her mouth and swallowing the sexual fluids. He again forced her head down and made her clean up any mess she left, licking the rest of the white creamy fluid. All this was being done in a public but dark setting with people around them. People too engrossed on the movie screen to care about this woman being humiliated in the back row. His dick was in her mouth for several more minutes until he started getting hard again with the anticipation Kara's lower set of lips being the next victim to defile. Jordan, I am sure was shocked and elated to find how such a naive and innocent looking woman could be taken advantage of so easily. Kara was so concerned in embarrassing herself that she let her body be used by another man with sex being the only intention. 

He finally let her up and told her to get presentable again. Kara pulled herself together and wondered what was next. "How do you like drinking another man's cum? You are a cock sucking slut. I can't wait to see how far I can take you."

The movie was only half way through when he told her they were leaving. Kara hoped the date was over, she wanted nothing more than to end this ordeal so she could get home and wash her mouth out. He had other ideas. After she told him she had to go, he leaned into her again and told her to tell him again why she was here. She didn't answer, so he just smiled and said he was not done with her yet. He apparently was in no hurry either. He took her to get something to eat outside of the theater and seemed to turn back into the nice guy she had hoped for. Kara was just happy she could finally get the taste of semen from her mouth.

They were walking around the mall just looking in store windows for no reason, so Kara finally had to ask why. "I want people to see you. I want someone you know, to someday ask. "Who was that guy you were with at the mall? I want you to consider telling them that I was the man who you just gave head to in the theater. The man who your husband wanted you to fuck." This had not occurred to her and now she was totally embarrassed. What would they think of her? She felt as if the words cum eating slut was written on her forehead 

"This has gone far enough," she said.

Jordan took Kara's hand and lead her through some double doors into a vacant hallway. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her close and forcefully whispered, "I will tell you when it's enough. You are my slut for now and I want what your husband wants, he wants my cock in your cunt so that's where it's going. You love to be a little cock slut, now you are going to put out for me like the little whore you pretended to be on the internet. I'm going to fuck you, use you, then we will see if I'm done with you." 

"I'm sorry, but that's not what I want anymore" Kara said as she struggled to pull away. I performed oral sex on you. I don't even swallow my husband. Can't that be enough?"

He looked at Kara with a small grin on his face and after several seconds released her from his grip. He then told her that she was right, "I'll walk you to your car." Little did she know he was just playing her to get his prey to his vehicle. He walked behind her a few steps to check the way her skin tight jeans seductively hugged her amazing ass and decided he had to have it. Nothing would please him more than shoving his cock balls deep into this slut wife's perfectly curved ass. He wanted to send her home freshly fucked with cum flowing from both holes as she had already taken it down her gullet.

Kara was relieved and in a big hurry to get away from the situation she allowed herself to get into and was very ashamed of herself. She allowed Jordan to walk with her to the parking lot, noticing that he walked behind her a few steps. She had hoped he was losing interest in her sexually. 

When they arrived at her vehicle, he asked if he could give her a kiss. She agreed only because it would be the end and she could be on her way. Jordan kissed her intimately and softly at first, just slipping his tongue past her wet lips barely touching her tongue. She told me that he had treated her like a slut the last hour and now he was a gentleman. It caught her off guard for a minute and her panties started getting wet again. 

She emotionally forgot where she was for several minutes while she stood there in the open, letting another man kiss her lips as if they were lovers. My wife to this day hates public acts of affection but for some reason she was letting him make out with her for a couple of solid minutes not even noticing that his hands were also roaming up and down her aroused body. He was gently touching her ass and roaming to her breasts, bringing out the slut that he knew was inside. When Kara finally came to her senses, his hand was just barely cupping her mound between her open legs. Kara tried to break the embrace just before he shoved his tongue deeper into her mouth and pressed his body harder into her, pushing her against the car.

Before she knew it, he had his hand in her open pants and was sliding a finger inside her wet pussy. Kara's defenses were shot by now and succumbed to whatever he wanted until a couple walked passed them and saw what was happening. Kara was on the verge of orgasm when she heard the woman gasp as they turned, saying "what a slut". It would have been obvious that the other couple knew that she was about to get fucked. If it wasn't for them coming along, she may have been violated right there in public. Jordan didn't care where they were, he just wanted his cock thrusting into her cunt. Jordan pulled his hand out of her pants and she was slightly disappointed at the empty feeling he left. He brought his hand up and licked her juices from his fingers enjoying the bounty he was about to receive. He then took her by the arm walking her only 2 cars down to his vehicle, sliding her into the passenger seat. Kara was deep into a lust induced daze and was in no condition to fight at this point. He wasted no time in starting the engine and speeding out of the lot while her pussy still throbbed for attention. He reached into her shirt and started pinching her nipples which were seemingly attached to her clit while he drove, keeping her in a sexual fog all the way to his apartment just around the corner. When they parked, she tried to snap out of it, only to be told to follow him. He took her by the hand and lead her to his apartment where, in her words, the final "sexual assault" took place.

When she stepped through the door, he held her against the wall, pushing himself against her ripe body, kissing her and touching her all over. He then ripped her blouse open to bare Kara's soft tits, forcing her bra down and sucking her nipples into his mouth, bringing a loud gasp from her lips. She knew she was going to be taken now and had no power to stop this man from having his way with her. Kara's body always responds quickly to touch and is why she has always been an easy seduction if she ever wanted it or not. 

Kara noticed his wedding picture of him and his wife on the wall and there were kids toys on the floor. She was about to help a man be unfaithful to his wife. She was going to be the other woman and could not do anything about it. Kara hated the idea of being fucked in another woman's home even though she was willing to give up her married body to a young stud who bedded her. She gave in to his advances and let him strip her of all her clothing. He picked up her now naked body and carried her to his bedroom where she saw the wife's clothes hanging in an open closet. He laid her down on his side of the bed, no doubt transferring the odor of Kara's pheromones to his sheets and pillow. A remembrance of the wife he defiled just a few hours ago without his wife's knowledge. 

Then Jordan did something unexpected. He forced Kara to the center of the bed and while lying on top of her and shoving his tongue into her mouth, forced her arms over her head. Before she knew what was happening, he had wrapped two Velcro straps around Kara's wrists which held her arms into place so that she could not move. He then quickly slid down her naked body pulling her legs apart attaching bindings to both her ankles. Kara was bound spread eagle before she could react. Kara had the look of fear in her eyes as she realized her pussy was on display and her body was his for the taking. 

"What are you doing!? Please untie me and let me go, please."

"Not until I have what I brought you here for. I want all of you and I will have every inch of your soft, sweet little body. I won't hurt you, but you will submit to everything I want my slut."




Lust And A Married Woman



Jordan made sure he left nothing out with Kara, knowing this would be a one time fling. He kissed her entire body leaving hickies and bite marks on her thighs and tits that I never noticed. 

Kara now was telling me I didn't see them because she turned the lights down for the next week when we made love. Every time she saw herself in the mirror she was reminded of the deviant sex she had and was both embarrassed and turned on enough to masturbate herself to orgasm.

He devoured her splayed pussy from her ass to clit and licked her juices from his fingers telling her that she tasted like the whore that he knew she was. Kara was delirious with sexual energy when he finally mounted her body missionary style. Her heart started racing from nervousness when Jordan rammed his iron hard cock between her thighs, invading her swollen, wet pussy lips, entering her cunt balls deep in one thrust bringing her to an instant orgasm that made her entire body convulse from the intensity.

While fucking his whore, he released her legs and guided them to his shoulders. He leaned over her naked body shoving her knees to her chest while he wrapped both hands around my wife's throat and started choking just enough to scare her but not enough to inflict any damage to his new fuck toy. 

He had no care for Kara during the entire ravishment of her body. He was using her like a cunt, a hole, his whore to use for his pleasure to spite his wife. Kara just happened to be an easy lay, even if she didn't want to be. She was being ravished against her will. Or was she? She doesn't remember ever saying no. How could she say he fucked her against her will when she could not stop the violent orgasms against his cock soaking the bed? She did love to be taken, to be forced, she could not deny the intense pleasure she felt, so, she gave in as she always did, letting him abuse her lustful body.

Jordan finally started grunting and pounding into her with even more ferocity pulling Kara's juices from her pulsating body every time he pulled his cock out of her clenching pussy only to shove it back in again. Then, Jordan was cumming, soiling my wife's pussy with his welled up cum. He squirted deep into her pussy. Kara said she could feel his cock pulsating as he came, shooting his spoils deep into her body. Her pussy came at the same time, milking his cock of every last drop.

They lay there together for several minutes feeling the after effects of the animal like fuck while he covered her splayed nakedness with his own. She looked to the side and saw herself with yet another man between her legs, she felt like a whore. 

His cock was apparently not done with the abuse just yet. He adjusted the bindings so she was now on her stomach. He re-attached her leg bindings to hold her for what was about to be done to his prey. Jordan put his own pillow under her hips and adjusted the restraints so she could move a little but only enough to lift her ass to her captor. With her legs now closed and he straddling her upper thighs, he dipped his hardening cock back into Kara's leaking pussy and scooped out a large amount of fluid. He then proceeded to force his cock into her ass using their erotic mixture as the lube making her scream in pain and moan with pleasure like a whore in heat.

While Jordan was violating Kara's perfectly fuck-able ass, he untied all the restraints, freeing her of her bindings, but she was far to gone to do anything except moan and cum while pushing her own hips back to his thrusting loins.

She wanted so much to hate the man who was now drilling her tender anal cavern but soon realized her fingers were busy on her clit helping to bring herself off yet again. Kara could feel his balls slapping against her masturbating hand while her other hand held onto the pillow of Jordan's wife, smearing her perfume and saliva onto it, transferring her scent, while this woman's husband violently thrust into my wife's ass sodomizing her with no remorse what-so-ever. What scared her most at this point was the fact that she did not know if she wanted the humiliation to end. 

After moving Kara into various positions, he finally unloaded another amount of sperm deep into her bowels making her feel even more used. Yet, extremely horny.

She does not know how he did it, but Jordan's cock became hard one last time. He fucked her pussy in every position, calling her a whore, slut, cock teaser and a cum bucket. 

Jordan not only fucked her on the bed, but took her to the living room where he pushed her body over the couch, shoving into her from behind He then laid her on her back and pounded into her on the kitchen table with her legs over his shoulders. She knew he was building memories of the affair and screwed Kara's pussy while on the kitchen counter, telling her that this was where his wife was most of the time. 

"Every time I walk through the apartment now, I will remember fucking your juicy little cunt and ass remembering what it was like to fuck a real woman, if only a slut." At no time during the assault on her body was he gentle. On the contrary. The more he fucked her the more violent he became until his final orgasm.

Kara realized that it wasn't her that he was punishing, it was his wife. When they agreed to meet, her body was offered as a sacrifice to satisfy his yearnings.

He had Kara on her back, shoving into her while on the living room floor when he finally pulled out of her red defiled pussy and shot all he had left over her face and tits. For some unknown reason Kara stuck her tongue out tasting his sperm and scooped up the remainder from her face and tits licking it from her fingers.

Jordan then told her to get dressed so he could take her to her car. Her blouse had to be held closed adding to her embarrassment since he tore the shirt off of her body breaking some buttons. As he drove, they were quiet. She could feel her panties getting soaked with the remainder of his cum running out of her ass and pussy. 

When arriving at her vehicle, he molested her body one more time with his roaming hands and gave Kara a passionate kiss saying "thank you" and telling her that when ever she needed some more cock to contact him. He then thanked her for being such an easy fuck and letting him use her. "Let me know if your husband decides to whore you out sometime. I know some guys that would pay big money to tap that ass of yours. You are an extremely fuck-able slut. In fact I don't know any prostitutes with a hotter pussy than yours."

She said she really wanted to call the cops but didn't think anyone would believe she wasn't anything but a slut on the prowl getting some cock with remorse after the deed. Telling them she had multiple orgasms while being forced into sex would not be very convincing. 

Kara came home and showered immediately. She washed both inside her body and out, making sure all Jordan's bodily fluids were removed from her abused body. She tried to convince herself that Jordan was just a unsatisfying sex partner. If that was the case, then why did she orgasm so many times when with him? And why did she masturbate to one more cum while in the shower.

Remember, the woman you are sitting next to in church on Sunday morning may be dressing pretty and ladylike. She may be well respected and always look put together. Chances are, she has a secret and is thinking how much of a kinky, dirty little slut she is going to be later on. Or can't believe how dirty she was last night. She may have just come from being a naughty girl and is sitting there in a pool of another man's cum, or several men's ejaculate, hoping the wet spot does not soak through leaving evidence of her infidelity. 

The woman in a conservative skirt, quickly walking past, may be in a hurry because she has cum running down her inner thigh from her "lunch date." The woman on the mall bench with the wedding ring that can't sit still, might just have a butt plug in her ass and a vibrator in her cunt waiting for her lover to arrive to take her to a private location where she is going to replace the plug with his cock while her husband shoves into her pussy, double penetrating her body.

Email sent to Jordan months later: Thank you for sending me video of the fucking you gave Kara while helping with her slut training.. You humiliated her during your "date." She has felt ashamed of herself for her actions when you took advantage of her that day. She has been a wildcat in bed lately and I can only link her actions to the guilt of her giving her body to another man so readily.. Kara has been swallowing my cum weekly now and is enjoying the newness of a man's sperm in her mouth. Her hunger seems to grow the more I treat her like the slut we turned her into. 

I have helped other men use her body and break down her defenses but I believe you finally broke her. I am confident that I won't be needing any more services from other men, but will always keep an open mind if she starts to gain her sexual independence. As of right now, she wants sex so much, I am trying to keep up with her and may need to loan her out so I can get some rest.

Kara is now a complete slut for my taking. Although, I now work with a young guy that would love to have his way with her. Maybe she can show him her oral skills. Maybe more.

As bonus. I am going out of town for a few days. I will be leaving at night and will be spiking a drink of hers with a powerful sleeping agent. The key is under the mat. Enjoy the weekend.

P.S. The ropes are under the bed. Pics required. 

I'm thinking blackmail? Use your imagination.



Lust and Bloodlust



When she walked into the bar, She swore she was not going to let this go on. Her long cherry wood highlighted hair was yanked up in a brutal ponytail, and her gray eyes were lined enough to be reminiscent of a raccoon. Her palms were sweating and her stomach was pulsing to the beat. 

"Jaymee," not a question or a request, but her name whispered like an order.Her head swiveled around obediently and without question.

Eyes like fire, bubbling iron and copper looked at me, from a face as beautiful as it was jarring. "Sam," she said, fighting the need to glance at the ground instead of gazing up into those eyes that felt like they could swallow you whole. Well there was certainly something she wanted to swallow whole, she admitted silently, and found the falsely confident smile she'd been looking for. 

Perturbed, she felt his eyes scan her and the way her small breasts more then peeked out of the top of her skin tight red dress, to the closely tailored hem of the dress that seemed far longer on the mannequin then her juicy hips.Her tan legs spread a little as he continued his search and she managed her own. Noting those broad shoulders that could hold her down, those tight abs longed to rub her fingers over, those perfect curls she longed to destroy. 

"What are you doing here?" he asked. What was that, was he breathing heavy, she wondered as, she leaned against the bar praying she wouldn't slip to the floor. 

She held her head up, but it was getting harder. Three months, he had only known her for three months but he had this way of making her feel like a child. Even since he'd met her at a sponsor event for the publishing house she represented, he'd left her weak in the knees and soaking with nothing to show for it. 

She was twenty-four for crying out loud, but not tonight. They weren't doing this dance anymore. "Same thing as you I suspect," she purred. 

A waiter approached her holding a Manhattan on a tray. "Care of the gentleman," he said, and Jaymee glanced over to see a young man with the charmed smile and pressed suit of someone who was used to high rolling. She smiled and nodded, holding up the glass. He grinned and gestured to empty seat beside him, and pouting she held up a finger.

Sipping the drink she glanced back at Sam, her cheeks rosy. "Him? Really," Sam replied, and the glint in his eyes could burn. 

Taking a cherry, she twirled it before popping it between her teeth. "A girl has needs, and I'm certainly not getting them fulfilled elsewhere," she replied, and watched the blood drain from his cheeks. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" He said, carefully maneuvering himself between her and the man who'd bought her drink.

She felt herself blush, but didn't look away. "If you have to ask, you're not worth my time," she replied, swiveling to move past him, but he was immediately standing right back in her path, the heat from his hand wrapped around her wrist. 

"What exactly is it you want Jaymee? You want to make me jealous? Is that it?" he said, condescendingly.

She looked up at him and she didn't need him to admit that, it was written across her face. She found herself running hot. As she considered leaning forward into the body pressed before her, she then considered the idea of letting him work her up only to go home and have to take care of herself had her stepping back.

"No. I want to stop feeling like a tramp for wanting more than what you're promising," she shouted staring at him.

His eyes warmed, and she knew she wasn't the only one turned up by the idea.Then he went ridged. "I just... we really shouldn't," he said, and the heat had dialed back.

"Fuck this," she said, placing the drink back on a nearby table and grabbing his collar so she could lean into him. 

Immediately he had all the control right back as she found him holding her head and controlling everything from the wicked fast and brutal crushing force he delivered back. She pressed flush against him, feeling something press into her. When they broke apart, her dress was askew and lipstick smeared. He grabbed her hand, and turned dragged her out of the club at top speed. 

Her mind was only one place as he took her straight to his car. He let go of her hand as he wandered around the car. As he revved the engine, she felt a little cheated, why wasn't he saying anything.

He tore out of the parking lot at frightening speed, and Jaymee was still gathering her thoughts until she looked over and noted the tent still in his pants. She smiled and dared herself to help him with that.

Her hand had barely lifted from her lap as he asked, "We're almost at your apartment," he muttered. When she glanced up at his face her stomach dropped again.

"Are you seriously planning to just leave me at my apartment?" she shouted at him. "After that?

"I can't do this with you," he said, like that was enough.

Her cunt ached with need as she ran red with fury. Rashly, she spread her legs, aware how on display she was in the dress she'd chosen just for this. She dropped her hand to her thigh,tracing it inwards as she took an experienced hand to her core.

"What are you doing?" Sam said, his voice husky as he reached over to stop her hand, still driving steadily. That control really got her pissed.

"Same thing I do every night you leave me alone," she said and with his hand still attached, she plunged her fingers into herself.He must have felt the moisture on her thighs because his hand slipped away wet, and she glanced over to see his cock threatening the seams of his pants.

She really began to move as he suddenly changed course and he tore into the nearest hotel parking lot. He was out of the car instant and returning with a key almost instantaneously, tossing the keys to the valet. She followed close behind, a grin splitting her cheeks as he got the key. She knew he had money, but was a little surprised when they climbed on the elevator and swiped the key to take them up to the presidential suite.

It slipped her mind though as he slammed her breathless against the elevator wall, his mouth locked on hers as his tongue dominated hers. Whatever breath she had left squealed out when three fingers suddenly found their way into her pussy and she found her weight shared between the wall and the three fingers holding her upright.

"Oh god," she moaned as his face pulled back.

And Sam frowned. "That's the problem babe. He's not here." 

Wrapping his arm around her back, he didn't remove his fingers as the door dinged open and the elevator opened into the room. They did not make it to the bed as he dropped her on the nearest available surface, which happened to be a table, and the flower vase crashed to the ground, as Sam used Jaymee like a new table decoration.

She screamed out as his fingers began to move plunging deeper and deeper."I do recall trying to tell you I wasn't a good idea, but for so many more reasons than you know," he said, as he brutally plunged until she shuddered and shrieked in orgasm.

When Jaymee came down, still a little bleary, and breathless, she felt herself begin to heat at the sight of his bare abs. 

"I tried to be a gentleman for you, but I think you need something a little more firm," He muttered, and as he flipped her over, she tightened feeling a hand swat hard over her ass. She groaned. The second and third slaps fell and she felt herself squirm and scream. 

"You see, I have needs too, love, but unlike you, I chose restraint. And you? No, you know what, you chose this," he warned and even as the swats finally stopped, and she began to push up, her eyes blurry from tears.

Climbing to her feet hotter than ever, there was a change in her face, it was more pointed. He barred his teeth an she saw pointed teeth even as he moved towards her. He promised himself he'd let her run if she wanted to, but the only move she made was to reach up and wriggle out of her dress.

When he was in front of her, she dropped to her knees, unquestioning as she tugged at the zipper. He thought he couldn't be more surprised, but that was before he felt those lips wrapped around him. Meanwhile, Jaymee, found herself uncaring. He had driven her past caring the last time he'd left her breathless and hot on a balcony at a party.

He grunted as he wrapped her ponytail around his fist and began assisting her to really take care of him. No small feet considering, her mouth was stretched taking the head of him, musky and firm she loved the feeling of that powerful muscles lodged in her mouth. For such a loud mouth,there wasn't much space in her mouth. Not wanting to hurt her, he dragged her off him, and still using her hair as a handle, led her to the couch where, he guided her down.

She moaned and he blocked any more sound with his mouth, as he lined up to her entrance. She was soaking, and he slipped through, feeling the inside of her hot, wet, and tighter than a fist. 

She squealed into his mouth as he kept driving forward. So much dick, she considered as it just kept coming. He started thrusting and her tiny tits shook as he reached down and began running his thumbs over her breasts.

He began kissing his way away from her mouth and she was moaning allowed again. "Ohhh," she cried as he plunged harder and faster.

"I think I'm gonna..." she didn't finish as she felt teeth dig into her neck. She screamed her way to orgasm. He came with spurts deep inside her as she screamed, exhausted as her body kept writhing higher.

As they both came down, she heard him huff, "Why weren't you afraid of me?" he demanded.

She was still breathing heavy as she glanced back into those hot and heavy eyes, "Honestly, you aren't the first vampire I've met. Gotta say, you're the first I've slept with though," she moaned, as she snuggled back against him, his cock still embedded inside her. 



Lust and Desire



“You do love me?” she asked in a whisper full of conviction, yet filled with implicit pleading and hope. The question seemed to go through my body like a rusty knife, tearing through my entrails and shriveling the small flame of my own pathetic infatuation.

“Jake, Jake are you listening to me?” Pauline demanded, the irritation in her voice a clear warning. I did not recognise it as such; as my attention was secretly focused on the table to my side and slightly behind me. 

“Huh? Yes, sure, what? Sorry” I mumbled vaguely as I dragged my attention away from my supposedly hidden and real interest, and focused once again on the girl opposite me. Her pretty face now held a frown. It really did not suit her, this frown.

She was not tall, 5’3” maybe, with large breasts that demanded, and got, attention. Her dark hair was braided into long pigtails that emphasized her cuteness. Her white blouse was struggling to contain her assets but also set off her creamy complexion nicely. She wore only a light pink lipstick on full lips and some delicate eyeliner to emphasize her usually smiling brown eyes. They were not smiling right now. 

“Listen, if you’re bored, just say so…” she said softly, her words expressing the hurt she felt at my non-attention without saying so. This much, at least, I could see. 

It really was no way to treat her. And especially after last night, when she had wrapped those warm lips around my cock so freely and wonderfully. And what’s more, she genuinely seemed to like me. Why was that? Why the hell was it, that the girls I fancied did not recognise my existence, and those that did, held no real appeal to me? 

I hated myself for leading this girl on in such a callous way; she really was nice, and deserved better. Certainly deserved better than me. Last night she had taken me home, and there in her front room, she had shown me more attention than I could have dreamed about. It was our second date, so I must have done something right on the first one, definitely a result. 

I was surprised how forward she was. We had only just sat down upon the sofa when she simply turned to me and kissed me full on the lips, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling herself to me. The warm and eager press of her lips, her tongue probing my mouth, was sensational - but not as sensational as her large firm breasts pushed up against my chest. Those simply set me on fire.

I was not used to having girls take an interest in me. So, when they did, I was grateful. Even if I did not actually, in fact, much fancy them. Well, when I say ‘them’, I actually mean only ‘one’. Not many girls take the initiative. This one did. Girls were a complete and utter mystery to me. For the most part, they still are. 

So I admit that I took full advantage of her obvious, if puzzling, interest in me. I was more than flattered. As she kissed me, her passion inflamed me. I dared to move my free hand up to touch her right breast, still afraid I would receive a stinging slap for my presumption, but non came, and I felt for the first time that wonderful warmth and strangely exciting firm softness under my hand. 

She moaned and kissed me even harder, sucking fiercely now on my tongue as I massaged her breast, she moved her body more to the side to allow me further access to her delights. 

I fumbled inexpertly and desperately with opening her blouse buttons, eventually revealing a lovely expanse of smooth flesh held deliciously in a lacy black bra. My heart was pounding as my hand slipped inside to explore, taking one whole breast fully, the hard nipple in the palm of my hand like a kernel. 

I was painfully hard, my penis bent, straining against the restricting fabric of my pants. She sensed my not so restrained desperation. Her hand slid down my chest, inching towards my lap. The direction her hand was taking excited me further, and I hoped I was not to be disappointed.

At last, I felt the soft press of her hand alighting upon the bulge of my desire. I stopped my kissing of her for a second as I let out a groan of satisfaction at her touch. She wrapped her fingers over the hidden width of my erection, then squeezed, feeling my hardness, testing my desire, taking another hungry kiss from me as she did so. 

I was helpless and in her control, she could do what she liked with me. And she did. Finding my zipper she pulled it down, allowing my hardness to spring free into the cool air. Her fingers quickly traced featherlike over my length, wrapping themselves over the flared head, tracing its ridges, before sliding back down the shaft, pulling on the soft skin, finally gripping me tightly at the base, hard.

I broke off the kiss, unable to concentrate, my mind was down in my cock, and my cock was within her hand. I let my head fall back against the sofa as I luxuriated in her touch. I could already feel my balls begging to burst, and the start of the inevitable rush to orgasm.

I fought the rising tide, not wanting her to stop, wanting the pleasure to continue. Then I felt a warm breeze wash over the sensitive skin of my now bursting penis, and I knew I would be unable to withhold my quickly building explosion much longer. 

She knew I was close, as the warmth of her breath was immediately replaced by an exquisite wetness as her lips closed over the desperately swollen glans, enveloping me in the heat of her luscious, wet mouth. 

My hips jerked and my body shuddered as she slid her lips further down, taking me deeper within her, then finally, wonderfully, swallowing me fully, I felt the head of my cock pressed now against the back of her throat. But only for a split second, as she then quickly withdrew my length almost fully, before once again sucking me slowly and deeply inside her hot mouth.

I writhed and groaned under her attentions; fighting to prolong the sweet sensations she was giving me. But, as I said, she must have known how close I was, for she abandoned her teasing and began eagerly and fiercely sucking me, almost demanding my orgasm.

I stared down at the incredible sight, breathless and panting as I watched my swollen and hard penis, so long ignored, disappear magically into her mouth, her lips stretched lewdly over the width of the purple head of my bursting cock, before then sliding down the ridged shaft.

With a shout, I released myself into her, unable to hold back further. My eyes closed tightly, I moaned deeply as I rode the hot flood rushing in eager thick waves, pulsing quickly along the length of my cock to burst painfully, fantastically, onto her lapping and demanding tongue. 

She drained me, emptying me of my strength and desperation, taking all my essence hungrily, as I writhed in the delicious orgasm. Nothing could have prepared me for that fantastic first experience. Not my dreams. Not my fantasies.

And yet, here I was, sitting and ignoring her. 

The problem was, well the problem was that I had the hots for someone else. My heart lay elsewhere. 

It lay in fact, at the table by my side and just behind me. There, the girl of my dreams was gazing sickeningly into the smirking face of Rob. Handsome, rugged, Rob. A complete bastard, but only I seemed to know that. To Fiona, my girl, he was simply her hero. 

“You do love don’t you Rob? “ she asked, and I felt the familiar pain once more. There is nothing worse than unrequited love.

I was distracted, tuning in to what she was saying to him, what he was saying to her. They seemed lost in each other, oblivious of those around them, all watching covertly what they were doing. How could they not? Both were stunning in their own way. 

Rob, tall, strong and hideously good looking, had his pick of the girls; they always threw themselves at him, at his very slightest invitation, or even less than that. And he indulged them often, leading to many tearful sessions from Fiona, his betrayal wounding her, though seemingly strengthening her desire for him. 

I told you I don’t understand women. I did my best to comfort her on these occasion, though my help was not appreciated for what it was, which was not so much as sympathy, but more a desperate attempt to get close to her in some way. It never worked anyway. 

It’s strange how two people can lose themselves in each other whilst in a room full of strangers. Fiona and Rob were in that weird ‘bubble’ you see around lovers sometimes.

I could see others watching them, envying them, just as I was covertly watched them. 

I was wasting my time, I knew.  

One day Rob was attacked by a gang and beaten up, not badly, but beaten. I brought out the shoulder for the required sobbing. Though my shirt was getting damp, I had Fiona in my arms, and that was pretty good. I had just avoided getting beaten-up myself, and when I mentioned this, she said she wished it had been me rather than him that had received the beating. I admit that hurt, but I didn’t react. Not then. That was reserved for much later, when I was alone.

Still I listened, listened to the whispered words and plans between them, wishing I could not hear - yet still straining harder for each tormenting word. What the hell did she see in him?

Then the hall bell rang, its strident clanging jolting everyone into action, chairs were pushed away, bags grabbed and slung over shoulders. The hall we were in quickly emptied.

Pauline grabbed my hand. The frown now replaced with a smile. Did she understand or suspect? Of course she did. Women do. I still don’t understand them; why they stand by lost male causes, see so much good in so much bad. 

“See you after school?” she said just a little too brightly.

“Umm, sure, yeah.” I clumsily replied, very glad that she had asked. She was cute. I did like her. She deserved better. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips before quickly turning away to hide the inevitable blush that immediately arose on my cheeks. Shit, I hated that! She had closed her eyes at my kiss. I noticed that with amazement. A warm feeling returned to my broken teenage heart in that moment. 

God! I remembered thinking; I can’t wait till next year when I will be older, wiser, and at nineteen, almost free of these conflicting, confusing, teenage years. 



Lust and First Encounters



It was a surprise to meet her, that much was certain. And where they ended up was not what he had thought would happen when he woke up that morning.

Yet there she was. An impromptu run-in at a coffee shop, spilled coffee, discolored shirt, changes needed, and his place was closer.

God she was hot.

And she wasn't as bold to admit it, but he was too. She also wasn't bold enough to admit that she could have just gone to her house to change, but something about his flushed cheeks, his deep brown eyes, and his big smile told her she was missing something if she didn't be a little spontaneous. So here they were, stains drying, him directing her to a bathroom to change while he went to his own room to slip on a new shirt. Maybe the tight button-down.

She was glad she had the extra shirt on her, which was meant for later when she would go to the gym. Or so she had planned.

Upon meeting each other in the hallway, he couldn't help but look her over. Average height. Brown, full hair. Smooth, cream-colored skin. To top it all off, there was a slim figure with legs to die for.

Her eyeing was far more subtle, but just as effective. He was tall, over six feet. Skinny, but broad shouldered, very European look. Short brown hair, and that lingering smile.

Still he lead her to the door, not about to make an ass of himself, and promptly slipped on the tile floor. Her laugh rang through the apartment as he sheepishly sat up. She extended a hand and he took it, rising up to her. They found themselves suddenly very close.

So close they could

Kiss.

Suddenly they both wondered if it really just happened, and if so, which of them had made the move. But suddenly it didn't matter as he wrapped her up tightly in his arms, and kissed her, deep. 

Surprise faded to sensation as she let go and wrapped her arms around him. It felt like desperation. Like an eruption of passion that had been building over the last hour they'd know each other. How had it built so quickly? Yet here they were, his one hand slowly dragging down her back, the other holding her waist closer, pulling her into him. Her hand finds his chest and rests there, lightly scratching him as she feels his heart race in response, faster and faster, the tempo matching that of their lips as kisses become sloppy, tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouth, wrestling with each other.

Suddenly, they are both very aware of the heat rising between them, the growing want they both feel. In subconscious agreement, they head for the bedroom, never breaking lip contact. Once there, he lays her on the bed, climbs on top, and insistently presses his waist into hers as their legs become entangled, intertwining as the need to feel every bit of each other grows. 

And still they hunger to feel more.

He slides his hands up and down the curve of her body, absorbing her figure as he slowly moves closer and closer to her chest. Suddenly, he's there, feeling her, and feeling that she wants it as she thrusts her hips into his in response. Encouraged, he becomes more aggressive, palming, sliding his hand up her shirt and bra, then running his thumb across her nipples and feeling her body squirm beneath him.

She can't get enough of this. Every nerve seems to be working overtime, churning out new desires that have never been felt before. So much courses through her body all at once that she suddenly feels far too cramped, removing her shirt and rapidly unbuttoning his as she throws it to the floor. The kissing continues, but before long he has left her mouth and is kissing her neck, causing her waist to press against his once more as he lightly bites her neck. Her nails suddenly dig into his back, as he has hit a spot, for now she knows she has lost control of herself to the heat that courses through her body, consuming her, and arriving at her thighs.

He feels the shift in temperature and greedily takes advantage of it, his hand slowly working its way lower as his fingers dance around, teasing her, which she loves and hates, struggling for breath as it keeps catching in her throat. But two can play this game.

His desire has been growing for quite a while, and she has definitely felt it. Now, she's going to actually feel it as her hand arrives at his pants, playing with the bulge that sharply erupts from it. Suddenly, she feels an intensity of pressure between her legs as he has stopped playing around and gets serious. She bites her lip and unbuttons his pants as he does the same to her. Since they are both fully naked, she intends on stroking him for a while, but then a blast of pleasure fill her body as he feels her sweet spot. There's no way she can do anything besides lay back and let the euphoria engulf her body and escape through the moans she can't help but make. It only grows and grows, leaving her gasping for air. Suddenly, she feels small tickles slowly moving down her body as she realizes he is kissing her, but slowly getting lower and lower, until the pleasure pauses.

And is resumed with a doubled intensity as his tongue goes to work, licking her again and again, hitting that spot that makes her squirm. Her cries become longer now, no longer sharp intakes, but long exhales with muddles attempts at words while her hands push his head further into her. He continues his efforts, occasionally sucking for a change of pace, before she can no longer take it and asks him to 

please 

fill her

she needs him.

Not needing to be told twice, he mounts her and slides his pulsating desire inside her, slowly, allowing her to feel every inch as she is overcome by his entrance. It feels like an eternity, like there is never an end to him, that she won't be able to handle all of him, when suddenly, he stops, and eases out a little, slightly faster. 

Then he's going back in. And out. Each time picking up the pace as she is rides the roller coaster of fulfillment, him hitting her again and again for what seems like an eternity. The ecstasy is flowing between them and through them, each of them feeding off it and thriving on it as the heaven continues. All the while, his hands are traveling all over her body, feeling every bit of her, everything she has to offer while her hands are grabbing the sheets, fists clenched tightly as her mouth flaps open and shut and her screams rise above it all. Finally, there is one last thrust, one last release for the both of them, and then they collapse together, sweaty, tired, but satisfied as never before.

Both of them clean up and they exchange contact information, but merely as a formality. Both know that there was no hope of a normal relationship after that. As he shows her to the door for the second time that afternoon, she leaves, and he watches her go, leaning against the doorway, and grinning his big grin.



Lust & Found



Since the night of the "payoff", I can't even remember what the bet was about! It's all I've been thinking about since that night. Originally, the payoff was for Lisa Anne to dress up to my liking and go out to a local bar with me. As to be expected, I picked out the sexiest outfit for her to wear. Lisa Anne at first protested to my clothing selection, but conceded when I reminded her how she had lost and had to pay up or never live it down. She reluctantly agreed and went into the bedroom to get ready.

My cock sprang up when I saw my sweet wife wearing the shear tight form fitting sweater, black tapered skirt with a slit on the side that hugged her hips and ass, shiny black stiletto heels with ankle straps and a black velvet choker around her neck. The final touch that completed her slut look was the red lipstick on her pouty Liv Tyler lips. When she complained that she couldn't find the underclothes, I told her there were none. I wanted her "available" throughout the evening. 

Lisa Anne's only request was that we not go to any place where she might be recognized. That prompted me to suggest that to further disguise her, she wear the black wig she had worn once as part of a Halloween costume to hide her blonde hair. 

My hard cock raged as I looked at the woman in front of me! The fabric of the sweater showed the fullness and roundness of her tits. Her gum drop nipples deliciously protruded and the ample cleavage showed as well. The stiletto heels added 4 inches to her 5'4" frame and caused her ass to bubble out. I had to struggle not to cum in my pants as I surveyed her. The struggle only intensified my hunger and anticipation.

To relax Lisa Anne I poured her a double shot of Hennessy. Since I was the one who was going to drive, I refrained from drinking. Although, I was already drunk with lust as it was; to the point we almost didn't make it out. Unsure as to where to take her, we just drove. Glancing at Lisa Anne as I drove I could tell she was getting more and more into the "payoff". 

As we drove, her short skirt had risen and showed her delicious thighs. I reached over and placed my right hand on the inside of her left thigh, inching my fingers towards her pussy as we talked. Lisa Anne enjoying what I was doing leaned back and spread her thighs slightly, her blonde pussy hair now visible. The Hennessy apparently had done its magic! Lisa Anne took my hand and pushed it against her pussy. I could feel her warm moisture; the musky scent of hot pussy filled the car.

With all that was going on, I hadn't realized that we had driven two towns over. Spotting a Holiday Inn, I pulled into the parking lot near the bar. I figured that with how things were heating up, we would probably be better off getting a room nearby. Plus, I intended to drink as well.

As we walked in the bar, several men (and women) looked at us. Actually it was more like they looked at Lisa Anne. The crowd looked like a good mix of people; young, old, different walks of life, shapes and sizes. It was easy to get into the beat of the music and the room. I ordered us around of double shots of Hennessy. To my surprise Lisa Anne downed hers quickly and ordered another! She leaned towards me and whispered how I was going to get what I wanted and then some. I asked he what she meant by that, but she just laughed out loud and said she wanted to dance. Knowing that I don't dance she asked if it was ok if she mingled on to the dance floor by herself. I told her that was fine and enjoy.

