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Fantasies of You

By: MinXxX



I've been working way too long on the computer today... looking at all those tits and asses always makes me want to fuck. Problem is, you're not here right now, so I can't. Bummer.

Guess I'll have to break out Big Blue and Mr. Pink, hmm? I dig through my drawer and find them where I hid them, under all my panties and bras. I find Mr. Pink first, then Big Blue... Mr. Pink is a yummy pink dildo that's nice and thick and maybe 7 or 7 1/2 inches long. Big Blue is fucking HUGE, clear blue, double-ended and 18 inches in length. I'm feeling frisky today ;)

I lay back on the bed, stripping off my t-shirt first, then laying down and sliding my shorts off. I don't have a bra on, and my nipples harden in the cool air of my bedroom. Underneath my shorts I have on a green and black net thong panty, and I decide not to take this off right away... sometimes it's more fun to tease myself, you know?

Laying against my pillows, I close my eyes and imagine you're here with me. With my eyes closed, my fingers become yours; they pinch my nipples, pulling at them until they're stretched out, then twirling them between the tips of the fingers. Two hands firmly grasp my breasts, squeezing them and massaging them, first softly then with more pressure. I begin to breathe a little heavily, and a soft moan escapes my lips.

One hand continues fondling my breast, squeezing it and mauling it almost painfully... which gets me even hotter. Then, almost surprisingly, the other hand is pushing aside the flimsy cloth of my wet panties and gently tracing my slit. My thighs spread of their own accord, opening me up to the fingers now crawling into my panties.

One finger slides into me as my nipple is pinched and roughly yanked. I gasp, this feels so fucking good - then I feel something bigger, cooler, and harder pushing at my pussyhole. Again my nipple is pinched as my pussy begins to slowly be invaded... filled, stretched... I arch my hips up against one thick invader as another meets my lips. I open my mouth for it even as my pussy is being completely filled; it's shoved so deeply into me I have to moan...

Then, suddenly, I feel somebody yanking the blue dildo from my pussy. I open my eyes in surprise, and drop the pink one from my lips. I look down between my legs and see you...

You bury your face between my legs, lapping the juices I've already leaked... lapping the length of my empty hole, then delving your tongue inside me for more. You pause for a moment, and I'm disappointed for a moment - until I realize why. 

You rip my panties off me and grab my ass in both of your hands, squeezing my cheeks and lifting my hips off the bed. I claw at the comforter as you start to nibble on my clit; it's so sensitive your teeth are shocking. Still I let my thighs drop open even further, opening and baring my entire shaven pussy for your face. You again dip your tongue into me, then rub your face all over the wet hole between my legs. When you look up at me again, your whole face is covered with pussyjuice and the sight makes me squirt a little...

Lowering me back to the bed, you grab a tit with one hand, and squeeze it hard. Then, you take your other hand and slide two fingers into my pussy... deeper... deeper... deeper. I can't believe how slow you're going, it's making me crazy, but you still won't go any faster. I'm panting hard now, almost hyperventilating and still you thrust inward slowly.

You lean over, fingers pushed inside me, and start to kiss me. You kiss my neck, giving me goosebumps. You kiss my ear, making me whimper. You kiss my mouth, making me hungry. 'Please,' I whisper into your mouth.

You ignore me, kissing me more, your tongue dancing with mine and your scent and taste filling me. I spread my legs further and try to arch up into your hand but you won't allow this. Instead, you pull them out... and slide them into my mouth, making me suck my juices off them. I moan around your fingers, suckling at them, I love to taste myself. Your fingers are still in my mouth when I feel you sliding down my body again... then they slide out of my mouth and down my chin, down my throat, down my chest, down my belly... leaving a glistening trail of my spit and pussyjuice leading down my body.

I feel your breath against my wetness... nothing filling me now, just your warm breath being blown against my wet hole. My hands find your head, and I try to pull you into me, but you resist, still blowing on me. I shiver, my nipples tighten up anew, and I start to beg you for release. 

Finally you relent in your torment, licking at my clit so gently I think it'll drive me mad. Then you start to suck on me, wiggling your tongue against the sensitive nub. I start to whine and plead, please, pretty please, just a little...?

As your tongue again enters my pussy I feel something start to give, and I start to gush all over... my ass tightens and I fuck your face, hard, I'm cumming so hard I can't help myself. You start to fuck me with your tongue, it's HARD, in and out, in and out, a flick here and a lick there... I squirt and shake and cry as I fuck your face, trying to pull you as far into me as I possibly can.

Just before my orgasm relents, you quickly slide the two wet fingers into my ass, and I start convulsing again with a new orgasm, clenching my thighs around your head and driving your fingers deeper into my asshole with every spasm. You pinch my spazzy clit, and I scream, grinding my dripping cunt into your face. You drive your fingers deeper with one final little thrust, and I collapse, spent, against the bed while you finish sucking the cum out of me.

'Mmm, what's for dinner?' you ask.

Fantasies Of You Ch. 01



Chapter One The Oral Road Show

"You know something. I really, really enjoyed that story you called Silk Pajamas. That's a fantasy we could easily act out sometime, I mean if you wanted to – tonight even."

I look at you for several seconds before replying, trying to gauge whether you are really serious. My little fantasy tale had described a couple – us, actually – in a bedroom romp that involved oral, vaginal and anal sex. And now, if I am hearing correctly, you are actually suggesting this is something we could do, perhaps tonight. Really! Really?

"Geez, sweetie, I'd LOVE to act it out with you, but are you sure you want to do that. I didn't write the story with that intention you know."

"Oh of course you didn't, you little fibber," you reply, laughing. "But I don't mind. I want to know what you'd like to do to me or have me do to you. It's sort of like a self-fulfilling prophesy. Or maybe like a dare, you suggest it so I have to try it. So, do you have any other fantasies in mind?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. I was thinking about it a few days ago. I've written down a Top Ten of sexual fantasies with you, each of which I've thought through as a story so often I can see them in my mind like a movie. Nothing over the top or really kinky."

"Hey, that's no fun."

"No, no, I mean no threesomes or watersports or animals or such. These are 10 fantasies we could do and I'd guess are probably willing to. Do you want to hear them?"

"Oh, baby, yes, yes," you respond. I can't help but notice your eyes have that sparkle and your cheeks have that slight flush that I've come to know is the beginning of arousal. My guess is your pussy is starting to get wet, too.

"Well, my number one fantasy is getting a blow job in the car, in traffic."

"I can't believe we haven't done that already."

"We have, sort of, but never to completion. In my fantasy we go all the way."

"Sweetie, that's not much of a challenge. I love to take you all the way, you know that."

"Hey, whose fantasies are these. Do you want to hear it or not?"

I see that big, sexy smile again. "Of course, please continue . . . "

-----

When a woman gets into your car after a long and delicious dinner out, reaches under her skirt and pulls off her panties you can pretty much guess something very good is about to happen.

I, though, look at you with surprise as you casually toss your red silk tongs onto the dash of my four-by-four.

"Come on," you say with mock impatience, "let's go, let's go."

I'm still registering dumb shock. "Let's, ahhh, go where?" I hear myself asking.

"Home, sweetie, home," you reply, turning in your seat to face me and lifting your skirt to reveal a gorgeous expanse of kissable white thigh and a flash of light reddish pubic hair. "Let's go home – but take the back way, okay."

As I ease the vehicle out of the restaurant parking lot and into traffic you lean towards me and very casually begin caressing my cock through my trousers. It had already begun to stiffen when you pulled your panties off; now it jerks ram-rod straight, bulging my pants awkwardly. I'm squirm in my seat trying to find a more comfortable position.

"Are your pants a little too tight?" you wonder, grinning as you ask. "Why don't we just loosen them up a bit."

Despite the fact we're driving down the main street of the city you are now sprawled across the front bucket seats. I feel you fumbling to unbuckle my belt, undo the button of my trousers, pull down my zipper. Then I feel your hand reach in through the fly of my boxer shorts and encircle my cock. My hard, now very horny cock. Almost as a reflex action I hit the brakes, but fortunately we've come to a red light anyway.

You sit up and look around. "Why don't you pull your pants down," you suggest, "and then turn right at the next street."

Somewhere in the back of my brain little alarm bells are sounding as we wait for the light. I ignore them and do as instructed, shoving my pants and boxers down to my knees and pushing the driver's seat back as far as it will go. When the light turns green and we begin to move again you kneel on the passenger seat with your bum in the air and your head in my lap. 

An instant later your warm mouth embraces my cock and I groan audibly as your lips slide down the shaft. The upstroke is even more intense, probably because your hand has followed your lips up the length of my cock, now slick with your saliva.

I shudder and the vehicle slows as I momentarily lose my concentration. I force my attention back to my driving, flick on the signal light and turn right down a less busy side street.

