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Rancho Las Palmas Ch. 01

By: Daveindenver



I had only been working for the company a couple of months, when out of the blue, my boss told me I was expected to be at the National Sales Meeting in Palm Springs, California, the next week. I had been working on some special reporting projects for our management team, and I guess they had caught someone's attention -- someone whose opinion mattered -- and they wanted me to come and explain what I had been able to discover, and how I thought it might impact the company.

Five days later I was on a plane bound for the California paradise. After a quick shopping trip to pick up a new pair of Dockers and a navy blue sport coat, I was ready. I packed my laptop computer, my clothes, a swimming suit and tank top, and some workout clothes, just in case.

It took two plane trips to get there -- one to Phoenix, and one from there to Palm Springs. It was 105 degrees when I got off the plane at 4:30 p.m. on Wednesday, and it didn't start to cool down until the sun set a couple of hours later. I took a 30-minute cab ride to the resort, and in the air-conditioned taxi had almost stopped sweating by the time I arrived. 

The first event on the agenda was a poolside happy hour and buffet dinner. I knew a few people there from the office, and made sure I greeted each of them, to be certain they knew I had been invited to the meeting. With a watered-down drink in my hand, I surveyed the crowd of about 50 people, and made a choice that I had never made before. 

I am somewhat shy by nature, and in a crowd like this, I usually find someone I know and attach myself to them like a leech. This time, I decided, I was going to make myself known a little bit. So I went up to people and introduced myself, chit chatted a little bit, and moved on. It seemed like the group was made up of more females than males, and since ours was a business that leaned to the "fitness" customer, most of the women there were in good shape. 

Without really knowing it, I had begun making a mental list of those that I would like to fuck and those that I didn't want to. The first person I met was Juliette, a 30-something dirty blonde. She had been drinking for a while, and it showed. She was very pretty, had nice lips and eyes, nice, if smallish, tits, and great legs. Her short shorts showed off this asset nicely. We made some small talk and I found myself putting her at the top of my list. She was very friendly, and eventually took my arm and introduced me to some of the others in attendance. 

Amy D (there were two Amy's; this one was pretty smokin', and the other was not) I had met before, and she greeted me very warmly. Hugged me, in fact, and pressed her breasts into my arm. So nice to see you, she whispered in my ear in the midst of the hug. I wouldn't have been totally surprised if she had tongued my ear too, so well the open bar had been working for her.

When I met Anissa, I think I needed someone to prop my jaw closed. She was petite, with brunette hair pulled into a severe pony tail, slender, great legs, tight ass, and small breasts. She shook my hand with a firm grip, and held on to it much too long. She was not drunk at all, and even though both of us wore wedding rings, she appeared to be totally interested in me. Her eyes roamed up and down me, came back to meet mine, then continued roaming. She was very hot.

A little later I met Sherril, who coulda', shoulda' been in the movies. She looked like a cousin to Teri Weigel, and spoke in a soft southern drawl with just a hint of Texas. She was tall and brunette, with full lips, dark eyes, pale skin, a narrow waist and pleasingly plump tits. I couldn't take my eyes off her all evening. 

And of course, Kirsten from my office was there, the party planner type, very energetic for her 46 years, and with a cute face and nice body. She always dressed to show off her tits and legs, and it was no exception here. She wore white shorts and a red thong, which could be detected through her shorts, and part of which was visible above her shorts and below her flouncy, sleeveless, short top, leaving no question as to what kind of underwear she had on. I had fantasized about fucking her many times, although nothing had ever come of it. She was the one in the office who liked to show off her boobs, and many times I had to stare out of the window when talking to her, since I couldn't string two coherent thoughts together if I was staring at the bare expanse of her chest and blouse that scarcely covered her nipples.

I can't skip over Beth, blonde and athletic and articulate, slender and sexy and intelligent. She, too, was from Texas, or somewhere near there. And Alison, the plump, stocky, very cute brunette from Idaho, who loved to read sexy, explicitly sexy, novels. She had great eyes and a quick smile, and always seemed to have a naughty thought on her mind. Or Molly, the tall, slender, tanned brunette with the deep voice and small tits. She had an ass that was made for pushing, and I'd dreamed of her many times, since she worked in my office as well. Or Vanessa, whose coy good looks came from her Argentinian-born mother, and whose petite but slightly plump body made me salivate with desire. Her shoulders were rounded and perfectly framed her large tits. God, I wanted to press my face between them and worship at their altar. And Liz, who showed up in a very light paisley purple and white smock, which smock very conveniently flew up and showed us her ass, or cooze, depending on whether you were viewing from the back or the front, every time the slightest breeze blew. I think all the men were rooting for the breeze. Some of the women were too, I'd bet. And last of all, Terry, whose well-muscled legs would look so nice wrapped around my waist as we fucked -- in my dreams, of course -- or maybe wrapped around my head pulling my face into her pussy. Her light brown hair with highlights framed her pretty face and transitioned nicely to her medium-sized tits that were still quite perky, despite their years numbering into the late 30's. 

Surprisingly, no one ended up in the pool that first evening. While I was among the oldest in the crowd, just past 50, there were many in the 20's and30's who I was sure would be up to some funny stuff that might just turn into a wet t-shirt contest. But alas, no such luck. Everyone behaved, and it didn't even look like any rooms would be going to go unused that night. I suppose they all wanted to make a good impression on the CEO who would speak to us the first thing in the morning -- who was also making the rounds at the pool side.

As I made my way back to my ground-floor room in building 3, while yet some distance away, I noticed a person lounging on the balcony above my room, wearing a pure white terry cloth robe provided by the resort. I stood and watched for a couple of minutes, secluded by a large palm tree, enjoying her legs. Her feet were up on a small footrest, and just exposed the backs of her thighs. Very nice thighs they were, indeed. I couldn't tell if she was reading a book or just enjoying the evening as the heat was dissipating. 

At length I began walking slowly toward my room, trying not to stare. As I neared, she looked at me and our eyes met. She smiled broadly at me, and I smiled back. Not sure I could find words as I beheld this vision of loveliness, I waved. She waved back, and called out, "Good evening. How are you?"

"Great," I replied. "And you? Looks like you are enjoying the evening."

"It's wonderful," she replied. "I'm from Minnesota, and I think I'm actually beginning to finally feel warm. And the view is pretty great, too."

Emboldened a little by the alcohol I had consumed, I said, "I haven't seen the view from up there, but it's pretty great from down here!" It was just a little too dark to see if either of us blushed, but I think we both might have.

We laughed and chatted for a few minutes, and then she said, "This may be a little forward of me, but I'm here on an expense account, and the mini-bar still has a few bottles left in it. Would you like to come up for a drink?"

"Uh, sure," I stammered. "Give me just a minute." I couldn't believe she had just invited me up, especially considering she knew I had been looking up her robe for the past five minutes. Maybe that was why she had invited me

"Ok. See you in a minute."

I was sure she thought I was just blowing her off, but how could I blow off something or someone who looked as good a she did, and who just might be showing a little interest in me? So I washed my face, brushed my hair and teeth, and reapplied just a dash of cologne. I changed my underwear to a fresh pair, and put on some workout shorts and a tank top. I wanted her to have easy access if that was what she wanted. I knew if she was still in the robe when I got there that my instincts would have been right on.

Her door was open just slightly, so I knocked and pushed it in. "Come in," she called, and her voice oozed of sexiness. Suddenly, I had a paralyzing thought: What if she was a hooker? I wasn't interested in that, and I sure didn't have a couple of hundred dollars, maybe even four or five in a place like this, to blow on an hour with a pro.

She was still in the robe, and had moved inside and sat on the sofa with her beautifully manicured feet on the coffee table. Her bare legs were magnificent. Her hair was damp, from an earlier shower I guessed, and she wore no makeup. Still, she was beautiful, and the look on her face said: I want to fuck you right now! Her voice still hadn't said it, but I was sure it would soon, if I didn't blow it.

She had gotten out a couple of glasses, filled them with ice, and had a couple of mini-bottles on the table with them. "All I have is a little Johhny Walker's. Will that be ok?"

