2 comments/ 7089 views/ 1 favorites A Good Day By: Miles Long One thing I like about us is the many ways we like to make love. Some days we tease and flirt through the whole day until our passion erupts into a late night romp. We also like to stay in bed on warm rainy Sunday mornings and make slow, sweet love. Some days we wine and dine, taking turns seducing the other and alternating taking the lead. Those are some days, but not all days; and certainly not today. Today I walk in the door after a long day at work, and you come bouncing up in your little sundress to give me a peck on the cheek and a how was your day with your cute face and bright smiling eyes. Normally I give you a hug and we talk about our days as we start dinner. Not today. Today I pull you in for a long deep kiss, my lips firmly planted on yours as my tongue slips insistently into your mouth, softly but urgently exploring and caressing you. Tugging gently on your bottom lip as I slowly pull away from the kiss, I see you still lost in the sensations of the kiss and I take the opportunity to bend down and wrap my arms around your thighs, lifting your small body effortlessly and throwing you over my shoulder before you even realize what's going on. Your short dress rides up as my arm squeezes your silky thighs. By the time you are fully aware of the situation, I am striding straight to the bedroom. You start to ask what is going on, but your queries are met only with silence from me, my eyes focused intently on our destination. I throw you down on the bed and flip you over onto your stomach, pulling you back so your legs are hanging down off the bed and you are bent at the waist. Flipping your dress up over your hips I gaze lustfully at your pert little ass, leaning in to give your cheeks an appreciative lick and a good hard slap. You turn your head and try to ask what's gotten into me, but instead of answering you I simply loosen my necktie and place it around your eyes, tightening it and leaving you in the dark. Then I grab the flimsy material of your dress and rip it off of you, exposing your entire backside to my hungry eyes. Returning to my original focus, I squeeze and knead your cheeks, spanking and slapping them, pinching your cute little ass. I lick long flat strokes up and down your crack, snaking my tongue in to tease your tight little hole before rubbing it with my fingers. I probe and explore, sliding a finger in, then my tongue, and back and forth. You know I know how much you love having your ass played with, but somehow you sense that this is different. Finally it dawns on you: normally I do this with the purpose of giving you pleasure; but although you are enjoying these manipulations it is becoming clear that my fingers and tongue are only concerned with one thing: getting you ready for what comes next. Suddenly, my touch is gone. The cool air of the room blows lightly across your wet skin adding more goose bumps and shivers to the ones already there from anticipation. You hear the rustle of clothes as I undress behind you. I give you a couple more licks and then you feel my body near you, on top of you, pushing into you with a satisfied groan. Your fingers grip the sheets as I start stroking in and out, my hardness throbbing deep inside you as I pump faster and harder. I let out an involuntary growl as my lust takes over and I begin thrusting more and more powerfully, driving farther inside you, needing to take you deeper and deeper. My fingers curl in between yours and squeeze, my teeth find your neck and shoulder, sinking into your tender flesh and almost piercing your sensitive skin. I slam into you with long, powerful strokes, stretching you wide with each throbbing drive into you from behind, taking you and making you mine. My lust is so powerful that I quickly pass the threshold and with a final push as far in as I can get, I erupt inside you. The combination of your clit being slammed and rubbed against the sheets with the sensations from my explosion inside you drives you over the edge too, and we shake in mutual climax. After a few moments in which we struggle to catch our breath, I finally roll off of you and pull you in to cuddle with me, tossing aside the necktie that was around your eyes. I give you a slow wet kiss, then pull my lips away from yours and give you a wink. Finally, I speak for the first time. "My day was good, babe. How was yours?" A Good Day "No." Stephanie swirled the wine in her glass. Her lips pursed and she hitched her leg higher. "Flick, don't suck. My clit isn't a fucking straw." Tess's eyes peered up from between Stephanie's legs. Her tongue flicked obediently, a pink blur at our mistress's clit. "It's bullshit of course." Stephanie punctuated the comment with a sip of wine. "The fuck would he know about it? He's just some trumped up gangbanger. Here." She motioned with a tipsy wave of her glass at me. I lowered the tray I held so that she could set her glass on it. "Thinks because he can say shit and hoe he owns the place. Fucking ni- oh, there." Her hand clamped onto the edge of the tray as Tess did something with her tongue. "Good girl." She purred, eyes closed. Her hips squirmed and her fingers ran through Tess's hair, pressing her face farther between her legs. "Right there, right there." She came with a sharp intake, bottom lip caught between her teeth. She was still for a second, then exhaled with a long, limb shivering breath, Her fingers unclenched from Tess's hair. "You are such a little whore." She said with a breathless little laugh, mock disbelief tinting her voice. Her hand unclenched from the tray as she seemed to remember I was there. She ticked her fingers along the studs of my dog collar. "And you? What are you?" "A slut." I kept my chin high and my gaze on the opposite wall as her hand fell, trailing a line along the open collar of the blouse she had picked out for me this morning. "Mistress." Her hand slipped under the blouse. I wasn't wearing a bra. She took one of my nipples between her fingers. "Who's slut?" "Your slut, mistress." She rolled my nipple between her fingers. "And what do you think about that, slut?" "Thank you for letting-" The glasses on the tray clinked as she pinched and I couldn't help the gasp that escaped. She would like that, even if she said she didn't. "for letting me be your slut, mistress." She nodded. Her hand fell away as she reached for another glass of wine. Her other hand pressed Tess's head further between her legs. "Come on, fuck your tongue in my cunt. If you're good I'll fuck your ass later. Would you like that? My thick, black strap on stretching your asshole?" With her face ground into Stephanie's cunt, Tess's answer was muffled. Our mistress laughed. She motioned at me. "Get the nine incher and check her pussy to make sure she isn't lying. And you," she crooned down to Tess who was lapping at her pussy. "If you aren't wet at the thought of me in your ass, then you won't get anymore of my cunt." The toys were kept in the third drawer of the closet. Dildoes, strap-ons, vibrators, but plugs, anal beads, handcuffs, ball gags, nipple clamps; all of them were laid out with meticulous care. I should know. I was the one to clean and put them away when Stephanie was done. The nine incher was between a double headed dildo and smaller vibrator. I took it and a small bottle of lube. Stephanie disliked having to ask for it. She had nearly drained her glass of wine. Tess's head still worked between her legs. The little black dress she wore had ridden up to show the line of a thong peeking between the crack of her ass. I kneeled behind her, ran my hand along the inside of her thigh to the fork between her legs and pressed my index finger against the dip of her cunt. Her hips shied upward. I switched to my ring finger, then my pinky; fit it into the first digit. Stephanie washed back a mouthful of wine. She put her glass aside. The top three buttons of her already low cut blouse were undone, and her hand had snaked down to trail across the domes of her cream colored bra. She looked up at me as I stood with half lidded eyes, a smile playing at her lips. "Sopping?" I drew a slow breathe. Didn't meet her eye. "No, mistress." She blinked, lazy