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Stress Relief

By: Zachary



Dear Meghan;

I woke up with an idea that I thought that you might find amusing and I would like to share it with you.

This afternoon while the kids are at school and I have some free time I would like to come into your office while you are working. I would find that you are having a pretty grim day and you are feeling quite tense. I would start rubbing your neck and shoulders to relax you and we both agree to slide your dress down over your shoulders. Now I can massage your shoulders much more effectively and the warmth from my hands helps too. While I am still standing behind you, you put your head back and I kiss you, gently at first and then very deeply and almost a bit roughly. While I am kissing you, you reach up for my hands and slide them from your shoulders down to your breasts. You have your pretty new bra on and for a while I play with your breasts through the material but before long you lose patience with this and slide the straps down and pull the cups from your breasts. As I fondle your breasts and squeeze your nipples you pull your mouth from mine for just long enough to loudly whisper "harder!" and you place your hands over mine to encourage me. As we both play with your tits and your nipples become erect your kisses become more intense and you slide your tongue into my mouth as though it were searching for satisfaction that it expected to find there.

At this point you pull me from behind where you are sitting to around front and you reach for the zipper of my jeans. I sit back against your desk as you pull my cock out and after squeezing it and my balls for a few moments you suck my cock into your mouth. I am soft at first but after only a few moments of your excellent head I become big and hard and fill your mouth. While you are sucking me you continue to play with your tits with one hand while squeezing my balls and sliding your fist up and down my shaft with the other. 

You suck me so well that it does not take very long for me to be on the verge of coming in your mouth. As delightful as this would be, neither of us is ready for this to end and I regretfully pull your head away. You stand up and I kiss you deeply, sliding my tongue into your mouth where my cock had been moments ago. I can taste the muskiness of my dick on your breath and it turns me on even more.

You back up until your ass is up against the credenza. You hike your dress up and show me your pussy, your pubic hair trimmed very short. You pull yourself up on the credenza and place one foot on either side of your ass. You open yourself with your fingers to show me how wet and ready you are. You isolate your clit between two fingers and, stroking it gently as if it were your best friend, you whisper "fuck me". In this position you are very open to me indeed and it takes only one large step for me to cross over to you and begin to enter you. As wet and ready as you are, I still need to be gentle and slide in only a bit at a time. You hold your breath as I enter you and when all of me is inside you release your breath and again whisper hoarsely "fuck me!" This sounds like a pretty good idea to me and I rock back and forth, slowly sliding my cock almost all the way out of your slit and then sliding it, a bit harder, back in. Back and forth, back and forth, we repeat this rhythm, a bit faster and a bit harder each time. Your head begins to bump against the wall behind you but you don't even notice. I hold your ass with both hands as I am fucking you and you are playing with your tits, stroking the sensitive skin beneath your nipples and brutally pinching and squeezing the nipples themselves. From time to time you slide one hand down to your quim and massage your clit. I lean forward to kiss you and our tongues battle. You reach around to the back of my neck to press my lips to yours and I can feel your nails slicing through the skin of my neck. The rhythm of my cock pounding into your cunt grows harder and faster each moment.

We both want my cock to drive deeper into you and so we climb down off the credenza and onto the floor. You get down on the floor on your knees and again take me into your mouth. This time you can taste your own juices mixed with the flavour of my cock and the taste of the first dribbles of my semen. As you suck me you slide your fingers into your opening and play with your clit. You know just the right places. This is when the first of your orgasms begins to rise. The combination of assaults on your senses, the taste of my well seasoned cock, the perfume of your juices, the sight of my cock fucking your mouth, the sound of your own heaving breath and the firm texture of my balls as you stroke and squeeze them combine to overwhelm you and your whole body contracts and shudders as though caught in a silent, massive and enduring sneeze. You silently resolve to experiment with touching your own body further, later, on your own. But for now, you want my prick back inside you where it belongs. 

You bend over and lay your shoulders on the floor, so that your ass is up and you can keep your hands free to play with your tits and your cunt. I am momentarily confused and ask if you want me to take your ass. You respond by flexing your back so that your cunt faces back and almost up at me. When I enter you this time, you are so wet and so ready that I slide right in. My hands find your hips and I pull you back onto my cock as I thrust forward into you. Having my cock inside you from behind is a different kind of full. I am in you deeper but there is no direct contact with your best buttons. You make up for this by hitting them yourself, dipping your fingers into your cunt even while I am fucking you and putting your fingers to your mouth to enjoy the taste and aroma.

Driving into you as deeply as I am, it doesn't take long for both of us to approach orgasm. I want to come in your mouth and I tell you so. But you want to feel me shoot inside you and to see my face as I come. So hardly missing a stroke, you move onto your back and we continues to fuck each other. Both the top and the skirt of your dress are bunched up around your waist and we use it as a cushion under your ass. Your eyes are narrowed as you feel the sensations of orgasm begin to take over every nerve ending in your body. You can see my face grow redder as my own orgasm begins to take its hold on me. You wrap your legs around my back and spur me on, words escaping your mouth almost at random: "fuck me!... hard... hard... harder!... fuck, fuck, fuck, me, me, me... fuck hard... fuck hard... fuck hard... hard... hard... hard!!... hard... hard... HARD!!" Your encouragement sends me over the edge and my every muscle tenses as I shoot stream after sticky, steaming stream of come deep inside your cunt. Your own climax follows just in time as your head falls back and I can see the flush of orgasm turn your tits bright red and then continue up to put a natural glow on your beautiful face.

This is the idea that I thought you might enjoy thinking about as you work today. If you have any ideas about how this situation continues or about what may happen later at home in front of the fireplace, I would certainly look forward to discussing them.

Stress Relief



By the time I got home from college I was stressed beyond belief. My eyes were red and sore from crying over failing my English Lit test, and my belly sore from all the butterflies that had been fluttering about in it for so long, worrying and stressing about my entire life.

I raced upstairs to my bedroom without checking the house for occupants, and threw my little skirt and top off.

My mother’s car was in the drive, and there was a good chance she was in her home office downstairs, but that was fine. Dad wouldn’t be home for another two hours, so I still had a couple of hours to relax before the onslaught of a rowdy family dinner and potential arguments.