She could have had bottles of horse piss, and I think that would have been ok with me! I sat across from her and accepted the drink. It was beginning to be difficult to conceal my hard-on from her, as she murmured some kind of toast and held up her drink. We touched glasses and drank deeply. For some crazy reason, we both downed our drinks. Then she stood and smiled at me.

"Let's not beat around the bush," she said. "I know what I'm after, and I have a pretty good idea what you're after." Her hands sensuously untied the loose belt at the waist of her robe, and let it drop. As it did, the robe opened slightly, and I could see into her soul. Ok, maybe not her soul, but I could see her little landing strip of pubic hair, the soft, mostly flatness of her tummy, the cleft between her breasts, and a hint of both nipples. 

I stood, my erect cock struggling to break free of its constraining clothing, and she took note. She then took two steps and dropped to her knees in front of me. She slid her hand up the front of my legs and into my shorts. Her hands on my cock and balls seemed heavenly, and I thought I had died as she squeezed and caressed my ass. With a smooth motion she dropped my shorts to my ankles, freeing my repressed cock. Her sure hands stroked it, cupped my balls, and roamed my ass. She brought her lips to the head of my cock and kissed it lightly, brushing them across its sensitive head. 

A droplet of pre-cum had started to ooze from the slit, and her tongue flicked it off. "Mmmm," was all I heard. She knew what she was doing, and as her stroking and sucking brought me close to orgasm, she stopped and stood up. "Can't have you cumming too fast. I wouldn't like that."

Her mouth was on mine, and we kissed, a little tentative at first, then with more confidence, strength and passion. Our mouths opened, tongues entwined, then explored each others'. My hands roamed from her head to her ass, squeezing and kneading, caressing and holding, my hard cock pressed into her tummy.

As her lips came to my ear, she took my lobe in between her teeth momentarily, and then she whispered, "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me like you have never fucked anyone before. I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before." She pulled back a bit and looked into my eyes. 

My eyes widened and my face broke into a broad grin. I pulled her to me and began assaulting her mouth with my lips and tongue, and as the best defense is a good offense, she mirrored my assault. I gripped her arms firmly as we kissed and steered toward the bed. I pushed her down onto it and climbed between her legs. My hard cock thrust into her cunt up to my balls in one fluid motion; her pussy was so wet there was little resistance. Then she flexed her pussy, and it almost pushed my cock out, it was so tight. 

I began stroking for all I was worth, pounding her pussy with all the strength in my legs and abs. Her moans got louder and louder, and glancing towards the balcony where she had relaxed earlier, I noticed the sliding glass door remained ajar. I redoubled my efforts, and sweat broke out on my face and forehead and chest, and dripped onto her heaving chest. Her eyes were squeezed tight and her head was thrashing back and forth. I paused for moment to catch my breath, then lifted her legs up to rest on my shoulders and expose her g-spot to my thrusting cock. 

I pounded her with deep strokes, withdrawing till the tip of my cock barely parted her pussy lips, then plunged it back into her pussy, till only my balls remained exposed. Deeper, harder and faster I stroked her velvet cunt with my rock-hard shaft. 

Suddenly a feral growl escaped her lips, then escalated to a groan and moan and then screaming pleadings to an unseen divinity. "Oh god! Oh my god! Oh god oh god oh god ohgodohgodohgod! Fuck me! Oh god, fuck me! FUCK ME!"

I exploded in hot waves of cum into her pussy. Streams of hot cum shot from my cock and drenched her pussy walls. Her pussy pulsated beneath and around me, milking the cum from my cock. I pumped and pumped into her, long, slow, deep strokes that satisfied her and damn near made me pass out from the intensity of the orgasm. 

At last I collapsed on top of her, then rolled off to her side. "Damn," I said, "I don't even know what to say. That was incredible."

"Amazing," she responded in a husky whisper.

I still don't remember making my way downstairs to my room, but I awoke to sunlight streaming into my sliding glass doors.

Rancho Las Palmas Ch. 02



Afraid I was going to be late to the first meeting -- the new CEO had a cruel sense of humor, starting things off at 8 a.m. -- I had a quick shower and shave, dressed, grabbed my briefcase and found the conference room. Turns out I really didn't need to hurry all that much. The eight o'clock start was for breakfast: scrambled eggs, fresh pineapple and strawberries and oranges, bacon out the wazoo, sausage and biscuits and gravy, Danish pastries, fresh-squeezed orange juice, and god knows what other palate-pleasing delights. It was a great time to mix again, and see the same folks in a different light.

It was also a chance to get a second look and more face time with the ladies that had caught my eye. Anissa, Juliette and Molly were on my short list, and several others were very close behind. I sat next to Juliette, who was eating a sausage in as sensual a manner as has ever been conceived. My dick was responding appropriately! We talked over our breakfast, and when I went for seconds, elicited a promise from her to talk more. Mmmm. 

Molly was standing at the back of the room, holding her plate in one hand as she surveyed the room. Marketing had assigned her to be in charge of all the details of the breakfast on day one, and she was making sure there was plenty of food. She really had little to so since the very attentive wait staff was handling things pretty efficiently, but she still acted out her part. I stood elbow to elbow with her and we talked about how things were going. I found out she was engaged, was not sure about the marriage, but still planned on forging ahead. I found myself thinking about how much good a nice fucking would do her with a man who actually shared her interests and was intellectually on her level. Her fiancé clearly was not. She seemed a little vulnerable, and what man could pass up a chance to make it with a beautiful woman whose guard was lowered a little?

The meetings were about to start, and I quickly found a seat with open chairs on either side, waiting to see who would sit by me. The gods must have been smiling, since Sherril sat next to me, and Alison sat on the other. Alison was one of those gals who probably didn't attract the most attention at dances and such, but when you got to know her, was one of the sexiest women around. We had never done anything, but this might just be our chance. I knew she was interested. 

Our seats were near the back and we very inconsiderately whispered and flirted through the morning's presentations, some drier than others. It seems the ladies on either side of me were engaging in a sort of competitive flirting with me, and it was a blast. Before I knew it, lunch had come and gone, and it was my turn to present.

As I stood in front of the crowd, the looks from my two seat mates were devilish. I successfully ignored them, gave my presentation, and then answered a passel of questions. I think I did well, and heaved a sigh of relief when it was finally over. I gathered my materials and was making my way back to my seat when a beautiful lady slipped in the back door. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized her. Shit! She smiled when she caught me looking at her, and somehow I made it back to my seat.

I asked both Alison and Sherril who this person was who had just made her entrance, and was shocked even more when they told me. I looked at the man she was seated next to, and recognized him as one of the three shareholders in the company. She was his wife! And it was her money that had purchased his share of the company! I was sure I had just completely fucked up my career.

As the meetings wound down, she carefully yet casually took her husband around the room and had him introduce her to all the people in attendance, some of whom he didn't know (like me). She nonchalantly came my way with him, and they introduced themselves. She was totally cool, gave no hints, but was very warm. In our light conversation, she casually mentioned that her husband had arrived that morning in their private plane -- he loved to fly -- and would be with her for the rest of the weekend. She graciously excused them, telling me that it was an exquisite pleasure making my acquaintance, and that she looked forward to seeing me again at other company affairs. What a choice of words!

At dinner I sat with Jessica and Alison -- Al works for Jess, who is as manly a woman as I have ever known -- and we shared a nice if uneventful meal. Uneventful until one of the sales reps who was totally wasted started making an ass of herself with the CEO. He eventually told her to shut up, leave him alone, and get sober. Then he got up from his table and joined ours. He was pissed. I'm not sure if he spent that night alone or not, but I suspect after that confrontation he wanted a little "southern comfort," and that maybe Sherril was going to be his comfort of choice. I hoped it would help my career to leave her alone with him.

After dessert, Jess left to work on her presentation for the next day, and Alison and I walked around the golf course at the resort and talked about some of the books we were reading or had recently read. It was a very pleasant conversation, especially the part when we talked about how the different authors whose books we had both read used sex in their books. Some were explicit, some careful and implied, some with imagery and metaphor, others were rather clinical. I was plenty worked up and I thought Alison might be too, so I invited her to my room for a drink. She asked if that was safe (even though until the night before I had never hooked up with anyone from the company -- and didn't know then that my consort had been with our company). I feigned offense, and said that of course it was safe, I had no communicable diseases. She laughed, took my arm, and off we went.