as a snake. "What?" I kept my gaze lowered. "She's dry, mistress." Her fingers fisted in Tess's hair. She yanked Tess's head back to an uncomfortable angle. Her voice was still slow and meticulous. "Is this true?" Still looking down, I couldn't see Tess's expression, but her voice trembled, the burr of her Eastern European accent making her stumble over the words. "Mistress, I-" WHACK. Stephanie's palm struck her across the face. Tess cried out. "And why aren't you wet?" Tess only whimpered. Stephanie pushed, palm flat, set her stumbling onto her ass. She snapped her fingers at the floor in front of her. "Bend over." Tess's eyes met mine as she turned around. She had beautiful eyes, brown and large and innocent. They looked up at me, pleading. I looked away. What else could I have done? Our mistress knows. She always knows. And then we both would have been punished. What was the point? "Hmm." Stephanie pulled aside Tess's thong, and a second later Tess whimpered again as Stephanie pushed a finger into her cunt. She tore it out and then without pausing shoved it into her asshole. "Does that seem wet? Is that wet enough for you?" Tess's face screwed up in pain as Stephanie pulled her finger out, then shoved it back in. "When I. Say. Wet." Each word was punctuated with a saw of her finger. "You. Get. Wet." She tore out her finger a final time with a look of disgust and wiped it against Tess's ass cheek. "Fuck, you're ass is tight. Get me the strap on." That was directed towards me. She stood up as I brought over the strap on. I kneeled in front of her, unzipped the side of her grey plaid business skirt and pulled it down as she shimmied her hips. The movement was automatic, unthinking. I had done this for her a hundred times. She stepped into strap on's harness. Up close it was a monster of a cock, wider around than the circle made by touching the tips of my thumb and index finger and ribbed with little bumps that undulated under my hand as I stroked lube along its curved nine inches. I glanced up to find her looking down at me. She cupped my chin in her hand. Her fingers played along my lips, a little game to see if they would open. "If you hadn't just done such a pretty job lubing up this cock I'd shove it deep in your little whore throat." She pried my lips apart, and I nearly gagged at the taste of Tess's ass on her finger. "For now this'll have to do." Her fingers probed my mouth, index and first finger pushing, pressing against the back of my throat- I gagged, a harsh, hacking sound. She kept the two fingers there for another second, as if to prove she could, and then pulled them out. "Get the whore thong off her and spread her cheeks. I want to see that cute little asshole when I fuck it." I blinked back the moisture that had been brought up from gagging and moved to do as she said. Tess's legs trembled as I slipped the black thong off her, but she didn't shy away as I knelt beside her. We both knew what Stephanie would do if she struggled. The taste of Stephanie's fingers was still in my mouth. I dug my fingers between her ass cheeks and pried them apart for our mistress. Stephanie took her time. Her thumb trailed the length of Tess's crack before settling on her asshole. Under my fingers Tess's cheeks shivered as Stephanie pressed her thumb against Tess's pucker, as if she were testing its pre-fucked tensile strength. She placed the tip of her cock against Tess's asshole, and with a horrible ease her pucker stretched and swallowed the length of the strap. I knew the feeling, knew what it felt like; she had done it to me enough times. The stretching tightness as something that shouldn't fit pushed into you; the urgent feeling as if you had to shit, and then the knowledge that you couldn't, that something else was inside you. "Do you like my cock?" Stephanie asked, all nine inches of black cock inside Tess. Slowly, she began to pull out, the tight ring of Tess's asshole rippling around each rib of the strap on. Out, then a short, sharp shove back in. "Do you?" Tess groaned, a low, miserable sound. "Yes, mistress." Out, then in. Out, in, out, in. Stephanie's rhythm quickened as Tess's asshole began to loosen. Tess was silent except for the occasional moan, but under my fingers I could feel her hip rocking away from the stamp of Stephanie's cock. Her head lolled, sweat slicked blonde locks falling about her face. I wished I could reach a hand and sweep them away, but Stephanie would have seen. Instead I only did my best to keep her ass wide for our mistress. "You're going to beg to tongue fuck my cunt after this." Stephanie's words were slurred. "I'm going to fuck your asshole so wide that you're not going to be able to shit for a week. I'm going to fuck it until it gapes wide enough to fit a baseball through." She reached past me and grabbed the back of Tess's hair, jerked her head back. "Are you learning your lesson? Are you, you filthy little fuck slut?" "Yes, mistress." Her accent mangled her words. "I am, mistress, please mistr-" Stephanie slapped her ass, sharp and sudden. "Did I say I wanted a fucking conversation?" Her hips spasmed, and she fucked Tess with short, violent thrusts, jerking her head back like she was a jockey on a prize horse. Her voice was strained. "You're a fucking whore. You probably like this, don't you? Getting fucked in your asshole like a bitch." She stopped thrusting suddenly, held her hips still. "Fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how much love my cock." Stephanie slapped my hand. "And you, you make sure the whore slut isn't lying again." I let go of Tess's ass cheeks and she fucked herself on Stephanie's cock, trembling, desperate backward lunges. I slipped a hand under her and tried to push my finger into the moving target of her cunt. "Well?" I withdrew my hand. "Wet, mistress." Stephanie laughed, a laconic bark of amusement. "Should that make us even? Should that make you forgiven?" She slapped Tess's ass. "Should I just stop fucking you? Maybe kiss you're little whore pucker and make it all better?" Tess knew better than to answer with the truth. "No, mistress. Please, mistress." Her voice was a whimper. "Fuck me, mistress, please fuck me, fuck my asshole, fuck your slut." Stephanie's hips sawed back and forth contemplatively, barely more than a grind. Her voice was short. "Play with yourself." Tess snaked a trembling hand under her. Two delicate fingers touched the nub of her clit, pressed, circled. Stephanie deepened her thrusts. She slapped Tess's ass again, dug her fingernails into the flesh. "Play with your clit. Touch it. I want you to remember what kind of whore you are. And you." Her eyes were closed. Her voice was tight. "You spread those little queer legs of yours. I want to see her slurping your pretty pussy when I cum." Tess looked up at me as sat in front of her. I met her eyes for a second, then perched the palm of my hand on the back of her head and tilted her face to between my legs. The tile was cold against my bare legs. Warmth blossomed in my abdomen as her tongue touched my cunt. Behind her Stephanie fucked her with long, even strokes. One hand had slipped behind her. She was playing with her asshole I knew, circling her own pucker and dipping in the tip of a finger. She hated herself for it, I knew too. It won't be long now. Tess does something with her tongue and my fingers fist in her hair, push her face deeper between my legs, not caring that she can't breathe. It isn't that I don't know how it feels, to be on all fours, hands tight on my hips, her cock in my ass, eating out Tess's cunt. There should be honor among thieves, but her tongue feels so good against my cunt and I'm not the stupid Russian queer that couldn't get wet when she was told. Tomorrow maybe, Stephanie will fuck me like that. Shove her strap on into my ass, or stuff it down my throat. She'd done it before. Or maybe she'll get tired of that and grind her cunt into my face as I fuck my tongue in her, taste her cum as she rides my face. Or maybe she'll finally work up the courage and have me tongue her asshole. Tomorrow, maybe. But today... Today has been a good day. A Good Day Sinking into the dark, demon call, claw for my soul. A familiar