I needed a shower, a nice warm, relaxing, soothing shower. I ached to feel the hot burning water trickling into the little curves and crevices of my body; to feel to handheld head kneading and massaging hard-pressure water into the sore muscles of my neck and shoulders. Just thinking about it made me shiver as I walked from the bedroom to the bathroom in my red bra and panties.

I opened the door and was rushed by a mouthful of steam. Someone was in there already. I fell into the bathroom, shocked by the presence of someone else. It was my Mum’s boss and business partner! I almost didn’t recognize him in his birthday suit. The room smelled of soap and hot steam. He was bent over with one foot on the bath, his shoulder to me, drying his leg with the towel. My eyes rested on his round, smooth, slightly hairy ass and I made a noise of surprise, “Oh God!” I squealed, “Sorry!”

He hadn’t even seen me until I made a noise, and when he did he turned around, fully naked, shocked and surprised. I grabbed an eyeful of his long, soft cock and his toned, well carved body and blushed. He squinted at me through the steam, asking my name, “Is that you?” His eyes travelled my bra and panties as if he was drinking me in.

I laughed, “Yeah, sorry I didn’t know you guys were home.”

“Your mum went out for takeout,” he said, strangely immodestly, only slowly bothering to cover his low-set balls, curly moist pubic hair, and magnetic penis.

“Cool. Well, you finish up and I’ll --“

“Oh I’m almost finished. Here, you can have the shower,” he smiled.

“Uhh,” I blushed again and stepped into the bathroom without thinking, “Okay.”

I shut the door behind me, then realized what kind of decision I’d made: I was standing in a steamy bathroom with my mother’s single, naked and probably horny boss, wearing nothing more than a bra and a g-string.

It was silent as he dried off. I stood by the door, hugging myself slightly, though it was warm in there. I felt awkward and stupid. My nipples hardened at the sight of his nakedness, and I tried to hide them.

“Nice shower, isn’t it?” I babbled.

“Uhh, yeah. I especially liked the hand-held bit.”

I laughed loudly, “Oh I bet!”

He grinned at me sideways and dried himself down. I shifted from my left foot to my right and smiled.

“You can get in if you like. I wont look.”

“Nah, I think I might leave it.”

“Are you sure?”

I paused for a moment and looked at him again. God, he was spectacular. Barely forty, Gary had short dark brown hair with only a few random hints of grey through it. He wore glasses usually, and I’d only ever seen him in casual sales attire. He had warm, twinkling grey-blue eyes that seemed to just shine when he smiled. He wasn’t overly jocular, but there was always something kind and comfortable about him. He was thickly set, with a curvy waist, and a very nice round ass.

“Look, I’ll get out of your way,” he said, wrapping his towel around his hips finally and moving past me to the door. We were close as he opened it and the cold air rushed in. I considered shutting it again, and locking him in with me where I could ravish his beautifully experienced body with my inexperienced shyness. But they were the thoughts of a sex-starved teenager with a crush on her mother’s boss, and nothing more.

He looked down at my breasts as he slid past me, and walked out. I reluctantly shut the door, without locking it, and sat on the bath for a moment to recuperate from the sight and experience.

Recuperation didn’t exactly work. I was so stressed already, and my body was crying out for relief. When I stepped into the hot-running shower, and pressed the stream to my head, I felt a tingling all over my body. The knowledge that he’d been in the shower just before me, washing himself, maybe even jacking off, drove me to begin playing with my breasts and pinching my hard, painful nipples. I moved the handheld stream down to my belly, rolling the handle over my skin, then parting my legs. 

Shoots of hard water began pounding up into my tender, swollen pussy, merging with the thicker creamy juices inside me. I gasped at the sudden fury of desire and pleasure that beat me up against the wall. I fell against it and began to pump the head against my pussy, trying to copy what I thought he’d feel like if he was fucking me. 

My head began to throb and my vision blurred, so I closed my eyes and breathed deeper, working the water over my clit in circles and heavy, thrusting waves of movement.

“Oh m..yy... god,” I whispered, “Oh yeahh... ohhhh ... that feels incredible...”

I pressed my forehead against the cold tile, parting my legs a little more to feel what I pretended was Gary’s cock shoving up deeper into me. I began to grind the handheld into my cunt, fucking myself with it and caught my breath as my body convulsed and pulsed through an intense and delicious orgasm. I almost fell over as my knees gave way, and let myself lean against the side of the bath, holding onto it for dear life.

While my orgasm didn’t relax me 100%, I felt better, and a little tired. I washed my hair, lathered myself with yummy girly-scented soap, washed it off, then dried myself with my sweet-smelling, cleanly washed towel.

Back in my bedroom I changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and casual top. I was still burning and tingling from my fantasy romp in the shower, so when I clomped downstairs to find Gary seated on the couch, I almost came again in my jeans. He was laid-back casually watching the television.

“Hey, Mum home yet?” I asked.

He looked up when I walked in, “Hey? No.”

“What’s taking her so long?” I sat down next to him on the couch.

“Dont know,” he looked down at me, his eyes lingering on my thighs and knees, “What took you so long, hey little one?” He laughed, hugging me to him lightly.

“Good shower, eh.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm,” I nodded, looking up into his eyes. They sparkled a dark blue and had me mesmirized.

He glanced at the front door for a moment before he reached down to give me a quick open-mouthed peck. “God you’re gorgeous.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I whispered, and licked his lips, “Kiss me again.”

“Uhh. No. Probably shouldn’t chickie.”

“C’mon,” I breathed, pulling his head down to mine. He resisted for a moment, until he felt my lilting tongue trying to squeeze in between his uncertain lips. He moaned as I stroked his knee and moved closer in to him.

“C’mon,” I whispered again, goading him, pulling him down onto me as I lay back on the couch. He pulled back and sat up.

“Uhh, no, sorry.” He was blushing and looked terrified.

I sat up again, slowly, “I was touching myself in there. I had the handheld pressing on my pussy. Pretending it was you, folding me open with your mouth and your hands, and your...” I touched his crotch. 