We sat of the sofa sharing a drink, comfortable in each other's presence, talking more about sex. At some point she got that look in her eye, a kind of faraway look, and I knew at that moment she was going to fuck me. Her legs were folded up on the sofa and I rested my hand on her knee. She put her hand on mine for a minute and we laughed. We talked a little more, and I slid over closer to her and rubbed her thigh, then set my drink down and drew her to me. We sat that way for a bit, getting comfortable with how the other felt, and cozied up together. 

It wasn't long, then, before she looked up at me and I placed the palm of my hand on her cheek, drawing her face to mine and our lips together. It seemed to take an eternity to make contact, and I mentally fucked her a thousand times before our lips touched. It was electric, erotic, and unbelievably sensual as we kissed. We progressed slowly, enjoying the sensations of that kiss, moving our lips together, then parting them, skating lightly over each other's lips. At length our tongues touched and slid across each other, seeking wet and hidden places, the smooth underside, the dexterous tips and the coarse upper. We kissed, alternating between languorous and passionate. 

Our hands were not still, and I discovered the smoothness of her skin everywhere. I have never felt such beautiful skin, smooth, silky and highly responsive. She shivered at my touch, and melted into me. Even the back of her arms was soft as a baby's bottom. Her breasts were large and magnificent. Her legs were satiny, her tummy rounded and inviting, and her pussy surprisingly bald. She, too, was discovering me, and we found ourselves naked on the sofa, still kissing and touching, her pussy dripping and my cock throbbing with excitement.

Feeling a little, oh, geeky, I asked her to describe what we were doing as if she were an author. She did, but had to pause many times. She spoke in a husky voice of my cock parting her lips and slipping into her throat, and it did. She talked of stroking it and sucking it, admiring its length and girth, its smoothness and desirability, then let her hands and eyes and mouth do the talking. And oh, how eloquently they spoke! It was an epic story, and I felt I was receiving the blowjob of the ages as she took me in, wet and warm, and made my cock the object of her desire. 

She shared how my face and mouth found her breasts and nipples, how they liked kissing all around her tits and then, at last, drawing her nipples into my mouth. She talked of my kissing her tummy and tonguing her navel, and with her hands at the back of my head, fingers entwined in my hair, of my lips and tongue finding her personal place, her private haven, her honey pot, her own personal nirvana. As she spoke, I brought her thoughts and words to life, and as I licked and sucked her clitoris and finger fucked her cunt, I felt her body stiffen, then erupt in climax. Her juices washed over my face and mouth, her hips bucked and her pussy clenched. I licked and sucked and swallowed as much as I could and carried her along in her orgasm until she begged for mercy. I didn't, couldn't, wouldn't relent. I ate her and drank her in. I made her pussy my fountain of desire. When she stopped breathing, overcome with the passion, I finally withdrew my mouth from her pussy and held her close. She regained her breath and kissed me. She licked her cum from my face and lips.

Then she started telling me how I fucked her. I followed her lead, laying her down on the sofa and parting legs as she told her erotic story. My cock parted her lips and slipped inside, stroking her velvety sleeve, then paused, awash in warmth and her juices. We traded places, me beneath her now, and she resumed her story. She told me of her pussy enveloping my cock, of her riding me, raising up and down on my cock, of grinding her cunt onto me till nothing but my balls were visible, of clenching and squeezing my manhood with her poon, filling herself with my hard-as-steel shaft.

She leaned over as she talked and her breasts were at my mouth. I sucked them as we fucked, and she talked until the passion overcame her again. Her words trailed off and were replaced by moans of pleasure. She fucked me hard, and in a coordinated rhythm, I fucked her hard, too. It lasted longer than I would have believed possible, until finally I could hold back no more. My cum shot into her pussy, and she milked me as I have never been milked before. She rode me until I begged for mercy, and then she rode me a little more. When she stopped, she lay on me and we kissed the kisses of deep satisfaction, of gentleness and awe, of love well spent.

Alison rolled off of me with her hand at her pussy to catch the cream pie, and it filled her hand. As she lay next to me, she licked it clean and swallowed it all. "Your cum is nice," she told me. "Not bitter and vile like some, not too salty and easy to swallow." She worked a little more out of her pussy and licked that clean, too. "I especially like it mixed with my cum," she said. 

We talked a bit more, and promised that it wouldn't be the last time we connected, then she dressed. We kissed a couple of more times and she left. Exhausted, I fell into bed and slept the deep dreamless sleep of the well fucked.



Rancho Las Palmas Ch. 03



Day two of the meetings started slowly, with an enormous breakfast buffet, just like the day before. Once again Molly drew the same breakfast duty. And once again, the resort staff handled everything so efficiently she mostly just observed from the rear of the meeting room. When things were pretty calm, I took my plate and stood with her, making small talk. We joked and laughed a bit, and I told her how great she looked. It must have surprised her, because she looked at me, almost eye to eye -- she's tall, about six feet, alongside my six foot three -- and asked me if I was serious. 

"Of course I am," I said intently, "and you look fabulous. If I wasn't a married man, I might start to have some untoward thoughts about you and what I would like to do with you. I might have some very explicit, very sexual thoughts about you and me."

In spite of her dark Mediterranean complexion, I could see her blush from shoulder to hairline. Her smile was dazzling and brilliant, and she couldn't wipe it from her face. She looked like she might be getting dizzy, and I put my hand on her arm to steady her. She inhaled sharply and leaned into me.

"My god," she said, "my knees are weak and my hands are shaking, and I can hardly breathe. No one has ever said such a thing to me, and I can't believe how my body is responding."

"I hope I didn't offend you, or get you pissed off at me."

"Oh no, not at all. In fact, the thought thats buzzing loudly in my head right now is that I really want to find out what you would like to do with me. I want you to tell me. In detail."

"Molly, in front of all these people? Won't you be totally embarrassed? I mean I would love to tell you. I want to tell, and I'm going to tell you. But now?" I had a total shit-eating grin on my face.

"I'll tell you what," she whispered, "I did my presentation yesterday and so did you -- I was watching you -- and all I have to do today is to back up Vanessa, while she makes sure nothing goes wrong. You and I are going to sit here in the back, and you're going to write things on your notepad and whisper things to me for the whole morning session. Lunch is on our own today, since Ken (the CEO) will be meeting one-on-one with the sales reps during lunch and the early afternoon, and if I like what you write and say, we're going to spend our lunchtime together."

I knew what that meant, that Molly was going to fuck me. This beautiful, tall, husky-voiced goddess was going to fuck me. I agreed to sit with her, and excused myself to talk up a couple of other people and make my presence known. 

Anissa was standing by herself, and we talked until the meeting was about to start. She looked even better than I remembered, and I could hardly take my eyes off her. Apparently I was able to carry on a semi-intelligent conversation in spite of my feeling tongue tied. We really clicked, and I found myself inviting her to visit me after dinner that evening, so I could show her some of the new tools that I was developing to support our reps. She said she would try, and hugged me as I slipped away to the back of the room. I sat next to Molly just as the CEO called everything to order.

In a sign of what was to come and how well we would mesh together, I reached into my briefcase for a pad of paper as Molly reached into hers for a pen. She gave me a wicked smile and gave me the pen, and said, "Get to work...please."

Needing to buy some time to gather my thoughts and get the juices flowing, I started doodling. I started with a fancy script capital F, and smiled at her. I followed that with a U, and shortly the C and K took shape. Just under that that, the word ME appeared. In a flowing cursive script, I wrote "I want you to" above the other words. I was ready. The juices were starting to flow.

To prevent prying eyes from seeing what was going on, I flipped the page and began writing. Here is how it went:

"I really love your long, shapely, tanned legs. I love how they contrast with your short shorts, how you stand, so sexy and provocative. I imagine you laying on the bed, and sitting beside you, massaging your legs. The lotion enhances the smoothness of your skin, and makes my hand glide over you. I rub the backs of your thighs, behind your knees, over your delicious calves and down to your feet. I take them in my hands and gently but firmly knead them with my thumbs and fingers. I return to your calves and work them, relaxing the tension and warming you up. I work my way back to your thighs, rubbing from side to side reaching under your legs and massaging all the way around to the front. Slowly I continue upward to where your legs and ass meet, and you part your legs for me as work. 