nightmare and a familiar darkness that dwells within, too long gazing within and the abyss that is my soul stares back in my sleep. Some parts of me separate from the part of me fighting my inner demons and darkness, they calmly watch. Knowing this isn't a fight I can lose, not a fight I will ever let myself lose, they watch on with slight amusement at the things that try to claim me. In the end just like the world outside myself, my rage and hate gives me strength and focused like the cold touch of death upon all that stands before me as an enemy. In time fed to the ever hungry void within, only making me both stronger, and yet empty for a time. Those other parts of me, those other selves, noticed a change in the flow of air in my room. A slight sound that doesn't belong, the sense of another approaching me while I sleep. Waiting until that presence is close enough to strike, before yanking me from my constant inner war and back to the physical world. Instinctively my hand darts under my pillow, all the information and sense data the others had sense while I slept comes flooding into my mind. The knife under my pillow comes up in a dull flash under the low light that my clock casts into my room. The figure beside my bed throws a forearm out to block the attack, meeting however the hilt of the knife knocking their block aside. A twist of my wrist brings the knife around as it continues its forward momentum, stopping with the edge pressed to their throat. A quiet feminine voice finds me in the dark and cause pause in the instincts that drive me to kill quickly. "Sir... Please..." The plea and the fear in the big eyes I am now able to make out in the dim light, the small woman before me standing so still that not even the small muscles in your face dare to move. The feral glow in my blue eyes slowly dims back to the eyes of a sane and calm individual, putting all the nightmares back behind the mask I show to the waking world. A new glow replaces it however as my eyes move slowly over the soft curves of your body. You recognize it too late and even as you start to take a step back my free hand darts out to grasp your wrist hard enough to make a small hiss of pain escape you. Yanking you down into the bed and pushing you down under me, again that voice calling out to me in a plea as you push at my chest. "Sir, there is work to do... You can't..." This is not the first time, it is a game of Russian Roulette whenever you come to wake me, depending on the day I had before as well as my sleep. If I sleep peacefully I generally can ignore the urges your body inspires in me until I have made a dent in my work. Nights like this though, filled with strife and struggle, feral and strong emotions. They are nights that need something more then simply swallowing my emotions and moving on to work, they need release. You always struggle, but you are mine, and in the end I will have what I want no matter your own wishes in the matter. Yanking your uniform jacket and shirt open to the sound of stressing seams and popping buttons. Your bra too is quickly unhooked and pushed out of my way to reveal your breasts. Grasping them roughly with one hand, long fingers squeezing and rubbing as you let out little sounds of mixed discomfort and pleasure. You shake your head and continues to try and plead with me to stop, trying to convince me to just put it off until later. Ignoring you as usual I growl to you, muzzle against you ear, "I want you pet... and I'll have what I want..." My lips lock onto one of your breasts, sucking on it strongly, my canine tongue lashing over your sensitive nipple. Randomly moving back and forth between those large, soft breasts as my long fingers sink so roughly into them. Your own small hands alternating between tugging at my hair in pleasure, and pushing at my head in your continued attempts to put me off. As your commander and master you have no choice of course, and just as I told you, I will have what I want. I feel your legs under me tightly close to try and deny me a complete access to your body, smirking I firmly bite your breast, forcing out a desperate moan from your muzzle. My other hand still holding the knife moves it down, dragging that sharp edge slowly up along your thighs. Putting rips in your nylons, and even tracing light red lines over her smooth white skin beneath them. The sensation causing your legs to twitch and weaken as your toes curl, and using this chance I absently throw the knife behind me to stick into the dart board. Shoving your legs apart roughly enough to make you start kicking at me, your voice breathless. "Sir no, please that's enough isn't it?!" Growling back down at you with a cruel grin on my muzzle, "You know damn well it is not pet..." Pushing your uniform skirt up I let my claws out enough to tear through the nylon thre, leaving a large opening over your wet panties. Yanking them aside to reveal your dripping warmth as you struggle and kick more when feeling the cool air of the room wash over your hot flesh. Settling between your thighs, covered by the now knife shredded nylons I bring my large canine cock to bear on you. Without any warning I slam into you, battering my way against all of your resistance I take what I want. Burying myself to the hilt in that first thrust, listening to you scream out and thrash under me at the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure as your tight little body is so roughly taken. My larger body moving over yours without pause as you shake your head and struggle still, weakly beating at my chest and digging your heels into the bed. Each rough thrust pulling nearly out of you, then slamming back in to the hilt relentlessly. Feeling you stretching around me, forced to take that large, hard cock again and again despite your desperate struggles. Forced to adapt, to mold to the shape of my cock by force as it invades your insides again and again. My hands alternating between mauling your large, soft breasts and shoving you roughly back down on the bed under me as you risk slipping out from under me and off the bed from your struggles. Your screams eventually resolving into desperate and breathless begging, between moans and screams of pain and pleasure. "Please sir! Please I h-have to!... I have to cum!" Grinning down at you with a feral light of pleasure in my eyes I growl, not for a moment letting up on my little pet. One hand reaching up to grasp your throat and force you to look up at me, tongue lolling out of your muzzle. "Who is my good little slut?... Say it and I will let you cum like a good pet..." Waiting for your response I continue pushing into your tight warmth with my rough and selfish thrusts. Keeping a frim grip on your throat so that you can't look away, and giving a firm squeeze whenever you tried to close your eyes. Other hand dragging claws down your thigh to grab the back of your knee and push her leg up, allowing my canine cock to start forcing its way into your womb with my thrusts now. Putting my weight behind my thrusts as well now to make sure I take you as hard and deeply as possible, as if to force the words out of you with the force of my cock slamming into you alone. Unable to shake your head with my grip on your lovely throat, your entire body shakes instead, which only helps to stir my cock so deep inside you. Finally your free leg starts kicking at the bed and you shove at my chest, claws dragging through my fur deeply enough to scratch the skin underneath. Forced to look me in the eye, tears of pleasure and pain, of embarrassment running through the fur of your cheeks as you have to look me in the eye even as your screams fill the room. "I am sir! I'm y-your little slut! P-Please let me c-cum sir! PLEEEEAAASSEEE!" Hearing you giving in even as your body jerks and struggles from the over-stimulation of my continued thrusts I growl back down to you. "That's a good little slut... Now cum for your master!" Even as you scream and grab at my shoulders in climax, I continue to thrust into your womb, forcing past the now painful tightness inside you. Looking into your lovely eyes half rolled back and tongue lolling out of your muzzle I finally reach my own limit, with your juices gushing, flooding