“j-jesus.”

I moved my leg over him so that I was sitting on his lap with my knees either side of him. I began to ride him slowly. Agonizingly slow, cruising up and down ontop of him. The movements must have driven him insane as I began to feel his cock poking me in between my legs as I moved down. We began to dry hump for a while, until my mother got home. I heard her key in the door, and quickly jumped off of him and ran into the kitchen.

I could smell the beer on his breath. It revolted and worried me. He grabbed me and pushed me back into the fridge, “You know. You can’t fuck with me like that and leave it.”

I smiled, blushing frightened, “Shh mum will hear.”

“Your mummy’s gone to bed.”

I really began to worry, “When?”

“She had too much champagne,” he said, rolling my shirt up and over my head to reveal my black bra, “Would you like too much champagne too?” He growled into my hair.

“Dad will be home soon.”

“He might like to watch his little girl being fucked from behind.”

“Shut up,” I hissed.

He pulled his cock from his trousers. He was hard as a rock. I touched him lightly, and began to rub him, hoping I could make him cum there and he’d leave, happy with the situation. He groaned and pushed into me, pushing me back again - this time against the counter. “Kiss it,” he whispered.

“Gary -”

“C’mon,” he whispered, and looked into my eyes. I melted and knelt down to come face to face with his cock. He was so close to cumming there was already juice dripping from the hole in the tip. He braced himself against the counter and began to rub his cock against my mouth in fucking motions. So I took it in my mouth and rolled my tongue over it. He grunted louder, grabbing my hair in fists and massaging it.

With my hand I rubbed his cock, with my lips I folded them around the tip and sucked. I wasn’t experienced at giving head but he didn’t seem to care. He began grinding his hips against my hand, urging me on. I quickened my pace with my hand and began to rub him off. He growled and grunted louder and thicker, in deeper tones and suddenly came in my mouth unexpectedly. He shot his jism into my mouth, and it gurgled down the back of my throat. I tried to swallow and choked. His cock fell from my lips and sprayed over my face and in my hair. HE laughed, showing great delight in the sight, and began to pump his cock harder, trying to spray more onto me.

Then he grabbed my hand roughly, “Come on. Where’s your bedroom?” He asked, and led me up the stairs.

Gary took me into my bedroom and shut the door, locking it with the key I had tied to the door handle. I went to sit on the bed, not sure about what to do. When I looked up at him, I still found him attractive. This was no ogre, no evil man out to hurt me. What did I expect, parading around earlier in the bathroom, letting myself linger so close to him? I smiled shyly. He looked around my bedroom curiously, “Wow. You still have stuffed toys.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re just a little girl.”

“No I’m not,” I snapped, standing up and walking to my desk drawer. I opened the bottom drawer and pulled out the bedshirt I never wore - the one I only ever kept to hide the last remnants of dope cookie, and my vibrator. I showed him, and chewed the cookie, walking over to him, “touch it.”

He touched the thick black rubber, fingering the clit-massager. He grinned, “Well look at you all big and grown up now.” He lifted it to his nose and inhaled the dew scent on it.

“Want to see it work?”

“What kind of question is that?” 

He sat down on the bed and I went to the beanbag, and collapsed into it, spreading my legs up and wide for him. I unpopped the buttons on my jeans slowly, one at a time, watching him as I slid the dildo over my lower abdomen, then playing with the hem of my elastic panties.

He crawled on the floor over to where I was, and he pulled my jeans off for me. I continued to stroke the dildo over my moist panties. Gary’s eyes lingered on the damp stain of my cum on them, and pulled them across for me so the head of the sex toy could touch my wet, bare pussy. I think he got a shock to see that I’d shaved my cunt entirely. I was totally naked and smooth.

“Don’t you like hair down here?” He asked.

“Not really?” I said, innocently as I spread my lips open fully to him with my fingers, and began to work the fake shaft over my cunt. He swallowed hard, and held his hand back from touching me, letting me touch myself. I rubbed the toy over my lips, and around in little circles over my clit. My hips began bucking at the sudden imposition, and I arched back, stretching in a pleasure-filled sensation. He began to massage my breasts on top of my shirt.

“Take it off,” I breathed, and let him pull the shirt up over my head so that I wore only my bra. He then undid it from the front so my tits were open and jiggled for him. He continued to bruise his hands over my breasts, smooshing them and massaging them while I lay on the beanbag, making small whimpering noises. Impatiently he took the dildo from me and lined it up with my saturated hole.

“You don’t just rub with it,” he whispered, pushing it slowly into my cunt, “You put it inside you and move it around...”

I moaned as he began to move the dildo in and out of my hole. My free hands roamed to my wet clit, and I began to rub the little sore, erect nub with my juices. 

“That feel good?” He asked, moving the dildo in and out of me like a giant cock, “Mmm?”

I barely nodded, unable to speak with the two sensations of the ribbed rubber-fuck and my soaked clit-rub. He fumbled with the dildo suddenly, leaving it inside me for a moment before he undid his pants and pulled his raging, erect cock from the confines of his boxer shorts. He towered over me, leaning on me so I couldn’t see his hands or the vibrator. He began to move against me as if he was fucking me, and I felt a sudden jerk as he replaced the dildo with his cock! It was a completely different sensation, and difficult to describe. He was hard but pliant, and so much thicker. I gasped and began to cry out. 

Gary covered my mouth with his hand as he fucked me on the beanbag. He was shivering from desire, and his voice shaking when he told me to shut up.

“Cum with me little girl, cum on.”

We began to ride against each other, and he entered me over and over again, pulling out almost completely, then ramming back in hard and faster than before; then pulling out again with a plop, then fucking me up with a guttural grunt and a long, sweeping thrust.

I felt the crunch of the beanbag beneath me as he lifted my legs up higher and I wrapped them around his waist. We began the rising falling motions of people about to cum. I cried out under the bondage of his hand, trying to breathe, trying not to make a sound and he nearly pushed me over the edge of the beanbag with his hard, heavy thrusts.