"I look closely and I can see the moisture gathering at your pussy lips, and just graze them with my fingers and hands as I massage you. My fingertips drift over your forbidden rosebud. Careful to just tease, I begin massaging your ass. I work deeply, with my hands and forearms, and you begin to moan in pleasure. Before long I am touching your back, long slow strokes bringing release and comfort to your skin and muscles. I work your shoulders and neck, and massage your scalp with my fingertips, and your moans of pleasure make me think you are going to orgasm. 

"It's time to roll you over, and now your lovely, small tits are exposed to my view for the first time. Your nipples are erect, and I take one in my mouth and one in my hand. You are delicious, Molly, and I suck hard. I can see your hips rolling and bucking. I kiss my way down you tummy, savoring the flatness and firmness of it. Such a contrast with Alison, both so desirable in their own way. I am careful to avoid your pussy, and it takes all the strength I have to do so. I massage your thighs, rubbing close to your "Y" and enjoying your nakedness.

"You have spread your legs now, so far apart that I cannot rub both of your thighs, and I know it's time to taste your nectar. I move around and between your legs and lower my face to your pussy. I have not yet touched you, then I extend my tongue to gently flick it across your clit. Your involuntary response catches me off guard as your hips rock up and into my face, your pussy and my mouth pressed together. I lick and slurp your juices. You taste so delicious and I can't get enough. "I tongue fuck your pussy, unleashing another flood of juices, and I can hardly swallow fast enough. I move back to your clit and suck and swirl it with my tongue, slipping a finger into your cunt. It takes but a moment till your first orgasm overwhelms your body, your legs grip my head, your hands pull my face into your sweetness, and unintelligible noises escape your lips. The climax courses through your body powerfully, then finally subsides. I roll you over onto all fours, and enter your from behind. My cock is hard to near bursting, and I pound you with my thrusts. Your pussy is tight and hot and wet. The sweat pours off my face, and you are struggling to breathe, so intense is our fucking. I'm on the edge of cumming, and I do my best to hold off. You tell me you want my cum in your mouth, and we move so you can take my cock. You stroke and suck me, and quickly you feel my balls tighten, then my cum starts shooting. It's hot and wet inside your mouth, and not a drop escapes. You suck and stroke and swallow without missing a beat, and drain me dry. 

"My hardness breaks and as I soften, I withdraw from your mouth and we lie together for a few minutes and share our first kiss. We shower quickly together, relishing each other's body before we have to return to our meetings." I turned to look at Molly -- my eyes haven't left the paper since I started writing -- to see her face flushed, almost pink. Her breathing was quick and shallow, her nipples were totally erect, and one hand was between her legs. I'm sure she was rubbing her pussy through her shorts. I smiled at her, and she grinned back. Taking the pen from me, she wrote on the pad:

"I want to fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you since the first day you walked into the office five months ago. I didn't know how to tell you, or even how to approach it. I knew you were married and I am engaged and all that shit, and thought it was impossible for it to happen. Now you tell me you want to fuck me, and you tell me how and give me great details. My pussy is totally soaked. My nipples are hard. I'm so aroused and horny I can hardly breathe. 

"When the CEO finishes talking and we are sent out for lunch, I'll be nowhere to be found because I'm leaving early. I'm going to be in my room, 2014, and I'm going to be naked and ready.

"I want you to fuck me. Don't let me down." She put down the pen and pad and slipped out of the room. I slid the pad back into my briefcase and rested the palm of my hand Molly's chair. It was damp to the touch, and I knew she was serious. In anticipation, my breathing was now shallow, my heart rate quickened, and I was hard. I adjusted myself and waited until the CEO stood to adjourn the meeting. I was actually the first one out, and headed straight for the elevators. I jogged down the hall to 2014 and knocked lightly. The door cracked open, and I could see Molly's beautiful smile. She opened the door and stood there in naked glory. I took her to my arms and kissed her, first softly, then more deeply. 

We broke the kiss, walked to the sofa, and lived out our fantasy.



Rancho Las Palmas Ch. 04



The meetings that afternoon passed slowly, and I was having a hard time staying awake. When there was a lull I slipped out the back. The convention section of the resort had many sitting areas, some quite secluded, and I happened on one of those. I got myself comfortable and closed my eyes.

"Hi Dave," I heard a perky voice through the fog of drowsiness. "Don't tell me you're sleeping! What? Aren't these meetings enough to keep you on the edge of your seat?"

I mumbled something unintelligible and opened my eyes. A vision on loveliness sat on the arm of my overstuffed chair, practically in my lap -- Anissa! 

"Not much of a sleep talker, am I?" I shook my head, rubbed my eyes and sat up. "Hey Anissa, so good to see you. I was hoping to see more of you this week."

"It's hard to get away," she said, "but that's why I followed you out of the meeting. I was hoping I could come over to your room and talk about some questions I have."

"Well, sure," I replied. "You can come over anytime. 

"That's what I was counting on you saying. I'll come over tonight. It'll probably be later. Will that be ok?"

I smiled at her, taking in the earnest look on her pretty face. Perfectly formed with flawless tanned skin, she was a natural beauty. Her hair was pulled back severely, yet still she was almost heart stopping to me. "Of course. I don't expect that I'll have any company so come over any time. Room 2516."

"I know. I already checked." She reached out and squeezed my hand. "I can't wait."

And just like that she was gone. 

* * * * *

I was beginning the think that Anissa had set me up and stood me up when I heard a light knocking at the door. After dinner I had gone back to my room and waited for her. The TV was on ESPN, and I had been dozing off.

I literally ran to the door, and was actually breathing hard when I opened it. There she was, all smiles and dazzling and petite and gorgeous and I couldn't believe she was actually standing there, waiting to come into my room. "Come in, come in," I said. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Oh no, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. It's late enough that you probably were ready for bed."

"Well, not quite. Besides, I really wanted to see, er, talk with you, so I was just killing time watching TV. I must've drifted off."

We walked into my room and sat side by side on the sofa. I turned the TV volume down and twisted to face her. I was wearing my gym shorts and t-shirt, and she was wearing a tank and shorts, showing off her nice tan. 

"So what's on your mind?" I asked. "I was guessing it was some accounting questions."

"Well, not really. I have some other questions that I thought only you could answer, or maybe show me the answers."

"OK," I said, "I guess I'm up for that."

She reached out and put her hand on my thigh. Her touch was soft and warm, and I think I stopped breathing. She looked deep in my eyes, and moved toward me. I was still as a statue as she moved, until her face drew next to mine. 

"I want to know if you'll fuck me," she whispered. "The girls are all talking about how hot you are and who's going to be the first one to fuck you. I want to be the one.

She leaned in a little further and kissed me. When she pulled back I finally began breathing again. After a couple of deep breaths, our eyes locked, I reached out and pulled her to me. I kissed her gently for a long time. She tasted so sweet, and the sensation was amazing.

I held her petite body at arm's length and responded to her softly. "Yes, Anissa, you can fuck me. But know this -- you will be the one doing the fucking. I want to be fucked by you."

"Absolutely," she said. "I will fuck you. I want to fuck you so badly."

We got up and shed our clothing. Standing naked, we embraced, then walked to the bedroom. Wordlessly, I lay on my back on the king-size bed. I was totally erect, and my cock was begging for her attention. It may not be an over-large member, but when it gets hard, it gets really hard. 

Anissa knelt between my legs and gently caressed my cock and shaved balls. She fondled me and stroked me. She licked me, from head to balls, parted her lips and took me in. Her wet mouth cradled and sucked my cock, in and out, in and out, and I was in heaven. She pinched my nipples as she sucked, and played with my nuts.

She was very talented, and I was afraid I would cum soon. I asked her to kneel over my face so I could taste her pussy as she blew me. He pussy was tight, and while she had a small triangle of pussy hair, it was trimmed quite short and her pussy lips were clean shaven.