out of you. I slam into you a final time as I feel my knot swelling, forcing myself into your womb, as deeply as possible before we are tied. Feeling your legs snapping around my waist, like iron restrains your muscles are locked so tightly. Even as my knot swells and stretches your inside, my hard canine cock twitches strongly as it pours wave after wave of hot, thick canine seed into your womb. Stuffing you full and marking you as mine until you gets every drop. Panting and growling with pleasure over you, your smaller body laying limp under me on the bed now as you drag in shuddering breaths. Your eyes still staring without focus at the ceiling over my shoulder, smiling I capture your muzzle in a deep kiss. Hearing you moan as you return it weakly. Drawing out the kiss as I wait to catch my breath and my knot to go down enough to pull free of you. Finally when it is I slide out of you, grabbing a quick shower and changing into my uniform. Looking over at you with a slight smile as you seem to have come back to your senses, though everytime you try to move your limbs just twitch and move so very slowly. Nodding to the closet I tell you, my voice now calm and relaxed after such a satisfying release. "The extra uniform I keep for you is in the closet, do be sure to clean up the bed before you join me at the office." Pulling something from one of the drawers of my dresser I move over to you, licking at your muzzle as I work the plug into your warmth, making sure you remain filled with my seed and scent for the day. With a wink and a playful salute I grab my satchel and head to the office, leaving you laying sprawled in my bed in your ruined uniform, surrounded by the scent of our mating. Thinking to myself with a slight smile on my muzzle, "Today, started off rather well indeed." ... ... .. A Good Day Katy was sitting perplexed in the coffee shop, trying to find reasonable thoughts in her blank mind. She thought that maybe there is an explanation to what has just happened. She kissed a very good friend - a girl. It's nothing like her, she's not gay, not even bisexual. 'Or is she?', her mind was playing games with her. She knew Jane from work and they had been work colleagues for over two years. They grew closer spending time together outside of work, sometimes going to gym, movies or shopping. Whatever girlfriends do, really, they'd done it. She knew very well Jane was bisexual and she very often commented on girls they have encountered, while in town. But she's never made any move on her. Katy was very curious how it would be with a girl. She imagined it as totally different experience, more sensual and very similar to how she liked to masturbate. Sex with guys was more forceful and quick, not always fully satisfying, so she liked her masturbating. She didn't however find sex with girls exciting or fascinating. It was just a curiosity. But this time it felt different. Maybe it was because she didn't have sex with a guy for many months, maybe it was some change that happened to her or maybe she simply grew so close to her friend Jane. She didn't know, but she was horny as hell and she needed a release. She would fuck just anyone, the itch was too much. And the kiss was electrifying. Sadly Jane had to go to work and the kiss was supposed to be just a kiss goodbye. How it happened that it transformed into one of the most sensual experience in Katy's life, she couldn't figure out. It was all a blur. She finished her coffee and left the place. She decided to walk home in a hope that this would clear her mind and help rationalize what had happened. While she was walking through the park she got a message from Jane. She was asking if she can meet her after she finished work. They agreed to meet at Katy's flat. Katy didn't know what to expect. Is Jane gonna want to finish what they had started in the coffee place? Or maybe she would backtrack from it all and even apologize. After all, she knew Jane was dating some guy. She knew it wasn't serious, but still, why complicate things. Katy didn't even know why she analyzed it so much. After all she wasn't into girls. She was just horny and any release would do. Maybe she should order a pizza and fuck the delivery guy, she amused herself. Jane was in the office for only few hours. It was Saturday and she only had to come in to confirm some design choices. She was heading to Katy's flat and she knew they have to have a serious talk. She found Katy attractive and often fantasized about her. But she knew it wouldn't end well and she didn't want to lose a friend. When she arrived she was greeted by Katy at the door. She looked radiant, with an aura of shyness about her. She was a very beautiful girl. Quite tall with slim figure and firm breasts. But her best feature was her ass. It looked like some perfect peach. Wearing the leggings didn't help the situation. 'Hi.' Katy said in a very unconvincing tone. She opened the door for Jane, turned around and walked towards the kitchen. She didn't know what else to say so she just threw: 'Do you want something to drink? Orange juice, Coke?' 'Water will be fine.' Jane said while admiring Katy's ass. She was very tempted to push this further now, all those fantasies flashing back in her mind. But she had to resist. At this time she had to assume that Katy is not into her at all and play it safe. 'Listen, about what happened earlier, I am really sorry. I don't know what happened and I don't want to lose you as a friend.' Jane threw. 'Don't worry about it.' Katy replied promptly. She started pouring water into a glass. She was fearing having to turn around and face her friend to pass her that glass of water. It wasn't like her. She felt a strange heat running through her body, lifting each and every smallest hair on her skin. That heat started to circle around one area. It was heading towards her pussy. The tingling was unbearable. She had to touch herself, or better yet, she had to be touched. She almost overfilled the glass, stopping only just in time. She took the glass in her hand. She was all trembling. 'Hey, I just want to clear the air and confirm that we are OK.' Jane threw. 'I head to the movies with Zack. I told him to pick me up from here. Hope that's OK. I know you didn't meet him yet.' Those last words hit Katy like a bucket of cold water. What is she thinking? Jane is her friend and, additionally, she is in a relationship. She turned around and placed the glass on a breakfast bar. 'We're fine. Forget about it. Nothing happened.' she lied. 'So you and Zack, huh. Is it serious?' she faked a smile, part of her hoping it wasn't serious at all. 'No, I don't think so.' Jane responded reaching for a glass of water. She was really thirsty and drank it all at once. When she finished, she noticed something that didn't draw her attention before. Right in front of her stood a stunning girl, all blushing with a body language screaming 'I'm horny!'. She knew at that very moment, that if she plays her cards right, it may be a very interesting evening indeed. All the thoughts about Katy as her friend evaporated. In her head she turned into a nice, moist pussy she wanted to have a taste of. She could swear she could smell the aroma of sex Katy was producing. Instead of placing the glass back on the breakfast bar, she walked around it into the kitchen area, right where Katy was standing. She walked towards the sink and started to wash the glass. 