My cock hardened again, as I saw her walk away into the crowded dance floor. She looked fantastic. That ass! Oh, man! Shit! The whole package! I was one lucky guy! Lisa Anne danced by herself for awhile. I could see I wasn't the only one enjoying the view. There was a group of guys who had spotted her as well and were pointing to her. 

After a few dances, Lisa Anne returned to the bar. Pressing her body into me, she reached for my drink and downed it. I reminded her that she now had about five drinks in her. She replied that she wish she had five cocks in her instead of drinks! I wasn't ready for that response, but enjoyed it just the same. Lisa Anne continued to make it clear how much she wanted to fuck. She grabbed my cock and squeezed the shaft tightly. Tugging it, she looked right into my eyes. She licked her ruby red lips and smiled maliciously. Knowing she had my attention, she continued with her pillow talk. I was ready to explode.

I excused myself to go to the men's room. Being one for privacy, I went into a vacant stall to piss. Just as I was giving my cock the final shake, I overheard a group of guys come in. One was commenting about the hot horny babe at the bar with the stiletto heels. My cock grew again as I heard them talking about what they would do to her if given a chance. When I returned to the bar, I told Lisa Anne that based on what I just had heard I was surprised to find her sitting alone. I pointed to the group and told her some of the things that were said and by whom; she intently listened. She dismissed the group, saying that none of them were her type. Prompting me to ask her what her type was. She pointed to an average looking guy who was sitting by himself. Lisa Anne said that fucking is great but fucking someone so they always remember you is even greater. She said she would fuck the guy because that's the last thing on earth he would think would ever happen to him. And that she would give him the best fuck he ever had, one that he would be jerking off to for years to come. 

I told her that was indeed an interesting theory and shared my fantasy of watching her fuck someone else. She said she'd let me but that it would have to be someone she picked. Or as she said it, "if I'm the one who's going to get fucked, I'll be the one who gets to pick the cock". Lisa Anne said she'd love to give the average looking guy the fuck of his life. Adding that when she meets a man, any man, she wonders what his cock must look like, what it must feel like and most importantly how his cum tastes like. Stating her how she prefers fat cocks with big cock heads that shoot a lot of cum. I said go for it! She had my blessings provided that I watch or be told every detail.

We moved closer to the stranger and sat next to him. Lisa Anne sat on the stool closest to him. His eyes quickly focused on the hot babe next to him who was in his personal space. Lisa Anne reached over to his drink and downed it. His jaw dropped and he started to tell her how that was his drink but Lisa Anne beat him to it. She apologized for the mistake and offered to buy him a new one, saying she'll be glad to "make it up" to him and winked. Talk about a smooth pick up! She turned around and introduced me to him, and with the same breath said "he's my husband and would like to watch me suck your cock. I lost a bet and now I have to fuck a stranger". The look on his face was priceless! He started to stammer and turned red in the face. Lisa Anne told him not to say anything. She didn't even want to know his name. She reached over and started tugging on his cock now through his pants, just as she had done to me just moments earlier. Taking his hand she led him outside towards our hotel. In a daze I followed. Luckily we had opted for a room with direct access from the parking lot, so we didn't attract any attention from the desk clerk. When we got into the room, Lisa Anne quickly turned and kissed him. I could see her wet tongue go into his mouth. When he put his in her mouth she sucked it. Having experienced this myself many times, I knew exactly what he was feeling. His hands were all over her ass. He hiked up her skirt exposing her beautiful ass and legs. Turning her around, he cupped each of her tits with his hands. She tilted her head back and pressed her ass hard into him. Lisa Anne looked at me as I sat on nearby chair stroking my cock.

She reached behind her and grabbed at his cock, turned and knelt down in front of him and opened his zipper. Putting her hand inside, she pulled his cock out. It was just the kind of cock that she liked, fat with a big fucking head looking ready to explode. His cock popped out and went straight into her mouth, as if it knew where it belonged. Lisa Anne sucked the engorged head with little popping noises every time the head popped out of her mouth. She licked the shaft from bottom to top, running her tongue over the sides. Circling her tongue continuously over the head and then shoving it in her mouth. As she stroked his cock she would lick and suck his balls. The Stranger was under her power! So was I. From time to time, Lisa Anne would stare at me as she sucked his fat cock. Not being to take it anymore, I grabbed her hips and pulled her up. I entered her slippery wet pussy, causing her to let out a loud groan. The Stranger looked intently at her face as she sucked his cock and I fucked her from behind. 

I hooked my thumb into her asshole, sending her into an immediate orgasm. That proved to be too much for our new friend also. He exploded his cum wad all over her mouth and face. Her tongue darted all about, licking clean his cock. Grabbing her hips tightly, I shoved my cock deep inside her pussy as all this was happening. As I came, I pulled out of her pussy and creamed her ass. Feeling wobbly and unable to compose myself I sat back on the chair.

Lisa Anne pushed the Stranger on to the bed, pulled his pants down, put on condom on his cock, hiked up her skirt higher and straddled him. From where I sat I could see his fat cock was hard again and inside my wife's wet pussy. Her pussy juice ran down the shaft of his cock, as she humped and grinded her pussy. He reached up and pulled open her sweater, releasing her juicy tits. He pinched her nipples hard and sucked on them. The Stranger would run his tongue between her tits, enjoying the cleavage in front of him. He would also run his tongue across them. All along his cock thrusting in and out of her soaked pussy. Having seen how much she liked the thumb up her ass, he reached behind her and rubbed his middle finger against her asshole. Lisa Anne snorted loudly like an animal and came. Her head tilted back and to the side, breathing heavily but still grinding down hard.

Having witnessed this man fucking my wife made my cock hard again. I walked over near them. Lisa Anne looking at my cock, reached over towards it while still straddling the Stranger. His eyes widened as he saw her start sucking my cock. He started to buck and hump her again, harder and harder. Lisa Anne deep throated my cock, stroking my shaft as she sucked. He continued sucking on her tits, biting them. The Stranger came again, letting out a moan. Lisa Anne seeing the power she had over him, came as she rode him hard. I stroked my cock harder and harder against her mouth until I came on her face. 

I can't wait for the next bet...



Lust and Lingerie



*This is my first attempt at a story, so please be kind. I appreciate feedback, but please be constructive if you need to point out an error. All characters in this story are above the age of 18. Thanks to my special someone for....helping me with research* 
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The kiss was soft and languid. Your hands stroked softly through the silk fabric of my dress as I wrapped my arms around your neck and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. Our hands start to move quicker, your tongue delving deeper into my mouth. I break the kiss and smile into your face. "Don't worry, babe," I say, "I have a little something planned and I want to do it before I lose all control." Your eyes widen a bit in surprise at my statement. What could I, the shy teacher, truly know about seduction? I may not have had much experience, but I knew exactly what turned you on and what you fantasized about. I had wanted everything to be just right for tonight.

I lead you over to the giant stuffed chair in the corner of the bedroom and push you down into it. I give you a quick kiss on the lips, but leaned away before you could pull me down on your lap. "Patience, love," I whisper with a smile. I stand up and take a few steps back so that you are given a good look at me in all my party finery. My black, strapless dress hugs my generous curves perfectly, as well as giving you a glimpse of my legs in their black stockings and high heels. 

My breath is coming quicker as I think about the sexy lingerie I'm wearing underneath my dress and how you will respond to it. I push my long, curly brown hair over my shoulder and reach up to slowly pull down the zipper of my dress, revealing a black, silk corset. I push the dress down over my hips and bend to step out of it, giving you a perfect view of my 36C breasts being pushed together by the tightness of the lingerie. I glance up to see your reaction. Your eyes are on my breasts and your jaw has dropped a bit, giving me the confidence to continue my special strip tease. I run my hands up my body as your eyes devour my lace panties and thigh stockings; two things that you have told me drive you crazy.

My corset laces in the front and I release the knot holding the laces together. I undo them slowly, exposing more and more of my stomach, and up to my ribs. I release the last of the laces around my breasts and pull the corset away from my skin. My nipples are already hard, and you can see the goose bumps rise up on my flesh. I let the corset fall to the floor and smooth my hands lightly over my sensitive skin.

I see your hands slowly move to the waistband of your pants as you unbutton them and slowly open the zipper. You pull your shirt up over your head and toss it into a crumpled heap on the floor beside the chair, waiting to see what I will do next. I can see your erection growing and I feel an answering dampness in my panties. I allow myself a shy smile as I see your reaction to me. Your eyes are darting all over my exposed skin. I trail my hands over my breasts and down my stomach and around my hips, letting my fingers run in the waistband of my panties. I hook my fingers and make like I'm going to lower them next, but my hands trail over my hips and down my legs. I walk over to your chair and place my foot on the arm rest. I reach down my leg and remove my high heel. I put my foot down and repeat the process with the other shoe. 

Then, feeling bold and sexy by how you look at me, I raise my leg again and place my foot on your hard thigh. I reach out and grab your hands and smooth them up my leg to the top of my stocking so I can hook your fingers in the band and help you guide the sheer fabric down my leg.

You take your eyes from my body for just a minute, pausing to look deep into my eyes. Then, you follow my lead, pulling at the sheer fabric, sliding it down my smooth thighs and over my knee. You lean forward, kissing the skin it has left exposed before you reach over and do the same to the next leg. Your mouth on my skin makes me gasp. You pitch my stockings into the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

I cradle your head in my hands as I kiss you. I can't wait any longer to taste you and feel your hot tongue in my mouth. As I lean over you and my hands move into your hair and along your shoulders, I feel your hands playing gently with my breasts, making me moan into you. Then your hands move around to my back and go down to grip my ass through my panties. Your fingers dig it at my hips and force the fabric down. I break the kiss to step out of them, and then I see your hard, thick cock straining for release. I pull you up from the chair and remove the rest of your clothes. I rub your thighs as my tongue darts out to lick the tip of your cock and then take you in my mouth, closing my eyes and moaning as you fill me. I run my mouth over your thick length and use my tongue to lap at the tip.

You throw your head back as I take you in my mouth. Moans escape you as my tongue pushes against the underside of your throbbing member. One hand moves from my breast to thread your fingers into through my hair, then come to a rest on the back of my head as you guide my mouth farther and farther down your cock. My head bobs up and down and your cock throbs at every pull. You moan and gasp. I love hearing those sounds from your mouth. I love making you want to lose control. Suddenly, you pull me off your cock and carry me to the bed, laying me on my back. You start to kiss my thighs before moving your lips to my glistening sex. My breathing becomes heavy as I wait for the sensation I know is coming; my hands reach up to knead my breasts and pinch my erect nipples. You kiss gently at first, barely touching your lips to my skin, making me squirm to try and get your mouth on my most sensitive area. Your lips form a smile before you stick out your tongue and agonizingly slowly lick from bottom to top, stopping to put a little pressure on my swollen clit.

My back arches and I moan as your tongue finds my hardened clit. I dig my fingers into your hair as you continue to lick around my dripping pussy. You lick and suck and gently nipple around my swollen lips until my head is thrashing about and my breath is coming in quick pants, making my breasts bounce. We make eye contact as your tongue slides over my clit and you take it in your mouth and suck. My moans become loud cries and my hips buck as I lift off the bed at the sensation. I can hardly stand it. I can feel the orgasm building quickly, but I still need you in me. I reach down and pull you up to cover my body. As I pull your head down to push my tongue in your mouth, I whisper, "I need you, baby. I need you to put your cock in me. I need you to cum in me. Please"

You look me in the eyes and give an evil little grin as you position your hard, firm body over me. You slowly start to push your throbbing cock into the opening of my now soaking pussy, stopping with the head barely in. You groan as you feel my tight, wet pussy grab the head of your cock. You pull back, smiling at me as I thrash beneath you. Bucking my hips, I try and push you deeper into me, whimpering when you release a low, seductive chuckle. You enjoy teasing me, wanting to prolong the delightful sensations we are causing the other to feel. You kiss down my neck to my firm breasts, taking in one erect nipple, then the other, teasing each with your tongue. "Oh please, please, don't tease me anymore. I need you in me. Please!" I cry out, trying to sway you to fuck me. Finally, you slide your hard member into me as deep as you possibly can.

My eyes open wide as your thick cock stretches my tight pussy. I gasp at the sensation of fullness you give me. The pressure of your cock in me feels so exquisite. I wrap my legs around your hips to keep your cock buried in me, my hands roam all over your shoulders and arms, unable to stop touching your heated skin. My panting becomes more erratic as you lick and suck my nipples, as you kiss my neck, as you devour my mouth. "More," I beg, "more." I can't form a coherent thought. The tension is rising, your cock is ramming into me harder and harder. I can feel the tension in your body. You are trying to hold off the inevitable release.

The bed squeaks loudly as we rock in unison. You pick up the pace, slamming your cock into me faster and faster. Under our moans and groans I can hear your balls slapping up against my ass while you ram me deeper and deeper. My pussy juice is dripping down my ass and onto the bed and I can feel myself gently start to pulsate as my back arches and my body begins to stiffen. "Cum with me, beautiful," you groan in my ear as your cock starts to throb and bounce inside of me. "You feel so amazing, I don't think I can hold on any longer," you mutter to me as your pace quickens even further. You look down at my pussy to watch your slickened shaft getting buried deep inside of me. The force of our fucking causes my breasts to bounce with every thrust.

My eyes close and I wrap my arms around your neck, holding on as we rock together. I put my mouth up to your ear as you urge me to come. "Don't wait, baby, cum in me. I'm so close. Shoot in me so I can cum." Even though I want to wait for you to come inside me, I can't hold off and my pussy starts to pulse and I put my mouth to your neck to stifle my scream as my orgasm takes over my body.

Hearing my orgasm puts you over the edge. You can't take it anymore as you release a groan and thrust into me one final time before exploding inside of my pulsating pussy. Wave after wave of hot cum coats the inside of my throbbing pussy as you slow my pace, making sure to empty every last drop inside of me. My pussy pulls out every last drop of cum from your throbbing cock. I love how your cum feels in my slick pussy. As my orgasm waves slow, my body completely relaxes into the mattress, my breath still coming in quick pants.

I continue to hold you close as we come down from our orgasmic explosion, running my hands through your hair and over your back, loving that you are covering me with your body. Your breathing is heavy as you lower your lips to mine to give me a deep kiss before laying your head on my shoulder. I can feel your body continue to twitch as you come down from your orgasmic bliss. I smile and continue to run my hands over your body, as much to calm you as to calm me from the explosion of sensations that I just experienced. I continue this way for a few more minutes, until my eyes can't remain open and I join you in comforting sleep.



Lust and Longing



Thanks to Rickyboxen for his wonderful editing, yet again.

After a luscious meal and hours of dancing, I thought that our wondrous night would soon end. Little did I realize that the fun had only begun. We ascended the elevator to the hotel's top floor, where you rented a large suite. My feet were unsteady in my three-inch heels so I leaned against you as the elevator slowly trembled upwards. Was it my body warm from dancing against yours or the chemistry that seems to flow between up that let me feel you raise against my back? Emboldened by your body's unconscious response to me, I rubbed you with my hand. As I rested my head on your chest, I looked up to see you smiling down at me. You draped my auburn hair over my right shoulder before bending to kiss my neck as an old couple left the elevator for their floor. 

Finally alone, I turned toward you, one hand rubbing you through your pants, the other pulling your head toward me for a kiss. My fingers tangled in your coarse brown hair. I heard the elevator door open, but didn't care. So long as your large hands were caressing my body through my velvet-topped gown, I was in my own world

I could taste a bit of the evening's wine on your breath and wanted to consume more of that heady vintage. You obliged me by drawing my tongue into your mouth, muffling my soft moans.

Without warning, the elevator stopped. Drunk from your kisses, I could not balance on my precarious shoes. As you grabbed me tightly to keep me from falling, your cock stabbed at me greedily. Looking over, we saw the stranger who must have entered the elevator when the doors opened a few moments before. 

Her long black hair fell silkily over her shoulders, drawing the eye to her alabaster skin. Bright blue eyes stared at us as one of her hands rested on the stop button and the other was rubbing herself through her short black dress. She nodded to us as if to say, "If I don't mind, why should you?"

"I'll have to remember that the 25th floor is lucky," you whispered in my ear as you resumed your ministrations. Your warm mouth traced kisses from my ear to breast. You pulled one shoulder of my gown down to kiss my skin and caused shivers throughout my body.

With shaking hands, I unknotted your tie and pulled open your shirt buttons. I buried my fingers in your chest hair. A wicked glint entered your eyes as you dragged your tie from your collar. I heard the stranger enjoying herself as you tied my hands to the handrail behind me. Although you gave your tie one last jerk before deeming the job finished, the restraint was more symbolic than physical.

Going to your knees in front of me, you disappeared under the satin skirt of my floor-length gown. I leaned back towards the wall and spread my legs wide for you. I watched your head bobbing and felt your warm hands on me. I felt you push aside my panties and lick my clit. Your warm tongue breathed life into me. You lipped my soft rose petals, tempting them to bloom for you. 

I heard you laugh wickedly as a moan escaped my lips. Extracting yourself from my skirts, you looked me in the eyes. 

"We must be quiet," you said. "Voices echo." 

You stood and kissed me softly. I hoped that your kisses would quench the fires you lit, when I felt a hand creeping up my skirts. I tasted myself on you and basked in your heat. My breath caught when I noticed that although you're tall and have long arms, your arms are not long enough to allow you to kiss me and reach under my floor-length dress at the same time. Looking down I saw the black haired stranger's arm moving up my dress as she fitted your clothed cock in her mouth. I was so focused on you that I didn't notice her move toward us.

She looked up at us hungrily. Her fingers, buried inside of me, twisted and tickled my sensitive spot. I heard my juices squelch as she brought me to rapture. After experiencing a small orgasm, I told you to help her out. Staring at me with disbelief, you complied with my order. I watched as you opened your pants and I felt a wave of satisfaction when you didn't bother removing your clothing for her. After putting a condom onto your released cock, you pulled the woman so she faced away from you. As you quickly entered her from behind, you stared at me challengingly. 

"Don't cum inside her: that is mine!" I warned as my juices began to soak my panties. After a dozen rough thrusts, the woman screamed that she's climaxing then fell wearily to the floor. Ripping the condom off, you stalked toward me. Grabbing my legs, you pushed my full skirt to my hips.

"Is this what you want?" you grunted at me. You pushed aside my panties. I felt your exposed penis enter me. Its warmth flooded my body. Wrapping my legs around you, I tried to draw you in deeply but you moved slowly and shallowly. I heard my fluids moving as they tried to welcome you, but you refused to fully penetrate me.

I grasped you with my legs as if I could hold you forever. Still the length of your rod separated us. You gasped as the woman pulled your pants to your ankles and sucked your balls. One sinewy hand snaked up your boxers as she rubbed your asshole.

Suddenly you rammed yourself fully into me with no regard for the stranger's comfort. When you entered me deeply, I felt the stranger's head between my thighs. I imagined her hair sticky with my fluids. After a few sharp thrusts, she was no longer between us. My eyes closed, I almost forgot where we were. 

Grasping the handrail to which I was tied, I tried to forestall my climax. I buried my head into your chest and attempted to regulate my breathing. You pounded into me with such heat and intensity that I could no longer control myself. Throwing my head back, I howled until your mouth covered mine

I felt you spurt inside me, your hot fluids adding to my continuing pleasure. Sweaty and reddened by the heat, you quickly unbound my hands, which I immediately wrapped around you. The stranger sat forgotten on the floor.

After we exchanged a few more teasing touches and kisses, the woman asked to clean you off. Thinking she had a tissue or handkerchief, I moved aside to let her at your soft member. I was surprised when she began licking and sucking you. Happy whimpers escaped her throat. 

Without warning, you pulled back. Looking boldly at me, you told me that this was my job. I slid my back against the wall until I was eyes to "eye" with you. Leaning on the wall and gripping the handrail, you looked down at me and smiled. I winked up at you before taking your flaccid member in my mouth and I tried to wake the sleeping beast. 

Gently, I rolled you around my mouth, massaging you with my tongue. I smelled the stranger in your pubic hair and although I told you to help her out, I felt jealousy seethe within me – jealousy to which I had and have no right. Burying my face deeper into you, I grabbed your ass and pulled you closer to block out the black haired stranger. I wanted you alone for myself. I felt you grow stiff inside my mouth. I began to suck as if I could remove the memory of the stranger from you.

Stepping back, you looked down at me. Could you read my thoughts? You smiled tenderly at me and pulled me to my feet. 

Wrapping your arms gently around me, you stated, "That was for lust. This will be for longing. Longing for happiness. Longing for fulfillment. Longing for the light at the end of the tunnel." Gently you kissed me before removing the last of your clothing. Balling them, you tossed them into the corner. The stranger looked on greedily, but you had intentionally spoken so she could hear. Glaring at us, she sulked in the corner.

After you lowered yourself to your knees, you were barely a head shorter than I. I wrapped my arms around your neck and rested my head upon yours. Holding you tight, I knew that the longing would be fulfilled, not forever, but for now.

Cupping your face in my hands, I kissed you softly on the forehead, on each eye, on the nose and on the mouth. I rubbed my cheek against yours and felt the beginning of your stubble. I breathed in your musk and knew that "for now" is all anyone has and all I needed.

Slowly you stood without breaking eye contact with me. Your hands deftly unzipped my gown, which rustled softly to the floor. Your fingers unfastened my garters and pulled my damp panties from my legs. You stopped me from removing my bra and unclasped that yourself. The two of us stood holding each other with only our skin between us.

The dark haired woman's breath echoed loudly in the small elevator. From the corner of my eye, I saw her remove her own clothing as we held each other. I closed my eyes and inhaled your warm, musky scent. Your heart beat in time with my own. I clung to you as tears fell from my eyes. 

After making bedding of our discarded clothing, you eased me onto the floor. All the while, our mouths continued kissing and our hands explored. You positioned yourself between my open thighs and entered me slowly. 

My hands rubbed your back and my mouth covered your chest with kisses. Our sighs intermingled. Carefully you pushed yourself deeper inside me. You made sure that as feral as our first joining was, our second was just as tranquil. 

Perhaps we were joined for a minute or perhaps it was a year. We climaxed while holding tightly to one another. A part of me wanted to know if we had good timing or if you waited for me, but in the end it didn't matter. For now, the longing was satisfied.



Lust and Longing



What had come over her? She wondered. How had she let things get so out of control? All she wanted to do was see if the cute guy that had been ogling her the past few months had the balls to actually do anything about it, but somehow she had pushed him too far. 

And now look at me, Cassidy moaned in her own mind. I'm leading a virtual stranger by the hand to my apartment. Cassidy knew this wasn't like her. She had always been the cautious type, and never one to give into petty urges or lose control of a situation. But now Cassidy felt like she was on a one way train track to either complete nirvana or disaster. Strangely, she didn't care. This one, Cassidy decided, was worth the risk.

This was especially true considering what he had done to her back in the elevator. Her knees still wobbled as she tried to concentrate just on walking the rest of the way to her apartment door. She fumbled for her keys in her purse as the gray-plaster walls began to weave and the cheep chandelier light fixtures seemed to sway with her.

Strong arms caught her around the waist, steadying her. She paused a moment, leaning into them for support. She felt the rise and fall of his firm chest, and even the soft thumping of his heart. He was still warm and a bit sweaty from being stuck in the elevator.

It was an experience she would never forget. His tongue, his lips, and indeed his very voice had filled her slick center until she had climaxed with more vigor than she had in a long time. And she wanted more.

She finally found the keys as she glanced up into his patiently waiting green-hazel eyes. She wished she hadn't because she almost melted again before she even got the door open. 

Once inside, and the door closed safely behind them, they assaulted each other with a fervent kiss. Cassidy moaned deeply and Trenton matched her by inhaling and taking her breath away. She backpedaled toward the bedroom as his hands tore at her blouse, exposing her peanut-butter creamy breasts and black lacy bra.

She giggled as she lead him by the hand, kicking off her annoying heels along the way. She felt the stubble of his five-o-clock shadow on the back of her neck as he tossed her hair aside and nibbled on an ear. She could feel his arousal disrupting the cloth of her skirt on her ass behind her, and she began to have doubts about making it to the bedroom, of which the door to was still three steps away.

His mouth latched onto her neck from behind, and she felt a large hand work its way inside her bra as he caressed a breast. Another hand slid down, down, across her belly and finally to the hem of her skirt as he slowly unzipped it along the side. 

To her right was her small kitchen inlet. It wasn't much more than a stove, oven, dishwasher, and refrigerator with a small sink and counter, but it had served her well. She stumbled over to the counter and braced her hands on it for support as Trenton's hands continued to work their magic and his very excited bulge continued to tease her ass through the fabric of both his pants and her panties. 

Her delicately light glasses fell from her nose as she pitched forward. She tried to recover them but Trenton spun her around, grinning broadly as his hands clasped to her shoulders. 

"I can't believe this is happening," he said to her happily. "It's like a dream."

She kissed him, biting on his bottom lip and sucking it outward with a wet smack.

"Trenton," Cassidy said sweetly. "I love this new confidence. I mean I really, really loooove it. But maybe . . . I mean . . . I think we should slow down . . . I mean we just met, right?"

"I feel like I've known you for months," Trenton said with a small frown, clearly disappointed. "I know that sounds crazy though, and of course I'll respect your wishes."

He smiled at her. Somehow, even his smile made her melt a little inside. She watched as he began to try to button up his shirt, but he frowned when he realized he was missing a few buttons that somehow got lost in the fray. Cassidy could see through the gap in his shirt that Trenton was lean and tanned, and he obviously took good care of himself. He wasn't overbearing in his body like some of those guys that seemed to live at the gym, either, which was a good thing in her mind. He was so cute to her right now, like a confused puppy, that she just had to laugh.

Cassidy caught him by the hand, leading him into the living room. She picked a remote off a small side table next to her large, green couch, and pointed it at her stereo system. A light R&B song from the 90's began to play. It was one of those boy groups that always had a guy with a deep voice saying romantic sounding things in the middle of the song. Cassidy had always had a soft spot for that type of thing, and Trenton's deep voice drove her crazy.

"Dance with me," she commanded soothingly. Trenton obeyed, and she was surprised at what a good dancer he was as he led her in a slow circle. She lay her head on his chest as they danced, and she was amazed at how his heart seemed to harmonize with the music. 

They stayed that way for two more songs. With each new note, with each new melody, Cassidy began to feel her spirits rise. It felt so right being there with him. She was hungry, but she had completely forgotten about food. Instead she was hungry for something else.

The music changed again, and as a female artist began to sing another classic favorite, Cassidy surprised him by sliding down the length of his body. She kept her eyes on his the whole time, and she watched him hold his breath as she worked his zipper down, reached into his fly, and began to massage his rock hard shaft through his briefs. 

She smiled wickedly as she worked the fleshy pole free so that it stuck out through the fly. He was big, and yet she wasn't intimidated. She could tell he was big just from the feel of it trough his pants, but actually seeing it made her eyes light up. 

She began to stroke him softly, and he seemed uncertain what to do with his hands. At last he decided on caressing her cheek and jaw line, and Cassidy thought the gesture was sweet, but she wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. She teased the tip with a gentile lick before stroking him with a gentile hand again. When his legs began to shake, she took him into her mouth at last. But she only gave him one long suck, before letting the shaft pop free from the side of her cheek. When he sighed deeply in mild frustration, Cassidy decided he had been tortured enough. 

She worked his pants and briefs down, and he stepped out of them. Then she began to suck him hungrily. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could, and tried to relax as she wrapped her lips around his member. She moaned deep in her throat as she corkscrewed her head slightly while she sucked. 

Eventually, Trenton collapsed onto the couch, unable to stand. Cassidy followed him, moaning in triumph. Trenton groaned and hissed in ecstasy as Cassidy began sucking his balls and stroking his shaft rapidly. 

"Oh, Cassidy!" Trenton moaned with his eyes tightly shut.

Meanwhile, Cassidy's free hand moved of its own accord as it slid to her hot and moist clit. She rolled her panties down and began pleasuring herself. As she worked toward her own climax, her moans grew louder, and Trenton grimaced as he tried to hold onto his sanity.

Cassidy sensed victory and popped her bra-strap so she could slide her creamy soft breasts around Trenton's member. She let her chest rise and fall rapidly on his cock as she squeezed her breasts together. Trenton clawed at the fabric of the couch as he stared at her with his mouth hanging open. She gave him an open mouthed smile and licked her lips teasingly. 

She squealed as he pinched her nipples, and the feel of his shaft sliding easily in her cleavage excited her and sent shivers down her spine. It wasn't long before she felt his thighs tighten while he groaned and yelled her name loudly. He came in a fountain of white sticky material that coated her breasts and left sprinkles on her cheeks. Even though she knew it was coming she shut her eyes reflexively.

"Holy Shit!" Trenton panted as he tried to catch her breath. "S-sorry I should have warned you, but . . . wow!"

Cassidy laughed as she went to find something in the kitchen to towel off with. She rubbed the sticky material and regarded it as a sort of trophy, before cleaning herself quickly. She watched him for a moment; his eyes were closed as he relaxed on the couch, trying to catch his breath. God how she wanted him! But should she go that far so soon? Would he even be able to recover after that? He had cum so much!

She sat on the couch next to him, now completely naked, and draped her arms around his neck before kissing him softly on the cheek. He turned to her and smiled.

"You really are amazing," he said softly. "Are you hungry? I could order something."

"Kind of," Cassidy shrugged. "I could just stay like this with you, though, for hours."

She lay her head on his shoulder and sighed. She noticed right away that he was still semi-hard. Curiously, she touched him again. He was still slick with his cum, and as she stroked him slowly she was surprised how he responded immediately.

"Oh, Cassidy!" he groaned. "If you do that, I won't be able to stop myself. We can stop now, this is more than I ever expect-"

She kissed him, both to get him to stop fidgeting and worrying and also because she wanted to. As she rolled her tongue past his lips she knew that her real hunger would never be satisfied until she had felt him inside her. She couldn't explain why, but she had felt driven by her life and her career for so long that she had never wasted time on love. All she knew is that she needed this- needed him.

"What happened to taking it slow?" He panted.

She gave him a lopsided malicious smile. "That was slow enough. Now are you going to put out, or what?"

Trenton laughed, but it turned into a gasp as she kissed his neck, and then let her tongue trail to his nipples. Her hand continued to stroke his slick member faster and faster. It hardened to its full throbbing size in moments, and she grinned. Her eyes went wide as he groaned and tackled her to the couch. 

She squealed girlishly and blushed as she wrapped her legs around his waste. She could feel his fingers tease the insides of her thighs, and she shivered as his moth latched onto one her nipples. Her nails dug at his back as his teeth nipped at her and scraped over those most sensitive areas. He gave each breast equal treatment, and her breath caught in her thought as she felt his fingers parting her labia, sliding inside her, and finally twisting and teasing her. 

She locked her heels into the small of his back and ran her fingers through his hair. That's when she felt it. A hard warmth at her entrance. His eyes locked with hers, and he grinned. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing to her. Then the warmth was gone, and she moaned.

"Please . . ." she breathed. "Please don't tease me, I need you now."

She shuddered to the core as he penetrated her slightly. But he stopped, and as she arched her hips to invite him inside her more, he matched her movement.

"Damn it!" she cursed. 

He kissed her mouth, and she forgot her frustration. He broke the kiss with a smack, and she remembered suddenly that he was so close to where she wanted -- where she needed him but still holding back.

"Ask nicely," he chided.

She gave a low laugh between her short gasping breaths. "Fuck me, now! Damn it!"

At last, he obliged, but agonizing slowly. She could feel him filling her, spreading her, one torturous inch at a time. Her mouth opened in a soundless "O" as she struggled to keep her sanity. She shuddered as he began to withdraw, and her hips bucked to try and keep him to herself. 

"Oh wow," Trenton sighed. "I . . . Cassidy . . . wow."

"Yes, baby," Cassidy allowed. And she pressed her hands into his chest as she glanced at the place of their joining. "Please, keep going."

Trenton began thrusting, pumping her at a slow rhythm. Each slap of his body into hers sent shockwaves through her body. She tried to make noise, tried to let him know how good it felt, but all she could do was choke on her own voice. She felt him adjust his hips as he tried different angles, tried different rhythms. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his thumb brushing her clit as he thrust into her. Then she finally screamed. She kept moaning and screaming as he began slamming into her.

His hands cradled her ass, and he hefted her legs onto his shoulders as he used his weight to penetrate her with crushing thrusts. She felt a pressure building in her gut as he pounded her, and he began to tremble severely as he bit his lip. 

Cassidy realized he was holding back as long as he could. And she clawed his strong stomach and tightened her center as much as she could as she glared into his eyes. She knew if he came it would set her off, and she begged him for it.

"Come on, Trenton! Cum! I need you to fill me. I don't think you can hold back much longer . . .can you . . ."

"Ah!" Trenton gasped.

"Yes!" Cassidy barked.

"Ah...ooooh .. . yah!"

"Yes, cum baby!" she cried.

And he did. With a thunderous cry he released everything he had left into her. The new warmth caused her body to spasm, and Cassidy cried out hoarsely as her body sent electric pleasure through every fiber of her being.

Trenton collapsed on top of her, and she kept her legs tightly wrapped around him, encouraging him to stay joined with her. He felt so good, smothering her like a big firm blanket. One that was still giving her tremors of pleasure as the waves of the past moment subsided. 

Cassidy rolled him over; staying joined with him, and ground her hips as she looked into his blissful expression. She leaned in close and gave him a small kiss on the lips. 

"Stay the night with me," she said softly as she absentmindedly stroked his firm chest.

"I'm not done with you yet."

Trenton smiled.

"Why Miss Cassidy, are you using me?" 

"Maybe," Cassidy said with a wink. "And if you're lucky I'll let you use me too."

He laughed, and they cuddled together until the next time he was ready, forgetting once again about food or the unforgiving world outside.



Lust and Love



I decided that tonight I would fulfill one of my fantasies with my boyfriend, Mike.  I love him to death, but I can't help lusting over him.  We met a few years ago at an underground gothic sort of club in New York City.  From then on, it's been pure extasy.

   See now Mike is sheer beauty.  He's about 6'1 with a tall, slender frame.  He's got that grunge-punk rock type of look, which I dig.  He wears mostly black jeans, with a long sleeve black shirt, complete with wallet chains and tiny silver balled ID necklaces. I fell in love with his chin-length dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes the first night I ever met him.

   I on the other hand, I have more of an innocent look in contrast to my 'bad boy' boyfriend.  I'm about 5'5 with long curly light brown hair.  Mike always tells me that my almond shaped light brown eyes are almost hypnotic.  I have an average body type, proportional and athletic.

   I decided I would surprise Mike when he got here, and do something completely spontaneous.  I wanted the air to have a romantic aura, so I lit about 100 candles and placed sheer red fabric over the lamps to dim the lights.  I sprinkled red rose petals all over the bed and made a trail from the door.  I put on my black leather corset teddy, crotchless panties, with a black garter and black thigh high stockings to dazzle Mike.

    He came by around 8o'clock and the moon was already out and the sky was a midnight black. I heard him open the door.

"Hello? Alexia, are you home? Heeeelllo?"

He followed the trail from the door and I could see him standing in the doorway, shocked. His eyes were sparkling as he watched me lying on the bed with my black teddy, surrounded by rose petals.

"Hey Mike," I said

"What's all this for?" He replied.

He took off his socks and boots and crawled onto the bed on top of me.  I rested my hand on the side of his cheek and smiled.

"No reason."

He jerked his face forward slightly and kissed me.  I pulled off his black t-shirt and our kisses became more sudden. He began kissing my neck, down to my cleavage and then back up to my lips.  I pulled away from his kiss.

"Mike, are you willing to try something with me?"

"Maybe"

"Regardless of the pain?"

"Alright, as long as pleasure is involved."

"Definitely." I smiled.

I turned over so I would be on top of him, and I began licking his chest and pinching his nipples.  I moved down further and began undoing his belt and zipper.  Then, I slowly pulled down his jeans and boxers.

I grabbed a rose petal from off the bed and brought it up to his forehead.  I slowly began tickling him down his body.  From his cheeks, to his chest, around his nipples, encircling his organ, and then down from his inner thighs to his toes.

I knew how hot he was, he loved how I teased him, and this whole scenario was enough to make him melt.  I decided to skip the foreplay and just get down to work.  I rested my pussy on top of his cock without it inserted.  I slowly began rubbing back and forth all while staring him straight in the eye.  I could see him lifting his head as he layed back and his long hair falling into his eyes.  It was the sexiest sight.  I lifted myself slightly and positioned his cock at my entrance.  I began shifting back and forth slowly on his cock, trying to maintain control.  I began to pick up pace and just hearing him moan drove me wild.  I slowed a bit and reached over to the night table and grabbed two candles.  Mike looked at me in curiousity but I just kept rocking backing forth on his cock.  I began going really fast and I could tell he was close.  I raised the candle high over him and poured it all over his chest.  His piercing scream drove me insane.  I handed him the candle and slowly turned over so he would be on top.  He began pounding his cock into my pussy and I knew we were both extremely close to climaxing.  Then he looked down at me, with his hair covering his face and poured the candle wax all down my chest.  I screamed in pleasure from the pain and orgasmed.  Mike was right behind me as he sreamed right into my ear.  Our bodies couldn't stop shaking and Mike gave me a few more hypnic thrusts and we were...spent.



Lust and Love



Note: This is a continuation of the story "Lust." I recommend reading that story to better enjoy this. Any comments would be appreciated.

*

I woke up feeling the warmth of Sarah sleeping next to me and thought about the wild and lusty hours we enjoyed. Was this a fantasy come true—meeting a sexy beautiful woman in an empty bar in the middle of nowhere—two strangers seducing each other and ending up fucking each others' brains out in a seedy motel? But here I was listening to her quiet breathing next to me. I glanced at her sleeping on her stomach, a thin sheet covering us. 

It was four am according to the red numbers on the small digital clock radio on top of the TV. I got up quietly to go the bathroom to pee, washed my hands and glanced at myself in the florescent lighted mirror, looking into my eyes, wondering where this surprising meeting would end. Would we go our separate ways in the morning and that would be it? Was it destiny that we met, like Sarah thought, or just random luck, a haphazard coincidence with no meaning? Would our passion lead us where we never imagined or anticipated and I wondered do we control our lives or does life control us?

