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Reception

By: GwenAndWendell



PART I

Though we seldom actually spoke of it, sex was unique between us. It was unforgiving, and unapologetic. Our sex was always a ceremony of enlightenment. It was always about the pleasure—the mental, physical, and emotional sensations that melted together into one luxurious event. Our hands and fingers, our tongues and bodies, our sweat and skin; these were the tools of our exploration, and we exhausted them regularly.

Him:

The wedding was enjoyable but long. I could tell my friends were indulging this conservative ceremony solely for the sake of their family; it was obvious they longed for something a little more, provocative? I looked over at my date. God, she looked good. My eyes ran from her delicately wrapped feet to her creamy soft legs. Under her skirt was a pussy whose familiar taste I had been craving all day. I had to have it soon. My mouth was watering. Every guy in the place was eyeing the magnificent woman I would have in my bed tonight. I felt proud and simultaneously aroused beyond belief. I had shifted a number of times to hide the growing bulge in my dress pants.

The drive home was playful but hesitant. We had discussed our evening of pleasure some time prior to the event. As time drew near, the tension mounted. More often our eyes would meet in a mutual stare of unadulterated sexual hunger. As we drove I placed my hand on her exposed thigh, gently grazing the silky skin with my fingertips as I would soon do with my tongue. 

She took the lead from the car to the hotel. As I walked behind her, the urge to grab her delicious ass was overpowering. I pawed it shamelessly as she fumbled with the lock. I began biting her neck. The key dropped, and I pressed my hard cock against her behind as she bent to pick it up. I felt her pause and enjoy our crude position on the semi-lit doorstep. Realizing we couldn't do much until we got inside, she focused her attention on the lock, and we stepped through the door.

Her:

Though my heart rejoiced for our friends' marriage, the wetness in my pussy demanded attention. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my body. Little did he know that I was secretly checking out the main course for the evening myself: him. And though he looked hot in his new suit, I couldn't wait to rip it from him. We were easily the sexiest couple there. I could feel the stares amplifying my arousal. We may have to sneak away early.

The whole drive home he fondled my leg ever so slightly. It was driving me insane. I let him trail as we walked to the door, and my plan worked perfectly; his hands were soon all over my ass, but it was his sharp teeth embedded in my neck that made me drop the keys. I could feel his hardness pressed against my ass. It would soon be inside me.

As the door shut behind us I made my move, pinning him to the door and showing him what teasing will result in! 

"I must have you," I sighed.

We kissed passionately against the wall, and I wasted no time reaching down to give his cock a playful squeeze through his pants. I loved the way he moaned into my mouth and sucked eagerly at my tongue. 

"Horny?" he asked. How he loved his rhetorical flirtations, and how I loved to play along.

"Desperately. Will you deny me any further?"

"Darling…"

He offered his knee and I graciously accepted it between my legs, grinding my now soaked and freshly shaved pussy on his knee. I had not mentioned that I wasn't wearing panties. I mentally shrugged and reasoned that he would just have to wash his pants now!

Without breaking our tongue filled kiss, we tumbled onto the bed. There was no way I was going to settle for a short fuck tonight; I needed stamina. I secretly brought my toys in case he couldn't satisfy me, and I had every intention of fucking myself into oblivion to show him so if he couldn't. 

Him:

Her enthusiasm, as always, set me on fire. Her aggression thrilled me to no end. She nearly attacked me upon entering the room, and our tongues danced wildly as we slowly made our way to the bed. Removing our clothes one piece at a time, we devoured each other without compromise. Our tops came first, and it felt incredible to have just our bare chests pressed together as we continued kissing. We ground our hips together, eliciting moans into each other's wide-open mouth. We stayed like that for some time—kissing, grinding, building. The tension was exquisite. The air was so thick with desire that I could feel it press against my flesh. I pulled away and stood beside the bed, each of us surprised at how short of breath we were.

Suddenly, and between the dueling of our tongues, she spoke. 

"I want to sweat."

Without responding, I moved to the air conditioner and set the temperature to the hottest heat. She lay there panting, watching me intently. I moved to the foot of the bed and observed. With arms stretched playfully above her head, she lifted her stocking toes to graze across my chest. I moved to pull her skirt from her waist, and she lifted to accommodate my unwrapping. 

I was surprised and delighted to see her naked and clean-shaven pussy glistening with moisture between her legs. I licked my lips involuntary as I slowly descended and prepared for my feast. And then, like a Queen to her servant, she addressed me.

"Enjoy," adding only to it a devilish and cocky grin.

Her:

I have rarely seen him so turned on; he loved it when I gave him direction. His cock was visibly aching in his pants. As the room became warm and intoxicating, our eyes locked as he lowered his head between my legs. I put an extra pillow under my head so that I could comfortably watch his oral ministrations. Ever so delicately he began a slow lapping of the skin around and above my soaked pussy. The first contact shot through me like an electric shock. I arched my back as he continued his licking of the sensitive surrounding area. Every now and then he would cause me to take a deep intake of breath as he blew his own across my swollen lips. I began lifting my hips in an effort to meet his tongue.

"Yes, oh yes."

I could scarcely restrain my voice from exclaiming the soft pleasures he was wreaking on me. After many minutes of delectable torture, his tongue descended upon my outer lips like a warm stream. I nearly came there, but I held it in. He began a slow, methodical exploration of my pussy, first outside, then gradually working his way into my moist depths. Surely this was heaven. My legs contracted, and I could feel his smooth, soft face brush against my inner thighs. His efforts were now mixing with the heat in some dreamy atmospheric cocktail. He was definitely good; I smiled to myself as he softly nibbled on my clit just long enough before plunging his tongue deep inside me, repeating over and over and forcing me to clutch the sheets desperately.

In a hungry tone he gasped, "I could feast on you all night."

"Hmmm," I thought to myself.

Him:

Her pussy was the most luscious of any I had tasted—so soft and smooth and light in flavor. I was enraptured in my task. I darted my exercised tongue in and out and all around, making her body squirm. I sucked and tongued her swollen clit, frequently looking up to see her expressions that only encouraged me more. I feasted on her hole, sucking and savoring everything she could produce. I was in heaven. Her moans told me she was there with me. 

Few things bring me more pleasure than pleasing her, and what pleased me most was her reaction. She was alive and responsive; never dormant, and always outputting a collection of signals to direct my action. She was never content to lie there still. Every touch elicited a sigh, and every lick resulted in a moan. It was this constant parrying of sounds and signs that heightened our sensitivity to one another over the course of our many rendezvous.

Without warning I deftly slipped a long slender finger into her pussy, causing her to yelp. I curled my finger upward, massaging her G-spot, as my tongue concentrated on her throbbing clit. I rolled it between my full lips. Tongue and fingers worked together to peak her pleasure, and she came violently all over my face and hand; I kept licking. Her orgasm continued into multiples, and her cries became unintelligible slurs of horniness. My cock was a frenzied rod of nerves. I had to have her lips wrapped around it. But first I wanted to taste her ass.

"Get on all fours for me," I said while making no attempt to guise my fervor.

She thrust her magnificent ass into the warm air. I wasted no time in positioning myself behind her, also on all fours, and buried my face between her soft cheeks. She gasped violently as my tongue assaulted her tight hole. I freed my cock from its restraints and began a steady pumping with my fist.

"Mmmm dirty boy" she giggled infectiously. I had to be careful and she knew it; her words cut through my resistance like a hot blade. I was nearly powerless to prevent my orgasm once her talking picked up pace and intensity. Her tight asshole clenched my tongue like a vice, sucking it in deeper and deeper. My moans of delight were muffled by her quivering behind. I slipped two fingers into her thoroughly lubricated pussy and she exploded into a second round of climaxes. I devoured her ass and finger fucked her steadily until she collapsed from exhaustion.

PART II

Words. Collections of sounds and syllables. We always knew exactly which ones to use, and just exactly when. Words were important to our sex. Unlike to most, our words weren't funny or trashy. Our passionate expletives weren't contrived or synthetic. We insisted on connecting every available outlet to one another. Touching was not enough, nor was looking. We spoke and listened—before sex, after sex, but most importantly, during sex. We purged and let slip every identifiable thought and emotion to be procured by our coupling. We didn't pretend. We didn't act. It was, quite plainly, overwhelming, and there was no room for apprehension.

Her:

I parted my lips and said, "You thrill me with your willingness to do just about anything. Do you know that?" 

I knew he did, and I knew his response would be little more than another series of loving assaults on my flesh. Though my eyes were open, I could barely see. My whole body glowed like a burning ember. Every inch of me tingled. I had to have more. I shakily got up and pushed him down, hovering over him like a scheming cat. I purred as I bent down to lick his smooth chest and stomach. He rolled his head back and closed his eyes. Now it was my turn.

Very slowly I licked and kissed my way down his torso, letting my bare breasts graze over his fully erect and twitching cock. The sensations were mutually wonderful. Not before long my eyes were met with the sight of his cock, and my mouth watered. I let a slow drizzle of saliva coat its length. He was squirming in anticipation. I looked up into his eyes and was met with the most powerful gaze of erotic necessity. 

"How bad do you want this?" I asked him with a slight tone of importance. 

And then, much to my satisfaction, he calmly replied, "I don't want it. I need it. Give it to me."

Careful not to break our powerful eye contact, I took a long, slow, deliberate lick up the underside of his cock. I secretly rejoiced as I watched him fight to keep his eyes open. Our souls were joining quickly in a sexual bond that I will never underestimate. I lowered my warm, wet, and very willing mouth over his head, wrapping my lips delicately around him as I descended. His neck failed him, and he fell back onto the pillow, eliciting a potent sigh of bliss. 

His pleasure was simultaneously mine, and I found my hips grinding into the mattress as I began a slow but rhythmical blow job. Hearing his moans, however, proved too much for me to handle, and I snuck a hand down to play with my engorged clit. I moaned suddenly, and the consequent vibrations to his cock caused him to moan in turn. We began a primal communication of approving sounds, so carnal, yet so descriptive. I was dripping, and two fingers easily slipped inside of me.

Him:

She always knew how to suck me so perfectly: gently and steadily, caressing the length of my cock like a musician. My mind reeled, and my chest heaved. I could feel her sucking the strength, stress, and will from my body through the center of my being. Occasionally she would pause and run her tongue up and down, teasing me, letting me recover only to begin the building of pressure with her long slow sucking again. I conjured my only strength and put my hands to her head, running my fingers gently through her soft hair. She broke from her task and mused at her accomplishment.

"Getting close baby?" she sadistically paused to ask.

I moaned in confirmation. She knew talking like that was sure to drive me over the edge. I cherished our ability to transcend all verbal awkwardness and say what wanted to be said. Dutifully, she returned to her goal.

My passion grew, and I knew she would surely make me cum from this. I increased the intensity of my moans in an attempt to warn her of my approaching climax. Like the old familiar partner she was, she received and responded to my message with encouraging sounds of her own. We began a wordless exchange so evolved that the exact moment of my peak was clearly marked. I resisted until the pressure and pleasure was intolerable, and then let my orgasm occur. I was blinded with white light, and I felt the cum spurt violently from my cock into her mouth, flooding it. She swallowed it hungrily, always eager, ever ready to make my pleasure more spectacular with each moment. Spurt after spurt filled her mouth, until I was wonderfully drained.