Suddenly he had the dildo again, covered in my cooling juices. He pressed it against my mouth, and I closed my eyes, pretending it was a big, hard, thick cock. He rubbed it against my lips and I opened my mouth to the sensation, sucking it and eating it down into the back of my throat.

He grunted again at the sight, and began to cum, “I’m cumming... oh Im cumming...”

“Wait,” I tried to say, my mouth muffled and stuffed with the huge dildo.

“Your’ Dad’s home,” he moaned, “I have to go.”

I felt the uprising of orgasm as he said it. The idea of him leaving me was too impossible to bear. I began to cry out louder, arching myself up against him as we fucked.

“Oh god, oh god,” I chanted, still throated-up with the dildo. I was filled to capacity as he began to circle motion his dick into me. 

I could hear my father’s footsteps on the stairs, and the sound drove me over until I was flashed-up with colours on the inside of my eyelids, and I squeezed my cunt tighter over him as I came. The sensation milked his cock, and he began to tremble. His body convulsed as he came inside me. The juice poured out as he pulled out. I felt a warm gush of cum stream down my thighs and my ass crack.

My father knocked on my bedroom door, seeing my light on, “Baby, you up?”

I didn’t reply, I couldn’t, my body still flooded with light and an intense pleasure. But without warning, and very involuntarily a small moan escaped my throat as Gary pulled the rubber cock out of my mouth slowly. I knew Dad must have heard it. I saw his shadow under the door, pause for a moment, then leave. Gary fell back on the floor, his wet, still hard cock bouncing as he moved.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “Oh man...”

“Mmmm,” I moaned too, with a smile, and lay there, spread legged and exhausted, my cum-filled cunt barely twitching with a heavy pleasure.

He touched my head with his moist palm, as a gentle goodbye, and threw a sheet over me. Then he left, creeping from my bedroom like a devil in the night.



Stress Relief



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I know this story will seem implausible and stereotypical, but it actually did happen. I may embellish here-and-there to make for better reading, but it's largely a true account.

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I will readily admit that I may not be the most typical guy around when it comes to my sexuality. I'm happily married to a terrific lady who understands me and appreciates my quirks. I see myself as ninety-percent straight, with a ten-percent tendency to be "open-minded". I had experiences when I was younger with in playing with an older couple that would sometimes involve man-to-man interaction. I found it strange at first, but enjoyed it in the context of harmless fun. After I was married, I never interacted with any other women, but did have rare opportunities for same-sex play with reasonable men, looking only for casual fun. My wife is aware of my occasional "other interests", and allows me that freedom as long as I kept her informed, and played safely. Believe me; I fully appreciate how lucky I am. 

I'm now in my early forties, and still look pretty good. I keep in shape, eat well, exercise and do all the things necessary for a healthy lifestyle. My wife does the same, and we still enjoy each other as much physically as we do emotionally. The rare indulgence with other men has dwindled to nothing in the last seven years, and I've been fine with that, as it has never been central to my sexual needs. The brief encounter I'm about to describe sticks in my mind primarily because it came as a surprise, and not something I was actively seeking. I've read similar fictional accounts before, and that may have added to the enjoyment...perhaps thinking of a fantasy-come-true.

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I had checked-in to a downtown Chicago hotel for a week-long stay while I took care of important accounts for my employer. It was a nice place, recently remodeled, with a full list of amenities. I took advantage of the small fitness center one evening, needing to get my cardio done, since jogging around an unfamiliar city didn't really appeal to me. Several people shuffled in-and-out while I was there, but one gentleman had been using the free-weight area. I was getting ready to leave, when he asked if I could spot him on the bench press. I'm nicely toned, but no body builder, and his physique seemed the same...so I knew I could handle whatever he was likely to do. We shared mindless chit-chat; I learned he had already been in town one week, and had two more to go, missed his wife and kid...all the usual stuff. I told him my schedule, how my wife spent more money while I was gone...again, just the typical bullshit. He was a nice enough guy, decent looking, in good shape, maybe about thirty-five...and I honestly never thought twice about him. We finished the exercise, he thanked me for my help, and I went back to my room.

The next day, I saw him in the breakfast room, we nodded, I grabbed a bagel, and left for my appointment. The day at work was long and tedious. After I got back, and had dinner, I just needed to relax. I grabbed my gym stuff, and headed to the fitness center. I did a few exercises, but wasn't really in the mood, so I grabbed a towel and made use of the steam room. It was about 11pm, and not many people around, so the steam room was empty. About five minutes later, the gentleman I'd helped yesterday came in and took the bench across from me. I paid little attention, as I could barely make-out who it was through the steam. 

"Hey, man...you must have had a long day, too." The man said, nonchalantly.

"Oh...yeah...went a bit longer than I wanted it to." I replied. "Name is Mark, by the way."

"I know what you mean. Mine is Ben," he said, leaning to shake my hand as his towel came undone and revealed his nude body. "Oh...sorry about that." He stammered, sitting back and tossing the loose towel over his lap. 

"Not a problem...I'm not bothered by it." I answered honestly. "Most guys just sit on the towel anyway...I usually do." Frankly, I was glad I hadn't this time around. Ben turned out to be more appealing when his toned frame was in view, and his equipment was pretty nice as well. I appreciate men who take time to keep things neat, and he seemed to spend more effort than most; with trimmed pubic hair and a shaved scrotum. It looked good on him, and I noticed a twitch in my crotch that hadn't happened in years around another guy. 

"I figured it was cool...just didn't want to be too casual." He said with a short chuckle.

"You'll find it remarkably difficult to offend me." I offered, after shaking his hand and leaning back on the bench. 

"Good to know, I guess." Ben said, without a thought. "You know if any good places to go at night around here? It gets kind of boring in the hotel every night."

"I don't do much bar-hopping, or anything like that...my wife would kill me if I picked-up a "date" while on the road." I answered in complete sincerity. "Hell...it's Chicago...probably a million places. I'm sure the concierge could give you some tips."

Ben laughed before speaking. "I know...and my wife would do the same. Probably best not to tempt fate and just stay in the hotel with the adult movie channel. It's only three weeks...not three months." He finished with nervous laughter, as though afraid of having been too blunt. 