As I licked her cunt, she sucked the head of my cock and stroked the base of it with her hand. It was unbelievable, and I knew I would never forget this fucking. I reached my hand up behind her and inserted a finger into her pussy, licking her all the while. I could feel she was close to cumming, so I lubed up another finger in her cunt and pressed it into her asshole. I sucked her clit and finger fucked her pussy and ass at the same time, and totally pushed her over the edge. She thrust her hips into my face, fucking my face as she came. Her body shuddered again and again, cried of joy and pleasure escaping her lips. She bucked a couple of times more, then rolled off of me.

"Oh my god," she said, "I have never had my pussy eaten the way you do. Oh my god, that was so awesome. I want to make you cum, I need to make you cum. Now."

"Well," I said smiling, "You're doing the fucking around here, so do what you have to do."

I was still on my back, and she climbed up on top of me cowgirl style. She was facing me, looking me in the eye as she slowly lowered herself onto my cock. She began gently, rocking her hips back and forth, slowly fucking me. Gradually she increased her pace until she was fucking as fast as she could. The intensity mounted, then suddenly she stopped and spun around, then began fucking me again reverse cowgirl. The sensation was totally different, and I had practically had to start all over working on my orgasm. She continued for a couple of minutes, the stopped again.

She spun around to face me, then rose up off my cock. Her hand grasped my cock and she lowered herself onto it once again -- in her ass.

She was tiny and tight, and I could see from the look on her face that it was a challenge for her. I just lay there, and as she got used to my cock in her ass she began her slow motion once again. She was so tight I couldn't believe it. Only a minute or two passed before I felt my balls tightening up.

"Oh god, Anissa, I'm going to cum. Oh god,"

"No!" she exclaimed. " Not yet." Then she hopped off my cock and took it into her mouth, bobbing up and down and stroking at the same time. That was all it took, and I exploded in her mouth. She was able to keep most of it in, and she swallowed it all. Then she licked me clean, making sure not a stray droplet was lost. 

"Your cum is yummy. Better than any I have ever tasted!"

I laughed. "You be sure and tell that to all the girls," I said. "Please."

We snuggled up together, and she spent the night with me. Only twice more in the night did we fuck. It was unbelievable. I was sad when she slipped out of my bed and my room just an hour before the last day of meetings was to start.



Rancho Las Palmas Ch. 05



The last day of the meetings was quite a letdown. I'd had a great time, enjoyed the people and had plenty of sex. I had no idea that it would be such a sexual experience, but I wasn't complaining. By early afternoon of the last day, nothing was really happening that concerned me, several people had already left for the airport, and I was ready to go. My boss, Brenda, was in the same boat, and ready to leave. We conferred, and decided to head to the airport to see if we could catch an early flight.

After a hot, mid-afternoon taxi ride to the airport, we hustled to the ticket counter to change flights. Unfortunately, the local military base had given leave to a lot of soldiers, and there was a long line in front of us. Undaunted, we waited our turn. 

"Good afternoon," chirped a perky red-head agent. "How can I help you?"

Brenda took over – her being my boss and a couple of years older than me – and started in. Handing over the boarding passes she said, "We'd like to change our flight, and get on an earlier one if we could. Ours doesn't leave until after six."

"Let's see what I can do." Her name tag said her name was Shelly and that she was from Montrose, Colorado. "It looks like the flight you are on is oversold, so it would be nice if I could move you, but I don't think there are any seats on the other flight. Ok, it looks like there is one flight that gets you into Phoenix earlier, but no connections to Boise until the one you are on. Oh, that early flight is sold out too. So many people trying to get out of town for the long weekend. I'm so sorry, but there's nothing I can do."

I cleared my throat to get her attention, smiled what I thought was my most endearing smile, and spoke up. "It would be awful nice of you to figure out a way to make this happen. We'd certainly be indebted to you."

She smiled back at me, one of those smiles that said, "Fuck you. No special treatment. And stop trying to flirt your way in," but the words only sounded like an insincere "I'm sorry."

We spent the next several hours reading, wandering around the tiny airport, eating and trying to nap. Eventually we boarded our flight, tired from sitting around, and then we sat some more. The pilot taxied to the end of the runway, and then came on the PA system. 

"Good afternoon, er, evening, folks. It looks like there are thunderstorms in the Phoenix area right now, and Air Traffic Control is keeping us on the ground here in Palm Springs until it clears. Latest word is that it will be about 45 minutes. Now I know it's a hundred and nine degrees outside, so if you'll keep the window shades down, we'll keep the engines running and the air conditioning on, and by way of this announcement, we're asking our flight attendant to start a beverage service to help us all stay cool.

"And by the way, please try not to drink too much. This aircraft only has one bathroom, and I just got word it's not functioning. We could return to the gate and have it repaired, or keep our place in the takeoff queue. That way the second Air Traffic Control gives us the green light we can get you all on to Phoenix or wherever your final destination may be. If you have any objection to this plan, please push you flight attendant call button."

No one did.

Sixty-five minutes later we took off. We landed in Phoenix ten minutes before our connection to Boise was scheduled to leave. Brenda and I hustled from the 'C' concourse to the 'B' as fast as we could, and made it there before our connecting flight left. But not before the door to the jetway had been closed, and apparently nothing short of an act of God was opening it again. Shit.

Back in a line once again, we tried to get re-scheduled on another flight. Nothing was going out later that night, and on our airline, the next scheduled flight wouldn't get us home until mid-afternoon. While I stayed to try and work things out there, Brenda tried another airline. 

They wouldn't even give us a free hotel, since they claimed "weather-related flight delays" and other "acts of god" were not their responsibility. They did, however, give me a voucher for a reduced-cost hotel. I took it. And the early morning flight on another airline was the best that they were able to book.

Meanwhile, Brenda was able to re-book her flight on yet another airline and get in a couple of hours after me. We caught the hotel shuttle and prepared to spend the night without our luggage.

The hotel was nearly booked, and because I had only one voucher, they would only give us one room for the lowered cost. We looked at each other and groaned, just wanting this trip to be over. 

"Fine," she said. "Does it have two beds?"

"Two queens, ma'am," was the reply.

"We'll take it. As you can tell, we missed our connection – and our luggage. Do you happen to have any toiletries?"

The desk clerk produced two disposable toothbrushes, a mini-bottle each of shampoo and conditioner, and a disposable razor. Taking the items, we made our way up to the room. It was a typical hotel room, and I offered to let Brenda have the bathroom first to get ready for bed. 

She is a deeply religious woman, married and faithful, and downright prim and proper. She is also a fine-looking woman, and at 54 years old, only carries a few extra pounds. She took me up on the offer. I lay down on the bed to wait, and a few minutes later she emerged, fully dressed. She sat on the other bed and said, "I figured I would undress while you were in the bathroom."

"Right," I replied. "Good idea." She was my boss, after all.

When I came out of the bathroom, the lights were out and Brenda was under the covers in the far bed. I was wearing just my underwear, having hung up my clothes neatly in hopes they would air out a little and perhaps not look quite so worn in the morning. I slipped my underwear off, slid into bed and dropped off to sleep quickly.

The next thing I knew, I felt Brenda cuddle up to me, spooning up to my backside, and her arm draped over my chest. Without showing signs of waking up, I carefully opened my eyes a slit, and glanced at the clock. We had been in bed less than an hour. 

I turned my attention to what I could feel, and it felt good. Her large, warm breasts were pressed up against my back. Her legs were tucked up behind mine and fit nicely. Her cheek and breath were warm on my shoulder, and her palm was moving ever so slightly on my chest. 

Her hand moved down to my stomach, then crept slowly southward until it reached my pubic hair. A slight pause, and it moved to my cock and gently wrapped it up. I gasped slightly, but kept my eyes closed and did not flinch. She fondled my cock and balls softly, and stroked my semi-erect unit. 

Small, soft moans escaped my lips as she continued working my member. I let her keep going until I was almost at the point of cumming. I couldn't let that happen yet, so groaning in pleasure, eyes closed, I rolled over and on top of Brenda in a classic missionary position. Her legs parted for me, and I pressed my cock into her sex. Her pussy yielded easily – it was dripping wet – and took me in to my balls. I started a slow fucking motion, slow because I didn't want to cum soon, and opened my eyes just enough to see that her eyes were closed tightly.