I shook my head at my unanswerable questions, ran my fingers through my shaggy, long grey hair then over my beard. All I knew was the present and the past. The future--where I was heading, with or without Sarah, was a big unknown. 

As I walked back to the bed, I looked at Sarah asleep on her stomach, noticing how luscious her round ass looked under the sheet, how her legs were spread apart, causing the sheet to fall between her legs. Suddenly, I had the urge to lay on top of her with my cock on her ass, the thin sheet between us. I wanted to wake her slowly from her sleep, uncertain how she would respond, but I had a feeling she would love nice slow wake up sex and then fall back to sleep. 

I got on the bed between her legs, spread just enough for me to crawl through and lay down on her back, my cock pressed against the crack of her ass through the sheet. I felt her stir slightly as I lay on top of her as still as possible but soon moved her dark hair aside and kissed her neck and shoulder, feeling her twitch. I kissed her other shoulder then licked her neck, moving my tongue to her ear, slowly licking her ear lobe.

She squirmed and I pressed my cock harder against her ass, the barrier of the sheet tantalizing me and I hoped would soon be tantalizing her. I continued licking her ear very slowly, holding her hair aside, then whispered in her ear, "I want to fuck you." 

She murmured a soft mmmmmmm and squirmed, causing my cock to get harder and press a little deeper into the crack of her ass. I kissed and licked her neck gently causing her to murmur and squirm more. I loved how her ass felt on my cock through the sheet as we both moved slowly, her soft murmuring and slow squirming getting a little faster as I pressed my cock harder, grinding it into her ass, loving how aroused we were both getting. 

I then reached up and pulled the sheet off of her shoulder, lifting myself so that the sheet was just below her ass. I pressed my cock deeper into her crack. Her murmuring and moaning got louder as she squirmed under me, my chest on her warm back. I quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it under her stomach and then grabbed hers and did the same, elevating her. She kept her eyes closed but welcomed the pillows by slowly lifting herself. 

Sarah didn't say a word but her guttural moaning got louder when I moved her legs farther apart with my knee, grinding my cock deeper into her ass crack causing her to squirm and moan even more. I then grasped my cock in my hand and started to slowly move the tip up and down her wet pussy lips. She squirmed harder, moaning louder as I moved my cock from her clit to the edge of her pussy, slowly entering her each time I moved.

The tip if my cock just inside her wet pussy lips felt so intense, it was all I could do not to just take her, but I wanted the sensation of our fucking to last for a long, excruciating time. With each slow moving of my cock up and down her wet pussy, I entered deeper, slowly pulling out then entering with a slow short thrust, each time opening her pussy more to me. Sarah responded by moving her ass slowly, my cock going deeper with each squirm and thrust. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm, this is so good, so good," she murmured, softly. 

"I love your pussy," I whispered in her ear as I slowly moved deeper, each slow push opening up her tight pussy until I filled her, loving how she was gripping my cock. I was now all the way in and lay still, my cock deep in her pussy. The sensation of her soft, warm wetness was so intense.

"Oh baby you feel so big in me," she said softly as she squirmed slowly, her pussy clutching my cock.

I lay still, enjoying the tight, wet warmth. We lay like that for several minutes, moaning softly, savoring the intense sensation. I then started to slowly move in a small circular motion and Sarah responded by moving slowly with me. 

"Mmmmmmmmm oh baby, this so good. You feel so good," she whispered. 

"I love this," I whispered in her ear. The small, slow, swirling motion of my cock deep in her tight pussy was intense. 

"I've never been fucked like this," she moaned. "I don't want it to ever end."

After several minutes of that slow moving deep in her pussy, I started to swirl a little faster, our screwing movements growing more intense as our need to cum kept building. 

"Oh fuck, I can't stand this. Oh baby, fuck me, fuck me harder. Harder! I have to cum. Please! Make me cum!"

I was determined to go slowly and let the need to explode build slowly. I kept my cock moving in the small screwing motion. 

Sarah lifted herself off the pillows, moving her ass in a faster, swirling motion, but I increased my weight on her holding her down, trying to keep her still. Sarah started to buck against me harder and faster and I could feel how hot and desperate she was getting. 

"Ohhhhhh please, please, fuck me harder," she said, turning to face me. "Please. Please, I can't stand this."

She was bucking against me harder, trying to get me to fuck her harder, but I kept my cock deep in her pussy. Her pushing against me and begging me made it impossible not to respond to her need to cum. I was feeling the urge to cum too and so I slowly pulled out and thrust my cock slowly back in, doing everything I could to slowly increase our need to cum. After a few slow but harder thrusts, I pulled all the way out and rammed my cock deep and hard into her pussy, causing her to gasp. 

"Oh yes fuck me! fuck me! Give it to me!"

Her screaming for my cock drove me over the edge. I lost all control and rammed my cock into her, pulled out and thrust into her pussy as hard as I could, driving her body into the pillows. She was still arched over the pillows as my cock went in and out, harder and faster, both of us on the verge of exploding. Suddenly, I felt her body shudder. "OHHHHHHHHHFUCK! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMING" she screamed as a huge orgasm swept over her. I kept thrusting, knowing I was on the verge of exploding with her. 

"DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!" she screamed as I thrust harder and faster, pounding her pussy with all my strength and suddenly my cock swelled with cum, just as she yelled, "OHHHHHH MY GOD I'M CUMMMMMMMMIN AGAIN!" and another violent orgasm swept over her. At the same time, my cock erupted like a volcano and my cum burst forth like hot lava, filling her pussy and spilling out on to the pillow beneath her. I could not believe how intense my orgasm was as spurt after spurt gushed into her dripping pussy. 

I collapsed on her. She was still arched over the pillow, both of us gasping and panting as we came back to earth. Neither of us spoke as we lay there recovering from our slow quiet pleasuring that built to a wild passionate crescendo of screams and orgasms. 

"Hope you don't mind a little wake up call," I whispered in her hear as I lay on her. 

"You can wake me up like that anytime," she said, turning her face to me. 

I rolled off of her and kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. "Let's get a little more sleep then get some breakfast at the diner down the road.

"Good idea. I love diner food," she said. She kissed me then turned and within minutes we were both a sleep. 

I woke to the sound of the shower and saw that the place next to me was empty. I got up and went into the bathroom. Sarah heard me and moved the curtain aside. "Come on in the water's great," she said.

I got in and took the soapy wash cloth from her. I turned her facing away from me and began washing her back and shoulders, then moved down to her ass and between her legs, washing the inside of her thighs. I moved my hand under her spread legs and placed the wash cloth on her pussy then dropped the wash cloth and replaced it with my middle finger, pulling her ass against me cock. My other hand grabbed one of her tits and began playing with it under the cascading water. I kissed her shoulder as we stood there in the steamy shower, my finger moving deep in her pussy.

She wiggled against me and I started grinding my cock into the crack of her ass. I placed another finger in her pussy, moving it in and out and she leaned back against my chest, arching slightly and pushing her self harder against my fingers. . My other hand grasped her tit and begin pinching and twisting her nipple. 

Sarah then bent forward, placing her hands on the tiled wall. She spread her legs wider apart and turned to face me. We didn't have to speak-- her lust filled eyes told me what she wanted. I took my fingers from her pussy, grabbed her hips and thrust my cock into her wide open pussy as she bent over, pushing her self on to my cock. Her screaming echoed in the shower as I rammed my cock into her dripping pussy, the water pouring down on both of us. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh baby! Fuck me! Fuck me hard. I love it," she yelled. Her wet hair hung down over her the front of her face as she lowered her head. With her hands flat against the wall, her strong arms pushing her body on to my cock as hard as she could, I knew I wouldn't last long and felt my cum boiling in my balls ready to explode. 

Suddenly, Sarah screamed, "I'm cummmmmmmmmmmming, "Ohhhhhhhhh shit I'm cummmmmmming! Keep fucking me! Oh baby, don't stop! Oh fuck I love how you fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck here it comes!" I felt her whole body tremble and quiver as an orgasm swept over her. I continued to ram my cock into her dripping pussy and felt my cock swell as she pushed herself against my swollen cock and that was it—my whole body shook as a huge thrilling orgasm rolled through me and my cock exploded, gushing my cum into her pussy. Both of us were screaming at the top of our lungs, I'M CUMMMMMMMMMING!" 

I was bent over her back as the water poured down on us. I then lifted her up and turned her to face me and we kissed each other madly, our tongues devouring each others' tongues as we held each other tightly. 

I pulled my mouth away. We looked into each others eyes, through our wet hair. "Whew," I sighed. "That was so wild," I managed to say. 

I turned the water off and reached outside for a towel, and handing her a towel and got one for myself and we dried each others bodies. She then dashed for the bed and fell down on her back and I followed and lay down on top of her. We kissed again. I then looked down at her, our eyes meeting.

"I think I worked up an appetite for a good breakfast. How about you?" I asked. 

"I'm famished," she said. "Let's get going." 

She pushed me off and hopped up, grabbed her jeans and squirmed into them. She then went to her back pack and pulled out a black turtle neck sweater. She slipped on her sandals, ran a brush through her wet hair. I put on my jeans and a fresh t-shirt from my bag and just like that we were out the door. 

I loved her spontaneity and within five minutes we were walking into Duffy's Diner. It was early morning and a few customers were at the counter, hovering over coffee, but all the booths were empty. As we walked to a table, a plump waitress with bright red lipstick called to us --"Sit anywhere, folks and I'll bring you some coffee."

We took our seats at a booth towards the rear and just as we sat down she brought us two mugs of coffee and handed us menus. 

"I know what I want," I said. "Make it two eggs up, rye toast and home fries."

"How 'bout you, miss," the waitress asked as she wrote down my order.

"Same," Sarah said, "except make mine over easy." 

When the waitress walked away, Sarah said, "I love diner food." 

We picked up our coffee mugs and clicked them, smiling at each other. "To luck," Sarah said, looking into my eyes.. 

"To luck," I repeated and took a sip of the hot coffee and let out a big "ahhhhhhh." 

Sarah took a sip of her coffee and also said, "Ahhhhhhhh" and we both laughed. "I love coffee," she said, taking another sip, then put her mug down and looked at me. "So Thom, what's your story? Who are you? I know you love to fuck but I want to know you." 

I laughed at her directness. "Yeah, we didn't do much talking last night, did we?" "True, but I can tell a lot about a man by how he fucks," she said. "And I already know a lot about you from that. But like I said, I'm insatiable, I want more of you—a lot more so tell me your story." 

"I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours," I said. 

"Okay, that's fair," she said, taking another sip of her coffee. 

"I'm a writer....novels, poetry. I was divorced two years ago, pretty friendly. We decided not to be in each other's movie anymore. I live in a cabin in Maine, off the grid, a simple, quiet life. I used to teach but am retired now and doing what I've always wanted to do, just write everyday."

"Wow! Off the grid. Cool! Sarah nodded. "It's good that you can write everyday." 

"I'm actually pretty shy," I continued, "so what happened with us last night was pretty different for me. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. It just seemed that when you walked in, something took over and I immediately knew I wanted you." 

"Me, too. I'm actually very shy, too, believe it or not," Sarah said. "But when I saw you, it was more than lust at first sight," she added and laughed. "I've never hit on a guy like that but I really wanted something to happen when I saw you. I can't explain it. It was very unlike me."

"Maybe it was just being in a bar in the middle of nowhere and we were strangers and we just let go of our inhibitions. There's something exciting about anonymous sex—no strings, just lust," I said. 

Just then the waitress came and put our breakfast down. We stopped talking so she wouldn't hear what we were saying. We nodded thanks and continued talking as soon as she walked away.

"Yes, I know what you mean about anonymous sex, but I've had that—one night stands, but meeting you in the bar last night was different."

Different?" I asked. 

"Yes, I was immediately attracted to you. I can't explain it. After I broke up with this guy last year, I just went into hibernation. For over a year, I wouldn't let anything like this happen, though I have had the opportunity with guys flirting and buying me a drink." She took a deep swallow of her coffee and put her cup down on the table and looked into my eyes. 

"What was different?" I asked. 

"It was intuition. When our eyes met and I felt a smile come over me, I knew I wanted you. I hadn't felt that urge for a man in over a year so I just followed my intuition."

"Are you sure you weren't just horny—I mean after over a year of not fucking."

"Positive. I wasn't horny when I walked in but when I saw you, I got really turned on, but, like I said, it was more than lust."

"You were dressed pretty provocatively" I said, "Like you wanted action. Those tight jeans and tank top didn't leave much to the imagination."

"I like being sexy," Sarah said. "I love my body and I love my mind and I like being in control." 

"Are you a tease?" I asked.

"Maybe, I guess so. Yes, I like turning guys on. But lately, like I said. I've been in a kind of hibernation. Still, I like when guys look at me but I never let anything happen." 

"That's pretty dangerous isn't it—turning guys on--teasing?" I asked. 

"Yes and that's exciting to me. The danger," she said. "But like I said, I am always in control. No one fucks me unless I want it."

"You're pretty complicated," I said.

"Yes and you like that don't you," she said. "I could tell you liked when I said I was insatiable and you said you were going to make me beg me to stop—you liked the challenge and that's when I was sure you were someone I could be interested in---the first guy in a long time." She paused and looked me in the eye. "You weren't afraid of me and you knew you could control me-- that excited me very much. Most men are afraid of me."

"Why did that excite you?" I asked. 

"Because you made me your slut," she said. "I'm not a slut but no one has ever reached that secret place in me, a place I keep hidden and you got me so out of my mind with lust, I wanted you to fuck me into oblivion. I wanted to give my whole body to you. I wanted to lose control with you. I felt how generous and powerful you are. You gave me what I needed, something no one else has."

"So, what's your story, Sarah?" I asked, taking a bite of my toast. "I'm curious how you came to be so complicated." 

"I grew up in a very conservative family in New Jersey, you know, church every Sunday, choir practice on Thursday nights. I was expected to be a good girl and not have sex until I was married, but I loved to sing jazz and I took modern dance and performed in high school musicals. I liked letting loose in my singing and dancing." She took a bite of her eggs and toast, a sip of coffee and looked at me. "But I lost my virginity at a party in the back of this guy's car and loved the feeling and so I dated him and we fucked a lot. My good girl days were behind me." She paused, took a sip of her coffee. 

"What do you mean, your good girl days were behind you?" I asked then took a bite of my eggs.

"I realized that I didn't like being a good girl and living other people's expectations. I loved sex and pleasure and left home to go to college—actually I went to art school and though I still loved to dance and sing, painting and pottery became my passion. I'm an artist and have a studio in Soho." 

"Great," I said. "So you followed your passion, too, like me."

"I loved the freedom of being on my own in New York. I met some cool guys but you know, I found that the guys I fucked, we're disappointments after awhile--selfish and egotistical. I wanted more than they could give me, more than just fucking." 

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I wanted a man who really knew me and cared about me and didn't just want to get their rocks off," she said. "I mean I love fucking, you know that already, but none of them satisfied me in a way I need, so I about a year ago after I broke up with this guy, I decided I wasn't going to have sex until I met a guy who I thought was right for me. I didn't want to waste my time and so I threw myself into my painting and I haven't fucked anyone in over a year until last night."

"Really, I'm flattered," I said.

"I stopped looking for the right guy. I stopped going to bars, to parties, to places just to meet guys and said the right guy is going to come along when I least expect it—no more prowling, no more games."

"That's really interesting," I said, taking the last bite of my eggs. "After my divorce, I decided the same thing. I wasn't going to look for anyone. I thought I would meet someone when I didn't expect it. It would just happen. I went to some parties and even looked on line, but I remembered reading that Indians when then went hunting, sat in one place and waited for the deer or whatever to come to them rather than to go off looking for prey. So that became my philosophy. I just wrote everyday, worked in my garden, read and believed one day the right woman would walk into my life."




Lust and Love



"That's so cool," Sarah said, looking at me and smiled. Our eyes explored each others eyes as we looked intently at each other--both of us thinking. She leaned back, running her fingers through her dark curly hair, causing her turtle neck shirt to strain against her tits. Her nipples stood out like little peaks. Looking at her made my cock get hard, but I wanted to keep talking. "God, she's beautiful, sexy and smart," I thought to myself as I looked at her. 

"So even though you weren't hunting last night, do you think it was destiny that I crossed your path and you captured me?"

"I told you I don't believe in destiny," I answered, "Our meeting was a fluke, an accident, a coincidence, but I'm glad we met. Very glad," I said. I paused and looked in to her eyes. "Do you feel captured?"

"I think we might have captured each other," she answered, smiling and biting her lower lip. 

"Is that good?" I asked.

"Maybe," she said. 

"Some hunters like to catch and then release and give animals back their freedom," I said.

"That's true, but maybe some hunters also like to make what they catch their pets," she said. 

"You don't seem like a woman who wants to be a man's pet," I said.

"It all depends on the man," she said, "and how good a master he is."

"Oh," I said. 

"He'd have to be able to handle a pretty wild animal-- "a wild, insatiable animal." She smiled at me, our eyes locked on each others eyes. 

"I like wildness in a woman," I said. "And you know I am just as insatiable as you."

"I know that and I know that my intuition about you might be right," she said. "I felt how generous a lover you are," she said. "I felt you cared about my pleasure and that you were completely there for me. I need that." 

"Does it bother you that I am so much older than you? I'm almost old enough to be your father."

"Your age doesn't bother me at all, in fact, I like older men and I like your beard and shaggy long hair," she said.

"Why do you like older men?" I asked.

"Experience, patience," she answered, smiling. "And you seem very youthful. "Your blue eyes have a twinkle and I liked how playful you were when we fucked." 

"Thank you," I said. I took a last sip of my coffee and pushed my empty plate aside.

"If I'm not careful, I could fall in love with you," she said. 

"But wouldn't that complicate your life?" I asked.

"Maybe but like I said, I follow my intuition."

"I follow mine, too," I said. I trust my intuition and am rarely wrong."

"I like that," she said. She leaned forward and took my hand in hers. We looked into each others eyes and smiled. I leaned forward and we kissed over the table. 

"Let's go back to the motel and test our intuition," she said. "I'm already wet." 

"Good idea," I said, reaching for my wallet. "We have a few more hours before we have to check out and I' m already hard from looking at your luscious tits." 

"You're such a bad boy," she said, smiling. 

"And you're such a naughty girl wearing such a tight shirt like that," I said. 

I put ten dollars on the table and we left. I waved to the waitress as we left. She walked in front of me and I loved how her ass looked as they strained her tight jeans.

When we got to the car, she stopped and kissed me. We hugged and smiled warmly at each other. She went around to the other side and got in. While we drove, she reached over and put her hand on my thigh, just below my hard cock. She then moved her hand and started rubbing the bulge in my jeans. I closed my eyes briefly from the sensation of her light touching.

"You like this, don't you, baby," she said, softly, looking at me. 

"Yes," I murmured, putting my hand on top of hers as she rubbed me. "But you better be careful. You're playing with fire."

"Oh yeah," she said. "What are you going to do to me?"

I turned and looked at her and smiled. "I'm going to drive you crazy, I said, looking into her eyes. She kept rubbing my cock. 

"You are, are you?" she said, squeezing my hard cock. "Well I plan on driving you crazy too," she said, smiling with a lusty look in her eyes. 

I pulled into the motel parking lot and parked in front of my room. We got out and walked up to the room. When I opened the door, I noticed the time was nine fifteen and check out time was noon. I had no idea what would happen when it was time to leave, where our passion for each other would take us, but I was taking it hour by hour. 

Once in the room, we stood still, looking at each other. We smiled as we looked into each others eyes. She could see the bulge in my jeans. 

"I think you're beautiful," I said.

"Thank you," she said with that slight smile she had when I first saw her in the bar. 

"You're not so bad yourself," she added, moving slowly towards me. 

I stepped towards her and took her in my arms. I hugged her and we kissed, lightly at first and then with more passion. My tongue opened her warm lips and our tongues touched and then moved with more intensity as our lust for each other grew. I then moved my hands down to her ass, gripping her firm round cheeks and pulled her to me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, crushing her tits against my chest and we moved together as if we were slow dancing, swaying and grinding against each other.

We continued kissing, holding each other close and grinding, both of us intuitively knowing we wanted a long, slow, intense morning of sensual pleasure.

"Oh baby, this feels so good," she whispered in my ear as I held her close, both of swaying and grinding. I held her ass, pressing my cock into her cunt. "Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned as we moved against each other. 

I moved my mouth to her neck, just above her collar bone and licked and kissed her. She lifted her shoulders slightly in response. She suddenly started humping her pussy harder against my cock, which made me hump and grind harder. 

I then moved her so that she was leaning against the edge of the bureau and unbuttoned her jeans, remembering she didn't have panties. Our eyes were fixed on each other as I pulled her jeans down over her hips. She squirmed as I moved them down her thigh. I then got on my knees, took off her sandals and pulled the jeans over her feet. She intuitively knew what I wanted and spread her legs wide apart, stretching her legs on either side of me, as she sat back on the edge of the bureau. I then leaned forward, kissing and licking her thigh just below her pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmmmbaby," she moaned. 

I could see her wet pussy and smell the wonderful pungent smell of her sex. I was intoxicated.

"Ohhhhhh baby. I love this. I love this," she said, pushing her pussy against my mouth. 

I loved how vocal she was and how it made me want to increase her pleasure as she responded with words and sounds. It was such a turn-on. 

I licked harder, moving my tongue slowly up and down her wet pussy lips. Her legs were wide apart, her pussy completely open to me. She then arched and pushed herself against my mouth, forcing my tongue deeper, then grabbing my hair and pulling me into her as she fucked my tongue, moaning, "Eat me, Eat me, yes oh yes eat my pussy mmmmmmmmmmbaby, I love it I love it I love it, eat me, eat me."

I loved how strong and passionate she was as I moved my mouth to her clit and started to suck and lick her there as she pushed harder against my mouth as if she wanted me to devour her. "Ohhhhhh my God," she said softly and then screamed when I sucked her clit. "I'M GOINGTO CUM!" she screamed, pushing her pussy harder against my mouth. I knew she was on the verge of cummming, but I suddenly surprised her by taking my mouth away from her pussy.

"Oh no! Don't stop! Don't stop!" she begged. 

I turned her around to face the bureau. She bent forward, her legs apart, her arms on the bureau, giving my mouth full access to her dripping pussy. I quickly continued licking from that angle--her round ass just above me as I licked her wet pussy with the flat of my tongue from her clit to her ass hole. I loved licking her pussy, my tongue moving up and down, lapping up her juicy cunt. She pushed back against my mouth and wiggled her ass so that my tongue went deeper. "Oh baby, baby this is so fucking hot," she said as my tongue went as deep into her pussy as I could get it, darting it in and out. Suddenly, she screamed, "OHHHHHH BABY! EAT ME! OHHHHHHH EAT ME! EAT ME! OHHHHHH BABY I'M GOING TO CUM! I'M GOING TO CUM!" 

Again I removed my tongue from her pussy and she screamed, NO! DON'T STOP! DON'T DO THIS TO ME. DON'T!"

I wanted to tease and prolong her being on the verge of cumming and quickly laid on my back on the carpeted floor. I pulled her down so that her legs straddled my head and her pussy came down on my mouth causing her to almost smother me. She was riding my mouth. I pushed backward so that she was arched causing her pussy to open more to my insistent tongue. 

As her body arched back, I saw her clit sticking out from its hood. I lifted my head, pressing my tongue harder against her pussy. My nose pressed against her clit as my tongue darted in and out, swirling around her pussy, driving her over the edge. Suddenly she screamed up at the ceiling, OHHHHHHH YES! YES! I'M CUMMMING OHH! BABY BABY! I CAN'T STAND IT!" Her whole body shook and quivered in a huge convulsion. Suddenly she fell forward, collapsing on the floor just above me. I got up on my knees as she lay on her stomach, gasping for air. Her legs were wide apart, trying to catch her breath, her luscious ass looked so delectable. 

I got on my knees and crawled up to her and kneeled between her open legs, looking down at her body. My cock was hard, straining in my jeans. I quickly took them off, releasing my cock. I moved forward and turned her so that she was now on her back. She was breathing heavily, her tits straining her tight shirt. I leaned over and kissed her, moving my fingers gently through her dark hair. She was still breathing heavily but she opened her eyes and smiled at me. 

I then pulled her up by the arms and we moved quickly to the bed. The sheets and blanket were all tangled from earlier in the morning. She lay down on her back and squirmed her way up the bed. I was between her open legs on my knees and she reached her arms up for me. My hard cock was straight out. I held it in my hand, and moved the tip of my cock up and down her pussy lips, teasing her and getting myself so hot I didn't think I would last much longer. 

"Please. Don't tease me. I want your cock. Fuck me hard," she said, grabbing my arms and trying to pull me into her. 

"Beg!" I said looking into her hungry eyes, wanting to tantalize her. 

"Fuck me! Please. I need to cum. Fuck me hard!" she cried. 

"Beg louder. Beg. Come on Sarah! Beg for it!" 

"FUCK ME! OHHHHHHH PLEASE! PLEASE! I NEED TO CUM!" She was reaching for me.

I moved my cock harder against her pussy lips and suddenly, she wrapped her legs around my back, and pulled me into her. 

""FUCK ME, DAMN IT!" she yelled. "NOW!"

Suddenly, she pushed me on to my back. I could not believe how strong she was as she took over and straddled me. My cock was straight up. She grabbed it, lifted herself up and came down hard on my cock. She placed her hands on my shoulders, pinning me to the bed and she lifted herself again and came down even harder, impaling her self on my cock again and again. 

"Okay, tough guy, you're all mine," she growled through clenched teeth as she rode my cock like a demon. 

She was riding me like she was galloping on a horse, going up and down, up and down, harder and faster. Suddenly, she let go of my shoulders, sat straight up, grabbing her tits pinching and twisting her nipples, her hair flailing all over the place. She was a wild woman, going up and down hard on my cock and screamed, 'OHHHHHHH GOD I'M CUMMMMMMMING! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMING! OHHHHHHHHH!" 

Just as she exploded in an orgasm, I grabbed her and flipped her on her back, got between her open legs and rammed my cock deep into her pussy with one fierce thrust, causing her to gasp as her whole body shuddered again in violent spasms. Her mouth opened wide but no sound came from her throat as wave after wave swept through her. 

I reared back and thrust deep into her pussy, my cock swelling, her pussy gripping my cock and suddenly I erupted-- cum gushing out of me and into her pussy as my orgasm ripped through me like an electric shock. OHHHHHHHHHH SARAH! SARAH! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMING!" I shouted, looking down at her writhing, her mouth wide open, her head thrashing from side to side. I had never experienced such a long, intense orgasm. 

I then collapsed on her, our bodies completely spent, both of us panting and gasping for air as we lay like limp noodles in our warm wetness. Neither of us could speak as we tried to catch our breath. Finally, I rolled off of her and got her on her side and wrapped my arms around her as we spooned. We were quiet, trying to absorb what had just happened. 

I glanced over at the digital clock and saw that it was eleven o'clock. We would be checking out in an hour. I kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders. 

We were quiet as we lay in the afterglow of our passionate fucking, realizing that what started out as lust was becoming much more but we did not have the words to articulate it or know what to do about the feelings that were going through us. 

"That was wonderful," Sarah said. "Thank you. Thank you." 

"Yes, it was," I whispered. "Now what?" I asked.

"I don't know," she answered.

We were quiet again, aware that we would have to check out of the motel in an hour and go our separate ways. 

After another long silence, Sarah turned to face me. Our eyes met. She smiled.

"I know you don't believe in destiny," she said. "But I think our paths will cross again-- very soon."

"So do I," I responded. "I don't know when or how, but I think they will."

And they did. After I made a few trips to Soho and she made a trip up to Maine, six months later, our one night of lust became many years of much more. Whether it was destiny or random luck, I didn't know and didn't care.



Lust and Love with Leona



This is a work of fiction.

*

The days after I fucked with Leona I spent alone. She has told me that she was going for shoot in the Bahamas for a week. I was a man who had everything in terms of material comforts, and there was not a girl I couldn't pull in a bar. But I found that I could not stop thinking of Leona and that I stayed at home fretting and looking at shemales and ladyboys on the internet. I had Leona's number but was terrified of calling her in case she was working and I disturbed her.

I just wanted her to be back and worried that she may not want to see me again. My cock was perpetually hard and leaking pre-cum. Luckily I run my own business and have an honest manager. I put him in charge of things and took the week off. After much introspection, I had the brilliant idea of visiting the bar where I had first met Leona. So one evening I got dressed and ready to go out, but as I was about to leave, a niggling thought that had been at the back of my head came up right in front of me. If it wasn't Leona, it would not be the same. It had to be Leona, I wanted to re-create my first time with her. 

I stayed home that night and hit the bottle, and once I was fairly drunk, I decided to throw caution to the wind and to call her. Her cell was ringing:

"Hello?"

"Um, baby, its Jake..."

"Jake! How sweet of you to call! How are you, lover?"

"Fine, how are you?"

"Baby, you're slurring, have you been out partying, meeting lots of lovely girls?" Her voice was teasing me.

"Er ... no... actually I'm at home.."

"Oh you darling boy! Say! Are you missing me?"

"Errrr... when are you coming back. I miss you."

"Oh dear ... my darling, I'm sorry. We're going to stay two weeks more. It's off-season and we've got the location cheap and the producer wants to finish off a few more movies ..."

"Damn!"

"Poor baby..."

Silence from my side, I was crushed. TWO more weeks without Leona. I would prefer to castrate myself!

"Listen baby! I have a bright idea! Why don't you come and visit me? The girls would love to meet you!"

"You mean I can visit you? Won't anybody object?"

"Certainly not, as long as you don't get in the way of my work or behave like a jealous husband."

"I promise baby, I won't. Can I come right away?"

"Oh yes!!!"

And so it came to pass. I handed over charge to my manager, Pete, got my agent to get the first available tickets to the Bahamas and was soon on my way. This was an opportunity of a lifetime, and I was not going to miss it. 

I knew that Leona was a porn star, or adult entertainer if you will, and that they were in the Bahamas shooting porn. For instance, I knew that she would be fucking men and women, and perhaps other shemales in the Bahamas, but I was only interested about when she would be back and whether she would want to see me again. I did not feel any of the typical male jealousy. Meeting Leona had somehow liberated me from the uglier human emotions, that of possession and ownership. Or was it that a transsexual was herself not possessive and that liberated the partner? Perhaps this is why some men were drawn so inexorably to the third sex. And in any event, the human race is not biologically monogamous.

Several hours later I was at Nassau airport and once through immigration my eyes hungrily scanned the crowd for her, and there she was, as stunning as ever. She was dressed in a skirt that barely concealed that magnificent ass. We immediately wrapped our arms around each other. I had a raging hard-on and so did she, and our hips seemed to have forged themselves to each other. Only when I did see some people starting to stare did I disengage. 

We were soon in a private cab heading to the secluded beach location hired by the production company and Leona was all over me. I frantically indicated the driver, but Leona said, "Relax honey, he's worked with us many times." We made out in the car massaging our cocks under our clothes and kissing deeply. I was in a state of schoolboy excitement and ready to explode when we thankfully pulled up at a very pretty colonial-style bungalow.

I was plied with fresh fruit juice and introduced to the cast, a bunch of gorgeous shemales. There was Hilda, who seemed Brazilian, Jamie, a black American with the cutest smile, a tall white American called Mandy, and another black American called Veronika. Each was more beautiful than the other. The only woman present was Lucia, the maid, and she was suspiciously beautiful; black, tall, slim, with long, straight black hair, and a drop-dead gorgeous face. The crew were at a hotel in Nassau.

I stood there, my tongue hanging out with ill-concealed lust when Leona cut in, "Honey, which of them do you like?" I turned bright-red with embarrassment as the girls tittered, and to add to my discomfiture Leona began caressing my cock. She then, thankfully, dragged me into our bedroom. Our clothes were off in a second and we were locked in a 69. I guess she has lusted for my cock almost as much as I had lusted for hers. 

When we had come, we lay in each others arms just content to be there with each other.

"So tell me darling, which of them do you like?"

"I like you," I mumbled.

"Oh darling, don't be like that. I'm not sexually jealous, I want you to have fun. You're not the possessive type are you?" She looked worried.

"Er no, it's just that I'm new to this."

"Don't worry darling, so tell me who you liked?' a mischevious grin on her face.

"I liked all of them," I said, turning bright-red.

"You dirty boy, I bet you've been surfing shemale porn."

Bright-red again.

"I knew it the moment I met you."

"How?"

"Can't say, just think of it as a special talent exclusive to shemales. Lust for shemale cock?" Again that playful smirk.

"Er, I guess you could call it that." I was beginning to relax.

"Good, because I have something planned for you."

"A shemale orgy?" I was only half-joking.

"Perhaps... if you are a good boy. And do you like Lucia?"

"Lucic? I sure do, but isn't she the maid?"

"She is, but Richard and Lucia also double and the female and male roles for this shoot."

"Richard?"

"Her husband, who drove us back."

"Oh..." Richard was black, well over 6' tall, and had an athletic build. I wondered if he had 'acted' with Leona.

"Are you wondering if Richard and I have done it?"

"Er ... yes."

"We have. You jealous?"

"No baby," and I meant it, "actually it makes me feel horny for you." I hugged her. "I know you're a porn star and I don't mind."

"Do you want to see Richard and me?"

"What, like now?"

"No, on video."

"Cool."

I was soon watching Leona, the love of my life, getting fucked by Richard. "Like it?" she asked, and I nodded. I was getting so turned on. It was beautiful and it was liberating. And neither, certainly not Leona, looked like they were acting. They seemed to be having a great time enjoying each other's bodies.

"Now be a good boy and get on your hands and knees," and then with passion, "I want to fuck you Jake." I got on my hands and knees and Leona fucked my ass with passion. And I enjoyed every thrust. Yes, this is what I wanted. It was sexually liberating, and spiritually and mentally liberating, because, pardon the pun, I gave a fuck what anybody thought about my attraction to Leona in particular and to shemales in general.

We fucked the night away, consumed in our lust and emerged for a late dinner. The girls were off today and the next, and had gone out for an night on the town in Nassau. Richard and Lucia had also gone and so we fixed dinner for ourselves. After dinner we grabbed a bottle of champagne and headed to the beach. It was a private beach and Leona and I fucked again. We swam, and later on the beach I marveled at the moonlight falling on Leona's generous curves. She tasted of the sea and we made warm and tender love to each other.

The next morning we woke and Leona insisted that I wear only a pair of boxers to the breakfast table. Although we had sucked off each other as soon as we woke I was still petrified that I would get a raging hardon at the breakfast table. Leona came topless with a tiny red thong to cover her ass. We stepped out and I was partially relived to see the others wearing only bikini bottoms, Lucia included. Richard was wearing boxers.

"Oooooh, here come the lovers!" cried Hilda in a husky voice, and the others joined in a chorus of teasing. Before I knew if Hilda had come up to me and was running her fingernails over my nipples. My cock was growing hard and she made things worse by grabbing it through my boxers.

"Oh look girls," she cried, "I think Jake likes me!"

"Hey Lucia," yelled Leona, "Jake wants to fuck you good. You okay with that Richard?"

"So long as I get you baby," and Leona and him were kissing passionately. I noticed Leona watching me closely, but I had other things on my mind as Veronika was feeling my butt.

Somehow I made it through breakfast without shooting a wad right there, with the girls teasing me all through. They took turns sitting next to me and running their hands over my body and through my hair. It was made all the worse by seeing Leona and Lucia rubbing their bodies against each other.

When we returned to the room, I grabbed Leona, but she was having none of it. "No you don't you horn dog," she said, "I have something special planned for you."

By the time Leona and I went down to the beach the others were already there, the champagne was flowing, music was playing and the dancing had started. We were greeted with a cheer and Leona and Richard were soon flirting shamelessly. Lucia joined them, whereas I was, to put it mildly, attacked by Hilda, Mandy, Veronika and Jamie. Fresh meat, as Hilda put it, much to the amusement of the others.

We were soon dancing, whilst Leona, Richard, and Lucia were dancing separately. I watched as they sandwiched Lucia between them and ground their hips against each other. I so wanted Lucia as well! I wanted to enjoy her with Leona. But I was brought back to reality when Veronika slapped my ass hard.

"Leona's your first shemale?" she asked, and I nodded.

"She tells us that you like us," teased Mandy, "do you, Jake?"

"Yes," I stammered.

"Do you want to fuck with us, Jake?" It was the incredibly cute Jamie.

"You like getting fucked up the ass Jake?" This was Hilda.

And then the chanting started, "Jake wants to fuck us, Jake wants to fuck us," but the champagne and the atmosphere were getting to my head and I could not care. My hardon was clearly visible through my boxers and my body was shining with sweat. God, I wanted to fuck these babes now!

We were dancing hard, rubbing our sweaty bodies against each other, and I loved it when one of the girls rubbed their tits against my nipples whilst another rubbed their tits against my back. I loved their naked sexual aggression and as they pulled me to them for a kiss and ground their hips against mine, I could feel that their cocks were astir and ready for action. 

We were dancing away like satyrs, when all of a sudden Hilda attempted to pull down my boxers. It snagged on my cock but the other three were on my case and I was down with my back on the sand, buck naked with a raging hardon. Before I knew what was happening Mandy's lips were around my balls sucking hard, while Veronika slipped a cock ring onto me and began playing with my cock head. 

I would have cried out with ecstasy but Hilda's cock rammed down my throat and she told me to suck her. I sucked and she was tasty. But she soon pulled out and I saw Jamie's cock above my face. Hilda's cock was pretty much like Leona's, both had smooth cocks that stood to the right and had large ball sacks. Jamie's was different. Of course, it was black, smaller than Leona's or Hilda's, and had an extreme curve, almost a kink, to the left. Coupled with her angelic smile and voice, I think I was in love and eagerly took her into my mouth.