'Don't worry about it. I'll wash it later' Katy interjected trying to take the glass out of Jane's hands. While doing so, their bodies met and they could both feel each other's heat and intoxicating smell. Jane turned her head towards Katy and kissed her, their hands still holding the glass in the sink. Katy wasn't even surprised. She knew it was wrong on so many levels, but her body craved it so much, she knew it was the only thing to do. She placed the glass at the bottom of the sink and took Jane's head in her hands, kissing her even deeper, their tongues exploring each other. She felt Jane's hands on her ass. Finally! She started to knead her ass cheeks, more and more forcefully. Katy thought she'd explode there and then. She grabbed Jane by her hand and guided her onto a sofa in the living room. Katy lied down on her back, pulling Jane on top of her. They started kissing again, only this time very gently. Jane started to slowly explore Katy's body. She couldn't stand it and arched back, displaying her breasts even more prominently. Jane kneaded them and moved Katy's t-shirt upwards to touch their bare skin. Katy couldn't help but to moan. Jane started kissing her stomach, slowly moving towards her hot, wet pussy. She grabbed her leggings with fingers and pulled them down. Katy lifted her ass to help her remove them. Jane started kissing Katy's calf and moved towards her inner thigh. It was inevitable to finish with her tongue inside of Katy. When she reached her destination, a forceful gasp escaped Katy's lips. Jane closed her lips on Katy's clit and pulled ever so gently. Katy was close to cumming, but Jane had a different plan. She stood up and removed her clothes. She didn't loose eye contact with Katy even for a moment. She climbed back onto the sofa, but this time hovering her own pussy over Katy's face. She started to lick Katy's pussy again, while slowly lowering her own moist pussy towards Katy's lips. Katy had never tasted another girl before. But she was so horny from all the attention she enjoyed from Jane, she couldn't wait to tongue her friend. She wanted to have a taste, but more importantly, she wanted to return a favour. And she didn't have to wait long for the occasion to arrive. She sucked on Jane's clit, burring her upper lip and part of her nose inside of Jane. She could feel Jane has stopped the licking, probably due to her own ecstasy, and instead was massaging her clit with her fingers. Jane moved her fingers up and down along Katy's pussy and eventually buried two middle ones inside. She started to slowly finger her. Katy thought she's gonna explode, but she didn't stop her own oral assault. The fingers inside her felt great. Jane would lick her clit from time to time increasing the sensation of pleasure. Katy was on the brink of orgasm, her juices overflowing onto Jane's hand and onto her own ass. She was all wet down there. Jane took Katy's legs and pulled them upwards, towards Katy's belly, making Katy feel exposed and overpowered. It turned her on even more, but she couldn't expect what happened next. Jane started to assault her ass, tonguing her anally. Katy never experienced anything like it. The jolts of pleasure shot though her. Additionally, Jane started to masturbate her friends clit again. Katy couldn't take it any longer. She stopped licking Jane, arched back and started grunting and groaning, louder and louder. And then the wave of pleasure overpowered her. She started to tremble and felt like she's lost control over her body. The feeling was incredible, nothing like she ever experienced before. She gave into ecstasy and enjoyed every moment. It was surreal. Jane slowed down the assault. She released Katy's legs and placed them back on the sofa. She was still slowly and gently massaging Katy's pussy, while her head turned around to see her friends face overfilled with joy. Katy looked at Jane from behind Jane's naked ass and smiled gently towards her. Jane knew it was her turn to reach an orgasm and she slowly slid backwards to position her pussy over Katy's face. Jane closed her eyes and enjoyed her friends tongue, forcefully pushing her wet pussy onto her face. Katy was overwhelmed and she was trying to return the favour from underneath her friend. She was still turned on herself and she knew she'd probably finish once more. She was focused on her friends clit while something else caught her eye. There was a man standing at the entrance to her apartment. Even though he was really handsome, Katy started to panic. Here they are, two sexy young girls in the middle of sex and they've been caught by a stranger. She started to wriggle from underneath her friend. She knew Jane had her eyes closed, so she had to warn her somehow. But Jane was too close to cumming to take any notice of her friend. She just pushed even harder into Katy's face, while Katy was examining the stranger closing the door behind him and slowly moving towards them on the sofa. Katy felt a new wave of excitement overpowering her emotions. She had her friend riding her face to orgasm, Jane's fingers exploring her pussy again, and now the stranger had caught them in the act and was getting closer and closer with unknown intentions. The stranger disappeared from Katy's view. She started to wonder if she maybe imagined him in the agony of arousal. But her thoughts were interrupted by her friend's muffled scream of orgasmic pleasure. Jane reached the climax, overflowing Katy's face with her juices. She was still riding her face like a pony, trembling from orgasms. 'Why was her scream muffled?' Katy wondered. She slid back from underneath Jane's legs and she was shocked to discover her friend sucking the stranger's cock. What shocked Katy even more was the size of it. She's only seen such massive cocks on the web, never in real life. Jane noticed her friend reappearing. 'Katy. Meet Zack.' The stranger gave Katy a warm smile. 'Hello Katy.' he almost whispered as he reached for her ankles. He grabbed Katy and pulled her legs towards him. Jane stopped blowing her boyfriend and gave Katy's pussy a light massage and a little kiss. Katy was worried she knew what happens next. Her head was screaming 'no', while her betraying body screamed big 'YES'. Jane took Zack's long member and directed it towards Katy's inviting opening. She slid the head of it along Katy's slit, extracting loud moan from Katy. She knew what's next. She closed her eyes and waited to be penetrated by the biggest penis she'd ever experience. She could feel the head of it pushing slowly at her pussy, directed by her friend. Jane started licking Katy's clit, while the big dick was disappearing more and more inside her. Zack was moving slowly, enjoying the view, pulling his cock out a tiny bit and pushing it back in, invading the hole slightly more with each thrust. He felt she was really tight and he didn't want to spook her, so he gave her the time to adjust to his size and accommodate his dick. He was savouring the view of his new girlfriend pleasuring them both orally. Jane reached behind Katy's wide spread legs and pushed her middle finger inside of her friend's asshole. It was second assault on her ass this day and also second in Katy's entire life. It was new and strangely pleasurable experience. There was a slight pain mixed with very nice feeling. Jane could feel the large dick with her finger through a very thin layer of skin separating two tunnels. She picked up the pace and started fingering the asshole of her friend, making sure to put pressure on the beautiful dick she felt on the other side of the tissue. Zack felt the stimulation, shooting tingling sensation through his penis. He couldn't take it any longer. He pulled his dick out one last time before fully diving into the pussy in one massive thrust. Katy gasped from the sensation, her eyes shot wide open. She felt full with the massive instrument between her legs and overpowered with her friend pinning her down on the sofa. Zack picked up the pace to match his thrusts with Jane's fingering. Jane was looking up at him, smiling. She knew one of them would reach orgasm soon. She was hoping it was Katy, so Jane would get some of the action too. Soon after that thought crossed her mind, Katy started to convulse with the second orgasm of the day. But this one was much different. All the anal pressure changed the sensation completely. It was like her orgasm was attacking her from all directions. She felt like passing out. Jane was hoping to switch places with Katy, but Zack had other idea. He was enjoying the tight pussy, pulling the skin of her slit with his dick when pumping out. He knew he had to claim it and decided to inject all his sperm deep into her. Besides, having his cock inside her just felt too good to withdraw. He picked up his rhythm and grabbed Jane by her hair. He pulled her face up to meet his kiss. She understood it's not her turn to experience his dick. Katy realised Zack was intending to cum inside her. She started to regain control of her mind after the post-orgasmic feeling started to subside. It finally occurred to her, she let a complete stranger fuck her. It wasn't anything like her. On top of that, she had a lesbian encounter, was licked and fingered in the ass and was taking part in the threesome. 