I fucked her until she began moaning, softer than a whisper. Her cunt tightened on my cock as she flexed it, and her body felt heavenly, soft and pliable beneath me. I stopped fucking her, and withdrew, sliding down the bed until my face was at her pussy. 

Her fifty-four year old quim was neatly trimmed, dark auburn hair flecked with gray, into a small triangle. Her labia were spread from my cock, and her juices were all over. She smelled very nice, and when I dipped my tongue into her nectar, tasted equally nice. I began licking her clit, then that smooth part from the clit to her opening, applying pressure on the upstroke to swell her clit, pausing at the front of it, then up and over the top, causing a massive clenching of her pussy. The downstroke was lighter and allowed her to recover. I swirled her clit with my tongue, drawing figure eights around it, and sucked it into my mouth like a tiny cock. I kissed her pussy like it was her mouth, and slipped my tongue inside her. I sucked the juices out of her cunt and swallowed. 

Her hips began to buck and I knew she was about to cum. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked, then slid my fingers into her pussy. At that instant she exploded. I felt her hands on the back of my head, pushing my face into her muff. I felt her hips rocking, and her vagina squeezed my fingers. Her mouth made unintelligible noises of pleasure, very soft but very obvious. I kept sucking and licking until the pressure from her hands let up and her hips came to a rest. She breathed out deeply and her hands dropped to her side. 

Hard as a rock, I entered her pussy again. This time I fucked her hard and deep. Her eyes remained closed, but her mouth was open wide in pleasure, though no sound escaped. I withdrew my cock to her pussy lips, then plunged in deep, till our pubic hairs were enmeshed. She was squeezing my cock tightly, and it was unbelievable. I pulled her legs up, with my arms behind her knees, and my cock rubbed her g-spot with every thrust. 

She began cumming again, as if she had never cum this way before, yet in silence. The tightness of her cunt became too much for me and I began to cum. Three, four, five, six deep strokes and spurts of cum into her pussy. I fucked her for a minute or so more until my cock began to soften, then lowered my face to her pussy.

For the second time that night, I sucked the juices from her cunt. This time it was both of our cum, and it filled my mouth. I kissed Brenda, and although she feigned sleep still, I shared my cum with her. As I kissed her, her lips parted and we shared my cum. She swallowed, and I broke the kiss.

I rolled off her, and this time, I spooned her. I was wrapped around her with my arm over her, nestled between her tits. We slept that way for a while, and sometime before morning she slipped unawares from my bed back to hers. 

I awoke to the sound of a shower. I found my underwear and slipped them on, and headed to the bathroom, assuming she wouldn't mind if I joined her. The bathroom door was locked.

A few minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed, hair wet. I smiled and said "Good morning." She said good morning to me and asked how soon I would be ready for the shuttle back to the airport. A little surprised at her brusqueness, I asked for 15 minutes or so.

After my quick shower and dressing, I tried to start a conversation.

"So how did you sleep?" I asked.

"Fine. Not nearly long enough."

"Yeah. It was a short night. And I never sleep quite as well the first night in a different bed. But I did have extra sweet dreams. How about you?"

"Oh, I never dream," was her reply. 

"Ever sleep walk?"

"Me? No, never."

I thought I needed to get brave. "Ever sleep fuck?"

Her head jerked around. "What?"

"You know, ever slipped into another bed and had sex in your sleep? I hear it's pretty remarkable."

"I can't imagine that could ever happen. Can we change the subject now?"

Hmm, I thought, she's never going to fess up. "Sure. How about some breakfast? I'm starved. I feel like I was up working out all night."

She looked at me a little sideways, kept a straight face and said, "Let's go. I have quite an appetite myself."

Breakfast was uneventful, as was the shuttle ride back to the airport. When we left the shuttle and were about to go our ways to our separate airlines, I stopped her, and said, "For what it's worth, I enjoyed the night."

Again she looked at me askance. "You're talking strange this morning. Maybe you can sleep it off and we'll talk next week back in the office, ok?"

"Sure thing," I said, "we'll talk next week. Hey, enjoy your flight. See you Monday."

I turned and walked away, not waiting for her response. I walked about a hundred feet and started around the corner towards 'B' Terminal security. As I rounded the corner I glanced back. She hadn't moved.



Rancho Las Palmas Ch. 06



The first leg of my flight was uneventful, although I did have to endure the endlessly boring conversation of the people on either side of me. They had a few mutual acquaintances and had to talk about each in detail. I put in my earplugs and read until I was sleepy, and drifted off. When I awoke, they were still talking. I faked sleep until we landed.

When I entered the boarding area for my flight home, I saw a tall, auburn-haired person sitting, facing away from me. I was sure it was Molly, so I came up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Good morning, good looking."

Her head snapped around, and to my total relief, it was Molly.

"Hi!" she exclaimed. "Have a seat here," she said a she patted the chair next to her. "It's great to see you. How are you? We have a lot of catching up to do."

I told her about the adventure in Phoenix with the airline and missing our connection. 

"That's a bummer," she said. "Too bad there's not a silver lining. Wish I had been there with you."

"Oh, but there was a silver lining." I smiled a shit-eating grin and started. "I fucked Brenda last night! Or rather, she fucked me, or at least initiated it!"

"No. Not Brenda! No way. She's straighter than I-80 across the salt flats!"

"Way," I said. "But she's not admitting it." From there I told her all about it, all the details from the moment Brenda slid into my bed to my sharing my cum with her to her denial at the airport.

Molly shook her head in disbelief. "I knew you were a charmer, but I had no idea you were that good. Tell me about the rest of your trip. I know you and I fucked, and I heard all about you and Anissa. She told the whole world about it. She said you guys did anal too."

"Yea we did," was my reply. "I love anal sex, and she was as tight as anyone I have ever done that with. In fact, I'd only been in her ass a minute or two when I was about to cum, and when I told her, she climbed off my cock and started sucking. True ass-to-mouth. I'd never done that before. I have to admit it was pretty hot."

"I'm pretty hot now. And very wet. Do you think we could sneak into someplace private and fuck again?"

"I'd love to Molly, but I don't think there's time. Let's finish this conversation about who else we fucked, and then on Monday night we can hook up and fuck some more."

"Yes we can," she said, "now that the door is open, we're going to fuck a lot."

"I wouldn't mind it if you casually slipped a hand into your pants and fingered yourself a bit. I'll cover for you."

So she did. She fingered her clit and finger-fucked her pussy for a minute then rubbed her wet finger on and around my lips. "Lick," she said. "Remember me. And remember that you are going to fuck me on Monday." 

"Deal," I said , licking my lips. "So the whole world knows that Anissa and I had sex. No one knows about me and Brenda, and that one has to be kept private out of respect for her and the church issues she'll have if it gets out. Who knows about me and you?"

"Oh, I didn't kiss and tell. Maybe later I will tell a select few, especially if I can use it to get Vanessa to fuck both of us together. Vanessa and I have been friends since college – I got her the job here – but we've never been sexual together, or sexual with the same man. I want to, so I might tell her. I know she thinks you are pretty hot. She did tell me she has fantasized about you speaking only Spanish to her while you fucked her. I think it's an Antonia Banderas fantasy thing."

"Works for me," I said. "I also fucked Alison."

"Duh," replied Molly, "Everyone knows that was going to happen. She's been gaga over you since day one. Plus, when you guys started sharing books, it was inevitable. Was it good?"

"It was great. I don't think I'm going to start ranking, since each of you are so different. But yea, it was great. She has enormous tits, and I appreciate them. Still, I prefer smaller tits."

"You'll never believe this one," Molly said, "but I fucked 'Mr. Clean' president-of-the-company-Ken!"

"You didn't!"

"I did. And I'm glad I did. And you know what? He wasn't even a good lay. I didn't cum. He did, and then kicked me out. Here I thought fucking a powerful man was going to be all that, and it kinda sucked. Of course, I fucked him after you and I fucked, so he had a damn high standard to meet. He failed miserably."

"Wow. I don't really want to one-up you, but I think I can." 

"How is that possible? Did you fuck Klauss?"

"Close. I fucked his wife, Jamie."

Molly's hand flew to cover her mouth. "Oh my god, you didn't!" She started giggling.

"I did. And it was a great fuck. Didn't you see her totally flirting with me every chance she got?"