Ever the sensualist, she took several firm last strokes to my cock with her tightened lips and climbed up my body like an aroused feline goddess. She looked into my eyes and I mustered a very satisfied smile. Suddenly she lowered her face and pressed her lips to mine. I was both surprised and delighted when I felt her tongue part my mouth and a warm tongue sought to deliver the taste of my own cum. She rarely disappointed me in her capacity to break taboos, and this was no exception. I eagerly dealt my tongue against hers as we mutually swallowed the creamy mixture. Our sweaty and naked bodies demanded more, and more I was definitely ready to give it. 

Her:

He always had the sweetest taste, not like others I have indulged. It was light and sweet without the slightest bitterness. At moments like this I craved his cum in larger quantities than he could supply, so I savored. As we kissed and shared, my pussy tingled that he was so willing to accept his own flavor. His shallow breath indicated that he was surely too exhausted to move, but it mattered not; I would accommodate his condition to achieve my own pleasure. With a wicked smile I playfully nibbled his ear, feeling his cock stir beneath me. 

"Hungry?" I asked. 

"Starving," was his breathless reply. 

Quickly but with graceful attempt I moved my body above him, facing his feet and straddling his chest, grinding my slippery lower lips all over his smooth and hairless torso. The sensation was indescribable, and I pushed hard against him to stimulate my most sensitive area.

It felt so wonderful to be like this with him: naked, covered in sweat, and wild. This sex was somehow different; it was more primal, and less concerned about appearance. I thrashed about on his hard chest, arching my back and grinding my slippery sex against him. My ass was mere inches from his face when I writhed my way towards the sensation of his hot and rapid breath.

Shortly then I ascended to his face, where I parted my legs and gently lowered my aching pussy to his open and ready mouth. The initial contact made me squeal like a little girl. He responded by cupping my ass with his hands and pulling me toward him. He proceeded to calmly devour me, thrusting his tongue in and out. With one hand clutching the sheet and one hand gripping his hair behind me, I gently rode his tongue like I would soon ride his cock. I looked back to inspect his condition, and was pleasantly surprised to see him hard as ever. Perhaps I wouldn't need my toys tonight after all!

PART III

Sex was different with her. Even the most perverse acts seemed justifiable, inexplicably transformed by our involvement into something pure, logical. Nothing seemed dirty with her. Only our flesh and our thoughts mattered, and nothing to come from either could be anything but completely appropriate.

To be continued…

Reception



My cousin Rachel got married recently and the reception was held at a gorgeous winery. The place had stone floors, lots of rich wood, and was bathed in candlight for the big night. The drink flowed and the music played and it was all quite magical.

I went alone because I had just broken up with my girlfriend of several years and wasn't in the mood for a date quite yet. I found myself sitting at the end of a big table with a bunch of people I barely knew. They were a mix of early 20s all the way into their 50s and 60s. Who they all were, I still don't know. We tried to introduce ourselves but the music was loud. After enough beer, I forgot their names anyway -- all of them except Lara.

She was alone, too, and sitting across from me. A woman in her late 40s, she was quite attractive in a somewhat worn, world-weary way. Her black hair was piled high in a bun and she had wonderful dark, thick-lashed eyes. Her full lips were enhanced by light pink lipstick. She was a little heavyset, but I liked the way she filled her black dress, which revealed lots of cleavage. I had to fight to keep my gaze on her face when we talked.

"So you couldn't get a date, either," I said when I realized she was alone. The music had gotten soft and she was just sitting there looking vaguely bored.

"Ahh, he's a bastard," she said with a sigh. HE turned out to be her boyfriend Tony. They'd had a fight. He was the extremely jealous type. She gave me all the gory details. She wasn't too happy.

Lara had been drinking pretty heavily and I could tell she was buzzed, but as we made chit-chat, she grew warmer and more animated. We compared family notes (she was the groom's cousin). I liked her although she had about 10 years on me. I especially liked her after she got up to go to the ladies room. Her very sexy, curvy figure filled her dress and my gaze fell immediately on her fishnet stockings and black heels.

"Wanna dance?" she asked after she returned. The meal was over and the floor was filling with people as the pace and volume of the music picked up.

"Sure," I said. I normally hate dancing, but I'd had enough booze to not care much about how I looked. And I wanted to get to know Lara more.

She left her shoes at the table, and we moved around the floor to the usual dance tunes. Some couples were getting a little risque with their grinding and Lara seemed inspired by it. She began shaking her ass and making her ample breasts jiggle. At one point, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me into her. Her body felt plush and she smelled nice, although a little like gin and tonic. I smiled at her and she gazed at me intently for a second before smiling back. I could feel a sexual tension starting to build.

We worked up a bit of a sweat. Shortly after returning to our table, I dropped a fork and leaned down to get it. When I glanced up, Lara had parted her legs so I could see the neat landing strip of dark pubic hair between her thighs. She had a plump and very sexy mons. I guess she knew what I was looking at because she spread her legs more and I could see the swollen hood of her clit and the dark shadow of her anus.

When I came back up, I must have looked a little flustered. Lara just smiled, downed her drink and said, "I need some fresh air. Want to come outside?"

I went, of course, with my eyes fixed on the sway of her lush ass as she walked. We left the booming music and swirling lights behind and found ourselves alone on a big stone balcony overlooking a silent vineyard. The night sky was lit by a full moon. We stood together against the stone railing and took in the view.

"I'm really into you," she said, giving me a sideways glance. She looked pretty drunk, but this was going to be intriguing.

"I like you, too," I said. "I'm glad we met. Would have been a drag if I hadn't."

"Do you like me?" she asked, turning to me. "I'd like to do you, but he'd know..."

I was stunned, and all I could say was, "Wow. I'm flattered...you're a very lovely lady..."

"Tell him that," she said sourly. "He'd find out if we did. I have to go home and he's probably going to want some when I get there..."

"Sounds like a real charmer," I said.

"He is," she said, slurring her words a bit and leaning against me. "You make me horny..."

"Wow. That's great," I laughed. "I haven't had that effect on anyone in a while..."

I slipped my arm around her shoulder and she nuzzled my neck. "Touch me," she whispered.

Not sure what to do, I let my hand course down her side to her hip and then her ass, so broad and firm. She purred, "Mmmmm" when I gave it a squeeze.

"You're driving me nuts," she said.

She was doing the same to me. I was getting hard. I wanted her, but where? How? This whole situation was so weird, so unexpected. There we were alone, and the drink and the moonlight got the best of us.

As Lara pressed against me, I caressed her ass. I think we both felt the thrill of possibly getting caught, and that made what happened next possible.

"I want to taste you," I said.

"Mmmm," she said, with a delighted shiver.

"Come here," I told her, taking her by the hand and leading her around a corner of the building. We were now in a corner of the balcony, somewhat out of sight, but hardly safe from being discovered. Still, I was so horny I didn't care.

As Lara leaned against the waist-high raiing, I stood behind her, my hands on her shoulders and kissed her neck. She sighed and rocked her head back against me.

"We can't fuck here," she said. "And I can't fuck you...he'll know as soon as he touches me there..."

"No need to fuck. Just enjoy...."

I dropped to my knees and heard Lara's breath catch as I ran my hands over her hips and lifted her dress. Her bare ass was gorgeous -- plump and framed by a black garter belt and those thigh-high fishnets. I palmed each cheek and Lara leaned forward, spreading her legs a little wider. The moonlight was bright enough that I could see the swollen lips of her cunt. 

What we were doing felt dreamlike, and it was intensely arousing. I kissed the smooth cool skin of each round buttock, occasionally running my tongue over them. Lara moaned softly. She was into what I was doing. 

Gently palming her ass again, I parted the cheeks slightly and savored the musky scent in her cleft. It turned me on so much that my cock began to ache and leak precum.

"Mmmm, your ass smells good...I want to taste it..."

"Oooh, yeah," she whispered, reaching back with her red-fingernailed hands and pulling her cheeks wider apart. Her anus was gorgeous: a dark, inviting pucker in a circle of soft wrinkled skin. The cleft of her ass was warm, slick and salty as I ran my tongue along it, from the edge of her cunt, over her anus and on up. 

"Mmmm," Lara moaned, insistently pushing her bare rear against my face. I slowly licked her anus and was hugely excited by its slightly salty bitterness. 

"Your ass tastes so good," I whispered and she shuddered. Squeezing her cheeks, I swirled my tongue around her anus, covering it with broad, flat strokes. The scent and taste of her luscious rear was driving me wild with lust. I licked intently, thrilling to the sounds she was making.

Lara's delicious asshole relaxed and admitted the tip of my tongue. "Oh, fuck, yeah..." she sighed, pushing her ass against my face again.

"So good," I moaned before inserting my extended tongue deeper inside her musky anus. I swirled it on the rubbery inner wall and pushed even deeper. The taste was incredibly exciting and Lara's arousal only made me probe and lick more avidly. The scent of her rear and the feeling of those big, soft cheeks against my face made me want to come.

Lara beat me to it. She moaned and shook, and I could feel the walls of her anus clenching my tongue as it slid in and out.

Her orgasm had barely subsided when I heard people coming out onto the balcony. I quickly stood up and Lara's dress fell back into place. She seemed almost wobbly as she turned to me with a very dreamy look in her eyes.

"That was nice," she said, touching the tip of my nose.

And so we went back inside. Lara left not long after, simply gathering her things and heading for the door. She did stop to look back and give me a sly smile. I waved, still amazed by what had happened. And still intensely horny.

Later that night, I got myself off in the darkness of my parked car. I had to if I wanted to drive home with any kind of focus. The scent of Lara's ass was still on my face, the taste fresh in my mind. I came hard, my spurting penis filling my palm with gobs of warm, white semen that dripped onto my thighs, Some even landed on the steering wheel. As I cleaned it up with some tissues, I just hoped Tony was none the wiser after Lara got home. She's a special lady.



Reception



I had to get the new password for the WiFi from the receptionist at the hostel I am staying at so I went up 16 stairs from the basement kitchen and made my way to the office. She was sitting down in front of the window and greeted me and asked how I was. I noticed she was wearing a shirt revealing her cleavage. Although it seemed like she is 10 years older and she is somewhat chubby I didn't mind flirting a little. Handing me a piece of paper with the password she said, "...it means tipsy, the password," and I couldn't help but think this is exactly what she wanted: to have all the men in the hostel come to her and with her cleavage out have them imagine being tipsy. I imagined being tipsy and I thought about sucking on her tits. Then she proceeded to look into my eyes and convey that she would like some attention tipsy or not. Anyway the moment passed and I went back down to my room. 

I finished some work on my laptop and left to buy groceries for lunch. I walked up the 16 stairs and down the hall past the office to the front door when I noticed a sign: "SEX... now that we have your attention we are notifying you of a change to the password at the front door." So now I was thinking of sex and walked back to the office, and I met those attention-seeking eyes once more. 