"We've all been there, my friend. Lots of ways to relieve that kind of stress, if you put your mind to it. My mind's been straying that way too...and I've only got one week to kill." I said in a friendly and understanding tone. "Need to get going and do this shit all over again tomorrow. Hope to see you again." I said, standing up and heading for the door.

"Hope so, man. It's been nice to talk to someone about something other than work, for a change." Ben replied, as I left the steam room. 

Holy shit...my mind was making-up all kinds of unrealistic scenarios involving a guy who was just talking crap. I knew I had to get out of there before I embarrassed myself and made what was sure to be an unwelcome offer. I was a little surprised he blurted-out being horned...but hardly a rare thing for guys on the road...and he seemed the type who might sit around with his buddies and say that kind of thing.

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The next day was particularly busy, and I had to take clients out to dinner, so I got to the hotel rather late and decided to just crash.

The third day was pretty much back to the routine schedule. I went to the breakfast room to grab my usual bagel...Ben was there, we did the usual friendly wave, and I left for work. I returned later than expected, once again, and decided to take a steam before heading to bed. The fitness center was empty, except for a few ladies on the treadmill. I put my clothes in a locker, took a towel, and went to the steam room. I was somewhat surprised to see Ben sitting on the same bench as a few nights ago, and another older gentleman on the bench across from him. 

"Hey, Ben...been here long?" I asked while taking a seat to his left, about two feet apart. 

"Oh...a little while. Worked-out my frustrations with the dumb-bells." He said calmly.

"Sorry to hear work's been a bitch." I answered sincerely.

"Oh well...work is what it is...and then there are other things. Not the end of the world." He said, before tilting his head back and stretching in the heat. "Hard to believe more people don't use this facility...but I guess it is late at night"

"Well...it is just for people in the hotel...the public and private clubs are certainly busier in a city like this." I answered, almost automatically. "I kind of like not having to fight for space."

I started to wonder just what he was expecting. Here's a married guy, away from home, in a steam room late at night, and commenting on the lack of traffic. It really could have been a harmless comment, but now I was willing to pursue further what I backed away from a few days ago. It certainly didn't hurt that the other gentleman decided to leave. 

"So...did you ask the concierge about your entertainment options?" I asked, leaning back and casually scratching my balls under the towel, to see if he took notice. 

Ben did take a quick glance, and then looked back toward the door. "Nah...you were right...not the kind of guy who would risk a marriage over acting like a dumb-ass."

"Well...it is possible to find discreet, no-strings fun...if you keep your mind open, and know where to look." I said calmly, taking off my towel, folding it on the bench, and sitting nude next to him. I thought I made the invitation clear, without hitting him over the head with it. I figured it was up to him to play it out, or go back to his room. 

Ben was taking quick, sideways glances at me, and I felt I took the right gamble. "Um...how do you deal with it? You're away from home often enough." Ben asked, in a hushed tone. 

"Like you pointed out...it's not worth dealing with high-drama women, or worse...unwanted babies. I wouldn't disrespect my wife in that way." I answered, scratching my thigh and nudging my balls. "There's nothing wrong with working it off over some porn...or a maybe a bud who knows how to keep things private."

Ben placed his hands in his lap, as though trying to hide something. "Are you gay?" he asked, with hesitation.

"No...I don't see myself that way." I said with a smile. "I love my wife dearly. I'm just not afraid of what feels good...as long as everyone's on the same page. Are you gay?" I asked, with my hand resting on my inner thigh, and my thumb running under my loose sack. 

"No!" Ben shifted uncomfortably on his bench. "I got nothing against it...just can't understand living with...or fucking...another dude...just not my thing."

"Oh, I understand." I replied, in a comforting tone. "It doesn't ever need to go that far. Tell me something...were you hanging-out here, hoping to find someone who'd give you a blowjob?" Ben looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Straight guys do that more than you'd think. Seems like a good way to get off with no messy commitments." I said, with my cock slowly starting to swell. 

"I...uh...shit...I should go." Ben stuttered, nervously clutching his knees. 

"Oh sure...it's cool...I didn't mean to embarrass you." I answered, as though the topic was of no consequence. I leaned forward, with my elbows on my knees, and my hands running through my hair, mainly to hide my cock if he truly had no interest. "I've seen it all at one time or another...you wouldn't be the first guy who ever did something like that."

Ben's hands visibly shook as they rested in his knees. It seemed as though he wanted to get up, but couldn't quite develop the momentum. We sat in silence for about two minutes, and still Ben hadn't managed to move, though his foot was now nervously bouncing one leg.

I decided it was now or never if this going to happen, so I reached over, grabbed the edge of his towel, and gently pulled it to one side, allowing it to fall open on the bench. Ben gasped for air, still leaning forward with his hands on his knees, and eyes closed. I did nothing else for about thirty seconds; just let him sit there, before slowly easing closer to his side. Fortunately, the steam system was re-cycling, allowing the fog and heat to dissipate a bit. Another few moments passed when I reached across with my right arm, pressed my hand to the center of chest, and firmly pushed his torso against the back of the bench. Ben reluctantly complied, but still said nothing, as I slowly moved my hand over his pecs, down his abs, and stopped just above his neatly trimmed curly hairs.

"Just a friendly, understanding gesture, man...there's nothing more to it than that." I said in a low, soft, reassuring tone. "You don't have to do a damn thing...just relax." I offered, and meant it, before encircling my fingers around the base of his half-hard cock. 

Ben's member swelled quickly within my grip, reviving memories of how different it felt to hold another man's hot, hard, silky pole. His cock was slightly shorter than my seven inches, but impressively thick...I could barely wrap my fingers around it. I slowly stroked him, milking a steady stream of clear precum out the tip and swirling it around the spongy head with my thumb. Ben finally opened his eyes, looking down to witness my hand stroking his tool.

"Shit, man...someone could come in!" Ben said nervously, glancing toward the door.

"Yes, someone could." I replied calmly, fondling his warm, loose sack. "Not likely, though...and we'd hear that noisy locker room door long before they got here." I finished, before firmly gripping his cock and running my thumb under the tip to bring his attention back to the task at hand. 