"Well, I did notice – not that I was jealous – but I did notice it. She's not usually that way, at least not when Klauss is around."

"It happened the night before the meetings started. She had come in a day before her husband, and I had no idea who she was. She didn't have any idea who I was either. I was pretty shocked when I came into breakfast that first morning and saw her there. She was totally cool about it all, although she did flirt a lot."

I wonder if she tells Klauss who she fucks," mused Molly.

"He sure didn't give a shit if he did know it was me, and he wouldn't have known who I was anyway."

"That's totally awesome. Tell me all about it."

And I did. Every juicy detail.



Rancho Las Palmas Ch. 07



On Monday morning following the meetings, I made the two and half hour drive to the small town where our office is located. The company keeps a condo there, and I stay there three nights a week while I work. Sometimes I have to share it with others who are in town, but most nights I have it to myself. So far I've never had to share on a Monday night. 

When I arrived at the office, I made a beeline for Brenda's office. I usually do that anyway, and we plan out our week, but this time I had another motive. I had decided to play it casual and let her bring up the awkward parting in Phoenix. She didn't. She didn't even act the least bit affected by it. I blew if off, thinking that when the time was right for her, she would start talking. 

Midway through day, I made my way upstairs to chat with Molly. She beamed when she saw me walk in, and instantly I was hard! I quickly took a seat near her desk to hide my arousal.

"Hey Molly," I greeted her, "How was your trip back from Phoenix?"

"Oh, pretty uneventful, I guess. I ran into a friend in the airport during my layover, and we had a great talk. I was really excited to see him." She licked her lips.

"Really." It was a dumb-shit reply, but I had nothing. 

"Hey," she started, and then winked at me, "Vanessa and I are getting pizza tonight. Care to join us?" 

Shit yeah, I thought. Aloud I said, "Hmmm. No Monday Night Football tonight. No laundry to do. No serious work I have to do. Yeah, I guess I could. Wise Guys or McLane's?"

"How about South Valley?" she asked. 

"That'd be great. Who's driving? I'd be happy to."

"Well, how about we stop by the condo, and we can go from there."

She had such a wicked smile on her face that I knew exactly what she was thinking. 

"Perfect." I snuck a look over Molly's shoulder at Vanessa and could see her with her head down, pencil moving. I could tell she was listening to every word, and I thought she thought it was a total setup every bit as much as I did. I could hardly wait.

"See you around, say seven?" I stood to leave, my cock semi-flaccid and under control now. 

"Okay."

I floated out of the office and down the stairs to mine. This was gonna rock!

I left work early for me – an hour late by everyone else's standards. The shower felt great on my bare skin as I got ready for our date. It took all of my willpower to resist the urge to masturbate, 

Just a couple of minutes after seven there was a brusque knock on the front door. I was dressed and decent by then, except for my shoes. I opened the door to see a radiant Molly and a grinning Vanessa. 

"Hi. Come on in. I'm just about ready."

They came in and sat on the barstools at the counter. I offered them something to drink, and both opted for a Heineken. I hopped up on the counter and we started talking.

"I hear the sales meeting was a raging success, all kinds of things going and coming," Vanessa offered.

"That's one way of looking at it I suppose."

She put her hand on my thigh. "I'd like to hear all about it. It might take a while, but I'm all ears. And wetness."

I took her hand in mine, and bent down and kissed her. Her mouth opened and our tongues intertwined. I let go of her hand and put mine down her shirt as hers went to my crotch. I was hard with anticipation, and she massaged my cock. Her taste was sweet in my mouth, her tongue soft and wet, and she thoroughly explored me. Her breasts were small, yet full, and her nipples hardened to my touch. 

I snuck a peek over at Molly just in time to see her blouse unbuttoned and one hand feeling her own breast, the other up her short skirt. Vanessa and I kissed and felt each other up for a few more minutes, then paused to catch our breath.

"God, I am so ready for this," she breathed.

I stood and took each of them by the hand. "Let's go into the other room. We can get really comfortable there. No one was naked by the time we got to the master bedroom door, but all were there pretty quickly. I climbed onto the bed and they two younger women followed me. 

Molly and I began kissing, and I felt something warm on my hard cock. I could feel Vanessa's lips and mouth blowing me. She was good. Molly's tongue felt good in my mouth as well, and we got after it. She started moaning through her kisses, and I guessed that Vanessa was finger fucking her as we kissed. I was right.

"Have the two of you ever kissed?" I asked. They both smiled and laughed. The "no's" we simultaneous. "Well, it's about time," I said. "Here, kneel in front of me and kiss."

They approached the kiss tentatively, then touched lips. It was beautiful, and they kissed fully. Open mouth, sucking tongues, licking lips, kissing like they really did care for each other. They felt each other's breasts as they kissed, and I could see they were really turned on. 

"Now for something I have never experienced, but I have watched it on porn and have always wanted to do. While you are kissing, I want to slide my dick between your mouths and fuck your kiss. I stood and they kissed. My cock slid between their wet mouths and out the other side. I could feel both tongues and both sets of lips on it. Amazing.

I fucked them that way until I thought I might cum, and stopped. I wasn't ready for that just yet.

"Vanessa, I want you to lick Molly's very tasty pussy for me. I know it's tasty – I had it at Rancho. "Are you ready for it?"

"Oh god yes," she breathed. 

"Are you ready for that, Molly?"

"I have been for a long time."

"Then what the hell you waiting for? Go down on her, Vanessa."

She did. She slurped that pussy and licked her clit. She swallowed pussy juice and french kissed Molly's pussy. I enjoyed the show, then watched in fascination as Molly's climax hit, and she came in multiple waves of pleasure. 

"My turn," I announced, and placed my face in Vanessa's love spot. Her pussy was well trimmed, not quite hairless, clean, and already dripping cum. I lapped it up, and focused on kissing her pussy lips like I had kissed her mouth. Molly had begun to recover from her orgasm and was kissing her tenderly. 

I turned my attention to her clit, swirling it with my tongue, slowly and softly. Her hips trembled, and I knew she was close. I slipped a finger into her sopping pussy and took her clit into my mouth and sucked on it. Immediately she started fucking my face with her hips, cumming in a frenzy. I took it all and sucked her and drank her pussy juices. It was delicious!

As she came down from her climax, she asked, "Who are you going to fuck first?"

"Well, I've already fucked Molly, so I don't think I can take that back. Would you like to go next?"

Before I could draw another breath she had scrambled on top of me 'cowgirl style' and was sliding her wet pussy down my hard shaft. God, she was tight! She rocked up and down, fucking me and clasping my cock with her cunt. Molly came over and began kissing me as she had kissed Vanessa, purring into my mouth, feeling up Vanessa's tits and body.

My balls tightened up and I could feel the cum ready to spill. "I'm gonna cum. Do you want it in your pussy or your mouth?" I asked.

"Fill me up you bad boy."

I did. My cock jerked and fucked, spurted and shot out my hot cum. She rocked and rode and fucked me till I begged for mercy, so intense was my orgasm. 

"Oh god, stop," I begged. "There's no more cum left, and I can't take any more." Fortunately my cock started to soften, and slipped from her well-fucked pussy. Immediately Molly began licking and kissing my cock, cleaning up my cum and swallowing it. 

"Vanessa," she asked coyly, "could I please lick the cum from your pussy? I really want to lick you some more, and I want more cum."

By the time we finally got pizza, we were nearly starved. Once we had taken care of our hunger, we returned to the condo for dessert: Vanessa making Molly cum, and me fucking Molly. Vanessa got to lick her pussy clean. 

They spent the night, and we were all late for work. It was worth it.



Rancho Las Palmas Ch. 08



Shortly after we returned from Palm Springs, it was announced that the company was moving from the small Idaho town to the Boston area where the CEO lived. Job offers were made to all who wanted to relocate, but hardly anyone wanted to. Molly and Liz were about it. 

New hires from Boston came to Idaho for training, but the department where I worked had a couple of people bail, and it became necessary for a couple of us to travel to Boston to help train new staff there. It was part of the plan for me to go there to train, but that was all.