"Hi, again," I said, not trying to show I was thinking dirty things about her. I knew she was happy. 

"So that means she's fair game right?" I thought,

"Fuck I am so horny I don't mind." And her eyes lit up more as if she could read my thoughts, which were not hard to read.

After lunch I came back to work on my laptop. While I was working I kept thinking about those tits and her eyes, and how much I would love to have her on her knees with my fat cock in her slobbering mouth. She was older, so what? So I devised a plan to bring her down into my room. The only problem was that she had her partner and her daughter who might be there at the hostel. I went back up the stairs to tell her there was something wrong with the safe in my locker. She gave big eyes at the prospect but remained reserved about the fact she was going to be in my room. Again, all I could think about was how much I wanted to cover her face with my pearly semen and have her ask for more. Even still it seemed like she knew what I was thinking and wanted me to be even dirtier. We both smiled and looked away quickly as if this was not happening at all.

I went back downstairs to my room and when I was getting stuff ready for the symphony one of the girls staying in my room walked in. I told her about a concert tonight and she seemed really interested, and she said she was going to take a shower. As she cleaned herself I sat on the top bunk and listened ambiently to both my music and what was going on in the shower. When I heard some slopping sounds I took off one ear of my headphones and I heard the running of the water in the shower and sat up straight. Then I heard it: the soft escape of a moan. I perked up and threw my headphones off. The sound of the water kept coming and then I heard it again, a higher pitched groan. She knew I was just in the room, and we were going to have a little date tonight and here she was masturbating in the shower? 

My mind was racing and the head in my pants told me to strip down and get in the shower by any means possible. I slipped off the top bunk and over to the door of the bathroom. With my ear against the door I could hear the water much louder, and

when I heard another soft whimper I pulled my shorts down, spat into my hand, and started rubbing my semi-hard cock, which was becoming harder by the second. I spit in my hand again and as I pumped I nudged the door a little and found that she had not locked it. A hot burst of steam escaped from the room and I could see her now: her curvy wet body with her fingers fucking herself from behind.. she was facing the wall and couldn't see that the door had opened. She was really moaning now and I was completely erect. And then something unexpected happened: the door to the room opened and I looked over to see the receptionist entering with her back turned to me. There was little I could do to hide what I was doing and when she turned to face me after shutting the door she stood there staring right at my erect 8" cock while I pumped away. I saw her tits hanging out and said the first thing that came to my mind,

"Take off your shirt," and for a second I thought of how much of an idiot I was because she just stood there, mesmerized. The water of the shower kept streaming and the girl let out a loud groan now and I seized the opportunity.

"Take off your shirt you little slut and get on your knees," I said.

Without a word she did what I said. Slowly, her arms crossed and her hands reached down to lift her black shirt above her head while she got to her knees in one move. 

"That's good, now come masturbate me," I commanded. 

She reached her hand out to grab my stiff cock and I put my hands up above my head, with the girl in the shower now moaning more and more often, the slopping sound of her fingers fucking her pussy. 

"Spit on my cock," I said to the receptionist. 

She did what I said, and now the slopping sound of my cock being dutifully pumped almost matched the rhythm of the girl's hand pounding away in the shower.

The receptionist let out a little moan, got to her knees, and then threw her lips onto the tip of my cock. I thought about denying her the right to suck my cock but relented and said,

"You like that, don't you?" I asked, and grabbed the back of her head and thrust my cock down her throat. With only a slight protest she gagged and coughed on my cock and the moaning from the girl in the shower signaled that she was coming to orgasm and the door to the shower shook from her thrusting against her hips onto her hand. The receptionist doubled her efforts and I was now fucking her throat without issue. She paused for a minute and stroked my slobbery cock when the water to the shower shut off. I grabbed the receptionist's head and put her mouth back onto my cock and she obeyed. Looking into the cracked door of the bathroom I could see the girl open the shower door. Her tits were round and perky and her body was dripping wet. 

She had a little patch of hair down by her crotch but it was nicely trimmed. My hands held either side of the receptionist's head as I fucked her throat, and then the girl looked to the door and gasped. I pushed the door open and she looked at the half-naked receptionist with her throat all the way down my cock and then up to my eyes, and back down to my crotch. Without hesitation I said, 

"Here," and pulled the receptionist's face off my dick and offered it to the naked girl, 

"Why don't you join us?" I asked, but with the tone of a command. But the girl just stood there looking at us. She stared, and her nipples swelled. She probably had expected to meet me back in the room by myself when she re-entered the room but all the same: she was still horny and I knew it.

"Or better yet," I said, and as I waddled into the bathroom I kicked off my shorts, put my hands on the girls hips, and ever so lightly turned her towards the sink: she resisted slightly but when I caressed her ass she let out a moan, the moan which had started all of this and she stuck her hips out like she had in the shower. 

"That's right," I coaxed, "let's put something real in that tight little pussy instead of your tiny little fingers," and she let out a tiny moan in anticipation. I pushed her legs apart, rubbed my cock along her inner thigh, up to her groin, and then plowed without stopping all the way into her pussy and she groaned loudly. With one hand on the sink she put the other against the mirror in front of her, but then the receptionist stood up as if to leave.

"Where, the fuck do you think, you're going?" I asked between thrusts. The pussy I was fucking was much tighter than whatever the older receptionist would have so I said, 

"Take off your fu-uh-uh-cking ski-r-rt," and she did what she was told.

I pulled my fuck-rod out of the girl and turned her around and told them both to get on their knees. They were so turned on and mesmerized by my big fat cock that they did as they were told.



Reception Desk Rendezvous



Tony leaned against the wall, watching Laura as she walked past, the two exchanging a quick smile and a gentle caress. They'd been dating for two months now and sleeping together for the last one, and there wasn't a moment that he looked at her and didn't feel desire course though his veins. 

Today was no different as he felt his heart beat a little faster and his mouth dry a bit. Licking his lips, he waited until she was out of sight before he pushed from the wall and headed for her huge L-shaped reception desk. Dropping down, he crawled to the side so he'd be out of sight and then waited for her to return.

He had planned it all out in advance, arranging for most of his co-workers to be off site at a huge meeting downtown, leaving the two of them there along with one or two others that worked way in the back. It meant they had some privacy but there was still some risk, just the kind of setting he wanted to make one of her fantasies come true.

Soon he heard the click of her heels as she returned and took her seat, sliding part of the way under the desk. Carefully and quietly he moved into position and then swallowed hard. She had no idea he had planned all of this and it was either going to go really bad fast or really good slowly.

Reaching out, his warm hands lightly wrapped around her ankles and he suddenly tugged, drawing her chair all the way under. A half-squeal could be heard above him and then she pushed against the edge, trying to roll back. She made it just far enough to see under the desk, her gaze meeting his, causing her jaw to drop. He raised one finger to his lips, telling her to stay quiet, and then wrapped his hand back around her ankle. She swallowed hard and then nodded though he could tell she was nervous.

Smiling, he pulled her back under and then slowly spread her legs wider, giving him a perfect view up her skirt. She was wearing a sexy pair of lace panties and the sight made him hard instantly. Swallowing, he bent down and slowly placed one kiss against her ankle then shifted and did the same to her other. She jumped at the contact but then settled down and he moved his lips again, nipping her skin. His tongue laved over the spot as he moved higher, nipping a second time then a third, both in the same spot. 

It marked her well and he tenderly licked the spot then switched to her other leg and repeated it. His palmed glided over her skin then, slowly caressing her legs as they moved higher, followed by his lips and tongue. Each spot he stopped at got a harder nip and a lick, sometimes followed by a kiss. Her legs had begun to tremble by then, little movements that he felt under his grip, but he didn't stop.

Reaching her upper calves, he bit harder, locking his teeth in her skin to mark her, drawing a moan from above. Sucking softly over the spot, he switched sides again but this time only kissed her leg before licking it. His hands reached her knees then and slowly slide higher, fingers caressing her inner thighs as his wrists caught her skirt and began to push it upward. More and more skin was exposed to his sight and he let his tongue swirl around the insides of her knees for a moment, drawing another moan from her lips. 

His fingers dug into her thighs then and spread her legs further, opening her to him. It caused the panties to press into her folds, letting him see more than she'd probably intended. He could smell her arousal now and see the dampness that coated her panties and it drew a smile to his lips. Leaning forward, he drew his tongue slowly up the inside of her thigh, getting more moans in return, and then drew it back down the other one.

Swirling his tongue around her knees again, he suddenly leaned forward and nipper her inner thigh hard, catching her skin just right, marking it. Then he sucked the spot between his lips, intent on reddening her skin more, his tongue teasing it. He could feel her braced against the desk now, her legs almost shutting and so he released and bit again, getting a deep moan as a reward. 

Moving to her other inner thigh next, he nipped his way higher and higher, leaving her a quivering mess by the time he reached her panties. Reaching up with a hand, he slowly ran his fingers over her folds, pressing the material into her. It caused her hips to jerk and her moans to roll freely, though he could tell she was trying to stifle them. 

Finally, he pushed her panties to the side, exposing her swollen pussy. The sight caused him to suck in a breath and he hardened fully, his cock straining against his pants. 

"Damn" he whispered suddenly, lost in the site of his girl thoroughly drenched.

Regaining his senses, he nipped her inner thigh high up, catching her skin and tugging on it, then moved to the other side. As he did though, his tongue darted out and brushed over her clit, causing her to jerk hard. Smiling, he nipped her other thigh one last time and then settled in for a little feast.

Staring at the wetness oozing out of her, he slowly ran his tongue the length of her slit, grabbing as much moisture as he could. The moan he received made him groan and he did it again and again, fighting her hips as they bucked under his grip. More moisture flooded out and he sucked it down.

Taking a deep breath, lost in her smell, he began to eat her out, his tongue stroking over her folds, pressing deeper and deeper until it lightly stroked over her entrance then darting out to flick over her clit, teasing it. Reaching up, he spread her folds and slowly eased his tongue inside her, riding the movements of her hips as he did. He heard a hand pound the desk above and almost laughed before taking another lick.

Pushing her chair back a little, he looked up at her, heat in his gaze. She stared back, her lower lip swollen where she'd been biting it and her face flushed. "Mine" he whispered softly to her, drawing a gasp in return. "Mine, whenever, wherever, and however I want" he said again. Then tightening his fingers on her thighs, he pulled her under again.

His tongue went to work on her, slowly teasing at her folds until he had her writhing, then attacking her clit. She was a mewling mess above him, so wet and needy for his touch, that he knew it was time to finish it. Reaching up with his fingers, he slowly drew them over her folds then shifted his mouth so it locked around her clit. 

As he began to suckle at it, his tongue flicking over it, he massaged her pussy with those digits, making her squirm more. Then suddenly he sucked hard, his teeth scraping down the edge of her clit, causing her to moan loudly. At the same time, he plunged those two fingers deep, spearing her pussy with them, impaling her on his flesh. 

That's all it took as her legs and hips shook, moan after moan following, until the flood of juices came, her climax pushing them out. He fingered her throughout it, drawing her pleasure out, but then he placed his lips at her entrance and drank her essence down.