Ben moaned softly, as though choking it back, in case someone could hear. My own prick was now hard as stone, but my focus was on providing this guy the best stress-relief of his life. I took advantage of his brief euphoria, leaned over, and quickly took his white-hot shaft into my mouth. The warmth between my lips, and the silky skin on my tongue felt incredible...I had missed this sensation more than I knew. 

"Oh fuck...shit, man!" Ben yelped as his hips bucked from surprise, serving only to drive his cock deeper into my throat. I had to stretch my jaws wide to accept his girth as my spit flowed over his prick and down his shaved balls. Damn, he tasted good...I felt like I could suck on his tool all night. 

It didn't take long for the angle to become uncomfortable for my back and neck, so I managed to kneel on the floor between his legs without ever letting go of his steel-hard fuck stick. This allowed me to occasionally suck on his balls as they hung low in the sweaty, loose sack. I really wanted to tongue his hole...maybe stick a finger in his ass...but I figured that may be too much for someone as nervous as Ben. This probably went on for about five minutes before Ben's nerves finally got the best of him. I could see his scrotum start to tighten, and he started placing a hand at the back of my head...urging me on. 

"Shit...oh, shit...fuck, man." Ben groaned as his hips starting thrusting up to meet my downward travel on his cock. He tugged at my hair, as though trying to pull me away from his cock...but I wanted his load, and wasn't going to be denied the sweet, salty taste I hadn't had in so long. With one hand tugging at his balls, and my nose buried in the trimmed bush, I could feel his nut-sack pull tight just before he came. 

"Uuuugggghhh...fffffuuuucccckkkk...mmppphh...mmppphhh!" Ben grunted as he thrust his hips against my face with every ample shot into my willing mouth. I struggled to swallow of his seed, but the volume was huge, and each hot stream filled my throat with a powerful force. The overflow of creamy, white spunk slipped past my lips, trailing down his balls and into the crack of his ass. I kept his sensitive, deflating member in mouth as long as I could, milking every last drop of cum, before taking my seat at his side once more...slowly stroking my aching cock. 

Ben sat motionless, breathing heavily, as though completely spent...his body glistening with steam and sweat. I looked at his satisfied form as I spit into my hand, and worked to relieve my own need. He looked toward me, his gaze fixated on my throbbing tool. Cautiously, he reached over and grasped my prick...stroking it firmly, but tentatively. 

"Thanks, man...I meant it...you don't have to do anything." I said between moans and never pushing him away. 

"It seems only fair." Ben mumbled, as though fascinated with holding a cock that wasn't his own. "Don't think I'm up for more than this...sorry..." he said, his voice trailing-off.

"Don't be sorry, dude." I replied, in complete sincerity. "Anything is better than doing it yourself...the helping hand is cool."

Ben honestly did his best...spitting in his palm to keep the friction just-right, and handling a cock in ways that only another man would know. I was so turned-on by the unexpected turn-of-events that it didn't take long to bring me to the edge. 

"Oh...yeah...shit, yes...oh fuck...fuck...fuck!" I grunted over and over as Ben sensed my coming climax, tightened his grip, and continued to stroke me as four thick ropes of cum splashed across my chest. 

Ben held his cum-covered hand out in front of him, as though not sure what to do with it. "Wow...never seen another guy shoot before...pretty fucking wild." Ben said with fascination. 

I took a few moments to catch my breath before using my towel to clean his hand, and then wrapping it around my waist. "Thanks, man...I know you weren't real sure about this...but it was nothing more than a better way to get off than doing it yourself. You cool with that? I asked, as he stood to get his towel.

"Yeah...I really am...thanks for making it easy for me." Ben said with nervous honesty. "I'm tired as fuck now...going to bed and pass-out...take it easy, man." He said before offering a casual wave, and stepping out the door. 

++++++++++++

I saw Ben at breakfast the next few days, but never beyond that time. I think he'd had as much experimenting as he could take...at least for that week. It wasn't the most explosive sexual experience I ever had...but the unexpected moments always seem to stick in my mind as fond memories. 



Stress Relief



Everything changed when my father was arrested for solicitation. I was driving home from my job as a receptionist on a Thursday evening when my cell phone rang. 

"Hello...oh, hi Daddy."

His voice sounded urgent and stressed, "I need you to come down to the Central Police Station and bail me out."

"Bail you out! You've been arrested?" I practically shouted into the phone. Nothing in my 25 years of existence had prepared me to receive such a call. 

The car next to me honked as I swerved into its lane. The driver flipped me off. I mouthed my apology as I listened to Daddy. I pushed my blinker on and eased over to the shoulder. I had to stop the car before I caused a wreck.

Daddy snapped, "Mallory! I'll explain everything when you get here. Please don't call your mother. I'll explain....I got to go."

The line went dead. I called my husband, Jonathan, to let him know I would be late getting home because I had to run into the city. His voice betrayed his curiosity but he didn't ask any questions. He was an optometrist and still had a couple of appointments before he could leave. He said he'd grab take-out on the way home.

I arrived at the police station about thirty minutes later. The rush hour traffic was all on the lower deck of the Bay Bridge everyone was eastbound exiting the city for the suburbs. I parked and rushed up the front steps of the police station. My big breasts bounced up and down to the clickety-click of my high-heels. A departing policewoman lustily smiled at me as she held the door open. 

A black Desk Sergeant behind the counter ogled me as he got the pertinent information from me. My large round breasts seemed to be a magnet for his eyes. I read his shoulder patch as he typed the info into his computer: San Francisco Police with the Spanish phrase, "Oro en paz, fierro en guerra" which means "Gold in peace, iron in war." 

The sergeant picked up his phone and spoke briefly into it. He told me how much bail would be and pointed to the payment window down the hall. I felt his eyes watching me as I walked down the hall. I glanced back to verify my suspicion. Caught in the act the sergeant's black face lit up in a wide grin. He silently mouthed, "Nice ass." I grinned back at him and said aloud, "Thanks."