They took their turns with me, "A whore for shemales," as Hilda put it. Veronika's cock was a fat and uncut black beauty and I looked forward to taking it in my ass. Mandy was tall, slim and fair, and her cock resembled her except that it looked small until roused and then curved straight up and back leaving the head touching her body. I enjoyed her cock as well. While one would stuff her cock into my mouth the others would toy with my cock and balls. Soon they raised my legs and began to play with my ass as well. I had died and gone to heaven.

When the girls were ready to cum they surrounded me. Their rampant cocks were magnificent. Hilda asked me to keep my mouth open and I gladly did. They came, almost simultaneously into my mouth and onto my face and chest. The splatter of hot shemale sperm was divine. This is what I wanted. In effect it was an initiation into the third sex. And I knew that although Leona was fucking with Richard and Lucia, she would have seen my initiation. 

The girls then fed me the cum which had not gone into my mouth. At this stage I could not tell the difference in taste between the four wads of shemale cum, but I resolved to find out before I left the Bahamas. All I knew for certain was that Leona's tasted creamy sweet and was thick.

"Let the poor boy get off," said Hilda and she removed my cock ring. "Jerk for us Jake," she smirked. And I did. And when I came I shot high onto the girls' hair, faces, and tits. They collapsed onto me taking up my cum with their fingers and feeding themselves, and we were a lust-soaked, sweaty, and happy fivesome. As we caught our breath our eyes naturally turned to the action going on close to us.

Richard, Lucia and Leona were going at it. Leona was fucking Lucia's cunt doggy style, and Richard was deep inside Leona's ass. Lucia looked divine. Her face was pressed into the sand and her hair was entangled in her mouth. Her slim frame bore the combined weight of Leona and Richard and she was moaning with pleasure. The primeval sound added to the lasciviousness of the tableau. My cock began to harden as I though of fucking Lucia's mouth.

But Hilda had other plans and I was on my hands and knees waiting for her cock. She drove into me with a force that stunned me. Leona had always been gentle but Hilda was not, and I loved it. As she fucked me I watched Leona pull out of Lucia's cunt and slam into her ass. Lucia screamed and then her moans became louder and more intense.

Hilda noticed that my mind was on the threesome and so she yanked my head back and Veronika's cock was down my throat and she was giving me a throat fucking while Hilda intensified her pounding. The cock ring was slipped on and Mandy and Jamie were at my cock and balls. My mind was back here all right!

Hilda and Veronika coordinated their efforts and came simultaneously, flooding my ass and my mouth. Veronika's cum tasted like Leona's and I loved it. I had no respite and Jamie was next in my ass and Mandy in my mouth. But in that instant I caught a glimpse of the threesome. Leona was sitting on Lucia's face and Lucia was eating Richard's cum out of Leona's ass. Richard was hard at work deepthroating Leona's cock. The pounding from Jamie and Mandy was not as hard but pound they did. They soon shot their loads and I got to taste Mandy's cum. It was not too thick, but there was a flood of slightly salty cum.

I desperately needed to cum and the cock ring was slipped off. I was made to sit on Jamie's face and she began to eat the loads of cum out of my ass. Her tongue probed deep into my ass and when Mandy began sucking my cock I shot my load almost instantly crying out with relief. She drank my cum and her place was taken by Veronika. Meanwhile Hilda stuffed her cock down my throat and began fucking my face hard, her balls slapping against my chin. Veronika's cock sucking skills, coupled with Jamie's tongue up my ass, got me hard again and after a couple of minutes of intense sucking I shot into her mouth. But Hilda's face fucking continued and I knew she would cum any instant now and braced myself for it. Cum she did, in floods, and her cum was bitter and I almost gagged on it, but she held my head in place until I had sucked down every drop. As we lay down exhausted I could see the threesome finishing off what they had started. Lucia's was sandwiched, with Richard fucking her ass while Leona fucked her cunt. Her body was racked by loud sobs of pleasure as all three came together. We trooped back to the cottage an exhausted bunch and as Jamie walked in front of me I marveled at her black butt and wondered what her cum tasted like. I also realized that I had not fucked any of the girls.

The next day it was back to work for the cast, and the production crew arrived. They were mostly cameramen. The director liked natural light and they all used hi-definition prosumer video cameras. Several movies were too be shot for DVD sales and for downloads. There were also shorter clips which would be sold to shemale websites. Several combinations of individuals would also be shot, including solo masturbation scenes. There were also three photographers who would shoot stills. Although a keen photographer myself I had not carried my cameras and so would have to be a silent spectator. But I had already decided that I wanted to photograph shemales and publish a glossy coffee table book of shemale nudes.

The first day's shoot was for a full movie, a 'shemale island' theme, and so Leona and the girls were busy. Richard had been dispatched to Nassau on errands and I went down to the beach to watch the filming. This is the first time I would see Leona play with the girls and predictably, Leona, Veronika, and Hilda were the more aggressive. Mandy and Jamie seemed to take the brunt of the assfucking. I watched these five beautiful shemales fuck and suck each other's brains out. Naturally I had a raging and painful hardon. I desperately wanted to jerk off when I suddenly realized that Lucia would be in the cottage, alone.

And so I rushed back to the cottage. I was determined that I would give Lucia the fucking of her life. I wanted to pound her ass and maul her tits. I entered the cottage and dropped my boxers. I wanted her to know why I was there. I found her in the kitchen wearing a flowery white bikini which showed off nicely against her black body. The moment she saw me, rather than being surprised at the sudden intrusion of a nude man, she smiled, and it was the smile of a seductress.

"Hello Jake, I've been expecting you."

"What?"

"I saw the way you were watching me yesterday. You wanted to be the one fucking my ass, right?"

I didn't want to talk. I grabbed her, ripped the bikini top off and began chewing her breasts. She responded positively, grabbing at my cock and kissing me. I threw her down onto the floor and tore off her bikini bottoms. Without any further delay I began to press down on her asshole and pushed into her. The familiar cock-hardening moans began to escape her. I pushed down inch by inch and my cock felt like it was on fire. I fucked her hard, I wanted to make Lucia moan, and the harder I fucked the louder she moaned. 

After I had finished we lay next to each other. I was satiated and my cock was limp. Lucia played with it while she gently nibbled at my nipples. She then took my cock into her mouth and I was soon hard again. She asked me to fuck her and I dutifully climbed over her. I wanted to fuck her missionary style. I wanted to pound her and make her moan. And I did. She moaned like a bitch, wrapped her legs around my ass, dug her nails into my back, and we came together. Lucia was a good fuck, and she had a lovely tight asshole, but this was my moment of epiphany. I missed the shecock and now realized why dear Leona had baited me with Lucia. From now on, it would only be shemales for me.

When Leona and I were in the room that night, she was the one who brought up the topic.




Lust and Love with Leona



"You fucked Lucia today didn't you?"

"Yes, I did."

"And...?"

I looked deep into Leona's lovely eyes, "I missed something?"

"What did you miss, baby?"

"I missed shecock."

Leona just smiled, lay back, and opened her legs. I went down on her and I was a confirmed addict. I would never fuck a woman again.

The next day, Richard and Lucia were to play a hapless couple stranded on a shemale island, so all the cast was busy and I had time to myself. I was supposed to leave in a day but was loathe to do so. I spent my time watching some of Leona's movies, jerking off, postponing my tickets, and putting more responsibilities on my clueless manager after promising him a bigger pay packet. I planned to leave with the cast, in a week's time.

The next few days were taken up with a lot of shorter shoots. Thankfully, Lucia was always needed for shemale on girl scenes. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I didn't want to fuck her. But I would certainly love to tell old girlfriends back home who acted as if I still wanted them, to fuck off. However, all the girls were not busy all the time and that's how I got to taste glossy black Jamie.

It was a given that we would fuck. We were the only one's to remain in the cottage that day and she had spent her time at the breakfast table fluttering her lovely eyelashes at me. I so wanted to taste her cute cock and cum. As soon as the others left, we were at it right in the living room, licking, sucking, and nibbling at each other. But Jamie was innovative and dragged me into the shower.. We showered together and I enjoyed exploring every inch of that black body. I knelt down and probed her ass hole with my tongue as the water cascaded over us.

We left the shower without drying ourselves and Jamie presented her cute ass to me. After Leona it was going to be my first shemale ass and I wanted to put on a good show. I fucked her gently at first but when I realized that she could take me easily, I began to fuck harder and faster. Jamie enjoyed it, and after I had cum I made her sit on my face and ate my cum out of her wonderful ass. I then spent an age sucking on her cute balls and cock. I didn't want her to cum soon as I liked the kink in her cock and also because it tasted so good. But she had to cum at some stage and when she did it was the sweetest cum I had ever tasted. It seemed to taste and smell of vanilla, and I loved it.

That evening Jamie spread the word that I was a good ass-fucker and Lucia immediately seconded her. So all the girls were now after me to fuck them as soon as they were free. There were no free days for the cast after that and so they just had to bide their time. The first to get lucky was the incredibly tall and leggy Mandy.

Mandy is tall, fair, with smallish breasts. She also looks incredibly cute and has a nice long cock which stands and curves straight up when hard. Her ass is slimish and I looked forward to fucking a different ass since all the other girls had generous butts. In some circles I guess Mandy would be called a femboy. But whatever she was called I found her lanky white body to be incredibly sexy and was soon lapping at her balls. We got into a 69 and spent a lot of time sucking at each other. Leona had told me that Mandy had done some BDSM work and I asked her about it. She responded by making me kneel and then cock slapping me. But it was soon time for business and she presented her cute ass to me. I played around a bit with my tongue and she loved it. I then fucked her ass good, and she loved it, yelling encouragement. When done I made her lie back and gave her a good cocksucking. It was a fun session and I was glad that all these girls also lived in NYC and that there were good times ahead. 

Fucking Veronika was another great experience. I had to fuck really had since the girl had a generous ass. I enjoyed the feel of her voluptuous ebony body and her sultry 'come fuck me' looks. 

However, all good things must come to an end. The movies were shot and the week was over too soon. It was time to get back to NYC, and to my usual boring life. But then I knew that all the girls lived in NYC, and most importantly Leona would be there, so perhaps my life would no longer be boring. I looked forward to making contact with her again. But that is a matter for another story. More so since I hadn't fucked Hilda as yet.



Lust and Marriage



I was 23, and just 2 months away from marrying my love and best friend, Alex. We had been together for 3 years, and both of our families thought we were the perfect couple. As the bride to be, I had the world at my feet, but I was feeling the need to break out and be free for a while. The pressure was getting to me.

One night after having a date with Alex, I received a text message from a number that wasn't in my phone..."Hi."

"Who is this?" I replied.

"It's Brandon."

My heart sank. There was only one Brandon from my past. He was the "guy who got away."

I had a flashback. I was young, only 18, shy and never had never been with a guy before. Brandon was tall, dark hair and had captivating eyes. He was 20 and drove a new black mustang. I really wanted to ride in that car. We hung out some, always around other people. I ended up dating some of his friends, although I really just wanted to be around him. We had a connection, but never pursued it. We hung out every now and then over a couple of years. One night before I met Alex, Brandon took me for a ride in that sexy car. He drove me to the lake front, and turned on the heat. I was curious because it was the middle of summer, 

"What are you doing?" I said.

"This supercharger can put out a lot of heat, and I wanna see what's under those clothes." He staired me down with those eyes. I melted. I kissed him, and loved the way his tongue felt against mine. I could feel pressure building up in my pussy. He rubbed my thigh and slowly moved his way up and stuck his finger between my shorts and panties.

He slid 2 fingers deep in my pussy and rubbed my clit with his thumb, as he kissed my neck and nibbled my ear. His fingers worked like magic and I thought I was going to explode right then. Just before I was going to cum, lights flashed through the back of the car. Dawn was breaking and people were coming to the lake to fish. He withdrew his hand and grazed his lips with mine. Brandon turned down the heat and pulled away from the parking spot. I was in shock, and still lusting for him to touch me. I had never experienced such passion before. We continued to see each other when our friends were hanging out every so often, but never were intimate like we had been. Everytime I saw him, I wanted to jump him and rip off his clothes, though I always kept my composure. He would have to pursue me. When I met Alex, I quit talking to him all together. 

Reality hit me once again as I staired at the words, "It's Brandon."

This was it. I could not reply, and continue to live my life, or I could open the door to lust once again. I had made my decision.

"How are you?" I said

He had moved out of state and was home visiting some family. We texted back and forth for several days. Just talking about life and catching up. After a week or so, he said,

"I'm leaving in a few days. Could we meet for dinner?"

I knew I couldn't be seen dining with another man, but I been jonesing to see him.

"I can't do dinner, but I would like to see you...tonight"

It was a little after midnight. What was I thinking? I'm getting married in 2 months!!!

"I'll pick you up at 1."

I rushed to the closet. I needed to primp. Again, what was I thinking? I was two months away from getting married and I'm going to meet another man?! Adrenaline pumped through me as I picked out what to wear. I slid on my short black dress over my black bra and thong. I looked at the clock, it was almost one. I heard his car pull up outside. This time, he was driving a yellow viper. God, he always new how to steal my heart.

He got out of the car and opened the passenger door for me. As I bent over to sit my purse in the floorboard, I looked back and noticed him checking out my ass. I should be suppressing these feelings, but I couldn't any longer. I needed to be bad.

There was something about a man who could handle a fast ride. It turned me on. He drove us into the night. We parked at the same lake that we had been to those years before. The memories and passion were taking over me. It's not often that you get a second chance at these fantasies.

He got out of the car and came and opened my door. I could see the impression of his hard cock through his pants. I could feel my pussy was soaking wet already. He took my hand and led me to the front of the car where he bent me over. He lifted up my silky black dress and rubbed my ass. I laid closer against the car. He pulled my thong to the side and began to lick all the way from my clit to my ass. "This tastes better than I always imagined." He said. I screamed with pleasure when he put those diabolic fingers inside me. Nothing else was on my mind than feeling his cock inside me. I stood up and turned around and licked that pussy juice off his fingers and then his lips. His cock was throbbing through his pants. I pulled them down and began to lick on his shaft. He grabbed the back of my head and slid his cock all the way to the back of my throat. Back and forth. His moaning was turning me on more. It was so hot to hear him beg for more. I stood up and bent back over the car. I felt him stand directly behind me and tease me with his cock. I begged him for it and he finally shoved it in. He was pounding me hard, and I could feel the mixture of pussy juice and precum running down my leg. He turned me over and laid my back against the hood. I lifted my leg and placed it over his shoulder. He slid his cock deep inside me. He rubbed my clit as he hammered me into the hood. He knew I was about to cum. He pulled out his cock, and continued to rub my clit. I squirted all over him. "God, that was sexy." When I finally came down from my climax, he pushed my tight D cup tits together and began to fuck them. I had never been titty fucked before, but I liked it. I loved being able to watch his face as he came and laced me with his cum. "I've been waiting 5 years to do that." He said. I smiled. 

He drove me home. I vowed to never speak a word of this adventure. I kissed him hard as I got out of the car. "I hope our paths cross again." he said, right before I shut the door.



Lust and Passion



Here sit two, one woman one man as they stare into each ones face. The heat begins to rise within the room. Two lust-filled lovers sit; they eye each other with animal instinct. Her legs part as to give him a tease. His mouth drops and his eyes close with the whiff of her sex in the air. He goes wild with lust and passion.

As they sit with low light on the table, setting the heat that will go on this night. Passion fills his mind as she moves closer to touch his tented manhood beneath his clothes. She rubs slow and sweet with each circle a low moan emerging from within his breath. She stops as to tease him more.

His manhood swells more growing like a small tree stock as she rubs her lust full body clinching her breast moaning like a small animal. He watches as she rubs her cunt with her fingers. The moaning gets sharper. She then stops the tease. He rips off her clothes like a hungry wolf. She just lies there letting him take her as he wants.

She now lies nude as he rips into her soaking wet cunt with his tongue. Her hands become claws tearing into his back as his tongue attacks her sweet wet cunt. The heat between them now is growing with every twinge of her body. He stops and she rips into his clothes like a animal. As the clothes fly his stiff man meat pops out. She dives her mouth around it bobbing up and down sucking him as he moans with delight.

She then gets up lying on her back and spreads her legs, exposing her sweet cunt for him to take. He plunges deeply into her cunt as she cries out in pleasure as the heat grows more with every passing moment. The two sex crazed animals moan as one. No longer a moan now, but one loud sound coming from them, skin slapping like leather hitting leather. As the two fuck the bed shakes, creaks, and bangs a moan of two get louder and louder for they climax together with the sex slapping between them.

The passion gets hotter as the sex grows. Two sexual persons slapping their sex together the heat making them drip sweat. His mouth rips at her breast sucking and biting then puling and tugging as the smell of her hot cunt drives him over the top. He pumps his meat into her cunt more as the two climax again. The heat is so intense now, her moans becoming louder. As the sex becomes more intense in the bedroom, between the two lovers that can't help them selves to each other.

The two lovers in a sexual twine with each other never notice the sound of a front door opening up as another woman enters the home. For a split second the two stop but continue their sexual appetite, as the foot steps get closer the two lovers stop just suddenly as though they know they must stop not to get caught but the other woman that has just entered the home.

Both lovers kiss each other and say to one another that they love each other and don't want their mother to catch them in the act of sex. The sister leaves her bothers bedroom half nude as to tell her bother they are still going to be with each other later in the night some how. Their mother comes up as to wonder why her two children are not in bed as of yet. Then she walks in on her son as he is in the shower but he never even knows that his mother is half nude. As she unclasps the front of her bra, the pair of twin watermelons pops out. Standing there she is one vicarious and very voluptuous 36yr old woman. As she removes the last of her clothing she begins to enter the shower with her already nude 17yr old son. In most cases you might think that he would be surprised by her getting in with him but he was ready for her and wanting her just as much as she wanted him that day.

Her son just feels his mothers body in his hands and kisses her right on the lips with a little tongue action added to it. As the shower water hits both of their bodies she realizes that he has gotten a hard on just from the feel of his mothers huge tits touching his skin, as is dick gets harder it reaches the edge of her pussy opening cause they are standing so very close to each other. She reaches down and grabs her sons now rock hard dick in her hand and starts to pump it back and forth.

He stops kissing his mother and starts to suck on her tits while she pumps his hard dick in her hand. He reaches for her very wet shaved pussy and starts to rub her clit with his hand. The two mother and son get very hot and heavy in the shower, the water starts to get cold but that don't seam to mater at this point. The two kiss each other like lovers and don't really care that they are mother and son, to them right now it's all just sex.

As they pleasure each other she gets ready to have her son ram his hard dick into his mothers waiting pussy that has been aching for a dick to pump in and out of her all day. He puts his mother against the back of the shower and rams his dick right into her pussy knowing that she wanted him to do that. She moans out loud yet no one can hear her moans over the water in the shower so that seams to please her very much.

Her son just rams his hard cock in and out of his mothers pussy so well that he forgets that he don't have a condom on and that if he cums into his mothers pussy he knows what would happen, he looks into his mothers eyes as to ask her what he should do, in return she smiles just enough to say go for it fill your mothers cunt with your incestuous love juice.

Her son just keeps fucking her pussy, impaling her on his manhood, as he dose this his mothers whole body just gets tight and her pussy grips his dick really hard as a feeling of total ecstasy washes over her. Then in that instant he begins to fuck her pussy much harder and faster than before as his back arches just for a few seconds as he blasts a jet of cum into his mothers pussy. Both stand in the shower holding each other and then kissing like everything that had happened in that shower must stay in there as to not allow anyone out side the house to know. His mothers leaves the shower fully nude and retires to her own bedroom, she closes the door behind her.

Her son turns off the shower dries him self and then walks over to his sisters room, he slowly opens the door there his sexy sibling lays in her bed waiting for him to get into her bed so they can have some incestuous sex again. He closes the door and locks it. The best thing is the guy has two women that want him all the time. Yet could one day end up that all three be in the same room guess you'll just have to wait and see in the next chapter.



Lust & Passion



The vision stared back at her from the full-length mirror, "Not bad, not bad at all," she murmured. She'd been blessed with a good metabolism and someone in the gene pool had handed down to her a natural complexion that so many were envious of. She ran her hands through her hair, no matching 'collar and cuffs' for her, a chemical indulgence from the bottle - but as the saying went, 'Blondes have more fun.' 

Her hair was a beacon, a signal to men to take note. Then when they did their attention would be held by the curve of her body, hidden at times under close fitting jumpers, the swell a hint at what lay beneath. On occasion a more daring top, a partially opened door, causing those passing to sneak a look inside.

Her breasts and hips gave her a womanly appearance, no schoolboy look for her-no she was all woman. Her gaze flowed past her navel to the newly shaved mound, a pain to keep trim, but worth the effort. 

This, was what 'they' wanted- the hair or breasts might snag their interest but this is what they all wanted, her piece of heaven... hers to share or deny, hers to enjoy alone or in company.

Of course they all feigned interest in other less obvious pursuits- of enjoying her company over dinner. Maybe sharing a lighthearted joke, or perhaps merely spending time together, as in —"you're such a fun person." But deep down what they wanted was what she was touching right now. Oh they could dress it up, but she was old enough to know that there were truly few who really lived to dine, or lived for days of viewing The Masters at the Gallery, no, excepting those rarities she knew that all were playing the game. A game that avoided the direct question and instead danced around the subject, the experts clever in their indirect foreplay, for that's what it was wasn't it, a game of image building, a smokescreen to the inevitable. 

The clever ones were quick to employ subtle innuendo, taking note of the reaction, gauging whether to press home the point. Or to wait- play the game for longer before trying to snag their catch. Single and now married she'd heard it all, in fact since being married the game had changed, the innuendos now more prevalent. Especially at parties and gatherings where drink loosened lips, and bold words were thrown to the air. Oh she knew she looked good in comparison to many at such functions, but did they really think that a flirty word, or a double entendre would send her panties to the floor for more than a quick fumble in the pantry?

All those words, all of that flirting was for one thing and one thing only, to make her swoon. Make her forget who she was and to make her want their cock inside whatever delightful piece of lace was covering her modesty. She chuckled, women around the world like her held more power than they thought, and all because of the magic between their legs. In the earlier days of marriage she'd laughed off such attentions, making her excuses and extricating herself from the scene as cutely as possible, never mentioning the dialogue to her husband, fearful of his reaction. Would he be annoyed at her, thinking that she'd led someone on, or would he take umbrage at the offender possibly ruining years of friendship for the sake of a misplaced word. 

When she grew to know him better she had let slip one or two of those 'moments' and had been pleasantly surprised to find that like her, he was amused or proud of the attention she had attracted. Perhaps it was affirmation for him that he'd made a good choice of life partner. Or perhaps there was an underlying satisfaction that he had what others wanted... Either way it had become the norm for her to recount such amorous flirting as she undressed for him, always slowly, taking her time to slide off those garments closest to her sex, knowing that his impatience would stir him to a more passionate encounter. 

Their lovemaking after such flirtations was lusciously predictable- Alpha Male intent upon sowing his seed deep inside her, intent upon letting her know who was Master. Their initial embrace soft, until his ardor turned to lust, his gentle kisses becoming more akin to a face fuck as he probed her mouth with his tongue. Then lapping at her pussy. Inhaling her scent, telling her how he loved her taste, and how he was going to make her cum so hard. Taking her glistening lips within his mouth and teasing each of them in turn. Nibbling, tugging, heightening her need before he'd touch her clit. And that delectable surge that she felt when he'd finally touch her there. Holding her nub between finger and thumb. Gently jerking her off whilst fingers opened her. Fingers that probed her deepest secrets. Massaging special sweet spots that he knew so well. Rubbing those deep triggers that would have her thrashing wildly, her body consumed by the force of the wave. 

Gentle, as he eased his cock into her, no matter how wet she was, coating it slowly with her heavenly secretions before increasing his pace, encouraging her ... "Come on you wanted to fuck, you want to cum? Move those hips you dirty..." His voice full of intent, seeking to arouse her even more.

His words were sometimes lost as her passion ignited, but she knew what he wanted on nights like that. And knew what she wanted as well... She'd buck her hips to meet him, jarring their bodies together with each thrust, enjoying the feeling of being fucked, of being his to use. Often he'd slide off, and then lying on his back, his cock firm and upright would be an unspoken invitation... She'd duly mount him knowing how much he liked to see her breasts, how he'd want to lick them as she rode him... his voice a distant reminder, "Take what you want, go on ride it like you ride those fucking dildos, and when you're done it'll be my turn." Sometimes she'd try to calm herself, to slow down and tease him, but on nights like that there would be no room for teasing. He'd simply pull her to his chest and drive his cock into her from below, holding her still as he pummeled her.

When she was done she'd roll from him on all fours, gasping for breath from the last orgasm that had rolled through her body and he'd kneel behind her grasping her hair or shoulders pulling her back onto his stiffness, forcing his cock as deep as it would go, fast and hard like a piston. She knew when he was avoiding his own wave he'd slow awhile, slapping her cheeks, his touch stinging but awakening more sexual energy, keeping her on the boil as he walked his own fine line. 

"You happy baby or does my dirty bitch want more?" Those were the words that told her he was ready if she was... 

Oh she knew she could ask for more and he'd indulge them both, but it was never an issue for her, the moisture on her thighs testament to her own rewards. "No, I'm done, finish me off, I'm all fucked out. "Then like a dying candle his lust would wane, often needing comfort as he brought himself to his own climax. Scissoring between her legs as they lay on their sides, demanding her to hold him and grind him to his goal, telling her not to stop, no matter the anguish on his face...Their movements then, small yet powerful, were intense enough for him to release his own cum deep within her.

The last party came to mind and she resolved to tread carefully. One of the guys at the party, Mike, had come close to unlocking her. Throughout the evening, his velvet words had washed over her, and she had found out way too late that he was a true Pick Up Artist. A pity that her friend Sally hadn't warned her about him that at the beginning of the evening! Throughout the soiree he'd popped up at her side, steering the conversation - it hadn't helped that she was close to her 'time,' a time when she was horniest. But that had been no excuse. 

Late into the party and after perhaps one glass to many, she'd found herself alone with Mike, they were standing at one end of the deserted balcony staring up at the stars. She still wasn't sure what he'd said, but she could recall his breath on her neck as he held her hair with one hand, the other swiftly moving upward under her skirt. She should have walked away there and then, but something compelled her to stay, to stand, motionless, compliant. 

He'd pushed her panties aside with practiced ease, before unceremoniously thrusting his fingers inside her. So forcibly that she was standing on tip toe as he furiously worked her spot. Once he'd touched her there she couldn't move - he held her literally in the palm of his hand as she let go a dribble of cum. Only then did she push him away, telling him that it was a mistake, and to leave her alone.

That night she'd wondered if Nick had guessed or perhaps seen something in her. He'd certainly been rougher than normal, and she liked it rough sometimes, but that night it he took it to another level. He'd put her on all fours, holding her hair as he forced his cock into her mouth, his hands holding her head firm as he guided her along his shaft. Firm at first, before seemingly losing himself - face fucking her, pulling her head tight to his body and making sure that she'd taken his full length. Taking control of the pace as he had obviously wanted to hold himself back.

Even his commands that night had seemed harsher than normal-"Strip, and then bring that wet cunt over here!"

He'd settled in a chair, watching as she eased herself out of first the dress and then her panties, standing before him naked. "Dance for me," he'd commanded. 

She'd obliged, sashaying to the soulful melody, moving her body to entice him to react, his hand reaching out to pull her toward him as she stood in front of his chair. 

"Bend over."

She leaned forward, thrusting her ass toward his face, "Is that what you want?"

His arms circled her waist as he drew her close before pulling her cheeks apart. She felt his tongue greedily feasting on her wetness before probing her ass, and then teasing her by nibbling on her moist lips. Her voice husky as she cooed, "Mmm - are you going to just tease it or fuck it?"

In a fluid movement he was out of the chair, spinning her around and pushing her head forward into the cushion. His rigid cock glided deep inside of her as her juices coated his shaft, drilling her as hard as he could. His initial frenzy calming a little as he found a rhythm, a steady hard pounding as he strove to give her everything that he had. Her cunt high and open, allowed him to take her deep, his tip hitting a tender spot causing her to gasp with the mixture pain and the pleasure. 

"Fuck it, go on fuck it, give it to me!" She moaned breathlessly. "Go on fuck it, fuck it harder.'' Her words spurred him on as he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back with each thrust, their bodies meeting with an audible slap as they each neared the edge. She felt him waiver, and pushed back hard to meet him.

"Don't stop, don't stop! I am so fucking close to squirting!" She yelled. 

As his pace and force increased, her cries of pleasure tinged with pain as his animal instinct took hold. Grunting and cursing as he neared his own climax, she'd got there just ahead of him. Her muscles contracting like mad as she'd let herself go, her cum running down her legs as he'd hit her spot that final time. Then she suddenly felt him pull away from her.

"You dirty bitch, you deserved that!" he gasped, breathing hard. The bulb of his cock a deep shade of purple, the shaft clenched in his hand as he held himself from his own abyss. 

There was a darkness within his smile. ''Do you really think I've finished with my toy?''

He asked, grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling her to her feet before leading her across the room.

''Stand still'' he hissed, settling onto the sofa and then gesturing for her to lie across his lap. His steel like fingers grasped her neck, pinning her face to the cushion. The slap of his hand on her ass, signaling the beginning of her punishment. A methodic, rhythmic spanking, punctuated with words aimed to cut. 

"Care to tell me why you were so wet?" He asked her. And when she remained silent he smacked her again, and then said to her, "Say it, say I'm a dirty bitch! Say it!" 

"I'm a dirty bitch," She mumbled in between the slaps of his hand on her ass. 

"Yes you are," He barked back. "And I'm going to make you cum. Cum so many times that you'll beg me to stop!" His fingers roughly parted her thighs, seeking her opening, filling her. Stretching her cunt, working frantically like a piston before eventually slowing...

''Beg. Go on beg for it.'' He growled.

"Please,'' she whimpered, "make me cum, can I cum, please?"

His fingers sought her spot, rubbing, massaging, teasing...

"Cum for me like a good girl. Go on. Fucking cum."

Her muscles contracted, enveloping his fingers as the wave of pleasure crashed through her body. She tried to move, desperate for a moment's respite, but he was too strong. He dictated the pace, dragging her towards more frequent peaks of pleasure. Fucking her with words, whilst his fingers stimulated, teased and invaded her. Finally the torrent eased, his touch softening, caressing her soaked swollen folds.

Then like a sailor on dry land, with unsteady legs she'd let herself be led to the table. His muscular arms easily lifting her up onto its matt top. He knelt before her, holding her damp thighs open as he feasted once more. His tongue pausing at her opening. Then probing, drawing in her scent, savoring her essence, taking her toward a new summit. 

"Cock. Give me your cock. No more teasing, Just fuck me!" She pleaded, her voice husky with desire.

She stole a glimpse of his length as he stood before her. Wanting. Needing. He pinned her arms flat, leaning forward to nuzzle her breasts. Nibbling at her nipples, each in turn, suckled until they were fully erect. His cock tantalizingly close, rubbing against her softness and then... her cry, as he buried it in her. Grinding himself against her swollen mound as he gave her all that he had - fucking her, as deep and hard as he could. Plowing his cock into her tender, engorged pussy, her cries louder as their bodies met. Cries of pleasure tinged with pain. Exquisite pain that came as his cock ravaged her deep spot, her peaks so close it seemed as if she were in a never ending orgasm. Relentlessly he ravished her, pushing her legs back further, using her, taking what he wanted. She knew he was close, his breathing and rhythm became ragged, any vestige of self-control long departed.

"Go on, give it to me! I can feel you throbbing. Go on you bastard, cum!" Her words superfluous as he thrust into her one final time. His force spent, left deep inside, her own juices coating their thighs. She tensed her muscles, squeezing his cock. Her legs wrapped around his back to hold him still. Pulling him tightly into her. Milking him, making sure he gave her all he had. 

His breathing calmed and he broke away from their locked embrace. Eyes closed she felt his hand at her neck. "Trust me?'' - he whispered. She nodded.

His hand softly slapped her mound. Her body reacting to each slap with a burst of sexual energy. A beautiful tingle, which started at her clit and shot through her nerve endings. Squirming on the rock hard tabletop, she fought an inner battle. The prickly pain in each pussy spank giving way to an unbelievable feeling of pleasure. An exquisite sensation that enveloped the whole of her pussy. Each jolt demanding that she close her legs, but she was powerless. She loved it. Needed it. Wanted it. Instead she found her legs making half hearted ineffectual movements. The gentle pussy spanking taking her mind and body to another place. The climax sharp and spikey matching her breathing, shallow gasps for air as she cursed at him - ''Bastard. Fucking bastard. What the fuck... What the fuck are you doing to me you bastard?''

She felt him stroke her, his dewy fingers soft against her throbbing, sensitive lips. Soothing rather than calming as each touch kept her simmering with arousal. His hand moved from her neck to her mouth. Gagging her as his fingers sought out her dark inner recess. Her body defenseless. Lips no longer protecting her pussy, they lay aside heavy bloated. His fingers meeting no resistance as he hooked them inside her, seeking the little swollen spot. She felt fingertips probing, feeling for it. She shook her head knowing what was coming, unable to say the words - 'No, please no'.

The gasp was muted by the hand over her mouth as he found what he was looking for. Fingers cruelly rubbing against her G spot as his hand pumped up and down, stretching her, fucking her, tormenting her with pleasure and pain.

Powerless to resist the intensity, her body yielded to his touch. Eyes wide open, muscles taut, her legs started to shake uncontrollably. A beautiful agony, a cascade of her own juice erupting from within. It seemed she was floating, light headed, dazed and dreamy, not wanting to, nor able to, focus on anything. He turned her face toward his body, and she watched as he tried to coax life into his slumbering member. Watching it gradually grow through her blissful haze. No longer rock hard, he eased it inside her - "Stay still," he grunted as he worked it to and fro, desperate to get it rigid once more. Slowly she felt him stiffen, enough at least for him to start piercing her with each measured thrust.

"Done yet? Has my Dirty Bitch had enough yet?'' He demanded, his voice as strained as his actions. ''Does that little cunt want more?'' 

''No. No more. Just finish me please, just fucking cum. I'm done, Truly done. No more. Please just cum in me'' - she begged.

Sensitive turned to sore as their bodies crashed together and she willed him to cum. Raising her hips to meet him, encouraging him, forcing him to quicken his pace. Lifting her legs high and wide, so that he could slam his cock deep into her.

"Go on, fuck me hard. Is that it. Is that as hard as you can fuck?" - she goaded, wanting him to lose control. "Harder. Go on. Go on. Fuck me harder."

Time distorted. Seconds became minutes. Minutes seemed like hours as they moved in unison toward their goal. His face the first to portray his own special moment. Brow furrowed, breath rasping, lips pursed as his moans became guttural. His thrusts erratic yet powerful. No longer could he avoid the inevitable and she welcomed it, wanted it. 

"Go on, give it to me! Go on, every last drop," - she gasped as another wave surged through her. 

"Now. Yes now. I'm cumming'' - the words tumbling from his mouth as he erupted inside her. The force of the thrusting, stuttering and slowing each time his cock spurted. Her feet kicked his back. Urging him to ride his own moment of pain until the very end. The violence of their coupling now a muted whimper. Moving together softly, their juices melded. A creamy trickle already deserting her plundered pussy. 

...Looking in the mirror she realized her thoughts had been wandering, as had her hand... Had he known about Mike? She didn't know, but looking in the mirror again she saw a half-smile cross her face, and she wondered perhaps, if the party ahead, with the innuendo and flirting, would be the prelude to another wonderful night of lust and passion.



Lust and Sin



Vicki sat on the bleachers, watching her son's football practice. She was sort of the "team mother" and was obligated to be at every game, every practice and every meeting. Some days this worked out to her advantage, other days she felt as though she was no more visible then the gum that hid beneath the bleachers. 

Vicki was 42 years old, divorced and the mother of one, her shining pride, Nathan. She worked at a clinic, filing papers and answering phones. Her pride never would let her accept money from Nathan's father, so Vicki always took whatever job was necessary to pay the bills. Thankfully, her strong work ethic rubbed off on Nathan. He maintained an above average grade point all through high school, thus earning him a full scholarship to college.

At 42 years old, Vicki was still a vixen, sporting a washboard stomach, due to many hours at the gym, long, voluptuous blonde hair and green eyes that shone like emeralds when the sunlight hit them. Her body was her temple and she had always treated it very well, so she always looked at least 20 years younger then she actually was. This would explain the hoots and whistles she often received from Nathan's teammates.

"Give me 20 minutes, Mom, I'm gonna go shower and I'll be right out," said Nathan, running up from the football field, after practice.

"Take your time, sweety," she said, picking up his duffle bag and marching down the creaky metal bleachers.

As Nathan's image appeared in her rear view mirror, Vicki sat behind the steering wheel, applying her lipstick and spritzing herself with her designer perfume.

"Thanks for staying, Mom," he said, sliding into the passenger seat and slamming the door.

"Oh, don't mention it," she said, smiling at him.

As they entered their home, Nathan excused himself to go listen to music and study for an upcoming exam. While Vicki, on the other hand, retired to the living room to watch some T.V and relax.

Hours passed and the late night hour approached and Vicki was becoming bored and tired. She decided to go to bed and snuggle up with a book, hopefully sleep would soon find her and this night would be over. 

Upon passing Nathan's room, Vicki noticed he had fallen asleep with his headphones on and his books scattered all over his bed.

With a smile and a silent giggle, she quietly walked in and slipped the headphones off his head, clicking his CD player off and placing his books on the floor.

Just as she reached to turn the light off, Nathan awoke.

"Mom?" he asked, sleepily.

"Yes, honey?" she answered, obviously startled.

"I'm a little nervous about starting college," he said, sitting up in his bed.

Vicki gave her son a warm smile and sat down beside him on the bed.

"Oh, Nathan, there's nothing to worry about, sweety. You're a smart boy and you've always been able to make friends easily, you'll do just fine," she said, reaching up and tussling his blonde hair.

"I'm gonna miss my friends here, though," he said.

"Well, you'll be home during the holidays, and some weekends," she said, trying her best to re-assure him.