When she was finally done, her legs relaxing in his grip, he pushed her chair back and smiled at her. "Mine" he whispered again, his voice barely a whisper. Then he slid his drenched fingers between his lips and slowly sucked them clean. She bit her lip as she watched and then suddenly reached down and gripped his tie, dragging him out.

"Then you better take what's yours" she whispered as she drew him to his feet and kissed him, her body molding to his. When he finally broke it, he reached down and unplugged the phone and took her hand in his. 

"Oh, I plan too" he replied as he drew her down the hall and closed his office door behind them.



Reception Encounter



Lindsay licked her lips. She would love to know the man in the tuxedo. She'd been eyeing him ever since the ceremony when she saw him standing next to the groom. He had a pair of sinfully full lips that she wanted to suck on and thick, silky dark hair she wanted to run her fingers through. She caught his eye and slowly, teasingly licked her lips.

Tim caught sight of the tall, leggy blonde during the receiving line but hadn't had the chance to meet her yet. She was wearing a short, dark pink skirt with a matching jacket and stiletto shoes. He saw her watching him out of the corner of his eye and turned to look at her, his gaze curious. When she slowly licked her hips he felt his cock twitch and harden with interest.

Lindsay watched as he quirked an eyebrow at her. In that second she wanted him with a ferocity that surprised her. She enjoyed sex and had it often, but the look this man gave her...she could feel her nipples hardening and her cunt lips getting moist. The jacket he was wearing did nothing to hide the breadth of his shoulders. She took one hand and slid it from the back of her neck down, circling a breast, enjoying the feel of her nipples hardening even more, before traveling down to the hem of her skirt.

Tim watched as the blonde's fingers circle the hardened nub of her nipple. He felt his cock harden and thicken even more as he approached the state of full arousal. Her fingers skimmed the hem of her skirt, teasing him. He shifted uncomfortably as she slid her fingers under the edge, stroking the inside of her thigh. He suddenly wanted to be those fingers. When she stood up he straightened. She was going to come over to him. She dipped a finger into her champagne glass and brought it to her mouth, sucking off the liquid before turning and walked to the entrance.

Lindsay watched his eyes, watched how his lids lowered as she stroked the inside of her thigh. She thought sucking the champagne off her finger was inspired. Hopefully he was too, took the hint, and decided to follow her. She walked slowly giving her hips that extra little swing to seduce him.

Tim watched her hips swaying as she walked away, enticing him with every swish. He was hard and throbbing as her swaying hips brought forth images of his hands clasping them as he buried his length inside her. He knew he had to have a piece of that ass, and soon. He quickly finished off his drink and then followed her out the door and down the hall.

Lindsay stood in front of the bathroom mirror and primped her hair. She really hoped he followed her. She was itchy, needy, and she just knew he would be able to scratch all her spots. The moisture between her legs had thickened with the thought of him following her, meeting her. The question was, would he? She heard the door open and her heart sped up. A low snick, the sound of a lock being engaged, pierced the silence. She turned just as he rounded the corner. Mrrowww. He looked even better up close.

"So, was that little show you put on for my benefit or for every guy in the vicinity?" Tim asked her as he approached her.

"It was mainly for your benefit," she replied, noticing his hard cock straining the front of his pants. "But if you weren't interested I would have appreciated anyone willing to take up the gauntlet," she lied. She wanted him and she was going to have him, no matter what it took.

"Oh, I'm interested. I would have to be dead to not be interested," he replied with a grin as he stroked a hand over his erection.

"Are you going to do anything about it? she asked leaning back against the vanity, her weight on her arms.

"I'm thinking about it," he replied, intrigued by how the move pushed her breasts out, making her already hard nipples even more obvious. He was hard and achy and had every intention of burying his cock deep inside her, but he was also curious to see how far she'd actually go.

"Can I do anything to convince you?" she asked throatily as she spread her legs a little. God, she was so wet she was surprised it wasn't dripping down her legs.

"I don't know. Can you?" he replied, grinning even wider as her skirt stretched to its limits. 

Lindsay straightened and ran her hands up her thighs, pulling at her skirt before crossing to her torso and unbuttoning her jacket. She stopped wanting to draw out the anticipation of the moment. The jacket hung open but didn't reveal anything more than the fact she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Is that all you have?" he goaded. Her skirt had raised just enough to give him a shadowy glimpse between her thighs before her hands had moved to her jacket. His cock was straining the front of his tuxedo pants. He wanted to see more, much more, but she was playing the tease. Surprisingly, he was enjoying it.

Lindsay looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on his visible erection. Licking her lips, she stepped toward him, her jacket brushing her hardened nipples and sending tingles through her breasts and down to her aching pussy.

"Oh no. I have much, much more," she whispered huskily into his ear. Reaching out, she wrapped one hand around his cock and continued, "It seems that you have a lot as well."

"Baby you don't know the half of it," he growled lowly. Her scent wafted up to him, hot, spicy, erotic. His cock surged with blood, thickening him to full hardness as she clasped him in her hand. 

Lindsay sucked on his earlobe as her hand stroked his cock feeling him jump and thicken in her hand. "I want to know the whole of it," she replied, squeezing him.

"Jesus!" he groaned. Grabbing the back of her head, he pulled her mouth away from his ear before slamming his lips down on hers. His tongue thrust deep inside her mouth, stroking each and every crevasse, twining with her tongue. She tasted sweet, spicy, and a little hot. Almost like cinnamon candies. He walked her backward to the counter top and one hand reached inside her jacket to find her hard, aching nipples. He heard her groan deep in her throat as his fingers plucked and pinched. Her breasts were soft mounds that fit in his hands. Her nipples hardened and tightened even more as he plucked, pinched and rolled them between his fingers. His mouth watered with the thought of tasting them, rolling them around his tongue.

Lindsay couldn't believe he'd actually accepted her challenge. She couldn't believe that in less than five minutes he'd managed to lose control and plunge his tongue inside her mouth. He tasted good, all hot and dark. Male. She was unable to restrain the groan that worked its way up from her throat when his hand found her nipples and began pinching them. She could feel the wetness of her arousal on the inside of her thighs now. Reaching around she clasped his ass in her hands and spread her legs, pulling him against her as her hips rocked against his. His cock pressed right against her clit, the rocking motions causing little sparks of fire as her orgasm approached.

Tim pulled away breathing hard. He had never been so hard, so aroused in his life. His cock was throbbing, pulsing. He pushed at the opening of her jacket to see her breasts when she moaned, "No. I need you in me...now."

Turning her around to face the mirror, he bent her over, one hand at the nape of her neck the other on her hips. He looked at her in the mirror, taking in the high color of arousal on her face, her drowsy eyes, and her passion-slicked, swollen lips. He looked down her body to the tight, curved ass only inches from his throbbing cock. Using the hand on her hip he lifted her skirt revealing a bare-naked ass to his gaze.

"Spread your legs," he commanded.

Lindsay did as instructed, her stiletto heels raising her ass temptingly towards him. 

"No panties?" he asked as he viewed her dripping pussy.

"Never wear them," she replied, breathless. "Don't own any."

Tim's fingers slipped between her legs to find her clean-shaven as well as wet and slippery. "Damn," he groaned as a finger slid through her slick folds, "So soft."

Lindsay arched her back and pressed against his finger. She desperately wished he would get on with it. Looking in the mirror she saw the flush darkening his cheekbones and the lust darkening his eyes. She heard his heavy breathing as though he was trying to control himself.

"Look. I really don't need foreplay," she panted. "I'm so hot and wet that I just need you to fuck me. Now."

Tim looked at her in the mirror then quickly unfastened his pants and reached into his wallet for a condom before his pants fell.

Lindsay panted faster, desperately aroused, as she watched him tear open the foil packet, position the condom over his cock and quickly roll it down his length.

"Hurry," she pleaded spreading her legs wider.

Tim licked his lips and positioned himself at her entrance, grasped her hips and slid deep with one hard thrust.

"Christ," he grunted as her pussy expanded to take his length. Quickly he pulled out and rammed home again. Shit. She fit him so well. He increased his pace and the force of his thrusts as he watched her in the mirror. He could see her breasts, shadowed by her jacket, dangling above the counter top, swaying back and forth in counter rhythm to his thrusts. He tilted her hips a little more, changing the angle of his thrusts, and heard her moan on approval.

Lindsay was going to die. He filled her up with his first thrust. Filled her like no man ever had. He thrust in and out of her at a frenetic pace. She moaned her approval when he changed the angle of his thrusts. His hips slapped against her ass, his balls hitting her clit with every thrust. She pushed back against him, tightening her pussy muscles as she did so. Keeping her muscles tight she pulled forward and thrust back again. Oh God. Right. There. She was so close "Oh. Oh, yeah. God," she groaned. "Oh fuck me."

Tim felt her push back against him, her pussy squeezing him tight and he emitted a low growl. His cock thickened and hardened preparing for his orgasm. His balls drew up tight as she repeated the motion. The top of his head was going to explode if she didn't come soon. "Come on baby. Let me feel you come all over my cock," he grunted. Pulling out, he rotated his hips as he thrust hard and deep one more time. A low moan reached his ears as her body clamped down on his, her back arched and her head bowed.

Lindsay didn't know what he did but he suddenly thrust hitting every one of her pressure points and her climax abrubtly screamed through her. She heard him bellow, "Shit yeah," as his body jerked against hers, his climax setting off another round of explosions deep inside her. God, he can fuck me anytime, she thought dimly as his body collapsed against hers.

"Damn," Tim said standing up as his breathing slowed, "that was the best fuck I've had in years."

"I knew you would be good the minute I saw you," Lindsay replied still breathless herself.

Tim slid the rest of the way out of her, pulled off the condom and turned to deposit it in the trashcan. He turned back to watch her shimmy her skirt down over her ass and he felt his cock begin to harden again. What the hell! He'd never gotten hard so soon after exploding his balls in a mind-numbing climax. Bemused, he watched her refasten her jacket.

"Aren't you going to fasten up?" she asked, amused.

"What? Huh?" he stuttered. 

Lindsay gestured to his pants in the mirror. Looking down, Tim realized his pants were still around his hips, his semi-erect cock visible. "Oh, yeah." Tim quickly pulled his pants up and stuffed himself back inside before fastening them and straightening his cummerbund. He watched in the mirror as Lindsay fluffed her hair, wiped her smeared lipstick off and reapplied a new coat.

"You look like you've got something on your mind," Lindsay said, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"I just realized I don't know your name."

"Does it matter?"

"Usually I know a little bit about a woman before I take her to bed," he replied

"You didn't take me to bed," she said, nodding toward the counter.

"Semantics," he replied although now he was thinking about having her in a bed. Soft, wet, and totally spread for his enjoyment.

"I know that look," she commented.

"What look?"

"The look that wonders if there's enough time to do it again before people start missing us."

"That's not what I'm wondering," Tim said, shaking his head. "Do you do this often?"

"This? Have sex in a bathroom with a stranger?"

"Yeah."

"Never. Usually I know their name first. That way they're no longer a stranger."

"So I was a special case?"