Below the steering wheel I can see your head bobbing up and down over my cock. What I'm feeling, though, is so incredibly wonderful I can hardly describe it. Your tongue wraps around my shaft as you rhythmically take me deep into your throat and your teeth lightly rake it as you pull out again, your hand trailing up and down in unison. 

Very quickly I'm on the edge. I'm oblivious now to whatever traffic is on the street. Again the vehicle slows as my focus shifts from following the road to blowing my wad into your sweet mouth. You sense my rapidly growing arousal and back off. The stroking stops, replaced by the swirl of your tongue around the head of my cock. I catch my breath.

"Oh gawd, I was very close baby," I warn, a redundant statement if there ever was one. Just the same my eyes are on the road again. We pause for a stop sign, then as we move across the intersection I reach over and run my hand along your upraised backside to the hem of your dress and underneath it. My hand grazes a smooth bare thigh, finds the curve of your ass and then fingers the soaking wet crack of your vagina. I hear you groan around a mouthful of hard cock as I push my longest digit inside you.

At the next traffic light another car is waiting in the outside lane to turn right. I pull up beside it and I know the couple inside it can see your bare bottom and probably my hand moving over it. Since they can't see your head they probably guess where it is. I see them exchange glances and when the driver turns my way for a second look we briefly make eye contact. There's envy written all over his face.

We turn left when the light changes. Did I signal? No, I don't think so but fortunately there's no other traffic. There is, however, renewed pressure down below. Once more your head is bobbing. Once more your hand is rubbing. And once more I feel my balls start to swell and my blood pressure mount.

I grip the steering wheel hard to maintain focus, although at the same time I raise my hips to thrust even more deeply down your throat. I'm losing control. I don't care. I strain to reach the end. I'm on the brink. Ready, ready . . .

A sudden loud honk of a truck horn momentarily startles me. I swerve back into my lane. A big truck passes going the other way. The driver doesn't look happy. The honk startles you, too, and once more you ease up my cock. But twice to the edge of orgasm has left my balls near bursting. I push your head down, forcing my cock back into your mouth.

"Oh fuck, don't stop baby, don't stop. I wanna cum in your mouth."

You don't stop, but you do slow down. And after a little bit so do I. I make another right turn and just ahead of me are the flashing red lights of a police car. 

"Oh Christ," I cry out. "The fucking cops." That gets you off my lap in a hurry but there's no time to do anything else as we close quickly on the cruiser. By then we can see the officer is totally engaged in dealing with the driver of a vehicle he's pulled over. He doesn't even notice you kneeling on the seat as we drive carefully past. 

Another right turn takes us onto a deserted residential street. Your street in fact.

"Pull up over there," you say pointing to a spot along the curb about halfway down the block. When we come to a stop and I shift into park you put your hands on my shoulders and pull me towards you. Your lips find mine and we exchange a deep, wet, fully aroused, tongue-wrapping French kiss. Your hands move to my face as you tell me in a clear, quiet voice:

"You going to cum in mouth now, sweetie, and nothing is going to stop you."

With that your head is in my lap again and your ass is in the air. My fingers find your pussy as your lips and tongue and hand renew their work on my cock, now a throbbing, pulsing rock-hard stick of dynamite.

In the mirror the reflections of the nearby red lights of the police cruiser flash. I pay them no mind as I thrust upwards to meet the strokes of your mouth and hand on my cock.

I groan. Shudder. Strain. My balls grow. Grow. Grow. My cock pulsates. Harder. Harder. And then, boom. Everything seems to unwind at once. At the base of my shaft there's a contraction. Another one. And then I'm shooting gobs of sticky, gooey, hot jism into your mouth. Gobs. And gobs. And, ohhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck, g-o-o-o-o-bs down your throat. 

I collapse backwards on my seat twitching and shaking through the final throes of my climax, only vaguely aware that your lips and hand are milking every drop of cum from my cock until, fully spent, it begins to soften.

We rest without speaking for several minutes, your head still in my lap, your tongue softly licking the head of my shrinking member. My finger, though, is still in your pussy. I start working it again. The cop drives past but doesn't stop and therefore doesn't notice that you've begun thrusting backwards with each new dig of my finger. I push a second finger in deep. That causes you to look up.

"Does your back seat fold down?" you ask.

"Yes, of course. Just takes a second or two."

"Oh good. Turn around. There's a school yard just around the corner. Pull in there and park. I need to feel your tongue on my pussy."



Fantasies Of You Ch. 02



Chapter Two Three-Peat

"So?"

"So, what?"

"So, did I get off or not? In your story."

"Hell, I don't know. These are my fantasies so I only concentrate on my satisfaction. Get your own fantasies."

"I DO have my own fantasies and you know one of them is making love in the back of your four-by-four," you say, with some animation.

"Why don't you write them down?"

"Maybe I will, Anyway, I loved your story. I love that image of you thrusting your hard cock into my mouth and cuming with a big squirt. And I love the taste of your cum."

"Geez, you're giving me a hard on just thinking about that."

"So, do you want to slip out to the parking lot and do something about it?"

"Oh gawd, I'd love to. But don't you want to hear about my second fantasy, which as it turns out is also about blow jobs?"

"I'm thinking you've got a one track mind. Hmmmmm, I like that. Okay, what's your second fantasy."

"Well, in this one you give me nothing but oral sex, one after another after another, more or less."

You reach over and touch my hand. "That's very ambitious, sweetie. Do tell."

-----

Someone once said, a guy obviously, there's no such thing as a bad blow job. Which is probably true. But there are certainly such things as great blow jobs, and I've had a great many from you. Whenever you take my cock in your mouth – which, happily, is often – you seem to do so with the expectation, perhaps even the hope, that this very unselfish sexual act will most certainly end with my ejaculating in your mouth.

Which is why I'm not surprised – although very definitely delighted – when you announce across the restaurant table that, strictly as a scientific test of course, you want to see how many times in one evening you could get me to cum in your mouth. 

This offer didn't come completely out of the blue. We have been talking over dinner about some porn star in the U.S. who had recently set a somewhat dubious Guinness record for having sex with more than 1,000 guys over a 15-hour period. The previous record, apparently, had been six hundred or something. To count a guy had to cum. Most did so in her vagina; a handful in her hand and about 100 in her mouth.

From there the conversation drifted, as our conversations often do, to ways in which we could satisfy each other.

"Sweetie, I'm ready to try anything for science, most especially if it involves your lips and tongue being wrapped around my cock. How long will this experiment go on?"

"Oh, I don't know. What do you say, maybe five minutes." You laugh at the disappointment on my face. "No, no. Let's say from the time we get home until 6 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"I'd say, let's go home right now."

On the drive back to your place you outline the rules. It would be almost 10 p.m. by the time we got there. Starting at 10 you'd do the first one and thereafter would continue as often as I could get it up and get it off, until the alarm went at 6. Eight hours of fabulous, continuous oral sex.

"It sounds, ah, rather clinical, don't you think?"

"Yes, I suppose, but I thought you said that didn't matter – that there was no such thing as a bad blow job." Your laugh signals you are teasing. "Sweetie, I think we'll find a way to make this as pleasant as possible." More laughter. "Besides, I'm curious myself."

"What about you, though? You're not getting much out of this."

"You mean besides a whole bunch of your tasty cum. Well, perhaps while you're testing you could find some way to make my happy."

Yes, I rather suppose I could, I think to myself as I turn into your driveway. The clock on the dash reads 9:53. You hustle me into your house and into the bedroom with an order to make myself comfortable, which I interpret as meaning get naked. At 10 o'clock precisely you return and quickly remove your own clothing.

The sheer audacity of what we're about to do has already hardened my cock. But the sight of you undressing, of your large, perky breasts, your round bottom, your strong, smooth thighs and little tuft of reddish pubic hair between them always sends it soaring. And it does again now. A droplet of precum forms on the tip of my cock.

You sprawl on the bed beside me, head close to my erection. You spot the precum droplet and swish it away with your tongue.

"You might want to time this first one," you say, giggling. "I don't think it's going to take very long."

It won't. Or, rather, doesn't. I feel my balls growing even before your lips wrap around my shaft. And when they do it is sheer delight. Your tongue swirls around the tip, licks the length of the shaft all the way down and all the way up. Then you take me deep into your throat. Once, twice, three times. I hear myself groan a warning and then I'm pumping my seed into your mouth.

All over in less than three minutes.

"Why don't we go and watch TV while you rest up," you suggest, climbing out of bed and grabbing your robe.

"Can't I lick you first?"

"Later, sweetie. You need to rest first."

We settle on the couch to watch a pay-to-view movie, a restricted little number that promises nudity, coarse language and sexual content. I lean against the arm rest with my feet stretched out. You lean against me with your legs draped over mine. This arrangement offers ample opportunity to fondle your breasts and even to finger your pussy. It also allows you to test how responsive my cock is because you are more or less sitting on it. And when, at some length and after considerable French kissing and breast fondling you feel it starting to grow, you turn around and kneel between my legs so you can test its hardness more directly.