"I know, but it's not the same," he said, looking almost like a small child going away to summer camp for the first time.

Vicki had never been able to resist this look, and, as always, she took Nathan in her arms, trying to calm his fears and anxiety by gently rubbing his hair.

Nathan closed his eyes and listened to his mother's heart beating, such a slow, perfect beat. He still smelled her perfume from earlier that day, not as strong as before, but still noticeable. He opened his eyes and noticed more then usual, Vicki wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples had come out to introduce themselves.

Instantly, Nathan felt his cock harden and the small butterflies of excitement and fear fluttered around in his stomach. 

"Mom?" he whispered.

"Yes, baby?" she responded.

"You have a very nice body, not sure if I've ever told you that or not," he said shyly, almost fearing her response.

"Well, thank you, baby," she whispered, still stroking his hair, "It's kind of you to notice."

Nathan's eyes refused to leave his mother's chest. Just the intoxicating aroma of her perfume mixed with the view he was seeing was enough to send any 18 year old into kinky thoughts.

He slowly brought his hand up and began caressing his mother's leg, starting off slow, just around the knee, then, inch by inch, working his way up to her inner thigh, instantly feeling the heat from her pussy, hidden behind nothing but a sheer pair of lace panties.

Vicki had always had a bad habit of undressing in the living room, so by the time she finally made it upstairs, she was wearing hardly any clothes, and sometimes nothing at all, a trait her ex husband did not find appealing.

And, tonight was no different. Tonight she sat there wearing only a pair of black lace panties and the white t-shirt she had on during Nathan's football practice. By now, he had become used to seeing his mother running around so scantily clad, but tonight, for some reason, he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

Vicki gave no objections to her son's advances, in fact, she opened her legs a bit further, welcoming him to her.

She reached down, pushing her hand underneath Nathan's chin, lifting his face up, staring deep into his dark green eyes. And, without a word said, she gently kissed his soft lips. 

Nathan offered no objections to his mother's advances, in fact, he rose up to his knees, just to secure his position. 

His hands roamed, quickly finding her supple tits and caressing them softly as they kissed. 

His cock strained beneath his cotton boxers, aching to be set free. 

Vicki gently broke their kiss and gave him a smile of approval as she lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it to the foot of the bed. 

Nathan's eyes widened and his mouth watered, never had he seen such a beautiful set of tits, not even in the playboy magazines that the guys normally passed around the locker room. Vicki's tits sagged just a bit and her nipples were almost pink and completely flawless. 

She laid back on his bed, softly caressing her tits, rubbing her fingertips along her erect nipples, gently squeezing them, with her legs slightly spread.

"Do you like what you see, honey?" she whispered in a teasing voice.

Nathan couldn't speak, he could only stare. Never in a million years would he ever have imagined his mother's tits would look so hot, especially considering she was no longer a woman in her 20's, or even her 30's for that matter.

"Take off your boxers," she whispered, slowly lifting her hips and sliding her already moist panties off her succulent ass and onto the floor.

Nathan quickly obeyed, and within seconds, he too, was completely naked, sitting on his knees, between his mother's legs.

"You still a virgin, baby?" she asked, sitting up on her elbows, staring directly into his eyes.

Nathan began to blush and he looked away, quietly answering, "Yes."

"That's nothing to be ashamed of, sweety," she said, sitting up all the way, face to face with her son.

Again, she took Nathan's face into her hands and softly kissed his lips, slowly turning him, as they kissed, onto his back.

She was the one in control tonight, something she had never experienced with a man, but it definitely excited her. 

She slowly climbed on top of him, kissing him a bit harder now and pushing the head of his cock just inside her pussy, just enough for him to feel her heat.

"Oh, God," he whispered.

"You aint seen nothin yet," giggled Vicki, gently pushing down, forcing her son's cock to completely penetrate her cunt.

She sat straight up, taking Nathan's hands into hers, and gently guiding him into the wonderful world of sex.

She brought her feet up, pushing them into the bed, using them for leverage, slowly beginning to bounce, letting her tight cunt walls kiss every inch of her son's completely swollen cock.

She brought their hands up to her tits, showing him exactly how to cup them and gently massage her sensitive, yet extremely erect nipples.

Vicki groaned, feeling her son's hands and fingers fondling her full tits. Soon, she released her hands and let Nathan do the job himself. She arched her back and thrust her tits high into the air, picking up the pace and sucking her son's cock, balls deep into her aching hot cunt. 

Didn't take Nathan long to figure out exactly what to do. He released his mother's tits, groaning as they bounced a couple times with the quick release and placed his hands on her sexy small hips, bucking his own hips upwards, jabbing her cunt with his aching cock.

"Oh, fuck, Nathan!!!!" she cried out, throwing her head back and placing her hands on his, digging her long, red claws into his knuckles.

Sounds of the bed squeaking, mixed with their moans and chants, filled the room, echoing all the way downstairs. 

Nathan was quickly picking up on the do's and don't's of erotic sex, and it didn't take him but a second to flip his mother over, and he took control.

Vicki stared into her son's eyes and licked her cherry, glossy lips, teasing him further as her long legs wrapped around his naked body, locking them together. 

Nathan raised up on his clenched fists and began driving his aching cock so far up inside his mother's pussy, he swore he could hear her gagging on it in the back of her throat. He groaned and grunted, ramming his cock deep, then sliding it out, and jamming it back in, almost with angry lust. 

"My friends have always wanted to have you right where I have you right now," he panted, in between thrusts.

"You should bring them by, one by one," she hissed, completely slutted out and feeling nothing but raw uncontrollable lust for her son's cock.

"Fuck no," he hissed back, "This shit's all mine!"

"Take it, baby, take it all," she moaned, closing her eyes and again arching her back, wrapping her sloppy pussy around her son's throbbing cock.

"Uhhhhh!! Uhhhhh!!" he groaned, thrusting further and further into his mother's womb, never wanting this moment to end.

"Yes, baby, yes!!!" she chanted, "That's it, cum in me, baby!!!!"

"Oh, God!!!" he shouted, feeling his balls tighten, even he knew what this meant, "Oh, shit, I'm fixin to cum!!!!"

"Cum, baby!!!!!" she urged, "Don't stop till you flood Mommy's cunt with your delicious seed!!!"

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!!!!!!" he screamed, as his cock unloaded gush after wild gush of hot, steamy, thick cum, deep in his mother's pussy.

The bed rattled and Vicki came like a broken fountain, matching her son's cum, gush for gush. Her body rocked and her mind went blank as Nathan's seed inbedded itself deep inside her. It had been so long since she had been fucked, she almost forgot what an orgasm of this magnitude felt like. 

"OH, GOD, NATHAN!!!! BABY!!!!!! OH! OH!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" she screamed, unleashing her cream, instantly tightening her cunt walls around her son's cock.

"Oh, shit, Mom," he panted, slowly thrusting his cock in and out, "I've never cum like that in my life!!!"

"Baby, you were perfect," she whispered, kissing him softly and slowly bringing her long legs down.

For a moment, neither mother nor son knew exactly what to say. They both were struggling to catch their breath and figure out how this all came about so quickly.

Maybe it was best that they didn't know WHY it happened, just be thrilled and satisfied that it DID happen. 

As the late night hours turned to early morning hours, Vicki and Nathan drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, both completely naked and still sticky with cum.

8:13 A.M. they are both startled awake by a banging on the door.

"Who the hell could that be at this hour?" mumbled Vicki, sliding her panties back on, but forgetting to replace her shirt.

"Hold your fucking horses, I'm coming!!!!" she shouted, trotting down the stairs, still completely oblivious to the fact that she was topless.

"Who is it???" she hissed, opening the front door to find her ex husband, Scott, on the other side.

"What the fuck you want, Scott?" she said, leaving the door open and turning around to the living room.

"Nice way to answer the door, Vicki," he said, slamming the door closed and walking inside the house.

"Don't start, Scott," she snapped, plopping down on the couch.

"Where's Nathan?" he asked, still standing by the front door, "I came over because there's a ball game I wanna take him to."

"He's still sleeping, you know, like I was!!!" said Vicki.

"Well, go get him up then," said Scott, walking over to the recliner chair and sitting down.

But, before Vicki could call her son down, Nathan appeared at the foot of the stairs, still completely naked.

Scott's eyes widened, "Damn, Nathan, that's no way to run around in front of your mother, go put some clothes on, we're going to a ball game."

"I don't want to, but thanks anyway, Dad," he said, sporting an obviously delicious morning erection.

Vicki could feel her pussy beginning to get wet. For some reason, having two men in the room that she had had sex with, was extremely erotic to her, even if one man was her 18 year old son. 

Just then, Vicki raised up off the couch and slowly slid her panties off.

Both Scott and Nathan were speechless, but both obviously checking out her body.

"What are you doing, Vicki?" asked Scott, feeling his cock beginning to rise inside his boxers.

"Well, you might as well know," she said, "Nathan and I fucked last night."

Nathan walked off the steps and over to his mother, kissing her right in front of his shocked father.

He rubbed her ass and fondled her tits, telling her how fucking good it felt last night to cum inside her well fucked pussy.

Scott stood up, with an obvious erection of his own, poking thru his dress pants. He looked at his ex wife, then at his son and slowly removed his jacket and button down shirt.

"So, Vicki, you've become a slut since our divorce, huh?" he asked, walking over to her, sandwiching her between Nathan and himself.

"So it would appear," she whispered, reaching out and stroking his cock thru his pants, while thrusting her ass into Nathan's cock, teasing both men at the same time.

Scott gave her a disgusted look and walked over to Nathan. 

"And you, you've become a slut yourself, huh, Nathan?" he asked.

"So it would appear," Nathan whispered, reaching out and rubbing his mother's perfect, naked ass.

"Well, I have a secret for both of you," said Scott, "I've changed too since leaving this house. Bend your mother over, Nathan, and I'll show you."

Nathan's cock jumped and Vicki obediently leaned forward, grasping the arm of the couch.

Scott walked up behind his son, reaching out and softly rubbing his ass. 

"This is my secret," whispered Scott, walking up closer to his son and poking Nathan's asshole rim with his cock tip.

This excited both Vicki and Nathan, and neither of them said a word of objection. 

Nathan carefully guided his aching cock to his mother's waiting fuckhole, instantly driving it back in, as Scott pushed his cock tip into his son's asshole, taking it nice and slow.

"Ahhhhh, fuck," moaned Nathan, feeling his father's large erection forcing his tight, virgin asshole open.

"Ahhhh, fuck is right," groaned Scott, slowly pumping his hips, pushing his cock in even further.

"Oh, God, this is so fucking hot," whispered Vicki, reaching down and rubbing her engorged clit as her ex husband fucked her son up the ass.

"I always knew you were a slut," hissed Scott, looking over Nathan's shoulder at his ex wife's pussy spread wide and easily taking her son's massive cock.

"She's my slut," said Nathan, picking up the pace and fucking his mother like a pro now.

"And you can be my slut, Nathan," said his father, "You let me fuck you whenever I want and I'll buy you that new car you've been wanting for college."

"Fuck my asshole anytime you want, Dad," hissed Nathan, "Just as long as Mom agrees to be my exclusive slut."

"Yes, yes baby, only yours," whimpered Vicki, rubbing her clit faster now, feeling her orgasm quickly approaching.

Soon, the room was filled with the thick aroma of sex. Scott began fucking his son's asshole with purpose now, claiming it as his property each time he slammed his cock, balls deep into Nathan.

Each time his father would thrust into his asshole, Nathan would fuck his mother's cunt that much more viciously, ramming her cunt and calling her names like dirty slut and fucking whore.

Vicki arched her back and moaned like a slut in heat, rubbing her clit like a maniac, urging her climax on.

"I'm gonna flood your asshole, Nathan," grunted Scott, grabbing his hips and driving his cock into his son, slapping his legs with his heavy ball sack.

"Cum, fucking cum, you bastard," groaned Nathan, "Cum in my asshole!"

Vicki could no longer take it. She closed her eyes and roared as her orgasm shot thru her, almost dropping her to her knees. Her pussy clenched and vibrated, sending sensations thru Nathan's cock, too great for him to ignore.

"Oh, shit!!!" yelled Nathan, "I'm gonna cum all in your cunt, slut."

"CUM!!!! CUM, NATHAN!!!! MAKE MOMMY YOUR WHORE!!!" she screamed as jets of thick, gooey cum released, coating her cunt walls like a fresh coat of paint.

"Oh, fuck!!!" yelled Scott, "Your ass is mine now!!!!"

Thrust after thrust, finally Scott released his cum into his son's ass, causing Nathan to cum again, only this time, he quickly pulled out and slammed HIS cock into Vicki's unsuspecting asshole. 

Again, she roared as her son's massive cock not only stretched her asshole past its limit, but also flooded her with rope after sticky rope of his gooey, creamy seed.

She gripped the couch tightly and panted like a tired dog, taking in the feeling of having her asshole not only fucked, but slammed with hot cum.

Minutes later, the trio, still struggling to catch their breath, slowly began to come to. 

Scott slowly slid his spent cock from his son's asshole, telling him what a good fuck buddy he is and will continue to be in the future.

Nathan, too, slid his cock from his mother's asshole, rubbing her ass cheeks as the last two inches of his dick withdrew.

Vicki slowly stood up and turned to face the men, giving them each a kiss, but Nathan a more passionate one, and thanking them for such a wonderful morning.

They shared breakfast and Scott excused himself to go home and shower and head out to the golf course for the day.

As for Vicki and Nathan ........ they made passionate, dirty love on the kitchen floor before finally getting dressed themselves and heading out to spend the day together.

The months passed and Nathan did eventually leave for college. 

Vicki gets letters from him three times a week, telling her of Nathan's nights with his father, hidden in the secrecy of a hotel room, off campus. And, Vicki always gets aroused by the image of that morning in the living room. And, as always, she finger bangs herself into a mind blowing orgasm, then continues reading her son's letters.

From time to time, Nathan writes about a girl in one of his classes that he's mildly attracted to. And, from time to time, he takes one of them back to his dorm room for a quicky. But, he never fails to tell his mother that no woman will ever take the place of her, nor will any other woman be able to carry the honor of taking his virginity, except her.

Vicki always smiles at this notion, and the sadness of her son being gone is quickly replaced with panting and groaning, legs spread wide open and three fingers buried, knuckle deep in her cunt. 

She happily folds the letter up and adds it to the pile, content and satisfied that not only had she raised a wonderful son, but she had also fucked a wonderful man. These are the thoughts that get her thru her everyday boredom. The thoughts of a nympho mother and a secret slut.



Lust and then Some



"Just a quick note, this is my first story submission. It's a bit long, but I hope you like it. Any encouraging comments or criticisms are welcome, and drop me a private note if you'd like to chat more."



He always thought he would love it. But as Tim lay spent, his lover on top of him, he now came to grips with who he really was. And it made him smile as he thought back to how he had arrived at this point in his life. 

Tim rushed into his office, late again, the kids had been especially challenging getting to school today. He had given his wife a quick peck goodbye, the most physical contact they'd had for a while. Tim had a good life, for sure, yet he had gotten to that age where he was doing a lot of soul searching. Something was missing, that spark in your life that pops you out of bed every morning. 

He loved his wife, but their lives were so busy these days that they were partners more than lovers. They still had sex occasionally, Tim usually having to be the one to initiate things. But their love making was really routine, and they mostly didn't talk much in bed. 

This only caused Tim's mind to wander, to sexy thoughts that didn't involve his wife. In fact, thoughts that he didn't dare share with her. Thoughts of trying new things. Thoughts of submissiveness, thoughts of being fucked, not by his wife, or even another woman. But deep down buried thoughts of being with a man. 

For most of his adult life Tim's had fantasies like these. He mostly chalked it up to curiosity, and never considered acting on them. He had been with his wife for many years, and had generally been satisfied sexually. But as they got older, and kids had entered the picture, their sex life had waned. 

Lately his imagination worked overtime, certainly because he jerked off more frequently than when they were younger. But he found his thoughts drifting more and more to men, what it might be like to try something different. He'd never really noticed guys physically, having always been attracted to women. But he read stories on Literotica, and started watching more porn, and couldn't tear his eyes away from the cocks on screen. Wondering what it must be like to be on the receiving end, letting a guy use his body as he pleased.

These fantasies seemed to dominate his thoughts lately. To the point where when he did make love to his wife, all he could think about was being on the receiving end of a nice thick cock. He always wondered if he'd have the nerve to really go through with it, to really be with another man, but he figured he'd never get the chance to know. But then his luck changed. 

As he walked to his office that morning, he noticed someone struggling with a large box. That's when he remembered the office down the hall had been rented out, and this must be the new tenant. He walked over to the guy to ask him if he needed help. "Yes, that would be great" the voice replied, although he couldn't see him behind the box. Tim grabbed the other side and the two of them carried it into the office. When they finally set it down, they stood up and their eyes met. The man spoke. 

"Thanks, I appreciate the help. I'm Dean by the way." 

As he spoke they continued to make eye contact, and Tim felt a jolt of electricity as he shook his hand introducing himself. Dean was a bit older than Tim, and he had an air of confidence about him. He was a handsome man, no doubt. Tim felt a little flush as their handshake ended. Dean asked him if he wouldn't mind helping with a few more boxes. 

As they worked together, Tim noticed Dean's body in a way that he hadn't with other men before. He was aware of his strong arms and chest, and even made note of his nice ass as he bent over at one point. When they were done Dean thanked him and asked Tim if he could take him to lunch sometime to repay him. 

"Sure" Tim had blurted out, his enthusiasm hardly concealed, and he thought he saw a sly smile on Dean's face at that. He gave Dean his email address and they said their goodbyes. As he walked to his own office, Tim became aware that his cock was a bit hard and he had to adjust himself before walking in. 

That night Tim couldn't stop thinking about their encounter. Had he imagined the connection between them? And what was he really imagining, that he was attracted to Dean, that something might happen between them? He reasoned with himself that it was all in his head, Dean was just being friendly. 

But that night Tim initiated sex with his wife, sex that was more passionate than usual. At least on Tim's side, as he couldn't stop thinking about Dean to the point that he almost moaned his name as he came deep in his wife from behind. 

The next day as he sat at his desk, an email popped up. Butterflies popped into his stomach as he saw it was from Dean. He wanted to have lunch today. Tim couldn't write back fast enough to say sure, he would love to. They met in the parking lot and agreed on a cafe a couple of miles away. 

They chatted on the way, almost like old friends. Dean was very friendly, putting Tim at ease. But as Dean drove, Tim kept stealing glances at him, which Dean caught at one point and just smiled. At the cafe, they chatted a lot, getting to know each other. Tim shared that he was married with kids, telling stories of chaos in his household. Dean mentioned that he was single, having been in a relationship with a man for a few years. 

Tim realized his instincts had been correct about Dean and he found himself asking many questions about his past lover. Dean shared, all the while taking note that Tim's interest was more than just being friendly. As they pulled into the parking lot, Dean turned to Tim and said he really enjoyed their lunch. Tim agreed, as they stared at each other. 

"So when can I see you again?" Dean asked.

As he said this he rested a hand on Tim's leg. Tim was frozen, knowing this was a rather loaded question. But as he looked into Dean's eyes, he just melted. 

"Whenever you'd like." Tim replied. 

They stared at each other, nothing else needed to be said at this point, and they got out and walked back to their respective offices, giving each other a friendly public goodbye. 

Later that day Tim got an email from Dean. "Ok, can't stop thinking about that lunch. And you. Lunch tomorrow?" 

"Me too," Tim wrote back. "That sounds great". 

As they continued chatting, Dean mentioned how he loved to cook, finally suggesting they go to his place for lunch so he could cook for him. Tim didn't take long to write back that he'd love that. 

Once again that night Tim couldn't get Dean off his mind. He kept telling himself it was just lunch, nothing was going to happen. Besides, it's probably all in his head, Dean wasn't really coming on to him. But after his wife fell asleep, Tim quietly went to the bathroom to jerk off and it didn't take long for him to cum hard, thoughts of Dean swirling in his head. 

The next day, Tim found himself sitting on the balcony of Dean's condo, the delicious lunch he had made long since eaten. The conversation had been friendly up to this point, nothing too suggestive. They finished up and were getting ready to head back. As they walked to the door, Dean turned back to look at Tim, and then suddenly leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. 

It was a sweet kiss, and Dean pulled away, saying "sorry, I just couldn't help myself." Tim was stunned, but instinctively he leaned forward himself and began kissing Dean back. They embraced now, their kissing getting more intense. Tim finally pulled away, a bit light headed. 

"I'm married. I shouldn't be doing this." Tim said. 

"I understand, really. It's cool, I just couldn't pass up the chance to kiss such a hot guy" Dean replied. 

Dean smiled at him, putting Tim at ease a little. He smiled back, and they headed back to work, not saying much to each other. 

As Tim sat at his desk, all he could think about was the kiss. He had been shocked by it, but not as shocked as how much he had enjoyed it. An email from Dean popped up, with him apologizing if he had overstepped his bounds. Tim told him it was ok, he was actually flattered. They continued to chat, flirting with each other, when Dean mentioned he had the office to himself the rest of the afternoon. 

Tim thought about his response to this, but before he knew what was happening, he found himself knocking on Dean's office door. Dean opened it, surprised to see him there, and without a word Tim shut it behind him as they embraced again. Their mouths were together, their tongues dancing around. Their hands were exploring each other's bodies, their lust for each other barely contained. 

"I must confess," Tim said, "I jerked off last night thinking about you." 

"Mmmm," Dean said "what a naughty boy you are. Nice to know I wasn't the only one." 

They continued to grope each other, when Tim said he better get back to work. "Oh no you don't," Dean said, "you're not going anywhere yet." 

He slowly started pushing Tim to his knees. Tim knew what he wanted, and he quickly realized he wanted it too. He was nervous as his hands began unfastening Dean's belt. As his hands slowly pulled down his pants and underwear, his instincts once again kicked in. He took Dean's rather large cock in his hand, which was fully hard, and began tugging at it.

It felt so natural, and as his mouth moved forward to engulf his dick, he felt almost euphoric, like he had finally arrived at a place he had been headed towards all his life. He kept one hand pumping his dick, with his mouth sucking hard, doing all the things he had seen in porn. He certainly couldn't draw from his own experience, as his wife hadn't sucked his cock in years. 

Dean rubbed his hand through Tim's hair, pulling his head closer and he began to thrust a little into his mouth. Tim knew that he was getting close, and this only spurred him on more. He kept sucking, knowing he wanted to taste it, not that Dean was going to let him up. He kept thrusting into Tim's mouth when suddenly he tensed up and began to cum. 

Tim kept his mouth clamped shut, sucking his cock, managing to swallow all of his big load. He kept sucking for another minute, milking every drop from his first cock. He finally stood up, and Dean leaned into him giving him a deep kiss. They hugged as well, and Tim reluctantly pulled away saying he should get back. They kissed a final sweet kiss and he departed. 

That night Tim could hardly sleep, he was in such bliss over what had occurred between them. He found himself longing to see Dean again, longing to feel him, embrace him, taste him. He got out of bed and sent Dean a text. 

"You up?" 

"Hey you, yeah, just laying here thinking of you."

"I can't stop thinking of you too. I miss you."

"Me too. I need to see you again."

"Me too, wish I was there now."

"Come on over."

"Mmmm, I'd love that. Wish I could."

"Can you come over on your way to work in the morning?"

"Oh god yes, I'll make it work."

"Great, get here when you can."

"Ok, I won't be able to stay long but I'll be there.

"Ok sexy, see you then."

"Ok. Big kiss."

"You too, goodnight."

Tim almost felt giddy with anticipation. But it was more than lust, he wanted to be with Dean. He almost felt a void without him there. He realized he was developing feelings for Dean, and for some reason this realization suddenly made him so horny. He pulled down his pants as he sat there in the dark and jerked off. He stroked for a few minutes, visions of Dean in his head, and he came hard. When he finally got back in bed, he slept quite soundly. 

Surprisingly Tim didn't feel nervous as he approached Dean's door the next morning, just excitement. He knocked and the door opened quickly. Dean stood there in a robe, and Tim rushed to him as they embraced and kissed. 

"Oh god I missed you!" Tim said. 

"Me too!" Dean replied. 

"I can't stay long." Tim said. 

"Then we better be quick." Dean said.

He started unbuttoning Tim's pants. He pulled them down quickly, and his underwear too. Dean's hands were caressing Tim's ass as he kissed his ear. 

Dean whispered "I don't want you wearing underwear anymore, understood?" 

"Oh yes lover, whatever you want." replied Tim. 

Dean's fingers had moved to Tim's hole, and as they stood there kissing, one finger pushed deep inside his ass. 

"Mmmmm" Tim moaned. 

Dean pushed another finger deep inside, loosening him up. 

"Tell me what you want." Dean whispered. 

"I want you inside of me, fuck me, make me yours." Tim groaned. 

"You're already mine." Dean said. 

He pulled off Tim's shirt, spun him around and bent him over the kitchen counter. Dean pulled some lube from his pocket, then dropped his robe as he stepped up behind Tim. He squirted some lube in his hand, rubbing it all over his dick. His hard cock rested against Tim's ass. He spread his cheeks apart and began pushing in, the pain at first causing Tim to let out a deep moan. Dean kept pushing slowly, finally bottoming out and holding still so Tim could adjust to the feeling.

Finally he pulled out slowly, and as he pushed back in, Tim pushed back, wanting his dick deep inside him again. The pain was subsiding with every thrust, and Tim felt so full and happy. Dean continued to saw his big cock into him, driving the breath from Tim. It felt so good, so raw, but Tim wanted more. 

"I want to see you, I want to kiss you, can we move to the bedroom?" Tim asked.

Dean nodded, and slowly pulled out as he took Tim's hand and lead him to his bed. As much as Tim loved being fucked by Dean he wanted to be made loved to. He had wanted this for so long. He lay back as Dean crawled above him, leaning down to kiss him as he pulled Tim's legs up onto his shoulders. He pushed his dick back in and watched Tim's eyes as he pounded his ass. 

"Mmmm, I could get used to this." Dean said. 

"Mmmm, good, because you can have me whenever you want." Tim replied. 

They kissed again, a real connection growing between them as their love making continued. 

"Oh god, you feel incredible". Tim moaned, his hard cock bouncing up and down with each thrust. 

"So do you." Dean said, his orgasm approaching. His thrusting had grown more intense now, he was getting closer. 

"Oh god, I don't want this to end. You feel so good." Tim said. 

Tim could feel his own orgasm approaching as he felt Dean's cock swell inside of him. His eyes glazed over, his whole body experiencing waves of pleasure he'd never known before. 

Tim yelled out "Oh god, I love it, cum inside me!" 

Dean gave a final thrust and held his cock deep in Tim's ass as it exploded inside of him. At the same moment Jim's cock erupted, spurting all over his chest. Dean continued pumping but slowly collapsed down on him. They kissed tenderly, now officially lovers. 

Tim hugged him tightly, feeling wonderful, knowing his life had changed. He didn't know what the future held, but all he knew was he was right where he wanted to be.



Lust As First Sight



Okay, so I got a message from someone telling me that I needed to write something that really turned me on. I'm hoping that it has made my writing better and please let me know what you think, thanks all x x 



I slammed the glass down on to the table after having yet another shot. My mouth was burning and my eyes watering and I had just about had enough tonight. Normally I was the quiet girl, the one who wouldn't drink anything so she could take all her friends home. Not tonight. My friends had already left, leaving me on my own but I didn't care. I was drinking away my sorrows tonight and I would do that whether my friends were here or not. I was just about to order more alcohol when someone put a hand on my shoulder. I spun round to look at the tall man stood behind me. He was grinning in a seductive way, showing off his white teeth. His eyes were sparkling and I couldn't stop staring. I noticed his mouth was moving but I my mind wasn't registering what he was saying. 

"Sorry, what?" I asked, slurring my words. He chuckled sexily. 

"I said: I think you've had enough" he whispered as he smiled at me. I didn't have a witty reply so he just walked back over to where he had been sitting before.

I glanced around the room to see that there were very few people here and the few people that were here were otherwise occupied. I turned back to the handsome man and he winked. I bit my lip and I let my eyes wander. He had a tight top on which showed off his muscular body. His jeans were also tight but not so much so that you could see everything. His hand was gently resting on his crotch and I wondered if that was just a coincidence or whether he meant to put it there. I looked back up at his face and wondered how old he was. Me being only 18, I didn't want someone too old but he only looked around 25 at the most. Which suited me well, I liked experience. I blushed when I saw his eyes looking over my body and I felt naked under his gaze. I shivered lightly and turned back to the bar. 

I was just tracing the pattern of the wood with my finger when I decided I wanted to have to some fun. Fortunately, I was wearing the clothes for it. I had on a tight vest top which showed off my cleavage of my 36C breasts nicely. I had on a short skirt that made its way half way down my thigh and underneath a very skimpy thong. 

I twisted my body round so I was facing him completely and saw he was still looking at me. I took in a deep breath and slowly, and what I hoped was seductively opened my legs. I saw his eyes move down and a hot grin spread slowly across his face. I saw his hand that had been resting on his crotch move a little and I felt my cheeks blush. I couldn't believe I was doing this, and I also couldn't believe how much it was turning me on. I felt my pussy slowly getting wetter and I longed to touch it. I slowly started to move my hips against the chair to give me little spasms of pleasure. I looked over to the man to see him chuckle and get up. He walked over to the bar and called the bartender over. 

"Have you got a spare room we could use tonight?" he asked, in a low voice. I bit my lip in anticipation. The bartender flicked through a couple of books before giving a nod. He left the keys on the table and walked off. I looked over to the man and wanted to fling myself at him, right there and then, even though I knew I couldn't.

"I'm Peter, by the way" he said, with a sexy smile.

"Kate" I said. I stood up and followed him up the stairs. My heart was beating fast. Normally I would never go off with a stranger but he had instantly seemed like someone I could trust. He slid the keys into the door and it swung open. We both made our way in quickly and I kicked the door shut. He walked over to the window and shut the blinds. He then turned round , leant against the window sill casually and looked at me. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever but I couldn't take it much longer. My pussy was screaming out. I rushed across the room and smacked my lips to his. He instantly responded, his tongue gliding across my lower lip, asking for access. I granted it to him without hesitation. We kissed passionately for a while but then he gently pulled away. I looked up at me. 

"Something tells me you need this badly" he said in what could only be described as a growl. 

"You have no idea" I whispered back. He chuckled. 

"Close your eyes" he said and I did as I was told. I felt a piece of material being pulled over my eyes and I grinned knowing that whatever was going to come would be good. He lifted me up gently and placed me in the centre of the double bed. I then felt something coil around my wrists. It took me a while to realise what it was, but when I did I almost laughed in delight. He had tied my hands to the top of the head board, and my legs he had spread open and tied each ankle to the bed posts. I also realised I had no longer got any clothes on, and wondered when he had taken them off for me. I could hear him taking his clothes off and I waited impatiently. The cool air was rippling over my skin, and causing my nipples to stand on end. My pussy was getting wetter with anticipation and I could feel some of my juice run down my leg and onto the bed. I felt the bed dip slightly as he climbed on. He lifted one leg over me gently so his knees were either side of my hips. I could feel his cock resting heavily on my stomach and instinctively bucked up. He chuckled that sexy chuckle and I felt his lips gently sucking and biting the base of my neck. He made his way slowly down until his mouth was securely over my left breast. I let out a low groan as he nibbled slightly. My other breast was being massaged by one of his strong hands. I liked my lips, eager for more. I heard his deep breathing as he moved his mouth to suck on my other nipple. I shivered lightly as I felt his cock getting harder against my stomach. I lifted my hips slightly and started to rub my stomach against it. Peter let out a low groan of pleasure but he pulled away. I sighed in frustration. Why was he torturing me like this. I heard him chuckle and then I felt him gently lift the blindfold. I blinked a couple of times to get used to my surroundings. The room was lit in a red lighting, very seductive. Peter was no longer on the bed, he was stood next to me. 

"God" I whispered, in awe of him. His body was glistening, his skin slightly tanned. All of him was very muscular and his cock was huge. I curved ever so slightly, and there was the tasty liquid at the tip. 

"Let me suck you" I said, begging him. He smiled wickedly. He climbed back on to the bed, on his hands and knees but this time his cock hovered over my mouth. I kissed the tip and I felt his body shiver. I licked up the side until I reached the base. I then took his balls in my mouth, swirling them round with my tongue. 

"Ohh..." he grunted. I trailed my tongue back up to the tip. I then put my mouth over her. I flicked my tongue over the tip and I could see his arms shaking, trying to control himself. I moved my mouth all they way down to the bottom, I almost gagged but I kept myself under control. I sucked on it hard and then I moved my mouth back up. I started to get faster and faster and his moans of pleasure got louder. I was happy he was a loud lover, I enjoyed hearing the effect I had on people. It wasn't long before he started to move his hips in sync with my mouth. 

"I'm gunna cum baby" he said in barely more than a whispered. I moaned at the thought, sending vibrations through his cock. It pushed him over the edge. He pushed himself further into my mouth. 

"Ohhh... Fuck baby.... Yess" I heard his groan, loudly as he squirted his load into my mouth. There was a lot and some leaked out. I let my tongue dart out and lick it up. Peter's dick moved out of my mouth but he didn't move. His head was down, his eyes closed. His chest was heaving as he caught his self. He slid off the bed again.

"That was amazing, babe" he said, smiling. I grinned. His dick was limp but I could see it getting hard again as he gazed over my body.

"You're beautiful" he said, as he took in my milky skin, and my clean shaven pussy. I smiled at his worlds. His mouth kissed the base of my neck and started to make it's way down. He bypassed my breasts this time, leaving a hot trail of fire down my stomach until he got to my pussy. I had been so wet I knew that I had leaked a lot onto the bed but his eyes were alight. He lowered his head and started to make magic. His tongue traced my lips of my pussy. I shivered at the sensations. 

"Please" I asked in a whispered, needing this so much. He chuckled and started to lick up the wetness. I let out a yell of pleasure as he finally pushed his tongue into my tight hole. My body convulsed. He then moved the palm of one of his hands to rest it over my throbbing clit. He started to make circular motions and I could barely contain myself. I could feel it building up in me. I felt his tongue push even further in me and it pushed me over the edge. 

"Oh God" I moaned as I felt myself cum over him. He eagerly lapped it all up, and as he did all I could do was make unintelligible noises. When he brought himself back up to head level my breathing was almost back to normal. He kissed me on the mouth, and I could taste my sweet juices. I was just starting to relax when I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my wet hole. I opened my legs as much as the ropes would allow me. He pushed himself into me slowly until he could go no further. We both lay very still, looking into each other's eyes. He kissed me once more before lifting his hips and then pounding himself back into me. I screamed out and tried to pump my hips as well but the ropes restricted me. He pushed and pushed into me, sometimes moaning, sometimes kissing the base of my neck. It wasn't long before I was trembling as I felt an orgasm building. I could tell from the way his moans were getting louder that he was close too. I felt his body clench as his hot load shot into my pussy. The sensation caused my orgasm as I yelled as my pussy clenched around his dick. We stayed there looking at each other, our breaths short and laboured. I smiled up at him and kissed him deeply. That had to be the best sex I had ever had, and maybe just the start of what was to come.



Lust at an Italian Dinner



I used to watch his cock all day long.. I don't know if he knew how often I watched that part of him, I had never told him. Always angling down the right side of his tight jeans; outline clear. And always I walked around my labia swollen, an apricot between my legs, ready to be eaten.

And now I sit here in an Italian restaurant with him. My desire huge and unwieldy, my flesh full and my apricot drips my clit hard as its pit. I'm married, 5 years now and yet still I sit beside him here. 

He eats his pasta and I stare at his strong outdoor fingers and veiny hands and then his muscular forearms. Still some of that outdoor man left, still pieces even though his middle is softer, his mustache grayer. He's an administrator now - far from that guy I knew who hiked all day to toss water bottles in a lake to test for water quality. 

Still, I know what he has down there under the table in his lap. I remember its power and its hold over me. I know how it can grow; much longer until my eyes are riveted on his jeans and I can't tear them away. Tonight, though, it's hidden, under the table in slightly baggy pants, the type you would wear to meetings with clients.

We eat food, and I am food. I drip a little more, my vulva is warm thick cake batter dripping all over the chair. I want him to dip his fingers in me and suck them off slowly. As if I were a dipperful of hot fudge sauce. To put his fingers in my mouth so I could taste and lick the sweet saltiness too. Right there in the restaurant. I want to savor the taste of it and see the darkness of lust in his eyes. I want his fingers deep inside me, pushing hard and deep. Instead, I leak all over the chair.


He talks about work, about vacation, about his house. I listen with only the minimum attention it takes to occasionally say m'hmm. I can't focus on this talk - it's not why I'm here. I scoop a few strands of green noodles on my fork. I jiggle the fork in the air, noodles dangling, and then smack it on the green pile on my plate, lumpy cold, congealed pesto on it. I can feel my nervousness rise up to my throat and surround a noodle still stuck there. I want to talk about the reason that I am here. I smash my fork into my noodles and I can feel my frustration. So can he and he stops talking. We look at each other and burst out laughing; some of the tension is taken away with the laughter. 

"Can we talk about my request? The reason I am here," I ask. Desire aches in my wrists, my belly, my ass, the place where each little hair attaches to my head - that place that remembers his touch. I want to slide on his sweat slicked skin. "Sure," he says. Except I don't want to talk at all. What I really want to do is go outside right this moment and fuck. Let's get out of here, can we go to the back of your truck, I want to say. Lie down on the hard ridges that are probably there although I've never been there. 

I want to feel his hot penis in the entrances and exits in my body. In ANY entrance or exit - any would do. My mouth - sucking on him, until hot juice squirted, letting it run down my chin. In the ass, oh yes, that too, especially that, I remember that very well. In slowly, slowly because he's big and I'm not used to anything up there. Feel his belly skin kissing my lower back. 

And of course, in the usual place, the vagina, the cunt, the vulva, the soaking sucking cave where once only fingers and waxy long phallic vegetables had been. Where later IUDs and diaphragms waited. Where dildos and penises, yes those, a number of them over the years, some memorable, some not, had been. 