Lindsay turned to face him. Stepping close to him she leaned in and licked his lips. One hand grabbed his semi-erect cock and began stroking it with expertise.

"Shit," Tim moaned in pleasure throwing his head back.

"Honey, with the way you made me come, you can be anything you want to be." With that Lindsay gave his cock one hard squeeze and walked out the door.

"Bitch." Tim said, smiling with wry amusement as he adjusted himself.



Reception Rendezvous



It really wasn't totally my fault that our sex life had become a bit, well, bland. Of course, we had sex and regularly, but it was more comfortable and expected than anything else. I suppose it just comes from being together for awhile and finally understanding how to satisfy your partner. The trouble was that we knew how to please each other and did so, without any interesting ways of getting there. It was more, "I'm randy. Let's shag."

I've always had a voracious appetite for sex, as do you. When we first started making love, there was plenty of teasing and toying with each other. We barely made it home to get our hands on each other, and I'd always wondered what it would be like to go that extra step with you.

I was sitting contemplating all of this as I got ready to go out tonight. One of our friends had gotten married and invited us to the reception. We both didn't mind receptions too much, at least after the speeches, toasts, and "thank you's" were over. I smile at my reflection as you come up behind me and kiss my cheek. Tonight will be fun for a change.

Before going in, we take advantage of the open bar and sip glasses of red wine, making idle chat, smiling and greeting old friends and acquaintances. When the bell chimes for us to enter, I have you slide my coat from my shoulders. I hear you gasp slightly as more and more of my back is revealed. I wear a deep scarlet dress that loosely fell to just above my rear. The dress itself is floor length, boasting a long split up to my thigh. There is a rhinestone necklace to hold the dress on, revealing just enough of my décolletage to be decent and enticing I must admit, I dressed to impress you, and it seems to do the trick as you take my arm and we enter the hall. 

As some eyes turn to us, you smile a bit proudly, and whisper, "You look absolutely stunning." I return your smile with a chaste kiss on the lips, and the evening begins. As the speeches progress before dinner, I cross my legs. Your eyes travel between the speaker and me as I scoot my chair as close as possible to you. You reach to hold my hand on the table, but I slowly move it into my lap. I trace your finger up the open split, and you shoot me a pleasantly surprised look as you feel the lace of my thigh highs, my smooth skin above it, and the strap of a garter.

I lay my head on your shoulder so my lips are close to your ear. "Do you approve, love?" My hand snakes around yours into your lap and feels a slight bulge forming there. I stroke softly, and kiss you a bit. "Mm hmm, I think you do." I let my warm breath tease your neck seeing the little hairs rise. I move my chair from you sliding back enough that the top of my stocking is in your line of sight if you glance down which I know you will do now.

The speeches end, and the meal begins. I leave my basically bare thigh in view for you, occasionally uncrossing my legs to rub my thighs together enticingly to grab your attention. When we finish our salad, I reach for a breadstick, catching your eye. I run my tongue over the tip of it as if it were your cock. My tongue runs over the length of it, and then I suck it into my mouth slowly, never losing your gaze. My hand once again roams into your lap, and I squeeze gently. 

You clear your throat to cover a moan. "Baby, what are you doing?" 

"Oh, nothing." I smile and just then our entrees arrive. Dinner passes without incident, until I drop my fork on the floor. "Honey, would you mind...?" I give you an innocent look, and you go under the table to fetch my utensil. I guide your face with my stiletto between my legs which I spread wide for you. You can clearly smell my arousal, and I push your face closer to my pussy with my hand. I press my knees around your face and you feel the smoothness of my stockings on your skin. You run your tongue over the lace, and it is my turn to clear my throat to disguise a moan. Your hand reaches between my legs to my panties, and I feel the cold metal of my fork press my clit as you slip inside them. 

I catch the eyes of a couple watching my face flush and your prolonged absence. I let your face free, and my chair move back. You come back to your seat, and I whisper into your ear, "It seems we have some admirers." I nod my head towards the couple who are now engaged in a heated debate casting furtive glances in our direction. You lean closer to me, and we kiss briefly. This time my tongue makes its way into your mouth, and I wink at you as we pull apart slowly. 

Dessert comes, and I let the eyes at the table wander to me as I lick the whipped cream from my spoon meaningfully. You respond in kind by putting a little on your finger and offering it to me. I lick and suck at it slowly; my green eyes alight with the fire of passion. I see the gold flecks in your hazel eyes dance with desire as well, and I know it is time. 

The music has begun, and you ask me to dance. Our chairs scrape as we rise and make our way to the floor, your arm around my waist. Several eyes follow us, and we can hear the whispers from our table, but we pay them no mind. We swing onto the floor as a disco song begins. I smirk as I sway my hips to the music, getting ever closer to you. I start a slow grind against you as my breasts bounce tantalizingly. My nipples begin to grow erect as I feel you grow harder against me. Your hands go to my ass, squeezing, massaging, and caressing through the fabric. Our faces redden and breaths quicken as we dance this way for two numbers. 

Finally the music slows, and you hold me even closer to you. Our bodies mold to each other and press tightly. My nipples are hard against your chest as they rub against you in our slow sway. I move one of your hands into the scooped back of my dress, and you pull on the thin strap of my thong. 

I gasp and moan softly into your ear. "Baby, when you do that it rubs on my clit. Ooh..." Your other hand cups one of my breasts in your hand and flicks your thumb over my nipple. I moan as you tug up the strap of my thong. I grind my hips to feel the fabric rub my clit harder. Doing so makes me excite your cock even more. You press back against me in a dry hump. My pussy is wet, nearly dripping down my thigh now. I know you can smell my desire rising up between us. Our bodies are sweating and nearly glowing with the sexual tension.

I feel the heat and press of the other couples on the dance floor. There are several knowing eyes trained on us as I clutch you tightly. Our dance is certainly no longer just that; it is a tease, an obvious dance of seduction, passion, and desire. I grip your cock through the linen of your pants, and I hear you moan in response. "Follow me," I tell you, and I pull you behind me off the floor, onto a balcony lined with a stone bench. 

Some couples are out there to enjoy the fresh air, smoke, or cool down. The moon is full, and the deep blue sky twinkles with stars. The night is cool, but we have each other. I turn into your arms as we step off into the shadowy side of the balcony. You shrug off your suit jacket, and I tug you to me by your tie. Our lips clash together, and we cling to each other lost in passion. I'm sure the quickness of our step has attracted attention, but we don't care. I suck your bottom lip softly then take your tongue deep into my mouth, sucking, toying, tasting. Your hands tease my breasts again, and I moan louder this time. I deftly undo your belt and free your cock. Your legs press against the bench and you sit down, grabbing my hips. 

You kiss and nibble my ear and neck as my hand reaches to stroke your cock. I reach to undo the clasp of the necklace holding up my dress, and my matching black lace bra appears with cut-outs for my nipples. You moan and attack first one nipple, biting and sucking the already hard flesh. You lick the areola tenderly on each, as I moan and tremble. A fresh stream of juices floods my pussy. 

As I continue stroking you, I feel a little pre-cum seep into my palm, and I drop to my knees. I lick your full length up and then use just my lips to suck back to the head. I tease your balls in my hand, squeezing and rolling them as I suck your head. My head bobs up and down just the head before I move to lick and suck your balls. Your head lolls back as you moan. 

Working my way back up to the head of your cock, I engulf you inside my warm, wet mouth. My teeth graze your shaft teasingly as I suck you deeper to the back of my throat. My motions are fast as you drive your hips into my mouth, fucking me. You look down and see the moon catch the red highlights of my chestnut brown hair now tucked behind my ears as I suck you. My eyes meet yours, hungry and out of control.

Your cock leaves my mouth with a loud pop after a good several minutes of me pleasuring you. Your hands push up my skirt, tearing the crotch of my panties wildly, lustfully. My skirt rests around my hips as I lower myself onto your throbbing cock. I am still in my thigh highs,, garters, and stilettos. My pussy is slick and tight as you drive into me, gripping my hips firmly as I ride you and grip you deeper and tighter inside me.

"Mm, baby, fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Make it yours," I moan, bouncing on your shaft. " I love your cock filling me up, using my hole."

"Yeah, baby." You grind up into me, thrusting hard as we are clutched together, fucking like animals. We are completely in the open, for anyone to see, andI can fel several eyes fixated on us. "You like being a little tease, don't you? Couldn't wait to get me inside you?"

I wrap my legs around you, feeling the cool stone beneath our hot bodies. My breasts bounce in the bra as you kiss and nibble my ear, neck, and collarbone. "I'm going to cum so hard. I'm going to drown your cock in my juices. Ram your cock in me, harder, faster!" My mouth meets yours, and you taste yourself on my tongue as we suck and tease. 

Your hands move to roll and twist my nipples in one hand, and your other arm is tight around me holding me as you rock into me, balls smacking my exposed ass. I dig my nails into you through the fabric of your shirt, tracing little red lines on your spine. "Cum with me, please! Fill my pussy!"

Our hips grind as you moan in response, fucking me so hard not caring who sees, who hears, or where we are. All that exists is you and me and the need. "Yes! I'm going to flood your pussy. Take it, baby, take it all!"

We explode nearly in unison in a loud cry of pleasure not even lost in the music streaming from inside the hall. I arch my back so that you are as deep as possible, nearly hitting my back wall. Your cum mixes with mine as our bodies tremble and shake. I grind hard on you, blending my cum deep inside my pussy, milking every drop from your pulsating cock as you shoot. 

We sway together on that bench lost in the high of our ecstasy, your cock buried inside me. Our kissing is deep, but more loving than needy now. ZOur eyes lock, and we can see the sweat gleaming on our skin in the moonlight. I nuzzle your neck kissing it and become aware of the silence around us beside the continuous strain of the music from inside. There is no movement where we are, and I slowly turn to see drinks and cigarettes paused in mid-air, not all too well concealed stares and open mouths from at least seven people. I look back to you, and we giggle. 

With a last grind, I let you free of my pussy, and we rearrange ourselves: I pull down my skirt and refasten the necklace; you put your jacket back on after tucking away your still slightly stiff cock. Heads held high, arms linked, we reenter the hall, greeted with many a knowing look. I can't wait for another party!



Receptionist



Although they were both single and he certainly didn't look his age, he was still aware that she was in her 20's, while he was in his 30's. Her legs hadn't gone unnoticed though; the more she wore leggings, the more they accentuated her thighs and ass so well. Flitting from one relationship to another, she wasn't seemingly looking for anything long term and they were friends first and foremost. Then the Xmas night out took place. During the meal, they'd spoken and she'd asked his advice about guys, but later in the pub, he knew he was starting to look at her in a different way. They were talking about another failed date for her when he chimed in.

"You know L, maybe you just need a guy for a bit of fun" he quipped.

"Totally. That would suit me perfectly. But where do you find someone you're comfortable with and don't feel pressured by?" she asked wistfully.

"I empathise. I was so bored last night, I went on this website. Um, might shock you though" he joked.

"No way. I'm tipsy already, nothing would shock me. What was it?" she challenged him.