In fact, a few long slurps with that marvelous mouth of yours has the little fellow up and ready again well before midnight.

"I think we should make this one last," you say looking up at me from between my legs. "Really slow and easy." As you speak you punctuate the words with your hand, stroking the saliva-slicked extended length of my erection from top to bottom and back again. Even I can't masturbate myself as skillfully and sensuously as you are now doing.

"Oh yes, sweetie," I say, although it's more like a croak. You smile and take me deep into your mouth again.

We've lost all interest in the movie now. Instead my total focus has shifted to the six inches of blood engorged skin and tissue between my legs that seems to also have your complete attention. I begin to thrust in time to the up-and-down movement of your mouth and hands, a clear signal I'm gearing up for another orgasm.

At that point you lift your head although you continue to stroke me with your hand. "I think we should go into the bedroom to finish this off in comfort."

"Oh jeez, I was getting to so close, too. You had just the perfect rhythm."

I pull you up for a deep French kiss. Your robe has fallen open, as has mine, and your pussy rubs across my cock.

"Would it be cheating if I put you inside me for just a minute," you say, doing so even before I can answer. Your pussy is steamy hot and soaking wet. I grab the cheeks of your ass to pull you tight as you rock against me, very horny and moaning quietly. I feel my balls begin to churn as my own arousal starts to peak once more.

"You're going to make me cum if you don't stop," I warn.

"No, no, don't cum yet. I want that in my mouth."

"Oh fuck, baby, stop then. I'm gonna cum."

You quickly slip off and dive to my crotch. Your mouth engulfs me as your hand jacks a wad of cum down your throat.

"That's two," you say after a few minutes. "Care to try for three?"

"Not for a little while. I want to lick you now."

After we move back in the bedroom you lie across the bed with your legs over the side as I kneel on the floor between them. I'm at the perfect height to give your pussy a good licking and for the next half hour that's what I do, pushing you to two noisy orgasms as my tongue flicks over your clit and my fingers probe your pussy and anus.

Then I climb onto the bed and into a sixty-nine position with each of us on our side.

"Do you think you can cum again?" you ask, noting my placid penis.

"No, but I want to feel you mouth on me anyway." As my head goes back between your legs your mouth is once more on my cock – and once more it is growing.

But it wouldn't cum again, despite our best efforts which including a long and raunchy sixty-nine session that got you off again and an even longer session of straight sex in at least half-a-dozen different positions. Somewhere around 3 a.m. we decide to go to sleep.

I awaken at 5:25 needing to pee.. Still groggy I stumble to the bathroom and then slip back into bed against your warm, naked body. You turn to face me and as I wrap you in my arms you roll on top.

"We've got half an hour," you say, sliding down my body. "I think we should try one more time."

Ah the rejuvenative powers of sleep. My cock grows quickly as you suck it and when you begin to stroke it as well I know there's at least a chance. Just before the alarm goes at 6 I discharge a final, weak shot of semen into your mouth.

"Three-peat," I cry as I cum, raising my arms. 

Baby, they say there's no such thing as a bad blow job but let me say, my love, that yours are the absolute greatest.



Fantasies Of You Ch. 03



Chapter Three But I Really Have To Go!

"Wow, that was quite a workout. Do you really think you could do it?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure willing to try."

"With me, of course."

"Sweetie, no one gets me off the way you do. I wouldn't think of trying it with anyone else, even for science."

"So are all your fantasies about oral sex?"

"Oh no, although I think you've spoiled me. I love how you suck me so it stands to reason that figures in lots of my fantasies. However, this next fantasy is straight sex. A quickie. It's something we've done scores of times but I still get a rush thinking about us doing it really fast and furiously in certain situations."

"Such as?"

"Like here for instance. Slip into the ladies bathroom, lift your skirt and ram it in."

"You know I'd like that. We could do it, you know."

"It's a bit too public here, although the fantasy I have in mind was sort of like that, too."

"I thought you didn't like quickies anyway."

"Well, I don't – or at least I said I didn't," I reply. "But I notice whenever I masturbate the scenario I think about is usually some version of a quickie."

"And am I in your fantasies when you masturbate?"

"Of course, sweetie, you're in all of them. Or maybe that should be I'm in you in all of them. And I'm in you in this one, too."

"Well I think I rather like that. So let's hear your story."

-----

We've been apart for more than a month, but finally we're getting together in a hotel in the city. It's been a sexually frustrating 30 days, filled only by several sessions of jacking off with a soapy hand in the shower as I conjure up a mental picture of you, naked and beautiful, and two very intense episodes of telephone sex, with you naked and horny on your bed and me, also naked and also horny on my bed far away, talking each other into a masturbating frenzy. Gawd, I love doing that with you.

Anyway that's behind us and we have two days of blissful togetherness. And if I have my way, the first 24 hours are going to be spent in bed.

It's early afternoon and I'm sitting in the lobby bar when you finally arrive with a huge grin, our bulging bag of toys and a small suitcase.

"Hi, hon," you say as we embrace. "Have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just got here a few minutes ago myself."

"Should we go and check in. I'm kind of anxious to get naked with you," you say – and I don't think I imagined that little grind your pelvis makes against mine.

"Bad news about that, sweetie. Our room won't be ready until 4 o'clock."

"Oh shoot. What are we going to do for two hours?"

"Well, I've got a newspaper and we could order a drink."

We move to a back corner of the bar and order a pair of martinis from a disinterested waiter who seems to take forever to shuffle back with our drinks. By then we've caught up on whatever bits of trivia we need to share and have moved on to other subjects.

Such as sex.

"What a shame about the room delay. I was looking forward to giving your cock a good licking."

"You mean just to tease it, don't you?" 

"No, no, not this time," you insist. "I figure your balls are just about ready to burst so I thought maybe you needed to get that out of the way first thing."

I look at you suspiciously. Usually when we've been apart for awhile you suck me or fuck me to the brink of an orgasm then stop. I want you to be really ready after dinner, you'll say. Sometimes you do it two or three times until I'm nigh onto exploding.

"Well, my cock is certainly ready for you. I think I had an erection all the way here."

"Good. Do you have one now?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. Would you like to check?"

"Of course," you reply, laughing. I should know better than to dare you like that because now you stand up, shove your chair around the table until it's beside mine and then, after a quick glance around the bar to see if anyone is watching, you slide your hand down the front of my trousers.

"Oooooo, you ARE hard. What a waste."

"And how about you? Are you wet?"

"Oh yes. I think I woke up this morning wet. I checked myself before I left the office at noon, soaking."

"Gawd, I wish I could slide between your thighs right now and taste you. I love licking your pussy when it is soaking wet, running my tongue up and down between your pussy lips, feeling your hard little clit squirm as I lick it."

"Gawd, I wish you would touch me right now. What time did you say our room would be ready?"

"Sometime after 4," I said, looking at my watch. "At least another hour-and-a half."

Your cheeks, I notice, have that telltale light flush and your eyes that excited sparkle.

"Do you suppose anyone would notice if we ducked under the table? That might be rather exciting, don't you think?" 

I'm not sure whether to take this proposal seriously or not. It's total preposterous, true, but you are rubbing my cock through my trousers again which is making it difficult to think straight as strong tingles of pleasure radiate from my balls across my body.

"Sweetie, I don't think you should do that here. It's going to make a helluva mess if I cum in my pants."

"That wouldn't be a very good idea," you smirk. "Think about something else."

"You mean like how I wish you were spread naked on the bed, your legs wrapped around my body as I thrust into your wet pussy?"

"That's a nice image but how is it helping you calm down."

"It isn't," I respond, pushing your hand off my lap as the waiter reappears to ask if we want a second round of martinis.

When he returns a few minutes later I ask for the cheque and you ask for directions to the ladies washroom. I watch you cross the bar and head into the lobby and think to myself how much in love – and right now, how much in lust – I am with this woman.

I pay the bill while you're away, sip my drink and as discreetly as possible re-arrange the angle of my cock in my pants so I can get up to use the washroom when you return. It seems to take you forever but you're grinning like a Cheshire cat when you finally re-enter the bar. More than a few pairs of male eyes follow you as you cross to our table and stand in front of me.

"That took awhile," I observe. "Was the washroom busy?"

"There was no one in the one I used, up on the mezzanine floor." With that you casually toss your panties onto the table in front of me. "Follow me," you say, picking up the toy bag and your suitcase.

I take another quick gulp of my drink and follow you out of the bar, stopping at the door to pick up my own bag. We walk into the lobby and up a flight of stairs to the mezzanine level and a doorway with a small sign that reads "Women".