And now where now two fiery bowling ball heads of babies had passed. Molly, my body trying to expel her over and over again. Over 40 hours and nothing left when the doctor finally pulled her out of me. And Abby in a hurry taking 8 minutes of pushing they told me. I don't know - it was forever. Me screaming -get that thing out of me- and then my daughter came out blue and with a cord wrapped around her neck. All of a sudden everyone was quiet and very busy. I didn't know - they didn't tell me. I was just left with my agonizing efforts to push out the placenta. 

Had these two girl heads changed my cunt for him? I wouldn't know, because there I was, married. On the other side. My breasts tighten and I want to squirt my infants milk all over him. I want him to taste it, to lap it up, and to plunge into me and my belly that remembers those babes that rose from beneath. I want him to fuck me, a mother.

He tells me about seeing my husbands face in his thoughts about sex with me. He tells me he sleeps occasionally with other "old friends" because he has no relationship right now. Old friends, but not with me, he wouldn't. He talks of his mom who strayed from his dad. He talks of protecting a family from the destruction of an affair. 

Birth control. "What do you and your husband do," he asks? He has had a vasectomy, I tell him. Oh well, that would be an issue too, he says. He has found another stone to put in his wall. Another barrier so that he could stay safe. 

I know better, I know how the barrier he is putting up can be knocked down, can be scrambled over. It's easy when I'm consumed with the need to touch every inch of him. The wall he puts up in front of me is what is allowing me to push, to be fully ready for what he can accept from me. I know that if he lets his wall down, then..... well then, I will play the aggressor, pushing in the cracks of his life. It's the afterward, the feelings that are unknown. And that doesn't matter either right now.

But I can't push him. I can't cross the barriers he's put up. He would retreat and disappear. And I would bear full responsibility of the actions because I moved towards him and he didn't come towards me. Right now, I can't take that. Right now, I am farther out than I ever have been in my life and I am scared.

For now, I am to stay away. That body is not for me; other bodies are for him, yes. Hot, hot sex with others. And sometimes cold, tight, dry attempts that don't end in satisfaction. But me - who has all these memories, these images - no, I'm on the other side of the wall I've created with my family. 

There is no touching of hands, or knees, or hugging. No caring gestures. Why would there be? I walked back into his life after 5 years of marriage, after more than 10 years since we were together and here I am lusting. He says he was surprised when I asked him, but now he really isn't, now it seems inevitable. He talks about a connection between the two of us, how after 5 years we still can just talk. I think about his erect penis in my face.

The administrator isn't of interest to me right now, not really, all I really want now is the maleness in his pants. The maleness I know he carries in his caresses and touches. His backrubs and hairpulls; his lust. His way of knowing me sexually. But I see no evidence of any of this. Just my memory. The desire of him, to have him, to have him have me, take me. With every drop of his maleness. Yes, I'm a mother, a wife, a partner and not to him. But right now my only desire is to be a woman, a woman fucked by a man. This man beside me.

We talk about friends and I remember the time we hiked all day up a mountain to take water samples. I see us standing on a jutting rock at the top, and looking down over the lake far below. He unzips his pants and releases his erect penis It springs out, unfettered, eye and head jutting proudly out. His body the pole, his penis the flag, advertising him - a man. A man at the top of the mountain. A man full of lust. I sink to my knees on hard rock and take him into my mouth. Slowly, a lick at a time, I savor the sweatiness of him. I try to get my mouth over him, but I already know I can only get my mouth over the end of him. The shaft still there for my hand to slide over. I feel my saliva, my spit cover him and I lick my hands so that my spit covers them too. Until my hands, his penis, my mouth, my face are all squishy and slick. And I suck, and lick. I am lusting and I see him out there wet and bobbing, silly and beautiful in its maleness. And when the time comes and he releases his juice, I let him spurt all over me and then move away to let him spray onto the mountaintop. 

A woman on a mountain. A woman strong, solid and lusting. And a man. I want him inside me, but he is spent. So I turn and go over to our lunches. Knowing that in a while - an hour or two, I'll find the perfect place and I'll have him take me from behind, pounding and pounding. And then I'll turn him over in the dirt, with his hiking boots still on, hold his hands above his head and suck myself onto him gently. Agonizingly slowly I'll lower myself down. 

After a bit, I'll grind my pelvis into his - sharp, tensions building up. Until I feel deep inside me, a releasing, a squeezing and rhythmic lapping. Deep, deep inside me, all the way from my labia up, way back up, into the depths of my body. And I draw my mouth back in ecstasy and agony and ride him up and down until I scream. Then slowing down a bit, but the tension is still there and it rises up again, this time more towards my clitoris, my vulva, the outer barrier of the inner world and the outer world. The place where my two daughters had ripped out of me to be in this world. And this time, when I climax, it's more immediate, more in this world.

Finally, I release his arms, and stretch out on top of him. My whole body covers his, my legs hold his penis firmly between me and in me. Up and down, slowly and softly. I feel tension rising again, only this time it's a sweet release, a nice quiet release and as I come, he groans and shoves himself into me. Finally he hangs on to me tightly, and shudders. Shudders and shudders. 

"Do you want another beer," he asks in our Italian restaurant. My spaghetti sits in front of me, it again makes my stomach roil. He really has a lot of work to do tonight he says, but this is much more fun. Having dinner with a friend. I think about how in my memory and fantasy, I have climaxed three times in a row and that when I knew him, when I fucked him, I didn't usually come more than once at a time. He doesn't know that about me. Ten years is a long time. A marriage, two pregnancies and births and two young kids is a lot of experience.

Again I ask - "why not me? What about my requests? He tells me I am making this hard. I look over at the next table, at the family in red shirts, the 6 boys all dressed just like each other, at the mother and father dressed in red shirts too. I remember my 41/2 year old daughter. This afternoon before I left, I told her that I'd leave something for her when I came in so she'd know I checked on her while she slept. I take a napkin and write - I love you, Mo. He sits next to me and sees me as a mother, a caretaker. 

And I want him to take my breasts, my tight, giant, milk filled mother breasts and squirt and lick and suck. And I want him to squirt his magnificent man member into my breasts while I squirt them. Two body fluids - one filled with cells and proteins necessary to create new life; the other filled with proteins needed to nourish that life, to keep it growing. Both mixing there in a silvery sticky puddle. 

A married woman, a mother, full of life and lust; and a man. Next to them are the silent partners too. On the one side, a family, a husband, a life in another city. On the other an on again-off again, I'm not sure, we're just not right, not really - relationship. Of course, sitting there on the table between us lie lust, mostly lust and the dusty image of guilt.

I turn from the guilt and see me stretching out on my belly in the sun, a younger, less lived me, a less complicated me. He is beside me and slips his fingers gently under both sides of my pelvis. He brings his fingers in from both sides of my thighs, stroking, closer, closer, never quite there, finally tugging on my labia, opening them up and exposing the clitoris, pushing them, backing out and coming back - until I can't stand it anymore. I'm tight and ready to explode and then he rubs full on my clitoris and he pushes his other fingers up inside me. No more softness, just lust, just sex. My ass in the air. 

"Another beer," he asks and I am brought back to reality. I see that I have finished my last one. I think about the drive home and the fact that I've had several beers. I need to get home to my family. "No," I reply. I wrap up my Italian dinner that I have not eaten. We walk to our cars side by side, not touching. We hug briefly and say goodbye, not even a chaste kiss, much less what I really want to do right now. 

He tells me he made sure that we met on this side of the bridge so that there would be no temptation to go to his house, so he could keep me at a distance. He is going home to finish his work. I hope he goes home and fantasizes. I hope he takes out that strong, lustful part of him between his legs and in his heart and pretends it's me with him. But I won't know; it's not for me to know, unless that's a barrier we can cross - a story he can tell. 

And so I head home - full, dripping, open. Breasts too tender for fabric to touch - the windows wide open while I drive through the dark, cold night.



Lust at First Sight



We saw each other at the same time when I deplaned. I didn't get to sneak a peek first, but neither did you.

You're even sexier than I imagined. Your glance has lived through a thousand lifetimes, easy. You've lived secrets I've dreamed. Maybe you think those sly dimples of yours conceal the bad boy in you, but I've been around too, and I know better. Still, beyond everything human you are, boy and man, you are truly the Love God, as I named you when you first contacted me on that dating site. The broad curve of your forehead is fitting architecture for the brightest mind I've ever fenced with. And your dark mane--will the dark tresses be my reins as I rule you? Or the rays of a masculine sun that burns me into submission? The bow of your sweet lips promises sensual power held in check, as does the lazy cant of your hips. You're teaching me already: I had no idea southern boys could drawl with their bodies. O my. 

Your arms are crossed to showcase muscles. It's kind of redundant, since you are one beautiful, intricate puzzle of muscle. You probably don't know how much you are my kind of puzzle. You probably don't realize how much I love to caress bodies, learn where muscle curves to ligament to bone, where the sienna of your muscle gives way to shadow, the chiaroscuro of strength. You've seen my sculpture, but probably don't realize I never use models. I memorize the real thing with my hands. I could really get into memorizing you, my Love God. Your bleached jeans have enough holes in them for me to see the curve of a calf. I'd like to slide my hand in there... Was that a stirring in your groin? I don't focus there near as long as I'd like. Your stomach is so taut--all the energy you aren't showing anywhere else is right there in your solar plexus. Your wide chest is world class, powerful, full of heart and gentleness. 

"Hello, " you smile. "Would you like me to turn around, so you can continue your inspection?" 

I laugh, blushing. 

"Namaste," I say. I smile into your eyes. I can't help it-- I lick my lips. "And yes." I motion with my finger for you to spin. 

"Namaste," you reply, with a small bow. You smile down at me and slowly turn around.

I gasp just a little. The ratio of your wide shoulders to your narrow and beautiful round ass hits me where I live. As someone whose hourglass figure draws comments, I've never underestimated the power of the V of man's shape to startle me into subconscious appreciation. Your V is the ultimate QED. And the way you move, like a big cat. I can think of a few ways I'd like to feel you work out, with the silk of my inner thighs for starters.. 

When you face me again, I see you have a beautiful shit-eating grin, Love God. The pictures you'd emailed hadn't shown that. 

"Would you return the favor?" You ask, your hands in your back pockets, chest arched toward me. There's something about your energy. Daring. Yeah, I think you're about to pounce...

I drop my carry-on, making the most of the drama. I smooth my skirt, smiling into your eyes. Then I skim both hands up the sides of my body, grazing flaring hips, tiny waist, breasts. I hear you aver "va va va voomm" when I get to undersides of my 34DD's. I think you like my shit-eating grin, too. I grab the mass of my sweet dark hair and, turning, bare my neck as I look back up at you over my shoulder. 

You bend in for a kiss that starts on my lips, grazes my jaw, and ends with your teeth on my neck. My womb kicks like a mule. I feel your hand stroke my hair, brush my ear, graze my eyelashes. I am a guitar string, and you are sliding a riff of want from deep inside; blind with desire and wordless, I sing "I want to squeeze your cock " in a universal language. 

I hear someone snarl, "Get a room." It's the heavy woman with the Prince Valiant hairdo who sat next to me and whined about her cat all the way from California. 

My moan turns to chuckle. I say, "Nah. We'd need a room if I were doing something like this." I turn into your embrace and push you a few steps backward, onto one of the endtables built into the chain of airport chairs. Since you're almost a foot taller than I am, it's wonderful to have access to those soft lips. I kiss them briefly, kiss the dimple in your chin, kiss the pulse of your neck, reveling in the scent of you. Slowly, savoring the heat and smell of you, I squat between your thighs. Giving you a wicked grin, I lick your inseam slowly from knee towards that spicy cock. Is that a growl I hear? I arch my eyebrow and murmur, "What sexy noises you make." That's definitely a wet spot on your jeans... I reach to taste... 

"There are children here!" This time it's a flight attendant. 

"Yeah," I tell him, sitting on my haunches, "and they've seen more on superbowl halftime."

"Besides, these are special envelope jeans." You raise your voice to address a goggle-eyed kid who is almost dislocating his shoulder in his mother's wake in an effort to watch us. You stand, saying "You have to lick them shut," pressing the seam for the kid's benefit. 

I laugh as I stand up. I love your whimsy. 

I grab my carry-on. "This is all I have. Ready to go."

You take it from me, adroitly covering any evidence. You turn to face me, beaming those dimples down at me. "You smell amazing." 

All I can do is smile and take your hand because I suddenly feel like an idiot virgin--would say choirboy, but we all know how often they're touched. 

I stammer, "You're amazing smell too." I turn the most amazing shade of red. It probably matches my blouse. "I mean, it's wonderful to meet you." 

We hold hands as we walk out. We are quiet. We have no need to fill space with chatter. Walking next to you, I feel an expansion of my bones. Like the apse of a church, my ribcage vaults open. Unaccustomed oxygen circulates, sharpens my senses. With sudden clarity, I know: all the rooms of my soul have opened to let my love for you echo. There is no need for compartments. The gypsy balladeer with the balalaika can slam dance with the body-suited Bavarian and fiesta with the entire town of Morelia. You've grown up in multiple cultures too. There is nothing we can't learn about each other. Even the way we look, you with your mix of Creek, Gaelic and Asian features, me with my Scandinavian, Slavic and Mediterranean features, we make up a mini- international convention. Passers-by probably think they just see two native americans. We'd never take each other for granted that way. We can appreciate each other's original arrangements, instruments, rhythms, idioms. 

As soon as we get onto the parking level, I start swinging our hands to and fro, letting you know I want to play. I walk us to an unoccupied space and step up onto the parking block. I slide my bag off your beautifully muscled shoulder and let it drop. I lean into you, raising arms over your shoulders, and slide my fingers into your mane, lightly tracing your scalp with my fingernails. I grind myself against you--my nipples love your hardness. They'd been shrieking with need for pressure since you bit my neck. Your hands on my ass work my vulva on your thick erection. You are burning down there. I am streaming wet. My clit does its braille trick and confirms that you possess a massive phallus. I can't wait to see you rampant, see if you have straight black pubes, stuff you everywhere. 

One good zing on my clit plus the thought of me impaled on your burning cock makes me moan from where I don't have vocal chords. Your breath catches. You pull your face out of my hair and put one hand on my heart. I put one on yours. Then we kiss, eyes open. Your eyes are such a deep dark color, I can't tell where your pupil is. I fall in. I've fooled around with tantra before and it's always been a thrill like sharing a rollercoaster ride, but this... this is like sharing a ride on the Hubble telescope spinning through endless fractal waves of Hawking radiation. It's not just a thrill, it's contact. It's creation. It's terrifying delight. Your tongue sings my body electric. I grab the best jesus handle I know, swooping my hand into your waistband and squeezing the wet head of your mushroom. So heavy and hot. 

You make a uniquely human male sound. I am grounded. Our eyes smile. With wet thumb, I sketch the design of the pavillion on your frenulum. Then I squeeze just enough loose skin beneath the head to roll it up and kiss your glans, and suck your lower lip. 


You make that wonderful male sound again, the one between moan and growl. "Two can play at that game, " you say, your voice so beautifully husky. You graze your hand down my body from my heart, under my skirt. When you touch my thigh, you say, "God, you are wet. And no undies?" Your finger fills me. 

It is enough. I am falling again. This time for real. My thighs stiffen and I arc toward you, falling forward, coming so hard. You step in close and catch me with your body. Usually when I come standing, I worry about falling and that stops it short, but you're a mountain and you hold me to you like a cloud. The way your finger rocks in me keeps it going. This is going to be one of those incredible multiples.

"I want you in me NOW." My voice is an octave lower than it usually is. I unzip your fly, and take you out. The very sight of your gorgeous phallus makes me come again. In my passion, I stroke you a bit sideways. I can see past the flowing, noble head to the beautiful veins on your shaft, to your shaved root. What is it about your proportions? I wonder when I can think again. 

"You have to be worshipped." I moan. I hike my skirt up, exposing the tops of my stockings and garters. I wrap my arms around your neck, and one leg around your waist. You have one arm around my back and scoop up my standing crane leg, settling my hot cunt against your shaft. 

You walk us the few feet over to the wall. Gripping you with my thighs, I raise myself til I feel your huge head at my entrance. My cunt is rippling with anticipation, creaming and streaming. You step closer to the wall, so my back is against the cold concrete. You thrust. It sounds like someone smacking the water with their palm. Your voice cracks on a moan, soars up into a beautiful fuck song. The sound of your beautiful voice, the smell of my arousal released into the air, and your huge dick in me, I come again. My womb contracts hard and I ejaculate all over your dick. Your eyebrows lift in suprise briefly, and then, groaning, you bury yourself in me. You ring my bell, smacking my cervix just a little, making me moan with delicious sensation. I'm still coming. You're so big, every thrust pulls the labia around my clit. I'm a pool. You're so hot. You face is so beautifully intense, even in this light. You're getting red and veins are standing out on your neck. All I can smell is us. I grip your beautiful dick as hard as I can. You can barely move. Three more thrusts like that, with your every movement tingling though my tightened skin, and we both explode. I'm back on the Hubble, nebulae streaming past, dripping. I wonder where you are.

"Any chance you can extend your layover?" You ask.

I smile and hug you with my pussy.

You flex your magic wand, stir my honeypot in answer.

I feel so replete. Usually I can keep going long past my partner, but I am so full now: Full of your still-hardness, full of your jism-- I can feel it dripping-- full of happiness. 

I lay my head on your chest, and you lay your head on mine.

"CLANG!" Goes something beneath you and you jerk slightly. The noise echoes in the parking structure.

"Was that a butt plu--"

"YOWL!" comes this inhuman sound from around a cement column.

"WOOF! WOOF!" A dog is barking its head off, the sounds of its claws scrabbling on glass. And the cat continues to yowl.

"WANT SOME MACE, BITCH! KEEP IT UP!" It's the same obnoxious voice from the plane.

You quickly lift me off you and get your pants up. I see there's a metal badge on the ground where your pants were. You run over behind the cement wall.

I jerk my skirt down and follow you.

Sure enough, that heavy lady from the plane, now with cat carrier, is standing between two SUV's, one occupied by a slavering, insane dog, that looks fairly wolfy.

"Just GET IN!" Her driver friend is saying. "Just get in!" 

But the bug-eyed woman is standing up near the hood of her friend's car, facing the barking dog and pulling something out of her bag. The cat is going nuts in its container, jerking the lady's other arm around in her purse. 

You slide right up to the driver side window, which is open just enough to let the dog get some air, never enough to allow the dog to hurt anyone, and say, "Quiet, Little Roo." And the dog goes to the back seat, as quiet as you please.

"I think everything's just fine here." You say, leaning back against the window. Clearly this is your car, and your wonderful dog. "Can I hold your carrier while you get in?"

The woman recognizes you right away from the arrival lounge- who wouldn't? You're stunning. She sees me and snarls, "NO! I think you've had enough pussy for one day."

You look at me with a smile that could be the sunrise of the rest of my life. "Impossible," you say.



Lust At First Sight



I first met Rene when I was working for my uncle’s company throughout school. The company was a maintenance company that took care of those “honey do’s” that women have, but can’t get taken care of. This soon grew into full-blown property maintenance while continuing our residential customers. Being the boss’s nephew had some benefits. During summers I got experienced at most areas of the business. When I finally graduated high school and started college, I got a lot of high paying jobs that allowed time to go to school full time. One of these jobs was Rene.

Rene ran her family’s restaurant. We did the pest control, mowed the lawn and handles all the property maintenance in general. Being that Rene’s father and my uncle were close friends that also meant that we took care of the homes of the family at a very reduced rate. I lucked out by getting Rene as a customer because she lived close to the restaurant and I could get both done before my 9:00 a.m. class.

It was so easy I had it down to a science. First I’d go to the restaurant an hour before they opened, check all the ice machines and stoves and such, then I’d do any pest control that was needed, all the while talking and flirting with Rene. After I had finished the restaurant, Rene gave me the keys to her house. I’d hop in the truck drive the four block drive and do the same at her house. I’d run the keys back to her then home to change for school.

Now I mentioned flirting in there, let me get a little further into that. Rene is five years older than me. She stands just under 6 feet with long dark hair to the middle of her back. She has dark alluring eyes and a sweetly seductive smile. Her body is one of those that is what men fantasize of when they are alone and pleasing themselves. I don’t know her exact measurements but she had a very slim waist, ample breasts,(36d possibly) and a perfect ass that fills your hands when you cup them. 

Basically in one word Rene is hot. I could never figure why she flirted with me because I’m what you call average. I keep in shape have a real baby face and could easily pass for a high school kid. I’m nothing out of the ordinary but Rene always made me feel like I was the hottest guy in the world the way she would smile and bat her eyes and flirt endlessly with me. 

The day that took this innocent flirting over the top was one I’ll never forget and wanted to share with everyone.

I got to the restaurant about 45 minutes early one day and Rene’s brother Danny was there and let me in. This had happened before and just meant Rene was running errands or tied up with something. I did my job and Danny asked about school, and if there were any hot chicks there. We joked about Pussy Mountain, which is what all the guys at school affectionately called the hill where most of the sorority houses were. I finished up and he told me that Rene had to take her car to the shop so she left me the key under the door mat.

Not thinking that I was way early I did as I usually did and headed to Rene’s. That is where this story really begins.

I checked the chemical level of the hot tub and as I did I began to think of Rene in a skimpy bikini as I often did while doing this part of the job. I made my way into the garage to check the settings on the sprinkler system. Still not thinking that anyone may be at home, I went into the house to check the mouse bait containers in the master bath. Apparently mice love to nest underneath large sunken Jacuzzi tubs.

I climbed the stairs checking my watch, I was making great time and I might even get to class a little early. Stepping into the master bedroom I inhaled the sweet smell of Rene’s shampoo and I began to think that she must have just left. Wrong.

As my hand rose to push the bathroom door open I noticed the door was open slightly. Some movement that I caught out of the corner of my eye caused my attention to turn towards it. What I saw brought an instant tent in my pants. Through the small opening I could see Rene coming towards me. Naked. She wore nothing but a towel on her head. I could see her beautifully sculpted body, her ample breasts, her very well groomed pubic area, and it was coming towards me.

My mind said “ get out of here” but my body wasn’t listening. I was frozen to the spot. She reached the door and pulled it towards her. Our eyes met and she let out a scream. My feet still wouldn’t obey my brain and now my tongue followed.

“ I ummm wasn’t ummm this isn’t what it.....” I stammered. All of a sudden my feet began to move from the spots they had grown roots to. I turned and hurriedly walked, my feet tangling and almost tripping myself. I hurried downstairs and straight to the truck.

Later that day I got a phone call from my uncle. My stomach knotted as I hit the green button on the cell phone. “ Hello.” The word felt dry and heavy as it left my mouth.

“Hey Rene over at A Slice Of Italy called,” my uncle said rather matter-of-factly.

“Ok,” is all I could muster to come out.

“You need to call her, something about some kinda situation this morning.” His tone changed. “You didn’t mess anything up did you? You know me and her dad go way back, if you can’t handle the workload I can lighten it for you.” I sat there as he said those last words in a way that meant, “if you want this job don’t fuck up.”

“ I don’t know what happened just call her and make it right again, am I clear?”

“ Yes. I’ll get it taken care of.”

I hung up and looked at the phone. My hand trembled as my fingers dialed the numbers. I pushed send and the milliseconds that it took to connect seemed like an eternity. Finally I got a ring, and just one ring. “Slice of Italy.” I heard Danny’s voice and felt relieved.

“ Danny, it’s Mike from Maintenance One,” I said.

“ Hey Mikey , Rene is expecting your call hang on a sec.” I heard a beep as he put me on hold.

I felt the knots in my stomach tighten even more. 

“Mike?” I heard Rene’s sweet voice and tried to search it for any hint of anger. I couldn’t tell.

“I’m here.”

“Mike, we need to talk about this morning, and you have my keys.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry....” she cut me off before I could finish my sentence.

“Look I’m really busy. Come by tomorrow morning about the same time. Ok?”

“Uh, Ok.”

“Good.”The phone hung up.

The next morning came and I drove over to Rene’s house. I had no idea what to expect. I rang the doorbell and heard her yell for me to come in. I stepped in. She called for me from upstairs. As I climbed the steps I felt a deja vu come over me. The door to her room was open so I stepped in. My eyes must have been deceiving me, because there was Rene standing in the tiniest of tiny robes. My jaw must of hit the floor. She smiled and took a step towards me.

“Deja vu huh?,” she laughed. “I’m getting ready for work.” She then began to explain to me that she wasn’t mad and she didn’t think I was peeping I just startled her. The whole time she was speaking I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Now that I knew what was under that robe my fantasies of her would be even more vivid. Mike? Hello? Still with me?,” she had been talking and I was entranced in my thoughts. She smiled and repeated her question, “ Are we ok again?”

“Ummm yeah we’re ok.” I was able to finally respond. Then she totally floored me with what she said next. “You’re thinking of me naked again aren’t you?” I looked at her waiting for the angry words to fly. Then she said,” You wanna fuck me don’t you?” I was speechless as she continued, “Don’t say no either because I can tell you do,” she said as I felt my cock swelling.

Our eyes met and she smiled. She knew I wanted her and she liked it. I looked at her heavy breasts and saw the erectness of her nipples. It turned her on that I wanted her! I nodded yes and she took yet another step closer. We were just inches apart. My mouth opened even though I had nothing to say. I was dumbfounded. Then it happened, our lips met. All those nights I lay in bed stroking myself while fantasizing about this woman, and now we were kissing passionately in her bedroom.

At this point instinct took over and I pulled her tightly to me and my hands started to roam. My fingers came to her hard nipples as I caressed her ample breasts. They were perfect. Large, but not overwhelming. Her nipples were a dark color surrounded by big dark areolas. 

Our tongues were darting in and out of each others mouths, and her hands began to slide down my chest over my stomach to my waist. Her nimble fingers began to undo my belt, then 

the button to my pants. I could feel the zipper being slid down. I was so hard that had I not been wearing my boxer briefs my erect cock would have fallen into her hand.

Rene pulled away from me and smiled a sly little smile as she dropped to her knees. “Let’s see what you’re packin here.” I gasped as I felt her hand slide the waist band down. I’m not huge but Rene must of liked what I saw because her eyes got big and she licked her lips. Next thing I knew my cock was sliding past her lips and down her throat. Her tongue began licking the underside of my shaft as she moaned causing a vibration around the head of my cock. I was in heaven. I had never had a blow job this good, I could only imagine what else she was good at.

I closed my eyes as Rene’s hands began to fondle my balls. If she kept it up I was going to explode down her throat. She pulled away at just the right second, because if she hadn’t I would’ve dumped the biggest load of my life into her mouth. I didn’t want that. I had better ideas where to do that.

She looked up at me and giggled. Gazing down on her from that angle I could truly see her beauty. I reached down and pulled her up to me. We kissed as I led her to the bed. I laid her down and began kissing my way down to her neck. I paused and stared into the deep valley of her cleavage. “God she was amazing,” I thought again to myself. I took first one nipple into my mouth then the other. The picture is still burned into my mind. Her nipples so very hard, her eyes slightly closed, her soft moans and coos. 

I moved my hand to her soft mound. There was just a small landing strip of hair, and her lips were soft and smooth. I could feel the first drops of her wetness there. I began to kiss my way down, my lips finally reaching her beautiful pussy. I used my tongue to pry the lips apart and tasted her succulent juices. Rene arched her back and thrust her pelvis into my mouth. My lips wrapped around her hard love button and I began to flick my tongue back and forth rapidly. I felt Rene’s fingernails as her hands went to my head and she began to pull my face into her.

I worked a finger into her. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. My tongue worked faster and faster and I slid a second finger into her. Rene’s breathing became shallow and ragged. Her muscles tensed. She released a scream of pure lust as she came, her juices covering my face. 

Her body remained tense and she slowly caught her breath. “ That was amazing. Oh my god, had I know that you were this good I woulda jumped ya sooner!” Rene said jokingly. Her hand had made its way to my still rigid cock and she was absent mindedly stroking it. She smiled that sly smile again, and in one quick motion she was on top of me with my hard on deep inside her. I reached up and fondled her swaying breasts as she rode me. Her hands on my chest for balance. I began to feel my orgasm building again and I couldn’t take much more.

I pushed upward and rolled over. I got Rene on her hands and knees and began to drive into her in deep hard thrusts. Her hand made it’s way down so she could stroke her clit as I fucked her. Rene threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm overtook her body and I lost it. I felt my balls tighten and I slid out shooting a huge jet stream of my hot seed all over her back. Stream after stream sprayed her tanned skin as I exploded with the most earth shattering orgasm I had ever experienced.

I collapsed on top of her, panting. Rene turned her head and kissed me in a very passionate kiss. Needless to say I didn’t lose the account and I gained something much more valuable. Rene and I began dating and recently celebrated our first wedding anniversary.

I sit here and recount this story and just think to my self how much different my life would be had I not went up those stairs. It was the best thing that has ever happened to me because I’m now married to the most wonderful woman. It also doesn’t hurt that she is so sexually exciting that she blows my mind on a regular basis.



Lust At First Sight



She looked so sad, so vulnerable. And yet so beautiful, so sexy. And I wanted her – badly. My hands felt clammy, my chest ached, and my cock was rigid in my shorts.

One look had been enough.

I had first spotted as she walked towards me, before sitting down sit at a table on the opposite side of an aisle to me on a cross channel ferry. We had just left Calais, and were heading back to Dover. She was with two others, and – like me – seemed to be on her way home to England after a holiday in France. As soon as she had sat down, she had opened a book on the table in front of her, but was I watched her I could see that she was clearly not reading it.

I had watched her for those few moments as she had walked towards me, taking in the swing of her hips, the soft curves of her body, her easy confidence. And now I couldn’t take my eyes off her. As I watched her, I ached for her. Here I was, a grown man, feeling like a kid with a crush. Except that I had never felt such an overwhelming need before.

Her hair was blonde, and was tied back in a pony tail, a few strands hanging loose each side of her face, partially hiding her delicate ears and her gold stud ear rings. Her skin looked soft and tanned. Her nose was small, her lips moist and full – and oh so kissable.

She was wearing a sleeveless v-neck tee shirt. Each time she moved and leant forward, I caught a tantalising glimpse of her divine looking cleavage, and of the hidden delights beyond. Her arms were slender, her hands perfect, her fingers long and mobile as she tapped softly on the table top.

Until a few minutes ago, I’d never set eyes on her before. But from the moment I’d first seen her, I knew that I’d wanted her. My body told me I did, my heart told me, my mind told me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I tried. I kept looking down at my own book, but seconds later found myself looking up at her again, sometimes catching her looking up, looking around, looking at me.

And then it happened. As I gazed at her, she looked up, and looked straight at me. Her face opened up into a delicious smile, her small white teeth glistening at me, her pale blue eyes bright. I smiled back, holding her gaze despite my sense of having been caught out. My cock lurched in my shorts, throbbing painfully.

For a few long seconds we looked at each other. I looked down, and then back up. She was still looking at me, smiling. Slowly, she licked her lips, the pink tip of her tongue sliding along her lips. I groaned to myself. Abruptly, she stood up, closed her book, said something to her colleagues, and walked away.

I watched as she walked down the aisle away from me. I watched the movement of her firm ass, of her tight cheeks moving against each other in her black cut off trousers. Without thinking, I stood up and followed her, grateful that my cock probably wasn’t to obvious in my loose fitting shorts.

But, by the time I got to the wide stairwell at the end of the aisle, she had gone. There was no sign of her anywhere. I stopped, my shoulders sagging with disappointment, with frustration, as I looked around, hoping to catch sight of her. Nothing, she was nowhere to be seen. There was a bar on the opposite side of the stair well. I walked across and ordered a drink, feeling totally deflated.

As I stood waiting for my drink, my hands resting on the edge of the bar, I sensed someone behind me. I stood still. It had to be her. She stepped closer to me, her breasts pressing against my arm. Her voice was soft, but slightly husky.

“I feel it as well,” she told me, “The need, the desire.”

And then she was gone. I turned quickly, my drink forgotten. I threw some coins on the bar and searched for her in the crowds ahead of me. I spotted her as she glanced over her shoulder, smiling that delicious smile at me again. I quickly caught up with her, and walked beside her down a flight of stairs, neither of us talking. She seemed to know exactly where she was going.

She led me down the stairs and through a door marked “Staff Only”, and then along a short corridor. She stopped outside another door with the same markings and began to press a code into the electronic lock. In a whisper she told me that she had worked on the ferry for a few months during her break from University, and that the codes never got changed – and that the room never got used during the hour long ferry crossings. The door opened, and she quickly stepped inside. 

I followed her, still trying to catch up in my mind with what was happening. I pushed the door closed behind me. The room was full of bags and coats. There were a few easy chairs dotted around, and a large table in the middle of the room.

She stood with her back to the table, looking at me. She stepped closer, a look of sheer lust in her eyes – the same look as I’m sure she could see in mine.

We stepped forward at the same time, our mouths locking together as we held each other tight, as our hands pulled at each other’s clothes, as my cock pressed against her, as our lips started to feel bruised as they crushed together, as our tongues found each other.

We stepped apart, gasping for breath. I could see the surprised look in her eyes, the surprise at the strength of her feelings, of our feelings. We kissed again, more softly but no less passionately. Her lips kissed along mine, her tongue licking at me before she thrust it into my mouth, her body hard to mine. I sucked on her tongue, matching her thrusts, matching the grind of her body against me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me, her breasts firm and full against my chest.

She tugged at my tee shirt, dragging it over my head as we breathlessly broke our kiss again. I pulled her top off her – and then gazed down at her large breasts, barely hidden by her lacy black bra, her hard little nipples threatening to rip through the flimsy material.

She stepped back from me, turning around. She looked back over her shoulder, and with a delicious wiggle pushed her trousers over her hips, her bum pushed out towards me. She slid them down slowly over her bum, and down her slender legs. She wore the skimpiest of black, lacy knickers. She turned back towards me, turning slowly to show off her sexy body to me. She looked fantastic – and she knew it.

She showed me her sexy, softly curving body, her long legs, her firm bum, her perfectly rounded breasts. All tanned a soft coffee brown, and covered by nothing more than her tiny black lingerie. 

I groaned out loud as I looked at her, my cock throbbing painfully.

She dropped to her knees in front of me. She reached her hands up to my sides and grabbed the waist band of my shorts, of my underwear. Slowly, smoothly, she pulled them down, her eyes never leaving mine. She knelt up higher and kissed my nipples, sucking them, biting them. She sat back on her heels and watched as my cock bounced free of my shorts. She looked down and gasped as she finished undressing me.

She gasped at my cock, standing out proudly from my body, my balls hanging heavily. I looked down. I don’t think I’d ever been harder, or longer, or thicker.

Her hands looked so small as she reached up to cup my balls in one hand, and to slowly peel back my foreskin with the other. Then it was my turn to gasp as she pulled my skin right back, and held it back as she exposed my red shiny cock head, as she leant forward and flicked her tongue across me, as she looked up at me and licked away the pre-cum that was pouring from me.

She pushed my cock up against my belly, and ran her warm, wet tongue up and down my length. She licked me quickly a few times, leaving my cock shiny and wet. I reached down and held her head as she licked my cock head and beyond – up to my belly, to my chest, to my nipples. 

And then down again, her tongue swirling around my cock, poking at my hole, before sliding wetly down to my balls. She sucked one, and then the other, into her hot mouth, her tongue licking me, her teeth nipping, exquisite pain and pleasure flooding my body. As I leant back against the table, her tongue delved deeper, lapping at my balls and beyond. She ran her lips along my cock, smearing me with her red lipstick.

I sighed and moaned as he let my cock fall away from my body again. She looked at me, my balls back in her hand, my cock rigid in front of her. She leant forward and sucked me deeply into her mouth. I thrust my hips forward, pushing deeper between her lips as she sucked me harder. She wanked me with long slow strokes with one hand, the other one massaging my balls. I groaned out loud as she wanked me faster and harder, matching her sucking.

I rocked my hips forward, fucking her mouth in time to her hands, to her lips, to her tongue. I fucked her mouth harder, her lips stretched around me. She pushed her fingers between my legs to probe my bum. I told her I was going to cum. She sucked me harder, wanked me faster, and then pushed the tip of her finger inside me.

My moans filled the room as I came, as I held her head to me, as I drove my cock into her mouth, as jet after jet of my thick cum poured from me. She clamped her lips around my cock, still sucking me, squeezing me, taking all my cum into her mouth. I watched as she swallowed, as she looked up at me, before standing up to kiss me, still holding my cock.

We kissed, our lips hard together, our tongues sharing the feel, the taste, of my cum. As we kissed, I turned her so that she was leaning back against the table.

Now it was my turn to kneel. I kissed her tummy softly, my tongue exploring her tiny belly button. I eased her knickers off, over her hips and down her legs, watching as I exposed her to me. She sat back on the edge of the table, pulling her legs up, opening them to me. Her pussy was smooth and naked, her lips pouting and wet, her clit pink and erect.

I leant forward and kissed her belly again, running my tongue over her warm flesh, downwards. I stopped just above her slit, teasing her, kissing her softly, moving down to kiss the insides of her thighs. With a cry, she grabbed my head and dragged me back to her pussy, pushing her hips forward, pulling me onto her.

I sucked on her as she held me, savouring her taste, her wetness. She sighed as I probed her with my tongue before slipping a finger inside her pussy while I sucked on her clit.

She held my head, rocking her hips forward to force her pussy down harder onto my mouth. I finger fucked her, rubbing that little rough patch just inside her pussy as I sucked on her lips and clit. I clamped my mouth over her, my tongue inside her. Her hands tightened on my head as her pleasure built, her moans getting louder, her pussy wetter, as I moved with her, fingering her, licking her, sucking her.

She ground down harder on me, her juices smeared around my face, as she cried out, as she came. Her wetness poured from her as she rubbed herself frantically against me. I sucked harder, sucking her juices from her succulent pussy as her cries echoed around us, as her orgasm washed over her, as she held me tighter than ever to her. 