"Well, actually, here's a cool pic from it" he said, flipping open his phone and selecting the image he'd found.

It showed a guy kneeling in front of a woman in an office but in her hand she held a leash which was fastened around his neck. Her legs were bare and one of them was over his shoulder.

"Now that looks like heaven" he admitted.

"Phew, you're not kidding. I want to be that girl!" L said drunkenly.

"L, hope you don't mind me saying this, but you're totally hot. I bet a thousand guys would be happy if you were that girl" he complimented her.

"Nah, really?" she asked.

"Yep, I'm definitely one of the thousand" he said bravely, with a smile.

"P! You're terrible!" she gushed but he could see she was beaming.

"I'm only telling the truth. Anytime you wanted. I'll bring the leash" he joked.

"Let me know when you have the leash then" she replied saucily.

They tried to make small talk but the conversation had clearly aroused both of them and after rejoining their colleagues, they had another drink, before he decided to put all his cards on the table.

"L, can I say something frank? Don't get annoyed, just hear me out" he said.

"Go for it" she told him, smiling.

"Well, a leash is all well and good, but perhaps I'd need some practice first. And erm, it's not that late, I have keys to the office. And I'd love to put a smile on your face" he blurted out.

L looked surprised, then embarrassed, then aroused, then unsure.

"Okay, I didn't expect that. Besides, it would be too risky" she said.

He was elated. Rather than simply say no thanks or even worse walk away embarrassed, she had said it would be too risky!

"It wouldn't. I have keys, the bosses are off home and it's close to Xmas so no-one will be going back there of a Friday evening. And I'll make you a promise. I guarantee you won't regret this. I'm quite talented" he assured her.

L looked around the room and seemed to reach a decision.

"What, you please me and I stand there? That's it, no onus on me to do anything?" she checked.

"None whatsover. Unless you want me to please you in any other ways. No, I just want to turn you on" he added.

"Okay, you leave first. Then I"ll be out in about 10 minutes" she told him, walking away before he could say anything more.

He approached a few of the group and said he had to head off and meet an old friend for Xmas drinks, then left. Going across the road, he waited at the bus stop until eventually, L came out. He crossed towards her and they walked to the office in silence. 5 minutes later, he decoded the alarm and once in, locked the door behind them.

"Um, your desk at the front, or my office?" he asked.

"Your office" she responded, walking past him to reach it.

They entered and he approached her, but she turned away when he went to kiss her.

"No kissing" she said and he nodded; it was her call.

Instead, he knelt down as she leaned against his desk. She had tight trousers on and he removed them, with her knickers. She still wore her shoes as he held her hips and without waiting longer, he leaned forwards to kiss her bush. Then his tongue parted dark velvet and he tasted her for the first time. She gasped but didn't say anything as he began to lick her pussy, but one of her hands came down to press on his head, while the other leaned into the desk.

"You have unbelievable legs" he told her a little muffled.

That seemed to break the ice and she visibly relaxed.

"Thanks. I go to the gym 3 times a week; I've always had good thighs but I've never wanted skinny ones. What do you think of my ass?" she asked him, her boldness returning.

"Well, it's always looked divine in leggings but I'll know better when I lick it in a bit" he replied boldly.

"Will you indeed? I'll hold you to that" L replied and then paused as if remembering something before a smile broke on her face and she hooked one leg up, one thigh draping over his shoulder.

They didn't talk for the next 15 minutes and as he began to try out some of his best known results achieving oral moves, she didn't seem any closer to orgasm. L must have been enjoying it but felt the need to explain too.

"If I was sober, I'd be halfway to my 2nd orgasm by now. But I'm drunk although I still want at least 2. So you'll be there a while I guess. Unless you're not much good and that's the reason" she said jokingly, trying to wind him up.

"If you were sober, you'd be on your way to a 3rd one. Don't worry, I'll be here for as long as it takes" he assured her.

Saying that to her made him realise his knees were starting to protest on the wooden floor. L had both her hands on his head now, one of them entwined in his hair. He held onto her firm thighs, caressing one of her asscheeks while he licked her velvet pussy.

"This is going to take ages. Are you sure you're not just rubbish at it?" she continued, berating him.

"I think you should be the judge of my efforts. I'm merely here to please you" he replied.

"My ex used to really struggle to make me cum, it really bugged me. I thought you were, oh hang on, yeah, now that feels awesome. Get your tongue all the way in me again like that" she insisted as he had begun to tongue fuck her.

Gradually, his insistent probing was turning L on more and more until she grabbed his hair and pulled him up a bit higher until he was sucking on her now engorged clitoris.

"Fuck, yes! Don't stop, I'm cumming!" she yelled then her thighs shook and she almost tore his hair out with pleasure as he brought her to orgasm.

Gradually the pleasure peak subsided and as she became aware of how sensitive her clit felt now, he knew that too and stopped. Turning her around gradually, L put her hands on the desk then gasped again as she felt his tongue snaking in between her ass cheeks and searching for her asshole. He found it quickly and after a few attempts, his tongue was inside and he began to drill gently in and out of her asshole.

"I thought you managed to hold an air of mystery but when it comes down to it you're just an asslicker, aren't you?" L said mockingly to him as he did just that to her.

"How can I help it? Your ass is amazing" he tried to placate her in between thrusts.

"Thanks, I've always thought I had a nice ass. I'm not complaining at this, I'm just saying from now on when I see you I'm just going to think of you as an asslicker" she continued, a little degradingly.

"I'd lick your ass anytime you want me to, as often as you want" P said in response.

"That's because you're just a dirty fucking asslicker. Aahh" she sighed as his tongue buried itself to the hilt in her anus.

"You're enjoying it though" he tried to counter her insults.

"Fuck, aah. Yeah, keep doing that, really deep. Yeah. Um, I'm not denying I'm enjoying it. But really, I wouldn't jam my tongue up someone's ass. What kind of person does that? Shall I tell you? A dirty ass tonguer. Aah, even though I'm pissed, this feels good" she declared smugly.

He didn't respond but kept drilling her until he suddenly became aware of something going on above him. L had turned on her camera phone and glancing behind her at him on his knees, she had the phone poised above with her arm stretched behind her. He didn't say anything but kept going while L kept the phone in place. After about 5 minutes, her arm became tired and she withdrew it, along with the phone.

"Guess what? I've just filmed you asslicker. It's pretty clear from this you have your tongue up someone's bum but no-one knows it's mine. I think this might come in handy, what do you reckon?" she told him.

"Um, for you to enjoy after?" P said timidly.

"No asslicker! So other people can see it" she slurred drunkenly.

"C'mon, no-one would be interested in that" he tried to say as if it didn't mean much.

"They would if I stuck it on youtube with your name attached" she said triumphantly.

"Please L, c'mon, I thought you were enjoying this" he pleaded with her, resuming his tonguing of her ass.

"That all depends. We can maybe come to some arrangement to make sure it stays out of the public domain. Fuck, you can go deep. Oh, that's it. My leg's are getting tired though" she muttered.

"Why don't you sit on my face and have a rest?" he offered her.

"Why didn't you suggest that earlier? Okay, lie down then and then keep going. This is really turning me on now" L said excitingly as he lay down and she let her crotch descend until it was comfortably on his face.

"L, please don't upload that" P asked her again as softly as he could.

"Depends really. Actually, before I tell you, take out your cock" she said suddenly.

He reached down and freed it from his jeans and all 8 inches sprang to life.

"Not bad, not bad at all. But if you think you get to fuck me, you're wrong. You've not really earned that yet. Anyway, if I do let you, at least I know it's a good size. Now then, how about this? Whenever I want oral, I'm just going to click my fingers and I want you to come running really fast to get on with it. That includes asslicking obviously. And I'm going on my hols to Spain in September with my girlfriends so when I want to go out for drinks in town and I want to avoid spending lots of money, I want you ready to come and buy all my drinks so I can save for my holiday. And if I'm in the mood and I haven't taken a shine to another guy when I'm out then I might use your tongue. How does that sound?" she summarised excitedly.

"You are so sexy. I would be happy to be at your beck and call" he said, hoping this would prevent her from drunkenly humiliating him online.

"An hour ago, I didn't expect to be doing this, but here we are so I'm going to enjoy it. And you're going to spoil me in so many ways, aren't you?" said L, sitting down hard on his tongue.

"Uh-huh" he managed to say and she laughed.

"Your dick looks quite good but I'll keep it for another day maybe. Get back to my pussy and show me how much you love licking it" she told him and gasped as he did what she wanted.

"You taste amazing" I said, hoping to win her over more.

"You bet asslicker. Say, next Friday I'm meeting the girls and guess who's going to keep the vodka's and cocktails flowing? Oh and make sure you are looking hot; I want my friends to be uber jealous when they see you. I want you to be looking as handsome as possible because I know that I might be fucking the living daylights out of your face afterwards" L said with lust in her voice.

Over an hour later, she had cum twice and was exhausted. He booked a cab home for her and made sure she reached there safely. The following week, as arranged he met L in the pub, where she was with her friends.

"Hiya, erm can I get some drinks in?" he asked her.

"Sure. Margherita's all round" L said smiling broadly at him.

He was dressed up and her friends were indeed eyeing him enviously.

"Who is that L?" they asked almost in unison.

"Just a guy I know. Think he has the hots for me; honestly, it's embarrassing how much he grovels though" she said smugly.

Her friends were impressed though and she let him buy more drinks when that round was finished. By this point they were feeling tipsy and L approached him as he stood at the end of the bar.

"Stick around in case I have a use for you later. Asslicker" she whispered in his ear then drifted back to her friends.

Time ticked by and at one point, L was flirting with a guy at the bar while her friends were either talking amongst themselves or also being chatted up. The guy leaned down to whisper something and L walked outside with him to the beer garden which was fairly empty. P was standing near the door to it and could see her as she began to snog her admirer. After several minutes they stopped and she giggled as the guy passed her his number and took note of her own mobile. Then they went back inside. L spotted P quickly and sidled up to him.

"Well, are you going to give make me cum or just stand there and irritate me?" she asked him.

"Um, sure thing" he responded.

Her friends waved her off, no doubt thinking she had scored with a hunk when all the time she had him wrapped round her finger tighter than an elastic band. P had no initial plans to fall for L but seeing her kissing another guy had created a slight pang of jealousy.

"Um, did that guy get your number?" he asked innocently.

"He was nice. Yeah, I gave him my number; he wants to meet me next week. Got to admit, I wouldn't mind getting it on with him. Anyway, why are you asking?" she quizzed.

"Um, just wondered. You're free to do what you want" he quickly added.

"I know I am and you'll come in handy tonight. Actually that's a good point you raised though. While we're having our fun, don't you embarrass me by dating any girls or getting up to anything with anyone. Not while we're having fun, okay?" she told him.

"But you just said you might meet that guy" he said confused.

"Duh! Of course I did. I will do whatever I like. But the same doesn't go for you" she swiftly explained as they approached his apartment.

Once inside, he wasn't sure how to progress things and moved to kiss her, but she shoved him away from her.

"Don't ever kiss me! Trust me, I could have kissed every guy in the bar tonight but I don't need to kiss you. You know exactly what we're going to do" she said, rolling her skirt up and turning to lean over the counter.