Daddy was waiting at the front desk when I returned. He looked like a puppy that had just been caught wetting on the rug. I felt like swatting his nose but I didn't have a rolled up newspaper so I hugged him instead, "Are you okay, Daddy?"

He shook his head positively and said, "Let's get out of here."

We walked out the police station hand in hand. I suggested we grab a bite to eat instead of fighting the outbound traffic. Daddy agreed and we walked a couple blocks to an Italian restaurant not far from the police station. 

Daddy had taken the afternoon off to watch a Giants baseball game so he was dressed in a polo shirt and slacks. I was still in my business attire, a gray pants suit with a pink blouse. I wished I wasn't wearing high-heels as we headed up Russian Hill into Little Italy.

A couple of yuppies dressed in business suits came out of a bar as we passed. One whistled at me and the other cat-called, "Nice tits!" 

My father stopped in his tracks and spun on his heels. "Hey fuckers! You want I bust your filthy mouths."

"Daddy!" I hollered and tried to intervene.

The two younger men were squaring up on my father. One of them spat, "You want a piece of me, Pops?"

"No," Daddy said as he kicked the man between the legs, "I want all of you."

The man dropped like he had been shot. The other man knelt next his fallen comrade and shouted, "Are crazy?"

"Apologize to my daughter," sneered Daddy, "or I'll kick your ass too."

I tugged on Daddy's arm trying to get him to back away. I was angry and stammered, "Daddy... Let's just go...I just bailed you out.... Do you want to go back to jail?"

"Daddy? Jail?" processed the kneeling man his voice quivered with fear. "Gee whiz Mister, we're sorry. We didn't mean any disrespect."

"Maybe, you'll think next time before you act like a jerk with someone else's daughter. Shall we go, my Dear?" Daddy turned and pushed his elbow out. I grabbed his bicep and we headed down the street.

I scolded him, "Daddy what's wrong with you? I just bailed you out of jail and you get into a street fight. Are you determined to spend the night in jail?"

Daddy laughed. "Wasn't much of a fight... I hit him and he hit the pavement."

"It's not funny, Daddy. What if those guys press charges for assault?"

"Not a chance. The one punk won't admit he got his ass kicked by an old man..."

"You kicked him in the testicles," I interrupted.

"Same difference on that punk. The other guy practically crapped his pants when you mentioned jail. He won't want any trouble from what he perceives as a crazy ex-con."

"Got it all figured out, don't you Daddy?" I squeezed his arm basking in his confidence.

"Baby-girl, you don't get to run one the biggest transfer companies on the West Coast without figuring things out."

We walked into the restaurant and surprisingly got a table right away. Daddy ordered wine and lasagna for both of us. I was famished and chewed on breadsticks while we waited for our supper. 

Daddy tried to make small talk about the baseball game. He and his golf buddies had played hooky from work to attend it. He was pretending like we hadn't just come from a police station. I listened patiently until after we had eaten our food. As soon as the waitress left with our empty plates I asked him, "So which of your buddies put you up to going after a hooker?"

He choked on his wine and I thought he was going to spit it all over the table. He wiped his mouth before he spoke, "None of my buddies were involved and I would appreciate your discretion about this matter."

The weight of what he had done hit me at once. Tears rolled down my face. Ever sense Daddy's call earlier in the evening I hadn't had a chance to process the magnitude of what my father had done until now. My mind just couldn't keep up with it all. I had to concentrate on the traffic as I rushed into the city. Then I had been distracted by the bureaucratic details of bailing Daddy out. Then the adrenaline rush from the scuffle on the street had further sidetracked me.

"What do you want me to be discreet about...that you got arrested for solicitation of a prostitute or... that you were being unfaithful to my mother?" I wiped my eyes with my napkin, "Daddy how could you?"

He dropped his eyes and looked helpless and ashamed. "I don't know. I have no excuse... I love your mother very much....I wasn't thinking....I'm..."

I rebuked him, "Mother will be devastated. You've ruined your reputation."

Sighing he said, "My reputation will remain intact. The Desk Sergeant told me the charges will be reduced to Attempt instead of Solicitation because no money exchanged hands. That's a misdemeanor and I just have to pay a fine which, by the way, is less than a parking ticket in this city." He finished his wine and signaled the waiter for more. He looked sadly at me, "You are right. Your mother will be devastated."

The waiter came and refilled our glasses. Daddy drummed his fingers on the table. The waiter left. I twisted my honey-brown hair and said, "I won't say anything. I won't hurt her like that but I think you should tell her."

"I won't tell her," he said folding his arms definitely across his chest.

"Why not? She has a right to know."

Daddy glared a hole through me. He unfolded his arms and lay them across the table. He clenched and unclenched his fist several times. He slowly blew his breath out before he answered, "Your mother is dealing with enough right now. What she doesn't know won't hurt her and believe me this would hurt her."

"What's going on, Daddy? Is Mother ill?"

He nodded, "In a way. She's going through menopause and it's been rough on her. Her symptoms have been severe. Physically she's been a wreck. Her emotions are all over the place and she has developed SDD and now sleeps in her own bedroom."

"SDD?" I asked, "Is it fatal?"

"SSD stands for Sexual Desire Disorder. Quite simply she has no desire for sex it's not fatal but it is problematic." Daddy looked me straight in the eyes he wanted to gauge my response, "Because I on the other hand desire sex very much."

I blushed under Daddy's gaze. I had never thought of my parents as sexual beings. Daddy was a good looking man. He was fit at 52 and now I understood why he had been working out so much lately. He had a full head of hair with just a touch of gray at his temples. 

Not knowing what to say I took his hand in my and stammered, "I'm sorry, I wish there was something I could do."

He squeezed my hand and then took a sip of wine, "I've masturbated until I've worn a callous on my cock..."

"Daddy!" I shouted shocked.

"Shhhh! Mallory not so loud," Daddy admonished. He looked around at the diners who gazed at us after my outburst. "I'm trying to explain... I'd like to explain to you... I'm not the bastard you think I am."

"Okay, I'm sorry." I gulped my wine down and signaled the waiter. "I think I need another drink, if I'm going to hear about my parents' sex life." I was going to order another glass but Daddy ordered another bottle.