"Wait here 'til I check," you command. You push open the door, look around and give me the all clear. It's a small bathroom, but very clean and brightly lit with two sinks and three cubicles. I drop my suitcase beside yours and we move quickly to the stall farthest from the door. It's a tiny little space, hardly room for the two of us, but we're too turned on to care.

"Oh gawd I want you inside me," you moan as we kiss, our bodies writhing together.

I unbuckle my belt, drop my pants and push down my boxer shorts. You turn around and bend over the toilet. I raise your skirt and there's your beautiful bare ass and your pussy, just waiting to be taken.

I move in tight behind you and in one swift move drive my cock into your hot, slippery pussy as far as it will go. 

"Ohhhhh," you squeal, and then: "Oh yes, fuck me hard, sweetie, fuck me hard."

I hardly need any encouragement. I am fucking you hard, and fast, and deep – driven by the needy intensity of rapidly approaching orgasm.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," I pant.

"Give it to me sweetie," you cry. "Give it all to me." And with that I shoot spurt after spurt of creamy cum into your pussy until there's no more to give and I collapse on top of you as you bend over the toilet, gasping for breath.

In the cubical beside us we hear the toilet flush and we're suddenly aware there's someone else in this bathroom. We stifle our giggles as the stranger moves to the sink and then out the door. Then we quickly dress and leave.

Outside the bathroom the mezzanine floor is empty except for a middle-aged woman standing near some pay phones about 25 feet from the bathroom door. She's obviously watching us and we figure she was our mystery guest. We both smile at her as we walk past and back down the stairs to the bar.



Fantasies Of You Ch. 04



Chapter Four Peek Aboo, I See You

"Oh, I love that story. I love it when you get really excited and just ram your cock into me really hard and just sort of take me."

"Well I think you were sort of asking to be taken in that story."

"Like I'm asking to be taken now. Let's go to the washroom and you can fuck me hard and fast."

"I love it when you talk dirty. But no, we are not going to the washroom here. Anyway, I have another story to tell you."

"Oooooooo," you say, pouting. "What's this story about. Let me guess – I bet it's one where I give you a blow job."

"No, not exactly. There is some oral sex involved, but the point of this fantasy is about being watched as we make love."

"Hey, I like that idea. Are we outside?"

"No, in a hotel room. But I have a question: If you were in a private space but you knew that unless you took precautions, like closing a blind or something, someone was very likely to see you, would you have sex?"

"You mean without closing the blind?"

"Yes."

"Well, not usually, no. But would I be tempted occasionally to pretend I'd forgotten to close the blinds? Hmmmm, possibly."

"Just possibly?"

"Okay, you know I probably would."

"That's what I thought. That's why I have this fantasy."

"You mean, maybe this is really MY fantasy?"

"I'm thinking that's likely, yes."

"I think you'd better hurry up and tell me, sweetie."

-----

In the city hotel where we usually stay are several rooms on virtually every floor where the bed is shoved sideways up against the window. I don't mind that, actually, since I like fresh air when I sleep.

These rooms look across an empty space – actually there's a courtyard at ground level – at facing rooms about 100 feet away. At one end of the space between these two wings of rooms – sort of like the base of the letter "U" – is the elevator shaft with facing banks of four elevators each. There are windows by the elevators that look out onto the same empty space you can see from the rooms, which themselves are just around the corner from the elevators. 

If the curtains on the windows of these rooms are open at night, anyone stepping off the elevator can look out a window near the elevator and see right into these rooms and in particular could easily watch anything that was happening on the bed.

Now you are certainly not a prude, but nor are you an exhibitionist, except perhaps around me when you often can't wait to get naked. However, around most people, even with your full figure that millions of men would find an instant turn on, you tend to dress rather conservatively.

But something seems to happen whenever we stay in this hotel, which isn't often. When we do though, we ask for one of these rooms and as a rule no sooner is the door closed than you are tearing your clothes off and sprawling, gorgeously in the altogether, on the bed in full view of whomever might be getting off the elevator.

The first time we discovered this design quirk it was the morning we were checking out. And although you had me lick you as you lay spread eagle on the bed it's really not possible to see into the room in the daylight. The second time we were there it was pouring rain. Someone might have seen into the room as we sucked and fucked on the bed but the window was too steamy to let them see much.

Tonight, though, is different. The night is clear and warm. We've actually opened the window fully so the view of whatever happens will be virtually unimpeded. We turn down the lights to make ourselves a little less conspicuous but still reveal just about everything you'd see on a high quality porn movie.

"Do you think anyone will notice us?" you ask. I catch the excitement in your voice and make a guess that you hope so. We returned from dinner an hour ago and have just stepped out of a languid bath, during which I shaved your pussy bare and smooth – all the better to eat you, my dear, I'd promised.

"Well sweetie, if they're there I'm pretty damn sure they're going to notice."

We pile onto the bed, still clad in our hotel supplied robes, and begin necking and petting, slowly getting ourselves worked up for a long and loving night of erotic sex. I open your robe and kiss down your chest to your breasts, licking and sucking and biting the nipples until they are bullet hard. You do the same to me, only you keep going until your lips around wrapped around my cock.

Much as I love your cock sucking expertise – and I truly do and you truly have it – this is a night more for you than me. I pull you up and roll you over.

"Let's take off our robes," I say. "If someone is watching we want them to see everything."

Now we're both naked, you on your back propped up by two pillows and me between your legs kissing and licking my way up from your toes to your thighs and upward to your pussy – which is already glistening with the wet juices of your excitement.

Because you are halfways sitting up you can both keep an eye peeled for voyeurs near the elevator and also watch what I'm doing between your legs – which, judging by the steady rocking movement in your pelvic region is doing pretty well. From time to time over the next 10 minutes or so my efforts are even rewarded with a groan of pleasure and bit by bit I feel you pressing harder against my lips and tongue which are now more or less glued to your clit.

"Oh gawd, I think there's someone watching us."

The suddenness of your comment startles me. I raise my head to look but the elevator window appears empty.

"I'm not sure," you say, "but I think someone was there. He just ducked away when you looked up."

Well, fine I think. This show isn't for me, it's for you – and them, if they're there. I resume my licking, which now appears to have your undivided attention. Your hand is on the back of my head pulling me harder against your clit and your rocking motion is more pronounced. 

"Oh gawd, yes, right there, sweetie. Oh you're going to make me cum like that. Oh gawd, oh gawd, I'm going to cum."

And so you do, wonderfully and rather noisily, just the way I like to see you enjoy it..

Now here's a fact. As you orgasm against my tongue you'll try to squirm away from me. But if I stay with your writhing pussy and keep licking and I can usually coax a second and more powerful orgasm in about five minutes. And sometimes even a third.

So tonight I stay with you through the first orgasm, which from all vocal accounts seems a pretty good one. I feel you begin to calm down and your rocking pelvic motions slow down to a steady rythym. Bit by bit, though, as I continue to lick you, you build towards a second climax. And then . . .

"There is someone watching. I can see him clearly. . . .He's watching us. . . ."

Without altering the steady thrum of my tongue on your engorged little clit I look up at you. Your eyes are glued on the elevator shaft window. 

"Oh sweetie, gawd he's looking right at us. . . ."

Whoever is watching you being tongued to another orgasm must know you know you're being watched.

"Oh gawd he's going to see me cum. . . . "

And lucky for him. He's about to witness a beautiful woman at the absolute pinnacle of sexual pleasure.

"Oh gawd, oh gawd, I'm going to cum. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GAWWWWWWWWD OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

I've licked you to orgasm dozens and dozens and dozens of times but never have I experienced the intensity of the orgasm you appear to have tonight. You scream and cry and shudder and shake and writhe all over the bed as I struggle to keep my tongue locked on your little clit.

And then with a final "Ohhhhhh gawwwwwd" you slump backwards, exhausted, satisfied, spent, happy.

I crawl up beside you.

"He saw us, you know. He saw me cum. Gawd, it was fantastic."

"Do you suppose he's still watching."

"I don't know, but I want you in me. I want you to fuck me."

And oh boy do I want to fuck you. But our audience, if we still have one, hardly wants to see that happen. What they want is to see you fucking me. I roll you on top of me and my cock pushes easily into your wet pussy. You feel so warm and slippery.

From the elevator window this must be an incredibly beautiful sight – your red head back, your big bouncy breasts bobbing with each stroke, your round ass undulating over and around my cock as I grab the cheeks. 

We fuck gently at first, savoring the moment we've just experienced for perhaps five minutes or more. But then I'm just too horny to last and I pick up the pace until I eject my gobs of cum deep inside you. Slowly you collapse on top of me.

I can see the elevator window from where I'm lying on the bed. No one is there. To bad. They missed a great show. But just then, in one of the rooms across the empty space from us, a light flicks on. A man is standing there. He waves at us and then the light goes off.

Turns out you've had a bigger audience than you knew. In the morning I start calling you Hollywood. 