He shrugged and nodded.

"Whatever you say L" he agreed and began to kiss her asscheeks first, before moving to the dark valley in between them.

"That's it, get right in there. I feel so horny tonight and I'd better get a top class asslicking from my own filthy grovelling asslicker. C'mon get right up me" she insisted as his tongue slipped inside her tight opening after some effort.



Receptionist's Mother



How I hooked up with my receptionist's mother....

I just started working for a company at the beginning of the week and on Friday the receptionist came around and said that there is going to be a company wide meeting with our other branches in Williamsburg, VA. She said that she had to have the final count of the people attending to the main office by the end of the day. Everyone could either bring there wife and children or 1 person with them. Since I was new to the area I didn't have any family or friends that I would take. I was debating weather or not to go by myself and Crystal the receptionist said she was bringing her mother and that it wouldn't be all work related so I should go. She said it will be fun you'll get to know more people. She talked me into it and I signed up to go by myself. 

The following Friday after work everyone who was going, headed to Williamsburg, VA for our company meeting on Saturday. Than on Sunday you could either go to old town Williamsburg or Busch Garden's amusement park. It was about a 3 ½ hour drive with traffic and I arrived around 9pm at the hotel where we were staying and the meeting was being held. I checked into my room and headed to the lounge to see if any of my other coworkers had arrived yet. I noticed a couple around the bar and joined them for a few cocktails. There was a disc jockey that started around 10pm. By this time there were several more people who showed up and everyone was looking to have a good time.

By this time I had had a few cocktails and can tend to be a social person when I have a few beverages. I was sitting with a Susan a PM assistant that started the same day I did. She had brought her 21 year old sister so I was having fun getting her a little intoxicated. I saw Crystal walked in with an older lady I assumed who was her mother since she said that is who she was bringing. I wasn't surprised that Crystal was the last to arrive. Don't take me wrong but Crystal is 40 has a great body and a good personality but she can be clueless sometimes. She saw me sitting with Susan and her sister and headed over and introduced her mother to us. Her name was Sherri. Sherri stated they would have been a lot earlier but apparently Crystal had the wrong name of the hotel and they went to another location first. We all laughed and asked if they wanted to join us at our table. With that I ordered more shots and continued the evening of getting Susan's sister drunk.

I was surprised and think I got caught doing a once over of Sherri when I was introduced to her. I shock her hand I did a once up and down look at her. She just smiled as I introduced myself. She was older and I found out later that she was 60. To describe her she is average build and dresses business casual with a little sex appeal for a lady her age. She had well manicured hands and her clothes were pressed and form fitting. I could tell that she took good care of herself and her look.

We sat there for awhile drinking and chatting. When the disc jockey played a song that Susan's sister wanted to dance to I agreed. It helped that her sister had a nice ass and could shake it also. Since I'm 30, I had no problem dancing with a younger hot chick. We danced a few songs and headed back to the table. Other guys from work started coming by the table and asking Amanda to dance, which she apparently didn't mind. After they danced they proceeded to have a shot. Shortly she was trashed.

In the mean time I was chatting with Sherri and found out that she was a real estate agent in the Washington DC area. We had some things in common and were having a good conversation. Sherri asked if I wanted to dance and I took her up on it. We danced a couple of songs and 1 slow song together. During the slow dance I started thinking that this lady is a couple of years older than my mom and I am finding myself attracted to her. I was like wow and wondering if it was the alcohol. After the song we went back and sat at the table. We had a few more drinks and the DJ announced it was the last song and Amanda who was trashed grabbed my hand and headed to the dance floor. I was kind of disappointed I wanted to dance with Sherri. By the end of the song Amanda was about passed out. I helped her back to the table and told Susan I would help her take her sister back to her room. It was about 1am and our meeting started at 8am in the morning. I was thinking that morning was going to come pretty early.

I said goodnight to Crystal and her mother and helped Amanda back to her room. It took both Susan and I to get her back. We brought her in and she basically passed out on the bed. I told Susan she is going to feel terrible in the morning and good thing she doesn't have to get up and go to the meeting. Susan laughed and I left at that. I went to my room and went right to sleep. When the alarm went off at 7:15am I had a nice hangover myself. It was a little tough getting ready for the meeting but I made it there about 5 minutes early. Everyone was coming in and I could tell that most were feeling pretty rough.

The meeting lasted until 5pm and than I went back to my room and got ready for dinner at 6pm. It was a company dinner and they handed out a few awards for years of service and the President spoke and thanked all for coming and keep up the hard work.

I was still feeling a little rough from last night and I headed to the lounge to see who was there. I saw Susan and her sister sitting with Crystal and her mom. I walked over and asked Amanda if she wanted a shot and I got the look from hell while everyone else at the table laughed. Apparently everyone was taking it easy tonight and I asked what everyone was doing tomorrow? Susan and her sister where going to Busch Garden's and Crystal and mom where probably going to skip both, like I was doing and heading home early.

I made small talk for a while and decided I was going to head back to my room and watch television for awhile and call it a night. I made my good bys and told Sherri it was nice meeting her and told the others I would see them at work on Monday.

I headed to the restroom and when I came out I saw that Crystal and Sherri had already left. I decided before I head to my room I would go for a walk outside and get a little fresh air. When I came back about 15 minutes later I saw Sherri standing out in one of the courtyards and I walked up and said hi. She smiled at me and we chatted for about 5 minutes and said I was going to head to my room and watch a little television. She shocked me a little bit and asked if I wanted some company because she wasn't ready to head back to her room with Crystal yet, Crystal had a couple of other ladies from work in there room. I said sure come on. I was thinking on my way to the room where was this leading.

When we got to my room I really hadn't thought about it but I only had a king bed and a small table and chairs. So I made the best of it and grabbed a couple of pillows in the closet and said we could prop these up and sit on the bed. There wasn't really anything on television so we were just chatting, laughing and having a good time. I noticed that she was adjusting her neck every once and awhile and I asked if it was bothering her and she said it was a little tight. I took the opportunity and said that I give a great back rub and started massaging her shoulders. She sighed and I could tell that she was enjoying it. I told her that it would be easier if she sat in front of me. I sat up against the head board and positioned her between my legs and started rubbing her shoulders and neck for her.

It all started innocently and I could tell she was enjoying it and getting relaxed. The next thing I know I was starting to get a hardon and didn't want her to notice. All I could think about was this lady is older than my mother. It didn't help my hardon though. I had been rubbing her shoulders for about 10 minutes when she kind of leaned back and rested her back on my chest and kind of stretched her neck out and I don't know what got into me but I gave light kiss on the neck. I felt her stiffen up for a moment and stop and I thought I had over stepped my limit but she let out a deep breath and leaned her head forward and let me continue massaging her shoulders. She moved back against me and I know she could feel my hardon.

So I took that as a signal and I moved my hands down her sides and up her front and cupped her breasts in my hands. She leaned back into me and I started kissing her neck and she let out a soft sigh. I kept rubbing her breast softly and cupping them with my hands. She turned her head to the side and I went from kissing her neck to kissing her on the mouth. They were nice soft little kisses and than we both opened our mouths and let our tongues touch. As we were kissing she had a button up shirt and I started to undo her buttons in a nice slow fashion. After I had her shirt unbutton she was wearing a front clasping bra and I undid that. I moved my hands to her bare breasts and continued to feel them.

After a couple of minutes of this I stooped and moved out from behind her. I had her lay down and I went to unbutton her pants and removed them, she was now laying there in her panties and shirt and bra that were both open. I smiled at her and reached for her panties and removed them from her also. She had a nice little patch that was well trimmed. I laid my hands on her legs and spread them apart getting a nice view. I reached forward and placed my thumbs on each side of her and spread her open revealing her clit to me. I massaged gently with my thumbs and she closed her eyes and enjoyed her self. She wasn't overly vocal but could tell her breathing had increased.

I leaned forward a licked her from as low as I could go to her clit. Keeping my thumbs on each side of her I started licking her clit and could feel it hardening, with a nice soft movement from my tongue and nothing to aggressive. I did this for a couple of minutes I could tell she was enjoying this. I continued to lick her like this and went to insert my middle finger into her. I moved it in as far as I could and felt her hips to start moving with the rhythm of my finger. She was getting nice and wet. I pulled my finger out while still licking her and than inserted 2 fingers in her. She let out a moan and started moving her hips even more. After about a minute of this she shook her head and told me to stop. She looked at me and said she needed me inside of her and now. I was pretty horny at this time and didn't need to be told twice. I stripped off my clothes as quick as I could. I climbed back up on the bed and she reached for my cock and guided it to her entrance. She moved it up and down her a couple of times and got my head wet. She than put her other hand on my lower back and pulled me to her while guiding my cock into her.

I let myself enter her completely and I stopped when I was fully inside of her and gave a couple of little thrusts. She placed her hands on my hips and guided me about halfway out and than back in, just a nice slow pace. I don't think I could have been any harder. I kept the pace slow knowing that if I went to fast I would not last very long. I kept the same pace but I was now almost coming completely out her with each thrust. Right before I would pull out I would thrust back into her completely. I kept this pace up for a couple of minutes and just enjoyed the feeling. I was getting into this and I could tell that I was getting less sensitive and that I would be able to increase the pace and last for awhile. 

As I increased the pace she was holding me tighter and her moans were getting louder. I could hear the bed rocking up against the head board and this made me increase my pace even more. I was giving everything I had I could tell she was getting closer to an orgasm. The pace and angle I was hitting her was feeling really good. Her orgasm hit her quickly and she grabbed on as tight as she could to my hips and her body almost went stiff. She called out oh my god and released a big sigh. I was so hard by now and close myself that I picked up the pace and the tighter she held on the harder I thrust. It was a matter of seconds and I released several huge spurts of cum into her. Coming down from our orgasms I lay on top of her total spent. We just enjoyed the moment together. I looked up and said wow. I don't think I have ever cum that hard before. She just smiled and I rolled off the top of her and she got up and went to the bathroom. It hit me than, that I just had great sex with a lady that is a couple of years older than my own mother. It was like wow.

I could hear her peeing in the bathroom and than the sink ran for about 30 seconds. When she came back out she had did her bra and had buttoned up her shirt but was still naked from the waist down. She was carrying a warm washcloth and said that she liked to clean her man up after sex. Using the wash cloth she gave my cock and balls a good slow washing taking her time. She bent over took me in her mouth and went down on me completely and than sucked the tip of my head and gave it a kiss. It was getting me hard again and I said round 2. She said she had to get back to her room and Crystal before she came looking for her. With that she got dressed and I lay there naked watching her and she came over gave me a peck on the lips smiled at me and left my room.

I was kind of disappointed with her not staying and wondered if she was feeling bad or having second thoughts. I watched television for awhile and fell a sleep.