Kim was a late addition to the trip, and since she had never actually traveled alone before (she is a 34-year old MILF), she was booked on my flight, in my hotel, and it was assumed, I would take care of her. Believe me, I did.

It turns out that Kim's mother is Brenda, and while Kim is not a straight laced as Brenda, she is fairly religious now. 

We flew into Boston late on Sunday night, and we had an adventure getting out of the airport and to our hotel. Thank god for GPS navigation systems! We had a short night (separate rooms, of course), and I drove us to the office in the morning, Lunch rolled around, and we went together. It's still not clear to me why, but I paid for all of her meals too, and included them on my expense account.

After work we headed back to the hotel, rested and cleaned up, then went to dinner together. We repeated this every day, and a couple of times we did other things as well. One night we went to the factory outlet stores, another night we went to a movie, and another night we bowled. As we spent more and more time together, I became acutely aware of her, her nicely formed lips, her perfect ass, her sweet small tits, and her overall sensuality. I had been aware of her before, but spending so much time one-on-one heightened my awareness. The visit to the factory outlet stores was the turning point, I think. 

We had gone into the Lucky Jeans store, since they were her favorites. When she came out of the dressing room in a new pair, and spun around for me to see, I nearly creamed in my pants. Her ass was the sweetest ass I had ever seen. The jeans formed and framed it perfectly. That was the word: perfect. It was utter perfection, and I told her as much. Okay, I said "Those jeans fit you perfectly. They look like they were made just for you and for your shape. You look great."

By the weekend I was dying I was getting so very horny. Other nights I had just masturbated, but this was different. We had been out for dinner, and when we returned to the hotel, I mentioned that the pool and hot tub were quite nice. She asked if I was going to down to use them, and I replied in the affirmative.

"Well, I might see you down there," she said. I nearly sprained my dick, it got hard so fast!

Needless to say, I was down there a few minutes later. It took Kim a half hour, but she did actually show. It did surprise me, but I was totally excited. She had a towel wrapped around her, but I could see her legs and shoulders, and it was very enticing. She spotted me in the hot tub and walked around the pool to where it was. I watched her peel off the towel, and she looked great. 

Kim is petite – a size two I think, with a narrow waist, small tits and a fine ass. She was wearing a purple one-piece suit, with diamond shaped cut outs on the sides. It was strapless with a gold diamond shaped metal piece between her breasts attached to a chain that encircled her neck. It had French cut thigh – very high – and it was clear that she must shave to not much more than a landing strip. 

She was in the water quickly, but was quite aware of my admiring her as she entered. She found out it was too hot to get all the way in quickly, and popped out to sit on the edge. I could really admire her then, and she blushed. 

"You look great," I told her. "Not just anyone can pull off wearing a swimsuit like that,"

She blushed again. She lowered herself further into the tub, and within a couple of minutes she was in chest deep. I was getting pretty cooked by then, so I sat up on the edge.

"I'm going to try the pool for a minute and cool off. Care to join me?"

She didn't answer but climbed out with me. We jumped into the other pool and swam a little, and then stood together. I reached out and took a hold of her, and threatened to dunk her. She protested and struggled to get away. It was a great excuse to keep my hands on her and to keep a hold of her. Eventually I pulled her to me, her back to my chest, and held her tight.

Soon she stopped struggling, and we enjoyed the embrace. I was hard, and I knew she could feel my cock hard against her. I put my hand on her stomach, and she placed hers on top of mine, not restricting it, just being one with me. My other arm was around her, holding her close. Kim's head was resting against my chest and she was settled in. I moved my hand on her stomach, and touched her bare skin through the side cutout of her swimsuit. I slid my hand inside it, back to her stomach. 

Without a word being spoken, she turned her head and our lips met, It was soft and unhurried, It was sweet and powerful. It started out a little tentatively and grew in passion and power. We finally broke the kiss after several minutes, and she turned to embrace me fully. In the pool she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. Her pussy was pressed against my hardness. We gyrated against each other as we kissed, and I knew she wanted me.

I felt her hand working the drawstring in my swimsuit, and I helped her out. Together we pushed my swim trunks down a bit, then I felt her hand moving the crotch of her suit to the side, then warmth and softenss on my cockhead.

I thrust into her there in the pool. We kissed and fucked slowly for a few minutes, then I asked her if we could go up to my room. 

"This is great and all, here in the pool, but I think if we're going to do this, it would be great to do it right, What do you think?"

She kissed me some more, and whispered in my ear. "I need you to take me. I need you to make me a woman, let's go and really do it."

We went upstairs, directly to my room, and started again. We lay together on the bed, still in our swimsuits, snuggling, kissing, and talking about fucking. She told me she had been married for nine years, had plenty of sex, but it had never really been fulfilling. She told me she wanted me to give her the best I had, and make it the best she had ever had. Talk about pressure!

I promised to do my best, and I started exploring her. I touched Kim's body from head to toe, over her swimsuit, enjoying her smooth skin, her beautiful breasts, and her exquisite, perfect ass. We kissed and built the anticipation, and I began touching under her suit. I removed the chain from her neck and lowered the top of her suit, exposing her tits for the first time. She had tiny nipples, hard and erect, and I lowered my mouth to taste them. 

Taking one in my mouth and one in my hand, I licked and sucked. Her breathing was fast and ragged, and she moaned in pleasure. I thought she might start cumming any minute. I lowered her suit more, and kissed my way over her flat tummy, tonguing her navel. I rolled her over and removed her suit completely, and visually savored her ass before lowering my face and kissing it. I rubbed and squeezed it, and licked it and kissed it. It was unbelievable, and I almost couldn't believe I was doing what I was doing.

I spread her legs a little, and licked her asshole and pussy. I'd never done that, never really wanted to do it, but I was so turned on that it felt totally natural. I swirled my tongue around asshole, then down to her pussy and back. She was clean and fresh from the pool (and the shower she took before going to the pool), and the experience was wonderful. 

We turned her over, and I saw her pussy for the first time. She had shaved it clean, bald, and it looked fabulous. She had full lips and large clit which was totally erect and begging to be sucked. I parted her pussy lips with my tongue, sucked on them, slipped my tongue inside her, and sucked her clit. Her arousal was high and pulled my face into her pussy with her hands. 

"Make me cum, Dave. I so want to cum. Please. Now, make me cum." Her pleading was intense, and revealed the depth of her need.

I slipped a finger inside her tight cunt as I continued eating her pussy. I felt it a privilege to be worshipping at the altar of her mons, and I gave it all I had. Finger fucking her and sucking on her clit, then humming to add vibration, I made her cum. Her hips suddenly began bucking into my face as the waves of orgasm swept through her. Her legs squeezed my face as her pussy squeezed my fingers. She had stopped breathing, then began gasping for air as her climax subsided.

"Oh my god," she said, "I didn't know it could feel like that. Please fuck me now. Please, I need to be fucked. I need to feel your cock inside my pussy."

She needn't have begged me as I was already moving up to get inside her. I wanted to keep her climax going, so I spread her legs and lifted them, not over my shoulders but held up by my arms on either side of her. I pushed into her, deeply, then withdrew. My cockhead was rubbing against the front inside of her pussy, perfectly stimulating her g-spot. After the first thrust, I started fucking her faster, as hard and fast as I could. 

Her eyes grew wide and she started wailing – a good sound that totally turned me on. She started cumming again, and I fucked her harder and harder. Breathless after a few minutes, I slowed to a deep, steady pace that was deeply satisfying, but took me to the brink of orgasm.

"Don't stop," she cried, "fill me. Spill it in me. Mark me. Make me your cunt. Make me your pussy. Make me your whore. Make your cock's home! Fuck me, fuck the cum out of your cock. Give it to me. Let me feel it's heat deep inside." 

And I did. I filled her to overflowing, and when I withdrew, my cum ran from her pussy. Kim cupped it in her hand, and rubbed it into her body, on her tummy and her tits, on her pussy and her neck, on her lips and tongue. God it was sexy. 

We snuggled up and kissed.

"That was wonderful," she said. "I'd like to do it again before we leave here."

"I would too. Will you spend the night here with me?"

Kim smiled and kissed me deeply, then snuggled into my arms with her head on my chest. 

"Yes I will. Yes, I will. "

It was an amazing week. I'll never forget it.