Fantasies Of You Ch. 05



Chapter Five All Together In The All Together

"That story makes me tingly all over, you know."

"As in nervous tingly or horny tingly?"

"Both, I suppose. It does make me very turned on, although I'm not sure I can be quite as wanton as your fantasy suggests."

"I bet you could. I've seen your exhibitionist side a few times so I'm pretty sure you would play this part exactly the way I've scripted it."

"Hmmmm, I don't know but I'm always willing to try, sweetie," you say, smiling broadly. "There's always the washroom."

"Yes, but not yet. What I wonder is whether you would do it if you knew, absolutely, someone was watching, say like on a stage or a movie set or something."

"Oh gawd, no. Not a chance. I don't see sex as a performance. I see it as an act of love between you and me. If someone accidentally – or even a little bit on purpose – sees us, well I don't have a problem with that and, truth to tell, maybe I rather enjoy it. But to just blatantly make love in public for someone else's enjoyment, no I'm not interested."

"Not even a little bit?"

"No, I don't think so. A little erotic exhibitionism is one thing – and, okay, I admit that does turn me on. But deliberately seeking it out. No, that's not me."

"Okay, we'll put you down as undecided on that question. How about sex outdoors?"

"Well, you know I love that, sweetie. Where did you have in mind."

"Well I've told you about this fantasy before and we've actually done it more or less but it still ranks up there with my best."

"Let me guess," you say, taking my hand. "The banks of the Salmon River."

-----

There is something both very innocent and very sensuous about making love outdoors in broad daylight. Maybe because, on the one hand, it's sort of like little kids discovering each other's bodies on the playground – "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" – and maybe, on the other hand, because it's so liberating to be naked in the sunshine.

Today we've decided to play hokey from work since it is your birthday. It's a warm, clear, bright late morning in mid-July as we pack a light picnic lunch and a bottle of chilled Chardonnay in the cooler, stuff a tartan blanket in a bag and head for the great outdoors.

We are not going far, at least in terms of distance. But a discovery I made while shooting a little movie along the river a few years ago revealed some picturesque locations that feel hundreds of miles from civilization.

Of course there's always the chance we could get caught since if I discovered this place so could others. But my experience has been the spot we're heading to now is secluded and very private despite being almost in the centre of a city. And that's what we want – seclusion and privacy and outdoors and semi-public, if that's not all a ridiculous contradiction. It's really not.

We park the four-by-four on a residential side street and walk about 10 minutes along a pathway near the river. Where the path climbs a hill, however, we take the low road, a narrow weedy trail that leads to a broad grassy field and then down a bank to a small patch of grass surrounded mostly by trees. In front of us is a backwater of the river. And although I filmed in this located for several days the only person I ever saw was a fly fisherman. He's not with us today.

Because it's a warm day we're dressed in summer gear – Bermuda shorts, T-shirts and sandals. You're not wearing a bra (you racy little devil) and I rather doubt you've got underpants on either. Well, neither have I.

We spread the blanket on the grass and I open the wine as you check out our surroundings, just to make sure we haven't wandered into a police trap. But there's no one around but the birds and the bees; in fact we can hardly even hear the sounds of the city around us.

"I would like to take your clothes off," I say as we kiss standing beside the water. "I want to see you absolutely naked and then I want to kiss every inch of your lovely skin."

"Well, I want you naked, too."

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

I pull your T-shirt over your head and bend to suckle on one of your magnificent breasts. As they say, you've got great tits, baby – even if you don't like to use that word – but for some reason they look even more spectacular when they are exposed outdoors.

You pull my T-shirt over my head and then we crush together, your bare breasts against my bare chest in a French-kissing writhing dance of rising passion.

I fiddle with your shorts, finally unhinge the button and release the zipper and push them over your hips. They slip to your feet and you step out, kicking them onto the blanket. I kneel in front of you tracing my lips across your belly and hips and thighs and then take a long swipe with my tongue along the slash of your pussy. Your hand runs through my hair.

When I stand up you undo my shorts and push them down and now I'm as naked as you are. Once more we embrace with erotic longing and then you kiss your way down my body until your warm mouth finds my cock hard and straight.

But we're not quite totally undressed yet. I pull you to your feet and remove your gold chain necklace and watch. You remove mine. Now we are as much in our birthday suits as we can possibly be – which is only appropriate given the occasion we are celebrating.

Hand-in-hand we walk around our little grassy space, feeling totally free and uninhibited, the way nature intended. As I look at you I marvel at how beautiful your body is and I feel my cock grow even more. 

"What are you looking at?" you ask.

"At you, sweetie. Gawd you're gorgeous without clothes on. You make me so fucking horny," I respond. "I wonder if our ancestors wandering around like this. It just makes me want to bend you over and ravage you from behind."

In two quick steps you close the distance between us, wrapping me in your arms.

"Do me that way, the way you want."

You turn and bend over with your hands on the ground. I waste not a moment on further niceties. I move behind you and shove my hard cock deep into your pussy, which fortunately is soaking wet and totally receptive to my sudden advance. Suddenly I feel, well, primal.

"Oh gawd yes," you urge, "take me hard, sweetie, give it to me."

I grab your tits for support. I bang away with urgency into your hot little cunt. You rock against me, pushing me deeper and deeper into you pussy with each thrust. I feel the pleasure well up in my loins. I'm going to cum soon. Oh gawd, I'm . . . going . . . to . . . cum . . . NOW.

But just as I start to pump my sticky semen I pull out of you and splash my load across your ass and up your back, jacking myself off until my cock is limp. I collapse behind you, breathing hard against your bum.

The move quite stuns you. You remain bent over for several seconds as I hug your hips before standing up. Gobs of cum run down your back and into the crack of your ass.

"Why did you do that?"

"I don't know. Seemed like the thing to do," I say, holding you tight and kissing your belly. "Sort of primitive – early birthcontrol."

"Well, I quite liked it. What do you do for an encore, oh cave man."

I stand up and rub the cum across your ass and down the crack to your pussy as you grind against my softened cock.

"I think this cave man would say: Me eatum now."

And with that I push you down onto the blanket and, as promised, lick every inch of your soft, smooth skin before spreading your legs to enjoy a wonderful feast of fresh pussy in the great outdoors. 



Fantasies Of You Ch. 06



Chapter Six Take It Off, Baby, Take It All Off

"Whew, is it me or is it getting awfully warm in here?"

"Oh, I think it must be you, sweetie," I answer, hardly able to cover my grin nor the bead of sweat that has formed on my brow.

"I think we should go somewhere and cool off – you know, somewhere where we can take our clothes off."

"Outside, maybe?"

"Gee, that would be fun. Wouldn't you like to just stick it in me right now and ride me until you cum?"

"Stick what in you?"

"Oh you silly. Your cock, sweetie," you say in a hoarse whisper. You lean towards me, eyes blazing with desire, and enunciate each word slowly. "Your Hard Stiff Cock in My Wet Slippery Cunt – right now in the parking lot."

"That sounds like a fabulous idea but I'm not finished telling you're my fantasies yet. Perhaps I still have some better ideas about how we should finish the evening."

"Do tell then. We've been indoors and outdoors and just about everywhere else. What else do you want to do?"

"Oh, I want to explore that exhibitionist side of you some more. I believe what you said earlier about not wanting to perform for anyone else, but would you perform for me?"

"Is that what you want me to do?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. This has been one of my oldest fantasies."

"You'd better explain what you want me to do then."

-----

When I was much younger I used to enjoy going to strip shows. Done properly, I think it is highly erotic to watch an attractive woman seductively take off all her clothing with the apparent purpose – even if it is only make believe – of making herself ready for you.

I've seen some very good strippers, including one who was older than the average with a body that had begun to sag. But she knew all the moves and when she was finished I'm sure there wasn't a guy in the place who wasn't turned on. She had style, which for her meant slow and easy.

Anyway I eventually got bored with strip clubs because most of the women today aren't very good dancers and are usually too stoned to care anyway. Besides one pussy is pretty much the same as the next one when they belong to people you don't care anything for.

But I think a strip show from a lover would be a tremendous aphrodisiac, although I've never had the experience.

Tonight is going to be different. It's my birthday and I've asked for only one thing – you.

As I drive to your place I'm keen to discover how you'll interpret my request. You greet me at the door dressed for dinner – your short black party dress that shows your legs and breasts to advantage and black spiky heels. Underneath, I'm guessing, you're wearing a strapless bra and black silk thongs, nylons and garter belt. I hope this time you've put your panties over the garter belt – for some reason you don't usually like to do this – so that I can slip your panties off somewhere along the line without taking off your nylons. I find that quite a turn on.

"You look stunning, babe," I tell you as we kiss and grope on the landing inside your front door. "Where are we going for dinner."