Gradually, she relaxed, sighing with pleasure. I stood up, pulling her to me as we kissed, as we shared the taste of her. She licked her juices from my face, her tongue darting around. We kissed again – a long lingering kiss, our tongues slipping and sliding sensually over each other, our hands roaming all over each other.

She reached for my cock. I was hard again, my cock hanging down heavily in front of me. She stroked me slowly as I held her hips, her bum still perched on the table. She stood up, and turned around. She leant forward, her perfect heart shaped bum pointing upwards at me. I bent forward and kissed each flawless cheek. As I stood up, she looked over her shoulder at me. I stood watching her, stroking my cock.

“Now fuck me,” she whispered, “Fuck me hard.”

I reached for her hips again, my cock resting between her cheeks. She wiggled her bum deliciously from side to side as I stepped back a little, my cock head slipping easily downwards towards her pussy. She pushed back, my cock between her damp thighs, and then against her hot, wet pussy. I pressed forward, my cock entering her easily, slowly.

We both moaned as I slid into her more deeply. I moaned as her pussy wrapped itself around me, drawing me into her. And she moaned at my size, at my hardness inside her. I eased out of her, leaving just my cock head inside her, and then drove back inside her - hard. Her hips pushed back to meet me, her cries filling the room again as I fucked her. 

I reached around her, cupping her firm breasts through her flimsy bra. I squeezed her gently, rolling her hard nipples through the thin material. Her hips matched my thrusts as I pumped into her, as I pinched her nipples – softly at first and then harder as her cries reached a peak and she came again. She reached down and rubbed her own clit, her body slumped forward on the table. I fucked her more slowly, not wanting to cum just yet, wanting her to enjoy her moment.

I pulled out of her as she stood up and turned around. She lay back on the table, her arms above her head, her gorgeous body laid out before me. I slid into her again. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me onto her, into her.

I reached forward, cupping her breasts again. My fingers found the tiny clasp nestling in her deep cleavage. I undid it, pushing the lacy material away from her body. Her breasts were hot under my hands, her nipples hard like two little pebbles against the palms of my hands.

I drove my cock into her harder, meeting her hips as she pushed up to meet me. She held my hands to her, pressing them hard to her breasts. I pushed down, her nipples hard against me. I rubbed her breasts before pulling my hands away to hold her hips again as I pumped into her harder and harder.

She caressed her own breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples, her breathing laboured, her mouth open, her eyes closed. Her moans got louder as I fucked her harder, deeper. She threw her hands above her head, holding the end of the table, her back arched, her breasts bouncing as I drove into her, as I fucked her, as we both cried out.

She screamed as she came again, as her pussy throbbed and pulsed around my cock, as her pleasure ran through her, as she triggered my eruption. I cried out as my cum gushed into her. I slumped forward holding her, gasping for breath, my cock buried inside her, our hot, damp bodies pressed together.

We kissed softly as our breathing returned to normal. With a start we heard a muffled announcement that the ferry would soon be docking. We jumped up, looking for our clothes strewn around the room.

By the time I had found my clothes and pulled my tee shirt on, she was dressed. I stopped, half naked, and looked at her. She stepped towards me, and kissed me. Before I could pull her to me she was gone, stepping away from me and out of the door. I called out, frantically trying to get dressed. I rushed after her, but she was gone. I went back to the stairwell, which was now crowded with people heading towards the car decks. She was nowhere to be seen.

I walked slowly towards the stairs, joining the mass of other people. As I walked, something was pressed into my hand by someone behind me. I automatically looked down at my hand. I recognised them straightaway – it was her lacy, black knickers. I turned, looking for her. She was a few yards away, walking away from me. She turned and blew me a kiss as she flashed that wonderful smile at me. She pointed at my hand. I looked down. There was a note wrapped in her damp panties. Looking up, she was gone. 

The note was short. All it said was a name – “Frankee”, and then a phone number, and then a short message – “Call Me”.

I grinned broadly, making the people around me jump as I pumped my arm in the air and shouted ”Yes” rather more loudly than I intended.

What a way to end a holiday – and start the rest of my life!!



Lust at First Sight



I turned to the right as I reached the sign telling me that the fishing lake where I used to spend so many weekends with my father was only five miles away. I knew that before I would actually arrive to the lake, I would pass the small town -- well, little more than a hamlet -- where I could stop and buy some food, a six-pack of beer and of course some bait and fishing-outfit I had to replace. I had plenty of opportunities to buy these things on the road; however, father and I always bought them at "Uncle Fred's Grocery and Fishermen's Store", where we had a coffee (Fred and dad always corrected it a bit) and some talk about what happened since we left.

This time the trip was a bit different as I did not live with my dad anymore and ran my own business, so I came alone on Thursday afternoon and he would join me only on Saturday. As I drew up to the store I immediately noticed that something has changed since the last time I was there. The sign above the door said "Hungry Bass Grocery" and the old, faded gold-and-green decoration of the window was replaced by blue waves and pictures of fish.

I got out of the car and looked at the store. The outside of the store received a new coat of brown paint and a new, red-and-cream striped sunshade. Inside there was a woman in her late fifties was standing behind the counter. She noticed me and waved with a smile for me to go in. I opened the door and expected the clinging sound of the old brass bell, but instead I heard the soft, muffled sound of a bamboo chime. Things have definitely changed.

"Hi, and welcome to my store," the woman said, then added as she offered me a hand, "I'm Wilma. Please feel free to look around, if you can't find anything, just ask!"

"Hi, I'm James," I introduced myself as we shook hands. She had strong hands for a woman of her age, but she seemed to be quite an agile woman as well. She saw my confusion and had a questioning smile on her face.

"Sorry, I was just expecting to find Uncle Fred here," I explained quickly.

"Oh, sorry Honey, I'm afraid you won't find him here anymore. Her wife passed away earlier this year, so he sold the store to me in March and moved south to the seaside."

"So finally he acted on his dreams, even if in a different way." I said "He told us for many years that if Melissa gets better, they will pack up and leave."

In the meantime, she stepped behind the espresso machine and asked me if I wanted coffee. I gladly accepted and I noticed that she also sold muffins and doughnuts. Already a change I liked. She told me about the tricks of renovating the store and I told her about my business. She obviously liked to chat, but she was not boring at all. Once finished, I decided to look around and she went down to the storage room to bring out something.

The whole place has been rearranged, although in a somewhat more logical and cosy way. Uncle Fred did not put too much effort into the decoration of the store. He had old metal shelves that he bought somewhere during the liquidation of a warehouse and the prices were written on small stickers on each packet or box. He did not bother to arrange the stuff on the shelves either; usually everything was left in the cardboard boxes they came in. While the shelves remained the same, the prices were written out on neat little blackboards with white chalk. Also, some of the old brands Uncle Fred preferred were replaced by others and I was especially happy to find a better selection of beer, including the bottles of a small local brewery. I started to put the things I needed into my basket that was also new -- fancy wickerwork instead of the old plastic ones. I was looking at my checklist when suddenly the door flew open and I heard a young female voice.

"Aunt Wilma, I'm back! Brought you all the magazines you asked for, risking getting a hernia!"

When she did not get any response, she looked into my row, "Aunt Wilma, are you here?" When she saw me, she blushed, and said "Wow... Uhh, I didn't know there was a customer." Then she looked at me and our eyes locked for several moments. She finally said, "Which is, of course my fault, the store is open after all. Anyway, hi, I'm Suzie." She tried to smile, but was obviously a bit embarrassed, so I desperately wanted to ease things up a bit. It was quite difficult however, because I could see in her eyes that she saw something she liked, and to be honest I saw something that I liked as well. We both stepped almost unconsciously a few steps closer.

Suzie was around 20 years old, she was a natural redhead, with short, curly hair, light skin and some freckles on and around her nose and her shoulders. She was a bit over 5' tall and had a nice figure. She was not thin, but she had no extra weight either. With her nervousness gone she had that kind, absolutely-not-so-innocent girl-next-door smile on her face. She wore fringe short jeans with a flip-flop and a black spaghetti top that covered her nice, unsupported B-cup breasts. Altogether she was the kind of girl that you notice in a crowd but who will not draw the attention of every male on the street. She definitely drew my attention, however.

"Your aunt is down in the basement," I said without breaking eye-contact, then added "Hi, my name is James. I'm here for a few days for fishing. We have a small cabin a bit farther down the shore."

"Which cabin?" she asked suddenly.

"Uh, it's the one in the large patch of reeds, close to the small bay. It is built on piers and is painted brown and green, so it is quite difficult to find during summer. Anyway there is a path leading to it from the edge of the lake." I said this so quickly as if it would be a secret and wanted to tell it before someone disturbed us.

"Oh, I see," she said, "I like the small bay; I usually go there for sunbathing on late afternoons, when the sun is not too strong for my skin. Can I help you with your list?"

"Sure," I said and showed it to her. She helped me to find everything, but as we put the things into the basket, we noticeably made much more body contact than was necessary. I felt an inexplicable urge to speak to her, to touch her, to be with her and I had the feeling that she had similar feelings.

When I was ready, I went to the counter to pay. Suzie stepped behind the counter and we kept looking at each other as she scanned the things into the register. I paid in cash and as I gave her the money, she took my hand and held it as she searched for the change. Her hand was soft and warm and while the situation was not intimate or romantic at all, my whole body ached when she let my hand go.

Finally she said, "I hope to see you again." Then she added, "Soon."

"I hope to see you again too. Today." I answered to her, and I really hoped that I gave her the right answer. She smiled on me and from her eyes I could read that I was right. She suddenly leant forward and we kissed each other. It was not a soft, first time kiss, but a raw, passionate, hot kiss. We only stopped when we heard her aunt coming up from the basement.

I packed everything into the car and left the parking lot. It only took me five minutes to get to the cabin. I brought in everything and put everything to its place, but during the whole time my thoughts were somewhere else. Or better said by someone else. I could not force Suzie out of my mind, so I decided that maybe the best idea would be to sit into my boat and go fishing.

The boat was still on the bank, turned upside-down, so I had to turn it over and push it onto the water. It was an old, battered metal boat, so I decided to check everything, to see if there was a leak or if the wooden seat was weakened by rot. Then I installed the motor and made a test run to see if it worked fine, but finally I decided to use the oars and make less noise. It was well past 4 o'clock in the afternoon when I was ready to leave.

As I left the pier, I started to enjoy the beautiful scenery, the silent rustle of the reeds, the song of the birds and the splashing sound made by frogs as they jumped into the clear water. The weather was hot, although the temperature already started to decrease. I was wearing my shorts, but decided to take off my shirt to get some sun. I took sun oil with me and used it generously to protect my skin, as one can get red like a crab quite quicly on the open water, sitting in a boat.

However, as I left the reeds and directed my boat towards the small bay, I caught sight of another small boat in the reeds, partly in the shadow. At first I thought that it was empty and just drifted in the water, but then I realized that there was someone in it. It was Suzie, and she was lying there on a towel, naked except for a pair of sunglasses. She had nice, firm breasts with tender, pink nipples and a bit larger than average areolas, and soft, red pussy hair that was neatly trimmed, but only shaved along the bikini lines. She had small drops of sweat on her temple and on her body. She was lightly slumbering. She was so natural, so beautiful that I had to spend a few moments just looking at her before I collected my strength to greet her.

"Hi, Suzie!" I called out to her finally.

She slowly sat up in the boat and smiled. She was not startled at all and she did not try to cover herself in any way. She had a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "It took you almost three minutes to greet me and I could feel your eyes on me during all this time," she giggled.

It was my time to blush. "Sorry," I said to her "but you are so amazingly beautiful." I decided that being honest and straightforward was the best strategy this time.

"Well, why don't you come over so you can get a better view?"

She did not have to say it twice. I pulled up my boat to hers with a few dashes of the oar and was lying next to her a few seconds later. She moved over me, dug her fingers into my hair and we started to kiss. Once again, we kissed passionately, like people who knew each other for a long time and not like two strangers who first met a few hours ago. I embraced her with both hands and started to fondle her back, her legs and finally her ass. Her skin was soft and slippery from the sweat. She tried to moan in pleasure, but did not want to break the kiss, so it became a "Mmmmmmpfh", but she kissed even harder.

When we finally parted our lips I told her to get on her back and so she did. The boat tilted heavily as we both moved, so we had to be careful not to knock it over. When she was on her back, I opened her legs wide and she put them over the gunwale. Her pussy was directly in front of me, dripping from excitement. I started to kiss her legs softly and then wanted to reach her pussy, but she hungrily grabbed my head and pushed my mouth to her loins.

I started to lap her pussy, than ran my tongue softly up and down her slit, finally pushed my tongue inside a few times. She grabbed the seat with both hands and raised her head to see what I was doing. She started to breath heavily and said "Oh, fuck, yes, that's it! Yeeesss, that's it!" I searched for her clit with my mouth and I found it easily, as it bulged out almost half an inch. I started to gently suck it as I pushed two fingers inside her pussy and started to finger-fuck her. Her pussy was hot and my fingers were soon drenched in her juices. To push her over the edge, I started to fondle her tits with my other hand.

This was too much for her; she closed her eyes and tilted her head back as her orgasm rushed through her body. "Ah, aaah, aaahhh!" was all she could say as her body tightened. I kept sucking on her clit, pushed my fingers inside her pussy once more, but did not pull them out until her orgasm subsided. Her pussy pulsed around my fingers, almost crushing them.

"Oh, my God, this was incredible!" she said, gasping for air when she was able to talk once again. "I never had such an orgasm before without a cock inside me." Then she took my hand into her mouth to taste her own juices.

"You can do amazing things with your fingers and tongue, you know! My two ex-boyfriends did not really know how to use them," she said.

"Well, my ex-girlfriend loved to have my fingers and tongue in and around her pussy," I answered. "And how about your cock? Did she also like that in her pussy?" she asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Again, I decided to be honest and straightforward.

"Actually she loved to have my cock in her ass. She always said that I have a longer but thinner than average cock that fitted her ass perfectly."

I was curious how she reacted to that, but finally it was my turn to be a bit surprised.

"Hmmm, I'll have to test that," she said, "My first boyfriend loved fucking my butt but he never spent time over making me relaxed enough."

We just laid there for some minutes waiting for her to recover. When she sat up, we decided to bring the boats to the cabin, so I tied my boat to hers and rowed us to the pier. I sat on the seat and she sat in front of me, with her head in my lap. When we arrived, as I fastened the boats to the pier, she playfully got down on her knees and elbows next to me on her towel and wriggled her ass towards me.

"Come on, James! Show me what you can do with your cock. If it is at least as talented as your fingers are, you will make me pass out!" she giggled, as she parted her ass cheeks with her hands. I got out of my shorts and kneeled down behind her. I started to kiss her ass and to softly brush her clit with my thumb. She closed her eyes and purred like a cat. Then an idea rushed into my mind and I grabbed the sun oil from the boat. I squeezed some oil onto her anus and started to gently massage it, waiting for her reaction.

"Aaaah, fuck!" she groaned and I started to slowly push my middle finger into her ass. I pushed in only the tip, than waited for her to adjust, but again she was not so patient. It was clear that the sensation was not unknown to her. She started to push her ass up, so that my finger got deeper and deeper. When it was almost completely in, I added my index finger and slowly started to put some oil onto my cock. She slowly moved her ass up and down on my fingers and moaned in pleasure with each move. When I withdrew my fingers, she gave out a groan of dissatisfaction that immediately turned into a voluptuous sigh as she felt my cock slowly filling her ass.

"Oh, my God, this is fantastic!" she said, "Come, push it in completely! Your cock is sooo perfect!"

Her ass was tight and she squeezed my cock with an almost lethal force, still all I wanted was to push my cock more and more inside. I stopped halfway when I saw on her face that she needed some time to adjust again and added some more oil, but then I pushed it all the way in and after a few moments of rest I started to move my cock in and out while I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands.

We both moaned with pleasure in unison. Her hands got weak and she let her head down onto the towel, with her eyes closed. I closed my eyes as well and started to increase the pace and smacked her ass once. "Aaahhh," she cried out and I took it as an encouragement. I increased my speed even more and smacked her ass again. "Once more, hit that ass once more!" she cried out again and I happily obliged. This was enough for her and she came around my cock. Just as in the boat, her body became tense and she grabbed my cock with her muscles as she started to wildly rock her ass. I could not hold back either, and started to pump my load deep into her ass, crying violently and pushing my cock deeper and deeper with as much force as I could muster up. Her grip was so strong she literally milked me as she pushed herself back and forth.

I collapsed on her back and then we both turned to our sides completely spent. My cock started to soften and as I pulled it out, my cum started to ooze out and dripped onto the planks. All I could do was to embrace her from behind and give her a soft kiss on her neck.

"Oh, my God, oh my God," she said, gasping for air. She tried to say something else, but with no avail.

"Baby, you were fantastic." I said, then I drew her closer to me and we both fell asleep.

I do not know how long we were asleep, but it had to be at least an hour, as it was already dusk when we woke up to the roar of a thunder and as large raindrops started to fall. In a few seconds it rained heavily and by the time we managed to get to our legs, we were soaked. Suzie grabbed my hand and motioned to the water, "Come, we need a bath anyway!" With that, she jumped into the water and I jumped after her.

The water was not deep, but the wind made quite large waves, so we had to tread to keep ourselves above the surface. I always liked swimming naked and I also liked the relative warmth of the water as the cool, large drops of the rain fell onto my head. She seemed to enjoy it as well. We both laughed and splatted water on each other. Then we climbed back onto the pier and ran back to the house laughing, as she tried to avoid me smacking her ass on the way.

In the house we dried each other with a towel and then I offered her some of my clothes, but she refused. She also looked at me angrily when I wanted to get into my pants, so I decided to stay naked as well. She made tea as I made some sandwiches. The counter was quite small and we had to cling to one another, however we did not mind that at all. Then we cuddled up to each other under a blanket with the food and the tea and we talked long into the night.

On one hand it was so strange as we only met a few hours ago, but on the other hand it seemed so natural to hold her in my arms, to give her small kisses on her neck, to fondle her soft breasts and to play with the curly public hair above her pussy. She visibly enjoyed it, although she found the last one funny and always started to giggle whenever my hand wandered there. Before falling asleep, she turned to me and said with a smile, "You know tomorrow you will have to fuck my pussy as well!"

I gave her a good-night kiss as I said laughing, "Don't worry, I won't forget that!"



Lust at First Sight Ch. 01



In spite of being tired after a day of meetings, I decide to have a nightcap at the hotel bar

My name is Carol. I am middle-aged and I believe still reasonably attractive, still hoping to meet Mister Right. And, as usual, I'm horny. Some of those guys I met with today would suit me just fine, but of course they're married.

I pick up my drink and sit at one of the small tables near the bubbling fountain, aware of the eyes that are following me from across the lobby. He was apparently waiting patiently for a woman like me to show up. What a hunk! He is probably one of those guys who like to amuse himself at the end of his business day by picking up lonely women in the lounges of first class hotels.

He's younger than I, probably mid-thirties. Tall, slender, strong features, great hair. Like I say, a real hunk.

I watch him and feel a stirring in my stomach. He goes to the bar and orders a Scotch. Self-consciously I tear my eyes away and stare at the fountain.

"Mind if I join you?" Suddenly he is standing by my table, looking down with a friendly smile.

"Oh... sure," I manage.

His eyes never leave mine as he eases his lanky six plus feet into the chair. "I like your looks," he says. I blush, surprised by his bluntness.

"Are you staying in the hotel?" he asks.

"Yes." 

"Alone?"

"Yes." I feel the color rise in my cheeks.

"Me too. I feel like having some companionship tonight. What about you?"

I am slowly recovering my composure. "What do you mean, companionship?"

"I mean spending the night together."

"My goodness! Just because you look like God's gift to women does not mean you can proposition nice ladies like me after a minute conversation."

"But I just did."

I know I should get up and walk away, but my feet won't move. Instead I just look at him, imagining his arms around me, his hands on my body.

"Look," he says. "We are both travelers, here for a night. Fortune has put us together. Life is short, full of suffering. But occasionally we have the opportunity to reach out, experience pleasure. I want you."

"Oh..."

"No one knows us here. We will never see each other again. No complications. As the song says, just a moment's pleasure."

I'm tempted, but not so sure about lack of complications. "Ha, there could be after-affects you know."

He grins. "Highly unlikely with the right precautions. I'm not one of those men who gets carried away and ignores the risks. I wear a double layer of socks to bed."

He's thought of everything. Might as well flirt a little more. It's fun.

"You are very persuasive. You must be a salesman. "

No response. He just stares at me with a hungry look. I am flattered and becoming seriously tempted. Wheels are spinning in my head as I let myself drown in his eyes. Finally he speaks.

"Your nipples are stiffening. Am I right?"

"Whoa. You are moving awfully fast."

He lowers his gaze to my chest and asks again, this time in a tone that demands an honest answer. "Am I right?"

I sigh. "Yes."

"Tell me."

"My nipples are hard."

"And your pussy is squishy."

I laugh. "You do have a way with words."

"Am I right?"

"Yes, damn it."

"Tell me."

"My pussy is wet. I can't seem to help myself."

He smiles. "I knew the minute I saw you that it was going to be like this."

"Lust at first sight," I say. "Do you have a name, or are you some mythical god come to ravish me."

His laugh is guttural. "I like that image. My name is Roger. What's yours?"

"Carol."

"Well, Carol. Finish your drink. We can have another upstairs. Shall we go to my room or yours?"

I accept my fate. He is irresistible to a woman like me, and he knows it, the arrogant bastard. All I can do is try to limit the damage. "I prefer mine. That way you can be gone in the morning and I can pretend it was all a dream."

"You will not forget it like you do a dream," he says. "I promise."

"What will I have to do?"

"Obey me."

A shiver goes down my back, and I feel another wet rush.

"And if I don't?"

"You will be punished."

"Then I'd better behave."

"I may punish you anyway."

I suck in a deep breath. "I see..."

He grins. "You like to be bossed around in the bedroom, don't you Carol?"

How did he know that? Unfulfilled fantasies galore sweep through my head. I know how I answer will set the tone for the night. Lust wins over caution. I meet his eyes.

"You really have my number, don't you?" 

His satisfied smirk is almost too much to take. "It's not that unusual a number," he says. "Your safe word will be 'uncle'. You will call me 'sir'."

"Oh God..." I am lost.

"Come," he says, and takes my hand.

I stand and pick up my purse. We walk across the lobby toward the elevators. My knees are shaking. Surely everyone in the bar knows what just happened. Should I be embarrassed? What the hell. I'm proud to be seen with a man like this. But what if he is a real sadist? Or a killer? I remember the pepper spray in my purse, and that gives me some comfort. But would good is that if I'm in handcuffs. Christ, what's wrong with me?

The elevator door is open. We enter without hesitation. The die is cast.

"What floor?" he asks.

"Thirty-two."

"Thirty-two, sir."

"Yes, sir. Floor thirty-two, sir."

The door closes.

He looks at me. "Go to the back corner and face the wall."

My God! He's going to do me in the elevator! But I do what he says.

"Drop your purse. Place your hands above your head on the wall. Bend over, just a little. I want to feel your ass."

The elevator is moving rapidly. It will be just seconds before we arrive, provided it doesn't stop to pick up another passenger. Oh God, please don't let that happen. I put my face into the corner, my hands on the side and back wall, and stick out my ass for his inspection. My business suit has a tight skirt. Years ago a boyfriend said my rear end was one of my best features. I am turned on beyond belief.

"Very nice," he purrs. "Firm and not too big. And the way it is twitching... My, my, you are a hot piece. It's going to be a fun night. Relax and enjoy it."

I sigh and push back against his hand. The elevator is slowing. Could we be there already? I hear the doors open, then to my horror, the voices of a man and a woman. They are getting on the elevator!

"Good evening," says Roger. "Don't mind my friend. She has been a bad girl and has to stand in the corner."

The man laughs. The doors close and elevator starts again.

"What did she do?" asks the woman. Her voice is husky, slightly slurred, like she had a few drinks.

"She didn't leap high enough when I said jump," Roger says evenly. "I like my women to be obedient."

A moment of silence, then the woman whispers, "Are you going to spank her?" 

I can't believe she said that. Roger doesn't miss a beat.

"Absolutely. Just as soon as I get her to the room."

"Yum," says the woman.

The man laughs nervously. "Nice ass. Mind if I have a feel."

"Help yourself," Roger says.

"Me too," comes from the woman. And two very different hands begin roaming over my hips.

I am mortified. My instinct is to wheel around, protect myself. But the last thing I want to do is let them see my face. And unbelievably, my pussy is wetter than ever. My nipples are so hard they must be boring holes in my bra.

It's all too much—the strong, handsome guy, my utter submission, the promise of sexual release, the affirmation from the unseen woman that being spanked is sexy, and now being stimulated by strange hands in a public elevator! 

Roger puts his lips to my ear. "Being humiliated gets you going, doesn't it Carol?"

He is right. I admit it. It has put me on the verge... Before I can respond the elevator slows again and stops.

"This is our floor," says the man.

"Too bad," says the woman.

"You two have a nice night," says Roger, letting them know that their fun is over. I feel a combination of relief and disappointment. I am so turned on that I am ready for anything. Stories about group sex are some of my favorites. What would it be like?

The elevator starts and Roger turns me around, taking my face in his hands. His kiss begins as a gentle brushing of lips. Then he becomes urgent, probing, demanding. I meet his tongue and throw my arms around his neck. His hands drop to my hips and pull me against his hardness. Jesus! I am so ready.

The elevator begins to slow. "You did well," he says, pulling back. "But your trials are only beginning. What is your room number?"

"Thirty-two ten." 

We start down the dimly lit hall. His hand finds my ass, cups low, and applies upward pressure. I come up on my toes and struggle to keep my balance as he propels me. Hobbling on four inch heels I feel like I am a ball being juggled, totally under his control.

He chuckles. "I like keeping you off balance. You'll never know what's going to happen next."

Suddenly I'm in front of my door. He lets me down. I just stand there, breathing hard.

"Well," he says. "Are you going to open it?"

I dig the keycard out of my purse. Which way does it go in? My hand is shaking so much I can't line it up with the slot. "You'd better do it," I say.

"Typical, incompetent woman," he chides. "Give it to me."

Of course the card goes in easily, and the green light flashes. He pushes the door open and shoves me through. I stagger, go down on one knee. My skirt is up to mid thigh, and my hair has come lose. I must look like a captured woman taken back to the cave. It makes me hot.

He is smiling as he looks down at me. The door clicks shut behind him. "Now we will see what you're made of," he says. "Crawl to me."

"Please, sir... my suit. I have to wear it tomorrow."

"So hike it up. I'm sure you have an iron in your room. A little crawling's not going to hurt it. It will be off in a minute anyway."

I crawl toward him. He backs up, making me the pursuer. 

"Keep your head up," he says. "I want to see the lust in your eyes."

"Ohhh..."

Finally, he stops. I sit back on my legs and look up at him. His stare is intense, penetrating. "Tell me how you feel," he demands.

"Like I'm kneeling before some mythical god."

He chuckles, then takes a step back and reaches into the side pocket of his suit coat. Something silver, shaped like a cigar holder appears in his hand.

"What's that?" I ask in alarm.

Without taking his eyes off of mine he pulls on the end of the shiny tube. It begins to telescope out, turning into a two-foot metal rod. "This is a pointer," he explains. "I use it when giving lectures. I also use it as a discipline tool."

"Ohhh..."

He lays the rod gently on my shoulder, up against my neck. "Don't worry. It will not be applied in a way that leaves any marks on your skin. But it does sting. In fact, you will refer to it as Mr. Sting. You will obey Mr. Sting's signals.

The cool metal caresses my cheek. I choose to believe him, that he will not let Mr. Sting hurt me, that it is just another symbol of his power. Am I a fool?

A twist of his wrist brings the tip under my chin. "Stand up," he orders. "I am ready to unwrap you."

I struggle to my feet, unsteady on my high heels. He walks around me, trailing Mr. Sting over my thighs and hips, tapping and probing, testing the resilience of my flesh...then up under my suit jacket, levering it open, pressing the rod against my breasts. I shiver and close my eyes.

With his free hand he slips the suit jacket off my shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. My thin blouse and bra offer no protection against the hard metal that slides over my chest. It lingers on the protruding nubs, flicking up and down.

"Put your hands behind you and grab your elbows," he says. "Shoulders back, tits out."

"Oh, Jesus..."

"That's it." His fingers move. "One button, two buttons, three buttons. Very nice. My, look how they strain, trying to burst free. I wonder how they will feel a few taps from Mr. Sting."

"Please..."

"Please what? Please tame you? Please force you to do what I want?"

"YES, DAMN IT. Just don't hurt me."

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. "We'll see. Be a good girl, and you'll be fine. But you will have to be spanked. You know that don't you."

"Ohhh..."

The last button is undone, and my blouse joins the jacket on the floor. I'm glad I'm wearing my sexiest bra. His eyes devour me. With my hands still behind me I wiggle my tits at him. I want him to squeeze them.

But he just smiles. "Not so fast, my dear. I'm going to take my sweet time with you. Let's get rid of this skirt first. Ah, ah... don't move your hands."

I hear the zipper. My skirt slides down over my hips. Now I am in panties, bra, thigh-gripping stockings, and heels—exposed for his pleasure (and mine). I love the way he is doing me. My pussy is like a swamp.

"Step out of your clothes," he orders. "Walk to me."

I move toward him, extending my arms to embrace him, eager to feel his hard body against mine. But he backs away, shaking his head.

"Naughty, naughty. You didn't keep your hands behind you. Now I'm going to have to tie them."

Quickly I thrust my hands back. "Sorry, sir," I say, with my sexiest pout.

It is too little, too late. He takes off his tie and spins me around. In seconds my wrists are bound together behind me. For some reason I am not afraid. I think only about the good tie that he has ruined, and the fact that my breasts are now totally vulnerable.

He walks around me, tapping me with the pointer, my thighs, my ass, my stomach, my tits. Then he runs a hand over my bare shoulders and down onto the flesh pushed up by my bra.

"Nice tits. Not too big. I think I'll feel down in here and see what seems to be trying to drill a hole. Ah... here it is."

"Ummm..." I moan as he scissors my nipple between two fingers. Then his big hand engulfs the whole, and squeezes.

"OH!" I squeal and stamp my feet. It hurts so good.

He laughs, and I hear the pointer drop on the floor. He uses his freed hand to slip the rear clasp on my bra. My bare tits are now at his disposal. He teases and massages them, pulling on the nipples and driving me nuts. 

"You may kiss me now," he says, using my tits as handles to pull me into him. I raise my mouth to his, my lips parted, and my tongue darting out. He receives me, but let's me do all the work. I know it's part of the game. He likes humiliating me, and knows I get off on it.

As I tongue him he moves a hand down my stomach and under the edge of my panties. I gasp, but hold the kiss. When his hand stops I come up on my toes, urging his fingers further down. He nips my tongue with his teeth, then pulls back. "Close your eyes and spread your legs," he orders.

I do as he says, and his hand is all over my slippery nest, his fingers working into the folds, caressing and rubbing. My hips respond with a humping motion against his hand. I am going nuts and mumble into his mouth..

"OHHH...OHHHH...GODDDD...DON'T STOP... PLEASE... OHHHH.."

The intensity of my sexual response is all consuming. Never have I come this far, this fast. My body is singing, the crescendo building. And it's not just the physical sensations. It's in my head, his power, my submission, the humiliation, the abruptness of the whole thing.

He breaks the kiss, uses his free hand to seize my hair and yank my head back so that I am looking up into his face. His eyes are hot. With his other hand he continues to work me, avoiding the spot that we both know will send me over the top.

"You need this, Carol. You need a man to own you, play with your body, take you to another place. Tell me..."

I am taking shallow breaths, holding on. "YES... YES... Take me... Any way you want..."

He smiles. "This is the way I want, for the first time. My hand. I won't make you wait. You will want more. And so will I. Now cum for me, Carol.

His thumb finds my clit. My hips act on their own, twisting and bouncing my ass on the desk. I push back and cry out. On and on it goes.

***

I am sitting on the edge of the bed. He has untied my hands and removed all my clothing, except for my stockings and heels. In contrast to my nakedness, only his tie is missing as he sits in the chair by the bed and studies me. He has not even removed his suit coat.

"Are you going to fuck me now, sir?" I ask, letting my thighs fall open. Why am I being such a slut with this man? Well, why not? He is such a stud.

"Would you like that?" he muses.

"You know I would. You told me I would want more. I do."

"All in good time. First you are going to do for me what I did for you. You will use your hands and your mouth."

I am not surprised. Men are so predictable. Fortunately I love massaging and licking a nice, hard cock. But I play my part as the forced woman and pretend to be horrified.

"You want me to give you a blow job?" 

He laughs. "As if you didn't know. How many BJ's have you given in your life, Carol?"

"Oh, sir. What kind of girl do you think I am? You will have to show me how."

"I doubt that. But I will instruct you the way I like it... slow and teasing... lots of tongue... a minimum of the deep throat stuff."

That's a relief. One old boyfriend almost choked me to death. "Yes sir, whatever you say, sir."

He stands up and walks over to the bed. "You can begin by removing my clothes. You can touch any part of me except for the most important part. That will cum later."

We both smile at the pun. "Yes sir, I understand sir."

So he likes being teased. I'm good at that. I will drive him crazy, do him the way he did me.

End of Chapter 1



Lust at First Sight Ch. 02



Author's note: This is the second chapter of Lust at First Sight, the first part was published a bit over a month ago. Even if this story can be enjoyed as a standalone story, readers might want to read the previous chapter first to get familiar with the characters, the location and the outline of the story.

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When I woke up the next morning, I saw the rays of the sun filtering through the gaps of the old blinds of the small cabin. I was alone, facing the wall in the squeaky bed and a strange feeling of loneliness rushed through me. However, as I turned around, the feeling immediately disappeared as I saw Suzie standing behind the small folding table, pouring hot water into two large earthenware mugs. She still had no clothes on, and small drops of water on her skin and her wet hair showed that she already had a dip in the lake.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" she greeted me and then asked with a giggle, "It's already almost 8 o'clock, what kind of fisherman are you exactly?"

"The convenient kind." I answered laughing as I tried to get out of the bed.

"I only found some instant coffee, so this probably won't be the best coffee ever, but we can go down to the store later if you want and I can prepare a decent one or maybe a latte," she said as she gave me one of the mugs.

"Sounds perfect," I said and kissed her on the cheek. She put down her own coffee and turned towards me, put her arms around my waist and we started to kiss passionately. As our tongues played with each other, her silky, still slightly wet skin touched mine and she pushed her soft, small breasts against my chest. Then I felt as her hand slowly moved from behind my waist down to my cock and she slowly started to stroke it.

"When I woke up about an hour ago, I felt so horny I wanted to get your cock right then, but since you were fast asleep, I decided to cool myself down in the lake," she said, slowly moving one of her hands up and down my hard-on while her other hand started to play with my balls.

"Well, it seems like you were not entirely successful," I answered with a smile and my fingers started to carefully fondle her pussy.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but still tried to answer in a distracted voice.

"No, it was a total disaster. After like 10 minutes I actually climbed out of the water, sat down on the edge of the pier and started to play with my pussy. In only a few minutes I pushed myself into such an orgasm I almost fell into the water," she said giggling. "So I decided to find myself the real thing..."

"Silly girl," I said as I nibbled her neck. "You should always tell me if you want something."

We embraced each other and kissed for minutes. After a while my hands slid down onto her ass cheeks and I started to fondle her soft and nicely shaped bottom. I bent my knees just a bit and pushed my cock to her crotch and she used her hand to direct it to her pussy. She moved it up and down to cover it with her juices and then softly massaged the tip with her fingers before she gently led it to the entrance.

I moaned loudly when I felt that the tip of my cock slid into her pussy and started to push it slowly all the way in. Her body tightened as my length filled her pussy and she let out a satisfied sigh when I was finally completely buried in her.

"Ooohh, James, your cock feels so good," she said with her eyes closed and her arms still around me.

We did not move for a time. I found her right tit with my tongue and started to draw circles around the nipple. She grabbed my ass with her hands and as her excitement started to grow, she started to squeeze it harder and harder, pushing her fingernails sharply against my skin. She kissed my neck again and again; each kiss was more passionate than the previous one. The outside world slowly disappeared in the sweet fog that descended on my brain and I started to alternate between sucking and kissing her nipple. 

"Don't just tease me James, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she whispered into my ears after two or three minutes between two kisses, her voice failing as the pleasure slowly gained control over her.

This was all I needed. I grabbed her around her thighs, lifted her and with her legs spread wide I pushed her against the frame of the front door. I started to dynamically pull out and push back my cock into her pussy, grunting loudly with each stroke. 

"That's it baby, that's it!" she moaned each time as my cock slipped deep into her pussy.

The old door squeaked painfully every time I slammed my cock into Suzie, but neither me, nor she noticed that. I just concentrated on fucking her as hard as I could and she just pushed her back and head against the frame, closed her eyes and cried "Yeah, baby" after each push.

Finally the old structure could not hold it any longer and the door suddenly swung open, exposing us to the outside world. Of course nobody was anywhere nearby, only a seagull sat on one of the columns of the pier and he did not seem to be interested in our performance.

This sudden event actually had its benefits. Suzie was not distracted at all as she was already in her own world as her orgasm started to build up, while for me it created enough a distraction to prolong the time I had before I had to cum. 

She kept repeating "Yeah, baby", but on a much higher voice and her body tightened and her legs locked around me like iron bars as her orgasm hit her. I tried to keep moving my cock in and out and sucked on her tits. I felt my cum rise and I buried my face into her tits and also said "Yeah, baby" as I pumped it into her cunt.

We just stood there in the doorframe for at least a minute waiting for our pulse to get back to normal before I finally put Suzie down on her feet and pulled out my already softening cock.

"I guess we need another bath," Suzie said as she gave me a kiss. "Thank you James for this ride. I've never been pushed against the wall before but I definitely liked it with you."

"To be honest, I have never pushed anyone against the wall before, but I definitely liked it with you," I replied as I kissed her back.