'So wrong' she thought to herself. She wanted for it all to stop and go away. She wanted it all not to be true. But the only thing she could do now, was to somehow stop Zack fucking her. Or at the very least, prevent him from cumming inside. 'You can't cum inside.' she let out. 'I'm not on the pill.' But Zack had to have her. He didn't obey. He placed his hands on Jane's arms and pushed her decisively down, to slide her pussy over Katy's mouth. Jane was turned on by his domination. She looked up at him and shyly smiled, understanding what his intentions were and she obediently placed her pussy on her friend's lips. Katy lost. All she could do was to submit to the events. She wanted to scream, but all she could do was to suck on her friend wet clit, while still enjoying large dick pushing on her walls. It actually started to turn her on again. Could she orgasm once again, she was wondering. She never did experience anything so intense before. She could still feel the remainder of her last orgasm tickling her inner tissues. Zack felt he was close. Jane wasn't far behind. She was wiggling vigorously sitting on her friends face, almost suffocating her with juices. And then Katy felt it. Strong streams of sperm injecting into her vulnerable womb. She felt claimed, just like Zack intended. The possibility of pregnancy by his potent sperm was filling her with fear and excitement. It was very animalistic feeling, fuelled by her deepest urges. She felt a small orgasm running through her body. It was nothing like the one before, but it felt nice regardless. Jane gave up on riding her friend, letting her gasp for air. Jane knew she wouldn't quickly orgasm this way and she didn't want to, either. She took Zack's penis in her hand, guiding it from inside of Katy and right into her own mouth. She loved sucking dick and she loved the taste of sperm. The taste of sperm and pussy in this case and she was in heaven. There wasn't much sperm left for her however and the cock quickly became flaccid, turning Jane's attention towards cum filled pussy. The pussy already leaked some of the sperm out on the sofa, so Jane wasted no time in preventing the rest of it to share similar fate. She put her mouth on Katy's pussy, licked, sucked and swallowed every drop that tried to escape. Zack went over to the other side of sofa. He placed a gentle kiss on Katy's forehead. 'It was nice meeting you'. He put all his clothes on and told Jane they'd be late for movies. She quickly threw her clothes on, said her 'I'll see you later' smiling at her exhausted friend and they both left. Katy was lying on her sofa, slowly drifting to sleep with the feeling of fullness with stranger's warm cum deep inside her. A Good Day. A Bad Week. And A Beer. A good day. A bad week. And a beer. My current girlfriend, Leila was moping about the wharf when I finished cleaning a client's boat. I was happy to see her, but wondered why she was down. After a little cuddle she said she needed some sea, sun and sand. I was a little taken aback because that was all we usually did. Going to the beach, I mean. I decided to take her out to dinner. Might cheer her up, I thought. But no! Not that, she told me. She asked me to take her to the Dolphin Hotel. Jan, her friend was there, she said. I decided I could do with a beer anyway. We wandered into the hotel bar and we immediately spied Jan and Steve, Bob and Julie, and some other guy who was eyeing Leila off. I gave him a look as I said hi to the others. I tried to make my look say back off, but it didn't seem to faze him. Maybe I need to practice my looks. Damn it. Jan seemed very keen to introduce this guy to Leila. Todd was his name. When it was my turn he tried to break my fingers. I gave him a look that said do that again and I'll break your head. Didn't seem to work though. He pulled a stool up for Leila and sandwiched her between himself and Jan. I listened from behind Leila as the gang started talking about a boat trip out to the little island that boaters called 'lover's island'. Sailors called it something else, but I forget the name. To get to the point, Bob had hired a cabin cruiser for the coming weekend. They told me to meet them at the quay at 6 am on Saturday morning. Which I did. Of course they told me that Leila would be there so I didn't have to pick her up. I noticed Todd was there without a girl. So that proved to me that Todd was trying to move in on my girl. And I thought Jan was trying to help him. It was the start of a beautiful weekend. Sun and sea. Sand to come later. Todd took over the controls from Bob and started to show off to Leila. I went up to the cockpit and asked Leila if she wanted to sun bake on the forward section with me. She followed me to the front of the boat where Jan and Steve had already staked out their spot. Jan was topless, and encouraged Leila to remove her top. Well there we were. Jan and Leila lying side by side, perky boobs pointed at the sky with all the males on the boat with a woody. It was a wonder that Todd found the island, the amount of time he was ogling Leila. We arrived off the long beach and stared at the breakers. There were rocks in there, and I wondered if Todd could make it through. I supposed he could if he could find the island without looking. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, lining up the swell over the gap. Good boy I thought, but then he hesitated to long, and as he gunned the motor, to late, I yelled, "You won't make it." Jan turned to me and said "Shut up. He knows what he's doing." As the rocks gouged a big chunk of fiberglass out of the bottom of the boat I asked Jan to repeat what she said. All she said this time was "Shut up." Todd did manage to get the boat beached before we sank. We all climbed down onto the sand and stood in silence as the boat leaned to the side exposing a six foot long gouge that turned the boat into a beach fixture. The group stood around Todd as if he was wearing the gouge. I just thought he was an idiot. We salvaged all our stuff from the boat, I mean beach fixture, and decided to set up a camp. Todd went back to the boat to get the radio. You guessed it. Butter fingers dropped it over the side. Salt water does wonderful things to electronics. None of them good. We spent some time swimming. A lot of time swimming. I had the only spear gun so we had five lovely looking fish for dinner that night. The rest of us had sandwiches. I did all the work, except the cooking, and I get bloody sandwiches. That night Leila let me cuddle her a bit. She didn't seem interested much. Kept looking over at Todd. I thought I'd give it one more try. I cupped both her breasts from behind and teased her nipples. She squirmed for a while, but then one thing led to another. We ended up making love. During the night she sat up and woke me. She thought she was being sneaky and crept over to Todd. I watched for a while and eventually saw Leila lie down on her back with her legs up and wide apart. Todd mounted her, and if I hadn't been in there first I would have decked him. I knew I'd lost anyway. Next morning I went over to them and woke them up. "Have a good night?" 