You lead me into the living room before answering. "We're not going out, sweetie. I want you to sit right there on the couch and make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."

You disappear iinto the kitchen and I take in the room, which is sort of different. No lights are on. Just candles, everywhere. The pine chest, which is usually right in front of the couch, is in the centre of the room. There's another small table beside the couch with a big ashtray in the middle. Odd, too, there's no music playing.

You return bearing a large crystal glass of ice and single malt Scotch and a cigar.

"I wasn't sure at first how you meant 'me' for your birthday," you say as you stand in front of me. "But eventually I decided you meant it very literally and so (and you pause and do a slow pirouette) here is your present. However, I want you to enjoy this drink and this cigar while I unwrap your present for you and then you can do with me whatever you wish."

You hand me the drink and cigar and a lighter you had in your hand as well. You watch closely as I light the cigar and taste my drink.

"Is everything to you satisfaction?"

"Oh yes, please continue."

You move to the CD player and flick it on. A jazzy piece by Diane Kroll begins to play. Then you step up onto the pine box and stand there facing me, listening to the music. Then you begin gently sway to the beat. Before the piece is half finished I'm watching a very solo, seductive dance on the pine box in front of me that is every bit as good – no, better – than anything I've ever seen before. I can already feel my cock tingling and starting to grow.

You are so good, in fact, I totally mesmerized and when the first song ends you have to remind me I'm allowed drink and smoke.

The music begins again, a number slower and sexier than the one previous. You find the beat and begin to sway again. As you do you reach back and, bit by bit, ease the zipper of your dress to the bottom. As the song reaches its final seconds you shift the dress off your shoulders. It slips to your waist and you push it down over your hips. It pools at your feet as the song ends.

This time I remember my strip club manners and applaud vigorously. You smile and kick the dress toward me. You're wearing exactly what I'd guessed you were, oh lucky me. It's all in black – strapless bra, thong panties, garters and nylons. And, ohhhhhhh a sight that causes my cock to twitch – the panties are on the outside.

You dance your way through the entire next piece as I admire your body. Blue smoke from my cigar has risen to the ceiling of the living room adding a sexy haze to the gathering heat. The music starts again. You unclasp the front of your bra, cupping your breasts in your hands. Then you throw me the bra and strut your big, beautiful breasts for all to see. The nipples are hard but you tweak them to make sure and fondle your breasts just the way your love me to do.

My applause is even louder.

As the music starts again you roll your hips as you rub your breasts and then you begin to slowly ease your skimpy black thongs down over your hips – little bit by little bit – as you continue to swing and way. You turn around and I can see clearly the crack of your ass as the black band of silk pushes lower until it slips under the roundness of your cheeks. You turn back to me and I can see the slash of your pussy. You've even shaved for me.

You push the panties down your thighs and they fall to your feet. You kick them at me. I can feel their dampness as I catch them and when I smell them the musky scent of your arousal is everywhere.

"Give me your cigar," you order when the song ends. I pass it over and you take a drag as the music starts again. You bend your legs and you pelvis undulates back and forth. You brush the end of the cigar that had been in my mouth along the slit of your pussy and as you spread its lips with one hand you push the cigar into your vagina.

This is more than I can stand. I undo my pants and push them down so I can stroke my throbbing cock as I watch the climax of the best strip show I have ever witnessed. I stand and cheer and my pants fall to the floor.

When the final song ends you step off the pine box and curtsey in front of me "Is there anything else I can do for you?" you ask.

"Do you do lap dances?"

"Oh mister, they are my specialty."

You put the cigar in the ash trap and climb onto my lap. With a deft adjustment of your hand my hard cock slips into your wet pussy.

"I don't think we need music for this, do we." You say as you wrap your arms around my neck and draw me to your breasts. Your ass begins to grind in my lap sliding my cock up and down in your pussy.

"No we don't need music," I agree as I catch your rhythm. 



Fantasies Of You Ch. 07



Chapter Seven What A Surprise?

"Well, hon, I don't know about that. I really like the image but I think I'd feel a little self-conscious about doing a strip tease show, even for you."

"But what's the difference between that and taking you clothes off for me anyway. You've done that lots of times," I say, my face showing my puzzlement.

"Yes, but it's not the same. This would be a show. You'd be staring at every little bit of me and that would make me nervous."

"You're damn right I'd be staring at each little bit of you – and enjoying every little second of it, too. You've got a gorgeous body – great breasts, nice legs, a nice round bum. I even like that little round belly."

I can see you blush even in the dim light of the restaurant. "Would it be better if we turned all the lights out?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I have another fantasy."

"Oh, of course you do. Let's hear this one."

-----

Your house is in complete darkness when I pull up about 9 p.m., which is a bit of a puzzle considering I'd talked to you on the cell phone not 30 minutes ago to give you an accurate time of arrival. However, your car is in the driveway, I can see. Perhaps the power's off.

I ring the front doorbell anyway, out of habit. And when there's no answer I use my key to open the door, assuming now that you've stepped out on a last-minute errand.

It's pitch black on the landing. "Anyone home," I holler. I almost jump out of my skin when the answer comes from right beside me.

"Don't move. Close your eyes, don't talk, put your hands at your side."

I recognize your voice and turn towards it in the darkness. "Don't move," you say again. "Close your eyes."

I do as I'm ordered. I feel you behind me, feel your arms go around my neck. Then I feel you slip a blindfold over my eyes. You take my by the hand and lead me up the stairs to the living room.

"Wait here," you instruct. I hear you move away. The CD comes to life and then you're beside me again. In front of me, actually, because your arms go around me and you pull my lips to yours. I feel your tongue push its way into my mouth and I swing my arms around you to pull you closer.

"What are you doing?" you say, breaking away. "Keep your hands at your side. Do not speak and do not move until I tell you to."

I can't tell much behind the blindfold. In fact I'm feeling quite disoriented in the total darkness. But I do know one thing for having touched you. You're naked. I could feel your warm, smooth body when we kissed – and now I feel my cock spring to life at the thought of you standing in front of me with nothing on.

You spot this movement instantly. 

"I thought I told you not to move," you say, stroking my hardening cock through my pants. I groan and you warn me again to keep quiet.

I feel you unbutton my coat, pull it off and then walk away. A door opens – the closet, I presume. You're back in a couple of seconds and now you unbutton my shirt, pull it out of my pants and off my back. Your arms are around my neck again, your lips on mine, your tongue pushing into my mouth. I feel your soft, full breasts pressing against my chest and your pelvis rubbing gently against the stiffness of my erection.

Oh gawd, I'm thinking, I want to fuck this woman. You sense that, too.

"Do you like that, sweetie?" you whisper between kisses. My response is a moan.

You take my hand again and lead me . . . where? Ah, yes, it must be into the bedroom.

"You're beside the bed," you tell me, obviously sensing my confusion. "Just turn around and sit down." That takes some effort. I'm not sure where anything is so I'm forced to trust you entirely. When I'm finally sitting on the edge of the bed you instruct me to lie down on my back.

I feel you fiddling with my shoe, untying it, taking it off. Off comes the sock. Then the other shoe and sock. Obviously you're plan is to get me as naked as you are. I'm already hoping for the chance to drive my throbbing cock into your pussy, which I can imagine is soaking wet.

You're stroking me again, causing me to squirm as I fantasize. Then your hands are undoing my belt, unbuttoning my pants and pulling down the zipper. You drag them over my hips and off and I hear them hit the floor beside the bed. You stroke me again through my silk boxer shorts, your movements so gentle and soft. I feel a surge of heat flood my loins as my arousal grows rapidly. Your hand slips through the fly to capture my hard cock and pull it free. The gentle stroking continues and I strain to match your pace.

"Oh no, not yet sweetie," you say. Your hands move to the waistband of my boxers and pull then down and off. Now I'm naked, too, except for the blindfold. I'm actually trembling with excitement. Your hand is on my cock again, not stroking it. Squeezing it. I can feel a droplet of pre-cum on the end of my cock and then the incredible sensation of your tongue flicking it away. Oh gawd, I'm so on the edge.

You slip off the bed and move away again. I feel you grab my right foot and . . . you're looping something around it. Something soft. Oh, I know, it's a silk tie. You're going to tie me up. As you set about doing that I'm feeling, suddenly, quite vulnerable – and chilly. Goose bumps form on my skin. You either see them or sense them because you kiss me and whisper in my ear: "It's okay, sweetie, just relax and enjoy it."

Just relax – huh, hardly. Every nerve in my body is on alert and I'm shaky with anticipation. And horny – oh gawd, am I horny. I can feel my cock pounding as the blood pumps through it. Where will you touch me next?

I wait in the darkness behind my blindfold. And wait. I listen intently for your moment. I jump as something warm and wet drops on my belly. More of it falls and I realize it's probably oil, a guess that's quickly confirmed as you begin to rub it down my legs to my feet. You crawl between my legs and pour more and more oil on my belly. Then you use your breasts to spread it all over my chest. 