We took a short bath in the lake and then Suzie collected her clothes from the front container of her boat. Just as she was looking for her thong, her mobile rang.

"Hi, Aunt Wilma!" she said on a childish voice as she answered the call, but she quickly changed back to normal. "Oh, my God, Aunt Wilma! And where are you now?" she said as her eyes filled with anxiety. "But are you OK? Of course I can go to the store and open it... Yes, no problem... And it's still there? Pushed to the side, right... OK, I'll find it. I'll drop in sometime during the afternoon, OK? OK, bye!"

"What happened?" I asked her as she put the phone away.

"My aunt crashed her scooter this morning as she brought the Danishes from the bakery in the next town."

"And how is she?"

"Well, obviously her guardian angel had some reinforcements today as she only got some bruises and a slight concussion, but none the less she was taken to the hospital for observation."

"I'll take you down to the store, OK?"

"Thanks, that'll be great. We'll need to get to the scooter first however, I'll have to get the Danishes from the box."

We sat into my truck and went down to find the scooter. It was right there in the turn Suzie said it should be, leant against a tree. It was not damaged badly, but there were several long scratches and the right mirror was broken down. The box in the back seemed to have suffered some damage as well, but it was intact. Suzie opened it and took the Danishes out.

"Well, I guess most of these are not fit for sale," she said as she checked them. "I hope you like ruined Danish with your coffee..."

"Those are my favorite, provided they still have some icing," I said as I took a plank from the back of my truck to use it as a ramp. I secured the scooter once it was safely in the back and we headed back to the store. Suzie was silent on the way.

"You seem to be really worried about what happened, right?" I asked her as I put my hand softly on her leg.

"You know, I was raised by Granny and Aunt Wilma. I have no other relatives around."

"Oh... what happened to your parents?"

"Ah, they are fine. Very fine, actually. They live in Brazil. They are scuba divers, they train tourists, take them for diving, and so on. They have a great life as far as I know. But they never wanted to have a child. When mom got pregnant, dad got totally upset that a child would ruin their future. However, mom decided that she would keep me. They had a big fight and finally dad packed his things and disappeared to Rio. Mom had a most difficult time without dad, so when I was born, she finally decided to leave me with Granny and she followed my dad to Brazil."

"Well, that's..." I started to say but did not know how to finish.

"That's fine," Suzie said smiling after a deep sigh. "Granny and Aunt Wilma are great and they took really good care of me. And if mom and dad are happy this way, than that's fine as well."

She started to say something about her grandmother, but we arrived at the store and Suzie quickly opened the door as she already had four customers waiting. Fishermen can be unnaturally impatient when they are hungry.

"Sorry," Suzie said to them with a winning smile when they started to complain. I took care of the Danishes and placed the still intact ones on a plate while Suzie tended to the customers. Suzie served them and helped them to find what they wanted. I just watched as she easily settled even the grumpiest old guy, picked up orders for things they needed but she did not have on stock at the moment, quickly made two coffees, and she chatted, smiled all the while. After about ten minutes we were alone again.

"Normally there are not too many customers during the morning after the early rush, so I guess we should have a coffee now. I'm starved after this morning," Suzie said and made two big cappuccinos while I collected the remains of the ruined pastries onto a paper tray.

We sat down on the porch in front of the shop to have our breakfast and we talked. She told me about her grandmother, how Aunt Wilma moved in with them and how they renovated the store. I told her about my childhood here at the lake, about my mom and dad. 

"She really hated coming here," I said laughing. "She detested fishing and especially the cabin. She only liked spas and the coast, the casinos." 

"It seems to me that your parents were totally different," Suzie remarked.

"Oh, no, not really. Dad also loved the coast and the casinos. But for him that was mainly work. That's how they met, actually. But he also wanted to spend a weekend once in a while far away from the hustle and the bustle. The year they got divorced he actually spent two months in the cabin, just to make sure mom will not disturb her."

"And she didn't even try, did she?" Suzie asked giggling.

"No," I said laughing. "But she sent down a private eye to see if dad had a lover. Of course it was impossible to remain undercover here, especially with Uncle Fred around, so when my dad caught him, he said he will use him as bait if he sees him once more around the cabin."

"He must be an interesting man," Suzie said.

"Well, you'll have the chance to meet him personally, he will come down to the lake tomorrow."

Time flied as we talked and just as Suzie foretold, nobody came to buy anything. It was almost eleven o'clock when we finally went back in.

"I'll have to get some things from the storage downstairs. Could you help me?" she asked after she made a quick check.

"Sure," I said. 

She put the "I'll be back in 10 minutes" sign onto the door and we went down to the storage room. 

I had been there once when I was a child and I helped Uncle Fred to get some stuff, and I remembered the place as a dark, musty hole. Now it was completely renovated with new vinyl floor covering, tiled walls, excellent lighting. Even the worn stairs were refurbished and received a banister.

"This was the biggest task," Suzie said halfway down, obviously reading my thoughts. "The lake is quite close and the earth is damp, so we had to make sure things won't get spoiled down here. There is also a dehumidifier working at night. Still we do not store anything here for more than two weeks."

There was a new heavy duty shelving on one wall and a moveable ladder to reach the highest shelves. There were a few cardboard boxes on the floor and of course the dehumidifier Suzie mentioned.

Suzie went up the ladder and started to hand down cans and boxes, and I took them and put them into a larger, empty cardboard box. As I stepped closer to her, I noticed that finally she didn't find her thong and I could see her nice, bare ass and pussy under her short skirt.

"You like what you see?" she asked giggling when she noticed where I directed my look.

"Oh, yes, I most certainly do," I said with a lustful smile.

She raised her skirt to show me her ass and wiggled it.

"You know can have it, you just have to ask..." she said with an all telling smile.

I put my hand on her ass and slowly started to lick her pussy and anus. She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.

"Oh, my God," she said as she leant her temple against the ladder to see what I was doing.

I continued to lick her pussy and softly kiss her anus for a few minutes before I felt that she was wet enough for me to push a finger into her pussy. She sighed loudly and her body clenched as the tip of my middle finger slowly entered her pussy.

"Wait," she said. "I must get off the ladder if you want to do that, otherwise I'll fall down."

She got off the ladder and went on her hands and knees. I used the time to unzip my pants and release my already hard cock, then kneeled behind her and continued licking and kissing her pussy. Then I slowly pushed two fingers into her slit and finger-fucked her for some time before I removed my fingers, smeared the juices over my cock and pushed it in. I grabbed her ass with both hands and started to fuck her with hard moves, pushing my cock completely in and withdrawing it almost completely every time. She accepted each stroke with ever growing anticipation and actually pushed herself onto my cock. She inhaled and exhaled loudly through her nose, raised her head and bit her lips as her orgasm started to rise. 

She obviously needed no help from my side to bring her past the edge, so I just concentrated on my own pleasure. Her pussy was hot and soft, her muscles clenched and relaxed around my cock. I could not and did not want to slow down and when I felt my cum rise, I just pushed my cock deep into her cunt and released my load. Approximately at the same time she cried out loud and collapsed onto her elbows as her orgasm rolled through her.

I pulled out my cock as it started to deflate and just watched as my cup dripped onto the ground. It was a generous load, especially as it was my second one this morning. She rested her head on the ground, put her hand to her pussy and smeared my cum all over it, then put her hand into her mouth to feel the taste of it.

We went back upstairs once we were fit enough to use the stairs with the box and while Suzie went to the bathroom, I put the things we brought up onto the shelves. Just as I was putting the last cans onto their places, I found an invitation on the window for a festival tonight. It seemed that the town about 20 miles to the West had its 200th anniversary this year.

"What are your plans for this evening?" I asked Suzie as she re-emerged from the bathroom and I pointed to the flyer. "I was wondering if maybe you were available for this party..."

"Well, I was actually invited by an old friend of mine to that festival..." she said and as she saw my slight disappointment, she immediately continued. "But it would be great if you could come as well; she specifically asked me to bring a man if I can."

"You sure?" I asked a bit doubtfully. "I don't want to be a burden..."

"Nonsense, James. Without a man we would actually just get tipsy and end up somewhere with a toy," she said and winked and I couldn't help smiling. My prospects for the night just got better.

"OK, so it's a date then?" I asked.

"It's a date. Pick me up at six in front of my trailer."



Lust Begins At Forty



I am a married woman, aged 43, with 2 daughters age 18 and 20 with a husband just retired. My story starts 23 years back when I got married to Rajendra who was at that time 37 year old and a newly qualified accountant. I got to see him first only four days before my wedding day, it was all arranged and there was no way I could ever have objected to this marriage, it had always been like this and till now my parents are still convinced that it was the best thing that could ever happened to me. 

My entire life was dedicated towards the family, educating the girls (as I did a BCom as well) and looking caringly after my husband. He hardly had time for us and he was working hard to provide. He was more of a father figure to me, he fucked when he wanted and as he wanted and always to his pace ten or three minutes and it was always his lust that was satisfied. He would then turn off the lights and turn to his usual posture and fall asleep. 

During these years, I can count the number of times that I came with him. With years our sexual relationship decrease or became non-existent. Last year when he retired, we left Mumbai for Bangalore, we had saved enough to buy a house down there and leave for our posh flat for the gins still studying at college. I could have never thought that my life would all of a sudden be full of joy again. Rajendra joined the local Chest club and was engrossed in all their activities and in the afternoon he would usually join his newly acquired friends for a couple of drinks. 

One good day, we received a letter from a distant cousin of his about his son looking for accommodation to pursue a postgraduate course. Our house had two bedrooms, one for us, and one for the girls when they would come down for vacation. We decided that we could spare his nephew that spare room. 

Two weeks later he arrived, he was 23 year old and handsome, the first night it was different to have someone around for a change, dinner was livelier than before as we had not seen the gins for 5 months now. As usual, I changed in my nightwear before heading to the table. The dress was quite revealing with a deep neckline and a good portion of my breast was exposed especially that I never used to wear bras at night. Each time I glanced at Sunil would catch him staring discreetly at my cleavage. 

That night, after long time I had wet dreams, I woke in the morning had my shower and looked longingly at.... my nude body in the mirror. My 368 breasts were not as firm as they used to be but they were not sagging and I had a slight tummy. I opened my wardrobe and look for some cholies (blouses) that I always thought was blatantly sexy, these were tailored by my "Booa" (paternal aunt) who visited us in Mumbai. I selected a white one. 

The material was so thin that it was nearly transparent and I remembered that my sister whilst visiting from U.S had brought with some kinky underwear (sort of things not sold in India). I made up my mind the black bras would be the one that I would wear, they could hardly contain my breasts and more that half of large brown nipple was sticking out of them. I was busy preparing breakfast when Sunil arrived in the lounge; he came to the kitchen and asked if he could help. I smilingly agreed. I had purposely stuck the palloo (top portion of a saree which covers the torso) in my petticoat, more than of my white breast were popping out of the flimsy choli (knowing that Rajendra would be on the porch reading the morning paper). 

Sunil could not stop staring at me, he turned red and as he was still in my pajamas and obviously nor wearing any underwear, I could see a huge bulge rising in his pajamas pants. I was wet, it was after along time that I had the pleasure of seeing someone a monstrous hard-on for me.1 made as if I did not notice him and carried with the daily chores but would always bend in from of him to give a plunging view of my breast, after a while I even opened the 2 top buttons (which was always already straining) and in so doing he could have a glimpse of my large nipples as well. 

After a few weeks, we were the best of friends but I never stopped seducing and teasing him. One Sunday, Rajendra had to attend a tournament; we had the day to ourselves. I asked Sunil to accompany me to the market. Having to walk and carry four heavy bags of groceries home, we were sweaty. 

I told Sunil I needed a shower; I went to the bathroom and was under the shower when I heard a knock at the door. It was Sunil, he desperately wanted to pee (our bathroom was one room with just a plastic curtain separating the shower) I told him that the door was not locked and he could come in, I intentionally opened half of the curtain that he could not miss seeing in the nude. 

He walked hurriedly again pull out his dick of his pants and with the sound that he was making, it was definitely true that he had to piss, I asked if he was ready to catch a shower as I was scared that soon water would stop running. He looked furtive at me, at that stage I was boldly facing him and rinsing my thick black bust opening the lips of clitoris for his pleasure as he saw me I noticed that his limp dick was slowly standing. Eh Maa!! (Oh!!Mother)it growing bigger and bigger and I was proud to be the reason for this. 

I slipped out of the shower and told him that he could go in now, he was red but he pulled his jeans and rushed. I stayed on the towel, wiping myself openly and suggestively in front of him. Each time he watched me I intentionally wiped my breast or my pubic hair without losing sight of his huge organ. I was homy , I told if I had to pick my rinsed panties from the shower tray, he carefully moved to one side and allowed me in, I bent down ,picked my panties and as I was raising my cheek brushed something, I turned my head and see, I realised that it was his fat cock that I just touched, it was only 2 inch away from eyes and lips. 

It was too much for me, I now needed that youngster to shove his organ in me and tear apart., I now needed was a cock, a good one, like Sunil's. I left the bathroom with a towel wrapped round myself, whilst closing the door, I checked Sunil, he thought that I was already gone was busy stroking his cock, first time I saw his dickhead , the foreskin was pulled back and it was flame red. 

I reached my bedroom dried myself, put the ceiling fan on (I was hot) and lied on the bed, stuck my forefinger vigorously in my pussy and masturbated myself to orgasm. After I came, I gave myself a little time to think, I was getting old in a few years time my desire to fuck would be gone, I would have reached menopause. What do I do? Do I fuck this youngster young enough to be my son or I forget it. The sight of his cock made up my mind, if he got a hard-on for me, it means I am desirable now, as anyway in a few years once the wrinkles appear nobody would be turned by me including him, so I made up my mind, I will go for it. 

I came out of the room dressed in long beach shirt that I bought the last time I was in the Maldives. Nothing underneath, had a quick lunch and as schedule sat down to watch a the 10 o'clock movie, I was on the long couch with Sunil at the extremity, I pretended having a sore shoulder from having carried those heavy bags earlier on. I asked Sunil if he massage my shoulder and neck, I could now see he was bolder. 

He asked me to lie on his lap, he put his hand on my shoulders and started massaging my neck, I undid the top buttons of my shirt and soon with all the action my tits were fully exposed to him. Eventually, he brushed the side of my breast, seeing not prohibition from me, he pursued in fondling them. 

With him atop me, my face just underneath his brief tennis shorts, I could see his erect member sticking out of his loose shorts. I took courage, I starting playing with his cock seeing that he was enjoying my ministrations I greedily took his shaft in my mouth, by now my shirt was totally loose open and Sunil was busy licking my wet pussy, which had never been licked before, and I was dripping with cum. 

I took over from thereon, I could not manage myself anymore, I had to have this hard cock, I made sit upright and I sat on him, it was an unbelievable feeling of sensing a rock hard cock slowly pushing its way against the walls of my vagina after a real long time .1 rode for than half an hour before he came, by which time I spent five times. That day we fucked once more before Rajendra was home, at night I was proud after years about my womanhood. 

From then, I have Sunil every time I wanted or when we had the opportunity. In the mornings when Rajendra would go walking to get the morning paper, knowing that, he would at least take 45 minutes to be back. I would sneak under Sunil blanket, while he is sleeping and make his limp cock go stone hard in my mouth and would let him fuck me. 

My relationship with Sunil was convenient, it helped take the horny woman out of me and enjoy life quietly rough sex quietly in the privacy of my home. So as mot to arouse any doubt, I carried allowing Rajendra to fuck every now and then he wanted, but he had lost his stamina and his cock was not as hard as Sunil's. Once he finished fucking, I slowly creep out of bed and go to Sunil and ask him to take me to heaven with his cock. Time went by like that, Sunil and I experienced all tucking positions you could imagine, he tied to the bed and used my body, while I had my menses I would give a blow job (that I did not ever did to Rajendra) and even suck his dick dry! 

We tried sodomy; we experience all the joys of sex. On one occasion we even fucked on my own bed, Rajendra next to us (We were drunk as we had come from a cocktail party). The next summer, Sunil's friend Sanjiv, came for an interview at Bangalore, Sunil ask us if he could lodge him for 2 weeks. 

Sunil agreed that we agree he would share his room and bed with him. Sanjiv was much younger than Sunil, only 21, new BCom graduate, he was coming for a job interview with a local pharmaceutical firm and was applying to join their Marketing department. He was a sweet lad, much more childish than my Sunil but as handsome. 

Three days, he received a telephone that he was appointed, we decided to celebrate, and for that occasion Rajendra took a bottle of proper Cognac sold to him by a sailor. We had a good dinner, the boys were constantly with me while preparing the meals, and that day a wore a pink sleeveless blouse (newly made) with the neckline halfway down my breast. I could notice than Sanjiv was eyeing me quietly same as Sunil used to do. 

After dinning, we were all a bit high (especially I seldom have liquor). All of us retired to our room, I was horny, and I needed a cock. Rajendra quietly turned towards me, since I was already heated up, I was hoping that he would take me and that his few stroke inside my pussy would satisfy my lust, he came on top of me and pushed his cock in me, one, two, three times just I was about to start enjoying he spurted his sperm on my tummy and turned around and in no waste of time he was deep asleep, the Cognac was helping. I wiped myself and tried to finger myself to orgasm but now used to having a cock, my finger was no comparison. 

I turned and twisted in bed I need my stud to fuck me hard and make cum. The was one problem: Sanjiv. After 15 mins, I tip toed to Sunil bedroom. I go in his room, got in bed and took his cock in my mouth, it hardened instantly as Sunil was used to my nocturnal visits. 

I undressed completely, there was only the prayer giving away dim light and soon he was taking me in the missionary position, till we heard Sanjiv who was next to us grunting, we were surely disturbing his sleep but what the fuck I was too horny to stop…

I closed my eyes so as not to see him and to my surprise as Sunil was pushing his last thrusts, kicking me inside my vaginal walls, I felt two hands fondling my tits, it could not be Sunil as his hands were spreading my thigh open while digging his cock in my love tunnel. I opened my eyes to see Sanjiv holding a 10-inch or bigger cock in one his hand while the other was caressing my left tits. 

I thought for a glimpse of time. Am I the only Indian woman doing this? Am I the only one to be unfaithful? Am I ever be the first one to have been possessed by two dicks in a night? Will anybody ever know about this? All the answers were NO. 

I closed my eyes and let things happen, next minutes I had a huge ten inch cock in my mouth and the rest of the night both these guys fucked me till 4 in the morning at one stage I had 2 cocks in me Sunil with his slightly smaller cock in me, while I was on top of him, and Sanjiv not wanting to waste anytime shoved his long venous penis in my asshole. 

I had a shower and lied in bed next to Rajendra, in that night I came 13 times; I was completely exhausted but yet completely satiated. Now my two lovers fuck me everyday, it has never affected anyone life, my husband is looked after well and right with the help my 2 lovers, I am busy preparing the wedding of my elder daughter who is getting married to a young man of her choice with our entire approval. 

As he is still not aware of anything, Rajendra is very happy that at least there are 4 more hands to help us for the wedding preparation and also enjoys the company of the 2 guys.



Lust Begins At Forty



I am a married woman, aged 43, with 2 daughters age 18 and 20 with a husband just retired. My story starts 23 years back when I got married to Rajendra who was at that time 37 year old and a newly qualified accountant. I got to see him first only four days before my wedding day, it was all arranged and there was no way I could ever have objected to this marriage, it had always been like this and till now my parents are still convinced that it was the best thing that could ever happened to me. 

My entire life was dedicated towards the family, educating the girls (as I did a BCom as well) and looking caringly after my husband. He hardly had time for us and he was working hard to provide. He was more of a father figure to me, he fucked when he wanted and as he wanted and always to his pace ten or three minutes and it was always his lust that was satisfied. He would then turn off the lights and turn to his usual posture and fall asleep. 

During these years, I can count the number of times that I came with him. With years our sexual relationship decrease or became non- existent. Last year when he retired, we left Mumbai for Bangalore, we had saved enough to buy a house down there and leave for our posh flat for the gins still studying at college. I could have never thought that my life would all of a sudden be full of joy again. Rajendra joined the local Chest club and was engrossed in all their activities and in the afternoon he would usually join his newly acquired friends for a couple of drinks. 

One good day, we received a letter from a distant cousin of his about his son looking for accommodation to pursue a postgraduate course. Our house had two bedrooms, one for us, and one for the girls when they would come down for vacation. We decided that we could spare his nephew that spare room. 

Two weeks later he arrived, he was 23 year old and handsome, the first night it was different to have someone around for a change, dinner was livelier than before as we had not seen the gins for 5 months now. As usual, I changed in my nightwear before heading to the table. The dress was quite revealing with a deep neckline and a good portion of my breast was exposed especially that I never used to wear bras at night. Each time I glanced at Sunil would catch him staring discreetly at my cleavage. 

That night, after long time I had wet dreams, I woke in the morning had my shower and looked longingly at.... my nude body in the mirror. My 368 breasts were not as firm as they used to be but they were not sagging and I had a slight tummy. I opened my wardrobe and look for some cholies (blouses) that I always thought was blatantly sexy, these were tailored by my "Booa" (paternal aunt) who visited us in Mumbai. I selected a white one. 

The material was so thin that it was nearly transparent and I remembered that my sister whilst visiting from U.S had brought with some kinky underwear (sort of things not sold in India). I made up my mind the black bras would be the one that I would wear, they could hardly contain my breasts and more that half of large brown nipple was sticking out of them. I was busy preparing breakfast when Sunil arrived in the lounge; he came to the kitchen and asked if he could help. I smilingly agreed. I had purposely stuck the palloo (top portion of a saree which covers the torso) in my petticoat, more than of my white breast were popping out of the flimsy choli (knowing that Rajendra would be on the porch reading the morning paper). 

Sunil could not stop staring at me, he turned red and as he was still in my pajamas and obviously nor wearing any underwear, I could see a huge bulge rising in his pajamas pants. I was wet, it was after along time that I had the pleasure of seeing someone a monstrous hard-on for me.1 made as if I did not notice him and carried with the daily chores but would always bend in from of him to give a plunging view of my breast, after a while I even opened the 2 top buttons (which was always already straining) and in so doing he could have a glimpse of my large nipples as well. 

After a few weeks, we were the best of friends but I never stopped seducing and teasing him. One Sunday, Rajendra had to attend a tournament; we had the day to ourselves. I asked Sunil to accompany me to the market. Having to walk and carry four heavy bags of groceries home, we were sweaty. 

I told Sunil I needed a shower; I went to the bathroom and was under the shower when I heard a knock at the door. It was Sunil, he desperately wanted to pee (our bathroom was one room with just a plastic curtain separating the shower) I told him that the door was not locked and he could come in, I intentionally opened half of the curtain that he could not miss seeing in the nude. 

He walked hurriedly again pull out his dick of his pants and with the sound that he was making, it was definitely true that he had to piss, I asked if he was ready to catch a shower as I was scared that soon water would stop running. He looked furtive at me, at that stage I was boldly facing him and rinsing my thick black bust opening the lips of clitoris for his pleasure as he saw me I noticed that his limp dick was slowly standing. Eh Maa!! (Oh!! Mother)it growing bigger and bigger and I was proud to be the reason for this. 

I slipped out of the shower and told him that he could go in now, he was red but he pulled his jeans and rushed. I stayed on the towel, wiping myself openly and suggestively in front of him. Each time he watched me I intentionally wiped my breast or my pubic hair without losing sight of his huge organ. I was homy , I told if I had to pick my rinsed panties from the shower tray, he carefully moved to one side and allowed me in, I bent down ,picked my panties and as I was raising my cheek brushed something, I turned my head and see, I realised that it was his fat cock that I just touched, it was only 2 inch away from eyes and lips. 

It was too much for me, I now needed that youngster to shove his organ in me and tear apart., I now needed was a cock, a good one, like Sunil's. I left the bathroom with a towel wrapped round myself, whilst closing the door, I checked Sunil, he thought that I was already gone was busy stroking his cock, first time I saw his dickhead , the foreskin was pulled back and it was flame red. 

I reached my bedroom dried myself, put the ceiling fan on (I was hot) and lied on the bed, stuck my forefinger vigorously in my pussy and masturbated myself to orgasm. After I came, I gave myself a little time to think, I was getting old in a few years time my desire to fuck would be gone, I would have reached menopause. What do I do? Do I fuck this youngster young enough to be my son or I forget it. The sight of his cock made up my mind, if he got a hard-on for me, it means I am desirable now, as anyway in a few years once the wrinkles appear nobody would be turned by me including him, so I made up my mind, I will go for it. 

I came out of the room dressed in long beach shirt that I bought the last time I was in the Maldives. Nothing underneath, had a quick lunch and as schedule sat down to watch a the 10 o'clock movie, I was on the long couch with Sunil at the extremity, I pretended having a sore shoulder from having carried those heavy bags earlier on. I asked Sunil if he massage my shoulder and neck, I could now see he was bolder. 

He asked me to lie on his lap, he put his hand on my shoulders and started massaging my neck, I undid the top buttons of my shirt and soon with all the action my tits were fully exposed to him. Eventually, he brushed the side of my breast, seeing not prohibition from me, he pursued in fondling them. 

With him atop me, my face just underneath his brief tennis shorts, I could see his erect member sticking out of his loose shorts. I took courage, I starting playing with his cock seeing that he was enjoying my ministrations I greedily took his shaft in my mouth, by now my shirt was totally loose open and Sunil was busy licking my wet pussy, which had never been licked before, and I was dripping with cum. 

I took over from thereon, I could not manage myself anymore, I had to have this hard cock, I made sit upright and I sat on him, it was an unbelievable feeling of sensing a rock hard cock slowly pushing its way against the walls of my vagina after a real long time .1 rode for than half an hour before he came, by which time I spent five times. That day we fucked once more before Rajendra was home, at night I was proud after years about my womanhood. 

From then, I have Sunil every time I wanted or when we had the opportunity. In the mornings when Rajendra would go walking to get the morning paper, knowing that, he would at least take 45 minutes to be back. I would sneak under Sunil blanket, while he is sleeping and make his limp cock go stone hard in my mouth and would let him fuck me. 

My relationship with Sunil was convenient, it helped take the horny woman out of me and enjoy life quietly rough sex quietly in the privacy of my home. So as mot to arouse any doubt, I carried allowing Rajendra to fuck every now and then he wanted, but he had lost his stamina and his cock was not as hard as Sunil's. Once he finished fucking, I slowly creep out of bed and go to Sunil and ask him to take me to heaven with his cock. Time went by like that, Sunil and I experienced all tucking positions you could imagine, he tied to the bed and used my body, while I had my menses I would give a blow job (that I did not ever did to Rajendra) and even suck his dick dry! 

We tried sodomy; we experience all the joys of sex. On one occasion we even fucked on my own bed, Rajendra next to us (We were drunk as we had come from a cocktail party). The next summer, Sunil's friend Sanjiv, came for an interview at Bangalore, Sunil ask us if he could lodge him for 2 weeks. 

Sunil agreed that we agree he would share his room and bed with him. Sanjiv was much younger than Sunil, only 21, new BCom graduate, he was coming for a job interview with a local pharmaceutical firm and was applying to join their Marketing department. He was a sweet lad, much more childish than my Sunil but as handsome. 

Three days, he received a telephone that he was appointed, we decided to celebrate, and for that occasion Rajendra took a bottle of proper Cognac sold to him by a sailor. We had a good dinner, the boys were constantly with me while preparing the meals, and that day a wore a pink sleeveless blouse (newly made) with the neckline halfway down my breast. I could notice than Sanjiv was eyeing me quietly same as Sunil used to do. 

After dinning, we were all a bit high (especially I seldom have liquor). All of us retired to our room, I was horny, and I needed a cock. Rajendra quietly turned towards me, since I was already heated up, I was hoping that he would take me and that his few stroke inside my pussy would satisfy my lust, he came on top of me and pushed his cock in me, one, two, three times just I was about to start enjoying he spurted his sperm on my tummy and turned around and in no waste of time he was deep asleep, the Cognac was helping. I wiped myself and tried to finger myself to orgasm but now used to having a cock, my finger was no comparison. 

I turned and twisted in bed I need my stud to fuck me hard and make cum. The was one problem: Sanjiv. After 15 mins, I tip toed to Sunil bedroom. I go in his room, got in bed and took his cock in my mouth, it hardened instantly as Sunil was used to my nocturnal visits. 

I undressed completely, there was only the prayer giving away dim light and soon he was taking me in the missionary position, till we heard Sanjiv who was next to us grunting, we were surely disturbing his sleep but what the fuck I was too horny to stop… 

I closed my eyes so as not to see him and to my surprise as Sunil was pushing his last thrusts, kicking me inside my vaginal walls, I felt two hands fondling my tits, it could not be Sunil as his hands were spreading my thigh open while digging his cock in my love tunnel. I opened my eyes to see Sanjiv holding a 10-inch or bigger cock in one his hand while the other was caressing my left tits. 

I thought for a glimpse of time. Am I the only Indian woman doing this? Am I the only one to be unfaithful? Am I ever be the first one to have been possessed by two dicks in a night? Will anybody ever know about this? All the answers were NO. 

I closed my eyes and let things happen, next minutes I had a huge ten inch cock in my mouth and the rest of the night both these guys fucked me till 4 in the morning at one stage I had 2 cocks in me Sunil with his slightly smaller cock in me, while I was on top of him, and Sanjiv not wanting to waste anytime shoved his long venous penis in my asshole. 

I had a shower and lied in bed next to Rajendra, in that night I came 13 times; I was completely exhausted but yet completely satiated. Now my two lovers fuck me everyday, it has never affected anyone life, my husband is looked after well and right with the help my 2 lovers, I am busy preparing the wedding of my elder daughter who is getting married to a young man of her choice with our entire approval. 

As he is still not aware of anything, Rajendra is very happy that at least there are 4 more hands to help us for the wedding preparation and also enjoys the company of the 2 guys.



Lust between Mother and Son



Nick was 28, supposed to be happily married. Although his wife Linda was sweet and understanding, there was a lot that was lacking in his sex life. His wife could not satisfy his strong sex-urge.

Yes, he was unfaithful to his wife. But all his flings were casual. "I cannot help myself," he reasoned, "I know I am over-sexed. I am like an addict, needing the daily fix." He needed variety and he indulged in all kinds of sex acts regularly, including gay sex, to satisfy his insatiable sex-drive. That was his secret life. From the time of his high school days, he knew he was bi. He loved sucking on long, hard, thick ones. He loved the taste of cum in his mouth; to feel it running down his face. It also felt great to be sucked by a guy, much better than a blow-job by the female.

His mother, Rebecca, was only 17 when Nick was born out-of-wedlock. He never knew who his father was and never wanted to find out. His mother gave him a lot of love when growing up and that was all he wanted. She married his step-father Norman when Nick was three years old. He simply ignored him and still does. And Nick cared less. Norman was a workaholic and it appeared his first and perhaps only love was his work. He provided for his wife and step-son a comfortable home and a good lifestyle. So, Rebecca stuck-on to him but found sexual fulfillment outside marriage.

Rebecca was an attractive woman. Her 36" breasts, with a slim waist and wide hips made her irresistible to hot-blooded men, including Nick. As a teenager he used to spy on his mother through a slit in the bathroom door while she showered. His eyes were always fixed on her huge boobs, while he vigorously rubbed his erect rod while watching his naked mother. Rebecca always wore figure-hugging, low cut dresses. Nick used to make it a habit to rub against her tempting round boobs, making it look like it was accidental. 

Yes, Nick found his mother sexually attractive and fantasized seducing her and fucking her. But they have remained only fantasies..

One day Rebecca unexpectedly called Nick on a Sunday night. "Hello darling, it's me," she said. "Mom, are you OK, your voice is blurred. Have you been drinking," Nick asked. "Well, yes. But I am not drunk. I can still think. Norman is out of town on some business matter; his been away for 10 days and as usual I am all alone. Can you come over to spend the night with me," she cooed, "I need some one to talk to. Otherwise I think I will go mad." 

In fifteen minutes Nick was at his mother's door step. Linda never made a fuss when he told her that he was going to his mother's place, which was close-by. She knew how much Nick cared for his mother. 

Rebecca opened the door and hugged her son closely. Mother and son were very close. Her long dark hair was disheveled and her face was flushed. She was wearing a light blue shirt reaching up to her knees and it was obvious there was nothing underneath. The top buttons of the shirt were undone up to the point where her breasts parted. Nick sneaked a glance at her as she bent to sit down, exposing her huge hanging boobs under the shirt. He found that he was getting a hard-on. He was wearing a pair of long shorts and a T-shirt, as it was summer and rather warm even in the evening. 

Nick crossed his legs, one on top of the other, as he did not want his mother to see the bulge between his legs, as he sat opposite her. Rebecca's shirt had climbed up when she sat down, exposing well-rounded creamy, long thighs. She was bare-footed. Rebecca sat back comfortably, with her feet slightly apart, she did not cross them, and started running her hand through her long hair, while sipping her drink.

Nick's pulse was raising and he found it difficult concentrating on what she was telling. He kept a hand between his legs covering his erection that was becoming more pronounced.

Nick wanted to fuck his mother, really hard, right now. He wanted his thick cock to be griped inside his mother's juicy hole. The urge was difficult to control. 

A while later, while they were talking about some trivial stuff, Rebecca suddenly said "Nick, darling, why don't you come sit next to me. Your mother needs to feel the strong arms of a young man around her." Nick obeyed and sat close to her, with a protective arm around her shoulders. She then rested her head on his chest. "Mmmm, your chest is so hairy," she mumbled, glancing at the black curly hairs that were spilling out of the opening of his T-shirt. "Do you like hairy men, Mum," he asked teasingly. "Very much, darling," she said while resting one hand on his thigh.

Nick started rubbing the back of his mother's neck with his fingers. "Mmmm, that feels good," she whispered with her eyes closed "Go on, don't stop." This was the first time he has given his mother a massage and it sent an excited shiver down his body. The stiff rod between his legs was waiting to jut out. Nick's fingers moved to her shoulders and he started massaging them gently. Rebecca lifted her head and looked straight into her son's eyes. He could see the longing in her eyes.

"Kiss me Nick," she simply said. Suddenly something snapped inside him. He took his mother in his arms and started kissing her. The way two lovers do. Rebecca put her arms around his neck and pulled his head towards her, while they greedily sucked each others full lips.

"Oh, Nick darling, don't stop," she whispered between hungry kisses. His probing hand moved towards her shirt-covered huge boobs. He started rubbing them and squeezing them, really hard, while still kissing. "Ahhhh" she gasped. One hand then moved down to her silky smooth thighs and then between his mother's hot legs. He touched her cunt, it was very wet.

"I want to fuck you Mom," he whispered. "Oh darling, fuck me, fuck me really hard. I am like a bitch in heat" she moaned. He raised her off the ground and carried her to the bed room and placed her on the bed. He pulled open her shirt. She was stark naked. He stared at her huge boobs jutting up and then his eyes move to her cunt, which was covered with thick long black hair. He loved hairy pussies. He wondered why women ever shaved. 

Rebecca opened her legs wide, fully exposing her juicy, hairy hole. She had a large hole. "Do you like it, my baby," she asked glancing down between her son's thighs. His rod was near to bursting point, waiting to jump out of his pants. "I love it. I always dreamt of fucking you Mom," he said while ripping off his pants and shirt. 

She gasped when he stood beside her naked, legs apart, with his huge erection. Her son's rod was more than 7" inches long and very thick. "Oh honey, I never imagined it was so huge," Rebecca moaned while she sat on the edge of the bed and gasped his rock hard rod. She rubbed it all over between her palms and then took it all into her mouth. She greedily sucked his hard rod and balls. Nick was softly moaning, eyes half-closed, while he gasped Rebecca's head and pushed her mouth in and out of his rod. The sensation of having his sexy mother sucking his erect rod intensified his pleasure.

He roughly pushed his mother down on to the bed, spread open her legs and knelt between her legs and plunged his hot rod into her juicy cunt. "Ahhhhhhh," she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me hard." 

Nick fucked his mother like a wild animal. He raised her legs high up and placed them on his shoulders, while she yelled "fuck me, you bastard, fuck harder, faster, faster, you fucker...ahhhhhhh, don't stop, ahhhhhh, harder you bastard."

Nick's hungry rod slammed into his mother's wet hole, non stop, up and down, up and down, harder, harder, faster, faster....after a few minutes he took his throbbing rod out and pulled his mother into a kneeling positing and entered her from behind and started fucking her doggie-style, pulling hard at her long hair with one hand and gasping her huge, hanging boobs with the other. "Rub you clit, you slut," he shouted hoarsely as his mother's hand moved at lightning speed on her erect clit.

"Fuck your horny bitch...fuck harder, harder, don't stop...ahhhhhhh," she yelled while he fucked his mother as he had not fucked anyone before. He suddenly started slamming his hips, faster, faster, up and down up and down inside her wet hole, faster, faster.. ahhhhhhh finally the release. They both yelled in bliss, eyes closed, while Nick's hot cum gushed into his mother's wet hole. 

"Thank you, darling, I needed it so much," she said, satisfied. "Its the best fuck I had in all my life," he told her as they lay in each others arms, hugging, like two lovers who have been together for a long time. 

Rebecca told her son about how difficult it was for her to control her sex urge. About the lovers she had before. About how she secretly lusted for her big handsome son. He told her about his sexual attraction towards her, from the time he was a young boy. They were comfortable talking openly about how they felt about each other.

Nick later called his wife and said he needed to spend the night with his mother, as she was not feeling well. It was fine with her, as usual.

Mother and son fucked throughout the night. It was wild, uninhibited, animal sex. At one time she was on top of him, riding his huge rod, like a possessed woman, while he pulled and gasped her huge hanging boobs. He rammed into her holes in all the positions he could think of. He fucked her ass, her mouth, her wet cunt hole, between her huge boobs, on and on. 

Their lust and longing towards each other was insatiable. Nick knew he no longer had to go in search of sexual variety. Finally, he found a woman, his mother, whose sex-drive matched his. He has found his ideal partner for life.

Read about all the perverted sexual escapades between mother and son in the second part.