When I woke up in the morning I showered and got my stuff together for the ride home. I checked out and was heading to my car when I saw Sherri in the parking lot I walked over and said good morning. She said hi. I asked if she was good and she said no. Oh no, what is wrong? She said that she was upset at herself because she didn't stay for round 2. I kind of smiled at that and at that moment Crystal walked up and asked where I had been last night. She hadn't seen me around last night. I told her that I went for a walk and had a little cardio and than cleaned up before I went to sleep. I finished by saying that it was a nice night. She asked if I was glad I came and said I wouldn't have missed it. She said that is funny my mom said the same thing.

With that we parted and that is how my relationship with my receptionist's mother started.



Receptive Receptionist



I had a job interview across the street from Cindy's office, so I decided to stop in afterward and pay her a surprise visit. We didn't see each other as much since I had changed jobs and stopped riding the #12 bus, but prior to that we'd seen each other nearly every morning for a couple of years. We'd stayed in touch, having lunch occasionally, but even that had become less and less frequent. It was sad because I really enjoyed her company, and not just because she was a hot, older woman, though that didn't hurt. I remember the first time I saw her get on the bus; I would have sworn she was a thirtysomething aerobics instructor. As I got to know her, I learned that she was actually in her mid-forties and worked as a receptionist. I was surprised, given that she dressed mainly in miniskirts and tight tops, which to my dismay would have been unacceptable at any of the places I'd worked. As I learned more, I found out that the company that she worked for wasn't much of a company any more. They were an old, established real estate group, run by the widow of the founder, with a lot of holdings in the city. The boss was only in the office a couple of times a week and the phone hardly ever rang, so Cindy got paid pretty good money to sit around doing crossword puzzles.

I'd had many fantasies about Cindy in the years that I'd known her, but since she was older and married, I never expected anything resembling any of them to actually happen. I wasn't the only one who ended up surprised that day.

From where she sits, Cindy has a direct view of the elevators, so by the time I opened the big glass doors, she was already coming around the reception desk. She looked as good as ever, wearing an outfit that I remembered -- a short denim dress with a zipper up the front. Many times I'd imagined unzipping that dress for a peek at what was underneath. I tried valiantly to keep my eyes on her face as I crossed the lobby toward her open arms. She squeezed me hard, pressing her incredible body against me and making me wish I had worn steel underwear. As it was, I had decided to wear boxers under my suit, which meant I had only two thin layers of loose fitting garments between my cock and her dress. It didn't take long for her to feel how much I was enjoying her hug. The way Cindy looked, I was sure this wasn't the first time something like this had happened to her, so I wasn't too worried about how she would react. She surprised me when we stepped apart and she reached between us to grasp the tent in my trousers.

"Good thing the boss isn't in today," she stated, looking from my crotch up to my face and smiling. She continued to rub as we stared at each other before she grabbed me by the belt and began pulling me toward the reception desk. Behind the reception desk, she sat and went to work on my belt while I still tried to accept what was actually happening. With my belt undone, Cindy went on to unfasten my pants the rest of the way, allowing them to drop to my ankles. Before she dropped my boxers, she opened the fly to let my cock pop out, giving the head a quick lick-and-suck. Her warm mouth and soft tongue felt incredible, seeming to make my cock harder than I would have ever thought possible. She released my cock again and slid my boxers down until gravity took over and they joined my pants around my ankles. I raised the tails of my shirt as she took my cock in one hand and one of my ass cheeks in the other, pumping my cock a few times before sliding it into her mouth.

I'm surprised I didn't cum as soon as I entered her mouth; I don't know how I didn't. She took me fully into her wet, hot mouth, sliding her lips all the way to the base of my cock and I just watched, enjoying the feeling. Her right hand had a firm grip on my ass, but her left was moving up and down on the base of my cock as her mouth slid up and down my shaft. I was afraid to even make any noise, fearing it might cause her to stop, but eventually her skilled sucking took away any control I had over that. It wasn't long before I was making encouraging sounds, letting her know how absolutely amazing she was making me feel. Even when she paused, I assumed to give her jaws a rest, and tongued my balls and licked my shaft and head, she was still incredible. Then she slipped my cock back into her mouth and I thought my legs were going to give out. I held my shirttails up with one hand, placing the other on her head as I began to slowly move my hips in time with her head bobbing.

I absolutely did not want this momentous occasion to come to an end, but it got to the point where I could no longer do anything about it. Cindy had been great about prolonging the pleasure I was experiencing through her oral talents, but I began to feel my orgasm coming on and my cock beginning to swell. Cindy must have become aware of it, too, as she released my cock and held my ass with both hands while continuing to deep-throat me. She kept it up even as I started blasting gob after gob of cum down her throat. When I finally stopped cumming, I felt almost lightheaded as I stepped back and my cock popped free of her mouth.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," Cindy said, looking up at me. "It makes me happy to realize that it's something that you are interested in, too."

"Oh, Cindy," I started, "there are so many places I want to go with this...and I think the place to start is by returning the favor." I dropped to my knees before her, reaching for the zipper on the front of her dress. Kneeling with my pants and boxers still around my ankles, I slid the zipper all the way down and pulled her dress open. Just as I had always expected, she was wearing some incredibly sexy matching lingerie. I ran my hands over her seemingly perfectly-shaped breasts, feeling the bumps of her nipples through the fabric, before lowering my head between her spread legs. I kissed her inner thighs lightly before nuzzling the damp crotch of her panties, inhaling her musky scent. I worked her panties over her hips as she lifted her ass off the chair, discovering two things. First, the panties were a thong, which didn't surprise me that much. Second, except for a narrow landing strip above her pussy, she was otherwise completely shaved.

I've always found a smooth pussy to be a huge turn on, so as I leaned in for my first lick of Cindy's, I could already feel the blood returning to my flaccid organ. Running my tongue up her slit, I discovered that she was producing an abundance of pungent pussy juice, which I lapped up with relish. Cindy let out a moan and spread her legs even wider, so I refocused my attention from her slit to her clit. This caused her to moan even louder, even more so when I slipped a couple of fingers into her. My free hand was roaming as I ate her pussy: brushing her strip of pubic hair, tracing over her flat abdomen, journeying up to tease her nipples through her bra. I was slurping her clit, licking and sucking it, while pumping two fingers in and out of her slippery pussy. She was responding by moaning and running her fingers through my hair. As I continued to eat her, she started moving her hips up and down, almost humping my face. It started subtly at first, but soon, along with her moaning, increased in pace. As she approached her orgasm, she had progressed to actually humping my face while holding my head in place. I, of course, just kept enjoying the taste of her pussy while stimulating her clit despite her increasingly frenzied movements.

Finally, she shoved her pussy at my face while pulling my face against her pussy, freezing momentarily while I carried on sucking her clit. I could feel the slight convulsions as she experienced her orgasm and continued to eat her until she relaxed, releasing my head. Raising my head and straightening up, I slipped my fingers free and sucked her juices from them before both hands went to her tits. I'd wanted to get my hands on her tits from the very first time I'd seen her, but never, ever imagined that I would actually get the opportunity. Under her tight tops, they looked so perfect, and here in front of me, they didn't disappoint. I ran my hands over their perfect shape, feeling the bumps of her nipples pushing against the silky material of her bra. Reaching around behind her, I unclasped her bra, then lifted the cups up above her tits.

I couldn't believe how perfect Cindy's tits actually were. They dropped just enough to confirm that they were real, but still seemed to sit higher and rounder than you'd expect on a woman her age. Of course, prior to this my experience with tits on women her age was limited to pictures I'd viewed on the Internet. But the size, the shape, the size and color of her areolas, her hard nipples -- it all mesmerized me. I started out just running my hands over them, feeling the smooth skin and brushing my palms over her nipples. Soon, though, I'd lowered my head and was licking around her areolas and nipples and sucking her nipples between my lips. Cindy seemed to enjoy this attention, as she started making noises indicating such, and running her fingers through my hair again. By this time, my dick was rock hard again and I was aching to stick it into her pussy. I soon abandoned her breasts and stood up, my cock waving in front of me.

Cindy's eyes got wide and she smiled as she realized that I was ready to go again. She reached out, taking my cock in her hand and stroking it as she stood herself.

"Your turn to sit," she said, turning me around so that her chair was behind me. I sat down, my slacks and boxers still at my ankles and my cock standing tall from my lap. Cindy straddled me, her dress hanging open and her bra still pushed up above her tits. She reached down and took my cock, guiding it to her approaching slit and sitting down hard. She was so slick, I slid right in easily, but she was soon sliding me back out again. I reached around for her bare ass, another of her features I'd often admired but never expected to be allowed to touch. Now, not only was I touching it, but I was squeezing the bare flesh of her magnificent ass. Her tits were right at face level, so I leaned forward enough to lick and suck her nipples while she rode me. Her pussy felt so hot and so slick sliding up and down my shaft. She seemed to be enjoying the feelings, also, as she moaned louder and louder, her arms around my neck.

She had started out nice and slow, taking it easy and enjoying a good fuck. As the minutes passed, she was gradually moving faster and faster. I could feel her beginning to break a sweat as my hands continued to massage her ass. I slid one hand around further and sought out her asshole with a fingertip. Finding it, I massaged it lightly causing Cindy to pull her ass cheeks together around my finger. Just as I had hoped, based on past experiences, this caused Cindy to orgasm suddenly and unexpectedly. I slid my fingertip away from her anus again as I felt her shuddering through her orgasm. Once she'd finished cumming, I had her get up and turn around, sitting on my lap with her back to me. I slipped back into her and she began riding me again, this time with her hands braced on the reception desk. I pushed her dress up her back so that I could admire her succulent ass as my cock slid in and out just below it. I watched that for a while, my hands sliding up and down over her cheeks, then slid my hands around to cup her boobs as I fucked her.

As I fucked her harder and harder, I went from sitting and having her riding me to standing behind her as she leaned on the reception desk. I still had my hands on her boobs, leaning over her as I humped her ass, but eventually slid one hand down between her legs. I found her clit easily and massaged it while I fucked her slippery pussy, making her moan loudly again. Once I started feeling an orgasm rising within me, I stood straight up behind her, grasping her by the hips and leaving her clit stimulation to her own hand. I pushed her dress up far enough that I could again admire her uniformly tanned, round, firm ass while my cock slid in and out of her sweet pussy. Seeing her naked body and hearing her voice moaning my name, I fully appreciated the impact of what I was in the middle of -- I had actually fucked Cindy and was about to blow a major load into her pussy. Feeling my impending orgasm, I slowed down to enjoy the sensation of her pussy drawing it out of me. Fucking her felt so good, not just because of her hot pussy, but because of the entire package. If I died at that instant, I would have died a happy man.

Instead of dying, I exploded into her pussy with a torrent of cum. She grunted as she felt me spurting into her and by the time I shot my last shot, she was having herself another minor orgasm as well. With both of us completely spent, I collapsed back onto the chair and she sat on my lap, bringing her lips to mine and kissing me for the first time. We made out for a while, sitting there, as I fondled her fantastic tits. Eventually, we pulled our clothes back on and helped each other look presentable again. We made out some more before I finally reluctantly left. I ended up accepting the job offer across the street from Cindy's office and not only did we end up riding the same bus again, it was also easy for me to slip out of the office and across the street whenever Cindy called to let me know that the coast was clear.