"Would you like to cum between my breasts?" you whisper in my ear.

"Oh fuck, yes, sweetie, yes."

You're oily breasts slide back down my body until they surround my throbbing cock. I feel you squeeze them together until they form a soft, warm cushion around my pulsing prick. You move slowly, pulling up and down on my shaft. I strain to match your rhythm but the silk ties make it difficult.

I want to cum so badly. But that's in your hands, totally. Your hands. Your breasts. Your big, beautiful, oily breasts sliding up and down over my cock. So agonizingly slowly. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd, I'm gonna cum. My balls expand and explode. A spasm of cum spurts out of the end of my cock and splashes onto my chest. Another spasm. And another. You continue rubbing, milking me, until the spasms stop and all that's left is a trembling, groaning me, spent and exhausted and very, very satisfied as I lie on your bed, naked, bound and blindfolded. 



Fantasies Of You Ch. 08



Chapter Eight Htting For The Cycle

"I looooove that story. You know how much I enjoy having you in my control and satisfying you slowly."

"Yes, I know that. In fact, you'd probably do it even more slowly than my story."

You grin. "Yes, I probably wouldn't let you cum just yet, although I really like the idea of you shooting between my oily breasts."

"And so do I. Your breasts are so soft and warm."

"So you like that better than my mouth or my pussy?"

"Oh no, sweetie, but it's a very nice variation. No, your mouth and your pussy are my preferred locations. And your ass, too. In fact, my next fantasy combines them together. It's sort of a baseball analogy but this is a fantasy where I am very much in control, just using your body."

"What do you mean by that? You know I kinda like that idea – you using my body. Is this like the birthday present, I'm yours to be used however you wish?"

"Well, you know what they call it in baseball when you hit a single, a double, a triple and a homerun?"

"Hitting for the cycle, right."

"Right. So what would you call it if I came first in your mouth, then in your pussy and finally in your ass?"

"One heckuva good game. Play ball!"

-----

I haven't been in your house two minutes and already we're on the living room couch clutching in writhing passion. You're sitting on my lap, your legs straddling mine. Our lips are locked. Our tongues are dancing. My hands grip the cheeks of your buttocks through your jeans as your pelvis rubs across my hardening cock.

"Oh gawd, I'm horny for you sweetie," I moan between French kisses. "It's been too long."

I'm also undoing the buttons of your shirt as we kiss so I can reach in to fondle your breasts. And when I finally have a bare one in my hand I run my lips down your neck and over your chest to capture a taut little nipple between my teeth. I bite gently and you moan. 

All the buttons are open now. You slip the shirt off and my mouth moves to the other nipple while my hand fondles the opposite breast.

Your hands are busy, too. You unfasten my belt and unhook the clasp of my trousers. You kneel on the floor between my legs and pull my pants and jockey shorts to my knees, exposing my very erect cock. A drop of pre-cum is already oozing from the little crack at the top.

"You are horny, aren't you?" you say, slowly stroking the shaft. You bend over it, swirling the drop of pre-cum away with your tongue. Then you take me deep into your warm, wet mouth. I feel your tongue slide along the outside of the shaft as it slips down your throat, then feel your teeth lightly rake against the inside of the shaft as you pull away.

I shudder and groan with anticipation as I watch my cock, now glistening with your saliva, move in and out of your mouth.

You pause, looking up at me. "So where do you want to cum? In my mouth or in my pussy."

"Everywhere, sweetie. I want to cum everywhere."

"Everywhere?" For a moment you look puzzled. Then you smile. "Everywhere, eh. Starting here, I suppose."

With that you take me deep into your mouth again. I feel your tongue wrap around the head of my cock as your hand begins to stroke the slippery shaft. A few moments later, almost before I could warn you, I cum with an explosive burst in your mouth.

You continue to gently suck me until the spasms of my orgasm stop and my cock begins to soften. "You were horny, weren't you?"

"Sweetie, I'm still horny for you. I need a shower now and then I'm going to do it again."

"You mean you want me to give you another blow job?"

"No, I mean I want to fuck that wet little pussy of yours."

"Well, then, you'd better get in the shower."

You head to the bathroom to start the water while I go into the bedroom to strip. When I join you you're already naked and in the shower. I snuggle in behind you, my semi-flaccid cock riding in the crack of your ass as my hands play with your full breasts which you've already soaped up. You lean back against me, head turned so my lips can reach yours. As our tongues touch my hand finds your pussy, brushes across your clit and dips into your silky vagina.

For the next five minutes or so as the warm water spills over us we kiss and stroke and soap each other until every orifice is squeaky clean and lubricated and my cock is hard. When you feel it in the crack of your ass this time you bend over, hands braced against the end of the tub, water splashing off your back and I enter your pussy from behind. You are wet and hot, in prime fucking condition, but your skin is so slippery I can't keep my balance.

You shut off the water and we get out of the tub, grab two big bath towels and without even bothering to dry ourselves off head for the bedroom. Half wrapped in the towel you sprawl on your back on the bed, legs spread wide. I drop my towel and fall on top of you. In an easy stroke my cock finds the entrance to your womb and I drive it home and deep. You groan and wrap your legs around me.

"Fuck me, baby," you say, "Fuck me hard."

And so I do. I ram my cock into your pussy with long strokes, over and over and over. And when we tire of that position I pull you down the bed, lift your legs onto my shoulders and stuff my cock into your pussy again. I brace my feet against the end of the bed for maximum thrust and now I can really push and pound.

Bit by bit I ease myself toward a second orgasm. And when I pant that I'm just about ready you are already twitching and shaking yourself. 

"Give it to me," you cry in my ear. "Give me your cum, baby, give it to me."

And with a final hard thrust I do, spurting my seed deep in your pussy just as you begin to shudder with your own orgasm. I collapse, sweaty and breathless, on top of you.

"Oh gawd," I say at length, rolling off you but still puffing. "That was fantastic."

"Are you finished now?"

"No, I want to cum once more."

"Do you think you can?"

"Not just yet. But soon, if you help me get ready."

"Oh, I'd love to help. And where do you want to cum this time?"

"Right here," I say, giving your ass a little smack.

Quite obviously, though, that isn't going to happen for at least a little while. So while my cock recuperates I put my mouth to work on your body, working over your breasts, belly and thighs before finding that sweet spot between your legs. After two very noisy, shuddering orgasms you move on top of me into the sixty-nine position so you can give some oral attention to my cock as I continue to lick your pussy and upward to your anus. As I shove the tip of my tongue deep into your tight little back-end hole my cock jerks and hardens in your mouth. I'm feeling ready.

You must feel it, too, because you roll off me and reach for the tube of KY jelly. You squeeze a large gob onto your hand and coat the length of my cock. 

"How do you want to do it?"

"I want to take you from behind," I respond.

"Oh yes, sweetie, take me that way."

You kneel on the bed, head on the sheet and ass high in the air. As I move in behind you, you reach between your legs for my cock and guide it to your nether opening. It's very tight and I have to push to get the head past your sphincter muscles.

"Wait, wait," you caution. And then, once you're used to this violation, you ease back toward me so my cock slowly slides into your ass. When it's all the way in we pause again. You start the motion, just little back and forth movements at first. Then I catch your tempo and bit by bit the length of each stroke is extended until I am pistoning in and out of your ass.

Anal sex is never as good as vaginal sex or oral sex but I want to hit for the cycle so I'm driven by this desire to cum in your ass. I hear you encouraging me to "give it to you, harder, baby, harder. Cum in my ass."

What's a guy to do but do what he's told. I haven't much left but there's enough to make one good squirt and that one pulses deep into your bowels.

Yes, yes, yes, I should say as I dance around the bases. But I'm too exhausted for that. Instead I collapse on top of you with a very silly but satisfied grin on my face.



Fantasies Of You Ch. 09



CHAPTER NINE: PUTTING A BELL ON THE PUSSY

"You know, sweetie, I'd do that, anytime you want to try. That's a rather erotic image – you cuming in every orifice."

"Truthfully, though, I don't know that I could get up for it."

"Why, you've cum three times in a night before. We'd just need to space them. Want to go and try?"

"Don't you want to hear my last two fantasies first?"

"You mean after all that you still have more?"

"Two more. In this one I fantasize about controlling you."

"Oh, I like that, sweetie."

"But from a distance."

"How do you mean?"

"Well . . . "

-----

Earlier that Friday morning, when we talked on the phone, you'd told me something that has given me a great idea. Your boss is away on vacation and his boss is out-of-town and wouldn't be back until Monday, your work partner is sick and you have the entire business office to yourself. "Wish you were here," you'd said.

Now at about 4 o'clock I phone you again.

"Are you still alone?" I ask.