'Yeah" said Todd with a grin. I noticed Leila didn't smile, nor did she look at me. I asked her if she'd had a good night she kept silent. "Well" I said, Two in one night is pretty hot, I reckon." Todd stood up and drew his fist back but he didn't look at his feet. A little push and he was flat on his back with both ankles tangled in his clothes. The start of a bad week! There were three couples on the beach. I wasn't in any of them. They all tried to make me do their fishing that afternoon as they had all tried with no luck. I had a go and found no fish, but a young shark showed up and his inquisitiveness was what had him on the coals that night. The group banished me from the beach that night, so I made sure I had a lighter, and then grabbed the spear gun and headed off towards the other side of the island. Todd called out. "Hey. Leave the spear gun. We need it." "You don't know how to use it" I called over my shoulder. I didn't hear from them the next day, and I'd been eating well. I even downed a bird and was cooking it up the next morning when I decided to pay the others a visit. I was chewing on the drumsticks as I wandered into their area. Leila came over and said she was hungry. I gave her some breast meat which she quickly devoured. I was put out as she didn't say thanks. She just wandered back to the others. I decided to do some fishing for them as they may need to be kept alive. I found that a school of fish were close to the shore and was able to give them about a dozen fish. I supposed a shark was keeping the fish inshore. Sure enough there was a large shadow further out. I wondered if I should tell Todd to go fish. I soon headed off to my solo activities again, exploring the island. I kept to the high ground whenever I could, checking the horizon for boats. And I didn't do a very good job. Two days later I thought the group needed more fish. I wandered over to their side of the island and found that a boat had come into the lagoon, if you could call it that. The pilot was obviously better than Todd as it was floating nicely out about fifty yards. As I wandered closer to the group I distinguished two extra men standing in the group. As I got closer I saw that one of them was pointing a rifle at me. "I'm a bit tough. I don't think you would like me." "Smartass" was their first word to me. "Hello to you to" I replied. "Can you guys give us a lift back to the big smoke?" "Just sit there with the others, and give me that spear gun." I sat with the group wondering where this was going. The two men had eyes for the girls and I suspected trouble. I was a bit right and a lot wrong. After some negotiations, these armed thugs had themselves a girl or two for a while. And then they might consider radioing for help. I stuck around for the next day and a half. Realizing that these thugs might cause some major strife, I did a bit of eavesdropping. Sure enough, they had robbed something. Fifty grand was on their boat. I noticed Todd's ears perk up at the mention of money. But would they dispose of witnesses who had seen their faces? That night, about three am, I decided to sneak out to their boat. They hadn't said anything about their boat or any other members of their gang. The boat was rocking from side to side in the swell getting into the lagoon. I thought up a plan. Maybe it would work. As the boat rocked to the right, I pulled it a bit further, and each time I got up quite a rocking motion. I heard a noise of a door opening and closing accompanying some curses. I kept up the rocking and eventually the whoever returned to the cabin. I breathed a sigh of relief and timed the rocking again. I climbed onto the paddle board and slipped aboard. Freezing and listening. No sounds. Good. I crept to the door and stood to one side. I rapped loudly on the door and was rewarded with a curse, a scramble noise and the whoever came rushing for the door. As he barreled through I helped his momentum towards the stern and threw him overboard. So far so good, I thought. The man was struggling in the water and I leaned over the stern and said, loud enough for him to hear, there are sharks in there. Better head for the beach. He saw I was holding something in my hand so he did as I told him. Fast swimmer, that guy. I quickly checked the cockpit. Key in place. Good. Turn on, check fuel. Good. I was going to have to wait for some light to tackle the gap in the rocks. Damn reef. Should have lights. I sat in the stern with my eyes searching for any movement on the beach. It was getting a bit light and I was able to make out some individuals on the shore. Then the rifle cracked. I didn't duck then but headed for the cockpit. I knew they wouldn't shoot their nice boat. Or would they. Desperate men do desperate things. I started the boat's motor and glanced at the reef. I could just make out the gap as the swell dropped. Another crack from the rifle. I heard the bullet spang off a fitting and this time I ducked. I opened the throttle and headed for the reef. Don't be a Todd I chided myself. As my back was exposed to the shooter, the pucker factor was running high. I was a fair way out when I got the judgment right. No more shots yet. As the swell came up high over the gap I rammed the throttle to the stops and the powerful engines made the boat leap through and away. I turned and gave the beach the finger. Don't know if they could see. Three hours later I tied up at the wharf. I did a quick search of the boat and found the stash. It looked pretty big so I just lifted a wad of hundreds off the top, hoping it wasn't dyed. As I walked towards the hire shop the owner came out to meet me. "You were with that group. Where's my boat?" "I looked sadly at him and said "It's not a boat anymore. It's a beach decoration." "What the hell happened?" "Todd" I said. "That prick! I know him! Bob was supposed to be driving." "There are some armed men on the island to. This is their boat. I borrowed it." "Are you taking it back?" I looked at him for a moment, then looked out to sea. Turning back I said "Nahhh!" I handed the poor guy the key to the boat and left him with the problem and headed towards my car. Climbed aboard. Headed home. Passed the hotel. Did a U turn. Parked out the front. Got out and walked into the bar. The barmen saw me come in alone. Drew me a beer and handed it to me. I took a long pull, ending with "Ahhh." "You still with Leila?" Looked at him and said "Nahhh!" Took another pull and added "Good beer." A Good Day at School I hated school. I hated sitting in a classroom, being bored out of my mind by an instructor that was trying to teach me something that I didn't want to learn. Right up until I met Adele. Then, for some reason, sitting in a night-school classroom taking boring college classes didn't bother me so much. You see, this semester, I met this sexy woman named Adele. She had this cute, innocent smile, and yet you knew that she had a mischievous streak that was just waiting to get out. She was a desk clerk at a hotel near the airport, so she would come to class after she got off from work, wearing a uniform skirt and blouse that fit her just right in all the right places. Every time I saw her I wanted to blurt out how sexy I though she looked, but I couldn't find the right time or place to do so. I usually showed up in a t-shirt and jeans because I didn't have time to run home after work to get cleaned up before class. I felt like a slob sitting next to her. I would sit there wanting so badly to ask her out, but could only work up the courage to talk to her about the class. I would get so distracted during class that I couldn't concentrate. Between being able to smell her perfume, and hearing her nylons rub together every time she crossed her legs, I would be lost in sexual daydreams before the lesson was even started. We would make small talk during the breaks in class, but that was about it. About a month into the class, we knew each other's name, and what we each did for a living, but that seemed to be all the information that she wanted to divulge. Then I missed class for a week because I had gotten a new job and had to go away for training. When I got back, my schedule was very flexible, and I had a little more time to get to class. My first day back, I got there a little early to talk with the instructor about what I had missed. I was dressed a little nicer than before, and was already sitting in my usual seat when Adele arrived. She sat down next to me, and asked me where I had been. I explained about the new job, and the training, and she congratulated me. We only had a chance to talk briefly before the instructor started the lesson though. At the first break, I walked down the hall to the small store that was in the building. I had opened the cooler, retrieved a soda, and turned to walk up to the register to pay for it, and bumped into Adele. "Oops! Sorry about that." "No, no. My fault." Adele said. She paused for a second and then said, "Mmmm. Your cologne smells so good. What are you wearing?" "I'm wearing Bulgari. What are you wearing?" She answered with a sultry rasp and a sexy smile, "As little as possible." And she walked up to the counter to pay for the bottle of water and pack of gum that she had in her hand. Once I managed to restart my brain, I walked up behind her and paid for her things as well as my soda. She smiled at me and walked back to the classroom. I sat down, and looked over at her. She smiled, and said that we would talk more after class. I couldn't wait. After class, we walked out together. I was walking her to her car when I noticed that she had parked right next to my truck. We made small talk as usual while we walked, but when we stepped between my truck and her car, she turned to me and leaned in close. She inhaled slowly. "You really do smell fantastic." She said looking into my eyes. "I can't figure something out though. What does a girl have to do to get noticed?" "What do you mean?" "I've been trying to get your attention for like a month now, and only now I'm getting results. I was sure from the first time that we met that you were a leg man, so I've been crossing and uncrossing my legs, wearing skirts a little shorter than usual, even wearing extra perfume." I could have kicked myself right there. "So here is my number." She said, writing it on my hand. "Call me when you want to find out what I'm wearing." And with that she kissed me on the cheek and got into her car. I finally stammered, "Now! I want to know now!" She laughed. Then she made a show of pulling up her skirt just high enough so that I could tell that she wasn't wearing any panties. Then she blew me a kiss and drove off. I stood there for a second before climbing into my truck. I took a few minutes, but the gears in my head finally started turning again. Three days later at our next class, I made sure that I was dressed nice, and had put on the proper amount of cologne. When Adele walked in, she looked amazing. Her skirt was a little shorter, her perky tits were jutting out nicely, and her smile could melt the polar ice caps. She sat down and handed me a folded piece of paper. It was a note. It simply said to look at her legs. I was more than happy to oblige. Turning to look, I saw her slowly pull up the hem of her skirt to reveal that she was wearing thigh highs. I wanted her right then and there. She leaned over toward me a little, "When we take out first break, grab your things because you and I are leaving." I looked her in the eye and said, "Sounds like a plan." At the first break we both grabbed our things, and walked out to my truck. I opened the passenger door for her, and as she stepped up onto the running board she showed be some more of her thigh. I closed the door, and got in the drivers' side. When I closed the door, I turned and looked at her. She was gorgeous. She giggled and said, "Are you going to just sit there and look at me, or are we going to leave?" "Where to?" "My hotel. I have a little surprise waiting there." She said. As we drove out of the lot, she took off her shoes, and turned sideways in her seat, laying her sexy feet in my lap. I turned and looked at her as she rubbed them against my hardening cock. She smiled devilishly and pulled up her skirt to reveal a neatly trimmed pussy. As I drove, I couldn't help but caress her beautiful legs. I was in heaven. I couldn't get us to the hotel fast enough. When we go to the hotel, she told me to park around back, so we could come in the back entrance. We walked in, and took the back elevator up to the top floor. As we rode the elevator up, we kissed. Our lips met in a passionate dance that involved our hands rubbing and groping each other. When the elevator door opened, Adele led me to a room, and opened the door. She had gotten a suite for us for the night. She led me into the room, and told me to make myself comfortable. I sat down on the couch as she walked into the bathroom. I looked around the room and realized that she had already been there and had put a few things into the room. I smiled as I wondered exactly what she had planned for the night. Adele walked out of the bathroom still wearing her skirt, thigh highs, and high heels. Her blouse was unbuttoned and she had removed her bra. I could see the creamy skin between her breasts, but the blouse still covered the rest of them. I took in the sight in front of me and smiled at her as she slowly walked over to me. She put her right foot on the couch between my legs and told me to take her shoe off. I did that and she stroked my cock with her stocking clad foot before switching feet so that I could remove the other shoe. My cock was rock hard, and every time she stroked it, I could feel my self ooze a little more pre-cum. She pulled me to my feet and we kissed some more. She stepped away from me and walked over to the bed. She lit the candles that she had placed on the night stands. She got on the bed and lay on her back, her blouse falling open to reveal her creamy smooth breasts. She beckoned to me to get between her legs, so I crawled on the bed and in between her legs. I began kissing and nibbling on her feet and ankles before slowly working my way up her legs. When I reached the tops of her stockings, I made sure to pay careful attention to the sensitive flesh that was waiting there. I kissed all around her beautiful wet lips, teasing her agonizingly before finally diving into her now steaming pussy. I lapped and sucked at her clit and lips leading her to an intense orgasm. She was shaking and moaning, grabbing me by the hair and holding me at her pussy until her orgasm finally subsided. She relaxed her legs from being wrapped around my head. I lay next to her and gently ran my fingers up and down her legs, reveling in the silkiness of her stockings. I looked up at her to see her gazing at me with a sated smile. We laid there for a while, and then she sat up. She moved so that she was on her knees next to me and began removing my shirt. She slid it over my head, and tossed in to the floor, and then tossed her blouse on the floor with it. Then she helped me remove my pants. Once she had my pants off, she leaned down and kissed me as she rubbed my cock through my boxers. "I love how you were licking my pussy. That was intense." She smiled before kissing her way down my chest and stomach. She pulled my boxers down and took my cock into her mouth. I thought I would cum right then and there. She sensed this and backed off, taking my boxers completely off. She sat back and began rubbing my cock with her feet again. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I reached down to caress her legs. "No. Put your hands at your side. No touching for you right now." She said. I did what I was told, and lay back to enjoy what she was doing. She sat up and smiled at me. "How bad do you want to cum?" She asked. "Very badly. I would do anything." With that she stood up, and removed her skirt, leaving her in nothing but her stockings. She climbed back onto the bed and straddled my stomach. She reached down and slid a finger into her pussy, and then cleaned her juices off of it. Then she slid back and rose up, positioning her pussy directly over my cock. "Beg for it." "Mmmmmm. Please." I moaned. She sat down slowly, sliding my cock into her. She moaned and then sat still for a moment before starting to grind her pussy on my cock. Then she started bouncing on it. I could feel her pussy squeezing me. I moaned, "You are going to make me cum!" before I rolled her off me. I laid her on her back, and grabbed her ankles, holding them on either side of my head before thrusting into her. I began rubbing her legs as I fucked her. I could feel the heat building between us as I began using long deep strokes, trying to keep from cumming. She began moaning and pinching her own nipples as she came again. This put me over the edge. I pulled my cock out, and sprayed my cum all over her stomach and breasts. I fell onto the bed next to her, and rolled onto my back. She turned to me and laid a stocking clad leg on mine and smiled. "Feel better?" "I feel wonderful." I whispered. "I have more things planned." She giggled. I smiled with my eyes closed, and sighed. I couldn't wait.