"Yes, and no one has even been around this afternoon. I'm getting a lot of work done but it's very quiet."

"Is you boss's office open?"

"Oh yes, why?"

"I want you to transfer this call in there."

"You mean now?"

"Yes, now. Transfer it in there."

I wait while you click off and a few seconds later answer again.

"Are you in the office?"

"Yes."

"Is the door closed?"

"Yes. And I locked it, too."

"Good girl. Now, what are you wearing today?"

"My green sweat shirt and blue jeans; it's casual Friday. Why? Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?"

"What do you think I'm going to do?"

"You want to have phone sex. Right here in my office. I don't believe that. You want to have phone sex, don't you?"

"Well, that depends."

"Depends on what?" you ask.

"It depends what you're wearing underneath your green sweat shirt and blue jeans."

"My burgundy bra and matching thongs."

"Oh I love you in that. Or more to the point I love watching you take that off."

"You're bad you know. So I suppose you want me to take my clothes off right here in this locked office."

"Yes I sure do, starting with your sweater. Take it off for me now."

I hear you put the phone down and the rustle of clothing. "Okay, it's off."

"Are your nipples poking out over your bra?"

"Yes, one is. It's hard already."

"Are you touching it?"

"Yes I am, making it harder."

"Good, I'm glad you're getting into the spirit.Now take your jeans off."

"Oh gawd, are you really sure you want me to do this?"

"Yes, take them off now."

Again I hear the phone hit the desk and a chair get pushed back as you push your jeans over your hips and down.

"Okay, they're off."

"And you just have your bra and panties on now, nothing else?"

"No, nothing else. I've even taken my shoes off."

"Good. Are you nipples still hard?"

"Hard as bullets. They've both popped out now."

"Then I think you should take your bra off."

"Wait a minute, what about you?"

"Sweetie, I'm way ahead of you."

"Are you naked?"

"Pretty much."

"Is your cock hard?"

"Rock hard."

"Are you paying with it?"

"Just stroking it very gently as I talk to you. I don't want to cum too quickly."

"Okay, I'm going to take my bra off . . . okay, it's off."

"And are you rubbing your breasts and pinching your nipples?"

"Oh yes," you say and I hear your laboured breathing.

"I wish I was there to play with your breasts and suck your nipples."

"Oh I wish you were, too, sweetie. I'm so horny for you right now."

And is your pussy wet?"

"I'll have to check."

"You'll need to take your panties off to do that. You'd better take them off."

"Right off, you mean. I'll be naked then."

"Yes, right off. I want to see you in my mind absolutely naked, stunningly naked."

I hear another rustle of clothing. "Everything's off, sweetie."

"And are you wet."

"Oh yes, very wet."

"And are you playing with yourself?"

"Just gently rubbing my clit."

"Are you sitting in the chair."

"Yes, I've got my feet up on the desk with my legs spread apart so I'm wide open."

"Oh gawd, I wish I was there to see that. I love how your pussy is so delicate and pink and how it glistens when you get excited."

"Oh yes," you say, breathing harder, "what would you do if you were here?"

"I'd be on my knees between your legs and I'd be licking your pussy. Can you feel me tongue on your pussy, licking your clit?"

"Oh yes, I can almost feel that. What are you doing?

"I'm sitting in a chair."

"Do you have your cock in your hand?"

"Oh yes, it's very hard."

"Are you stroking it?"

"Oh yes, I'm stroking it and wishing you were bent over the desk and I was ramming my cock into your wet pussy from behind."

"Oh gawd, don't cum yet. I'm getting so close. Oh gawd I wish you were fucking me like that, on the desk from behind."

"Sweetie, wait, wait. I want you to go over and unlock the door. And then I want you to bend over that desk and make yourself cum."

"What if somebody comes."

"No one will come. Just do it. Unlock the door."

I hear you get up from the chair. I hear the click of the lock. Then you're breathing heavily into the phone again.

"Okay, the door is unlocked. I'm bending over the desk with my bum in the air. I'm playing with myself. Oh gawd, I'm so close to cuming. Oh gawd."

And with that I open the door to the office. I put my cell phone on the desk and step in behind you. My cock is already out of my pants. It's hard and throbbing. I shove it into your pussy just as your orgasm begins. Your muscles tighten around my shaft as you climax and in two more strokes I begin to spurt my cum into your pussy.

"Oh man," you say as we catch our breath. "I didn't think you were going to make it in time."



Fantasies Of You Ch. 10



CHAPTER TEN: AND WHEN SHE COMETH

"Oh wow that was an unbelievable story – or maybe it wasn't. Would you really like to make me cum like that?"

"Sweetie, damn right."

"Are you sure you won't come to the washroom and make me cum in person?"

"No, there are too many people here. You go ahead."

You aren't gone long but I've settled the bill by the time you return. You sit down, your face flushed.

"Did you get yourself off?" I ask.

"No, but I thought about it. You wouldn't believe how wet I am; it's practically running down my leg. Here, feel." With that you pass your red silk thong panties across the table. The crotch is very damp.

"Let's get out of here," you urge. "I need to feel you."

The restaurant where we have been eating is right across the street from a nightclub, not exactly a top end bar but on this night I know they are playing acceptable jazz.

"Let's go over there," I say when I feel you tugging me in the direction of our parked vehicle. It's more an order than a suggestion.

Inside the place is almost empty. We select a booth in a darkened corner. I direct you to sit with your back to the bar and dance floor. I sit opposite.

"No, no, sit beside me," you say.

"No sweetie, I want to sit here where I can see you. I'm going to ask you to do something for me and I want to be able to watch you do it." I see the puzzlement in your face.

"I have a tenth fantasy, one that I think could happen tonight. One that involves you intimately. Do you want to hear it?"

"Yes, please," you say, very quietly but with controlled excitement.

"Every time we have phone sex and I think of you lying on your bed naked, getting yourself off as you talk to me, it just gets me so damn hard. Oh how I wish I was there to watch you get yourself off. I love the intensity on your face just before you cum. So I want you to make yourself cum for me now."

"Now? Here?" 

"Yes, right now and right here."

"Someone will see us."

"No they won't. No one can even see you right now and I'll keep watch. And anyway, wouldn't you like someone to see you."

"Oh baby, I'm not sure I can do this."

"Touch yourself and see."

"Hold my hand," you say, extending it across the table. The other hand disappears below and I assume you are pulling your short dress up to give yourself access to your bare pussy. 

"I'm very, very wet you know," you say shakily. "Feel this."

You bring your hand up from your lap and extend it to me . I kiss it, feeling your moist essence against my lips. Then I take your finger in my mouth and suck it. You squirm in your seat and pull your hand back. Again it disappears below the table. 

You slouch against the back cushion of the booth, eyes closed, a tight smile on your face. Your breathing is more laboured and the hand you're holding mine with squeezes tighter. In the heat of the bar, perspiration forms above your upper lip. The band begins to play in a far corner.

"The waiter's coming," I warn you. "Sweetie, the waiter's coming." It takes several moments before that registers.

You open your eyes and smile but remain slumped in your seat. "He's not the only one."

"Did you cum?" I ask after the waiter has taken our order for a pair of single malt Scotches, ice and a little water on the side.

"No, but I was so close."

Your hand, I notice, is still under the table. 

"You're still playing with yourself, aren't you?"

You nod, closing your eyes again.

"Are you very wet?"

Another nod.

"Better wait until our order gets here," I suggest as the waiter picks up our drinks from the bar and begins walking toward our booth. As he sets the Scotches down I wonder if he notices how flushed your face is, how dilated your pupils are. Would he be as turned on as me if he knew that below the table your hot little pussy was bare and that all the time he was serving us you were teasing your clit with your fingers?

"Okay, sweetie," I say as the waiter departs. "The coast is clear. Cum for me now, baby."

Your only response is an unintelligible mumble.

"Think of me between your legs," I say, my voice low. "Feel my tongue on your clit, licking back and forth, back and forth, licking your wet pussy. I'm putting a finger in your pussy now as I lick you. I'm licking and licking and licking and finger fucking you, too."

You have a death grip on my hand. You twist in the seat. Your brow is furled. You moan softly.

"Licking, licking, licking."

You give a little cry and your body begins to shake. I watch in wonder, and envy, at the beauty of your experience as the wave of your climax breaks and slowly wanes. 

You open your eyes, giggling.

"That was amazing," I tell you.

"Oh yes it was," you agree, giggling again. "I didn't think I could do that."

"So, that was my tenth fantasy. Now I only have nine left."

You take a long pull on your Scotch and then look up at me, that mischievous twinkle I so love sparking in your eyes. "So, are you damn hard now after watching that?"

"Oh gawd, yes, sweetie."

"Then let's go. I think we can cut your fantasy list to eight before we get home."

Truth to tell, it had happened before we even made it out of the parking lot – but that's a story for another time.