"I know this is uncomfortable for you, Mallory. It is for me too. I never dreamed I'd be in this position. I just been under so much stress lately, I just needed some relief." He drained his glass and added, "I feel bad for even thinking of using a prostitute let alone soliciting one, which turned out to be an undercover cop and a male cop at that, dressed in drag I might add in my defense."

Giggling I said, "You have to be careful in this city, it is San Francisco after all."

Daddy laughed and seemed to relax. Our wine came and the waiter filled our glasses. Daddy continued his tale, "I know women think all a man wants from sex is a climax but that's not true. A man likes to be held and made to feel like he matters as much as woman does. So while masturbation does provide some physical relief it remains emotionally unsatisfactory."

"And you thought you might get satisfaction from a prostitute?" I grimaced.

"Better than beating off again. I just wanted to relieve my stress. What's the alternative? An affair?" He shook his head negatively. "I don't want the emotional baggage of an affair. I love your mother."

I took a sip and said, "I don't think a prostitute will do it for you either, Daddy. You just said the physical without the emotional is ungratifying. Besides do you want to risk disease and arrest again?"

Daddy smiled, "Point taken. I won't even think of prostitutes."

"No affairs either. I know half a dozen women in your company would jump in the sack with you..."

Daddy interrupted me, "If I were to have an affair, it wouldn't be with someone in my own company. The sexual harassment suit would be intolerable."

"But breaking my mother's heart would be tolerable?" I folded my arms across my bosom and glared at Daddy.

"I told you I love your mother. I don't want an affair. I just want sex. I want to feel like a man."

"You matter to me Daddy." I reached for his hand again.

He chuckled and avoided my grasp, "I know Mallory but I need more."

I finished off my glass and then refilled it. "You think you're the only one whose sex life is less than what they would like it to be."

Daddy cocked an eyebrow, curious, "Are you and Jonathan having problems?"

"Not really. It's just..." I hesitated long enough to take another swig of wine then divulged, "He can't do it as often as I want."

My face blushed as red as the wine. I looked into my glass instead of at my father but I continued, "About year after we were married, Jonathan had to have surgery for hydrocele testis which was so severe they had to completely remove one testicle. So he doesn't produce as much testosterone therefore he doesn't need sex as much as me."

"So Jonathan's a eunuch?" asked my father with a slight slur, the wine was having its effect. "That's too bad he's what ... just 31 years old?"

"No, Jonathan is not a eunuch. He can still do it and do it very well I might add. He just can't do if as often as I like, want or need."

Daddy giggled, "So you're a nympho?"

"No, I'm not a nympho. I don't think my sexual urges are inflated beyond the urges of any other 25 year old woman."

He looked at me and grinned, "Well aren't we a couple of sad fuckers... Let's get drunk."

I watched as he refilled his glass. I put my hand over mine to prevent him refilling it. "I think I've had enough. Someone is going to have to drive home."

"Screw it. We can get rooms over at the Fairfax Hotel. One for you and one for me. I'll call your mother and you call your husband, we'll just tell them we're too drunk to drive home."

I shook my head negatively, "Jonathan will be upset."

Daddy said, "Would my son rather you got in an automobile accident."

"Won't Mother be angry?"

"Yeah, but she'd rather I stay alive so she can chew my ass than have me dead where she couldn't." 

I was amazed at his confidence. He knew she would be angry because he got drunk yet he was willing to take those arrows. I decided his confidence was his most sexy feature. Then I frowned and asked myself why was I attracted to my father?

Daddy interrupted my thoughts, "Mallory, give Jonathan a call."

I nodded and hit the speed dial on my cell phone. Jonathan was a tad pissed off that I had drunk too much but he didn't want me driving impaired. He agreed that I should get a room and come home in the morning.

Daddy had called Mother while I was on the phone with Jonathan. He chuckled and asked, "Does my ear have a blister on it? Cause the tongue lashing I just got, had to have left a mark."

"Mom's pissed, huh?" I asked.

He nodded, "Oh, yeah, I think her hormones are out of whack again."

We finished the bottle of wine and then exited the restaurant. They turned off the lights as we left. The street traffic was practically nil a wet fog had descended on the city. We made our way over to the historic Fairfax Hotel; it was just a couple of blocks away. I guess the wine had affected me because walking uphill in my high-heels didn't seem to be as painful as it had been before I started drinking.

Walking in the damp night air sobered us some and I clung to Daddy's arm. I felt goose-bumps rise on my skin. I wasn't sure if it was from the cool air or the teasing touch of his arm on my breast. We walked silently enjoying the presence of the other. Each lost in thought.

I was curious so I asked Daddy, "When was the last time you and mother had sex?"

"Good sex about 18 months ago." He grimaced, "about six months ago we tried it again and it was a disaster. It was physically painful for her so we had to stop that left me even more frustrated. We had big fight and she started sleeping in the guest room the next night."

We stopped in front of the Fairfax Hotel. I looked at my father and the sadness in his eyes. I stroked my hand along his cheek. "I'm sorry you're so miserable, Daddy."

He closed his eyes seeming to enjoy my touch, "I know. You're my good girl."

We entered the Fairfax and Daddy checked us into adjoining rooms. Daddy looked at me. I smiled back at him. We got into the elevator to go up to the room. The sudden upward jolt of the elevator shoved me into Daddy. He caught me in his strong arms and helped me rebalance myself. He said, "You smell good Baby-girl, what's that perfume?"

"Secret of Venus," I whispered realizing that my father had just squeezed my breasts when he up-righted me. 

The elevator door opened, I stepped out and led the way down the hall. I turned and caught Daddy ogling my derrière. He said hoarsely, "You are a beautiful woman Mallory."

He opened my door and handed me the key card. I walked inside and gave a little squeal as Daddy patted my ass. The door snapped shut. I fumbled with it until it opened again but Daddy had entered his room and the hall was empty.

I didn't know how to feel about getting felt up by my own father. Part of me thought it was no big deal he was just lonely and drunk. Another part of me was horrified at the taboo nature of it and yet another part of me was excited that a good looking man like my father desired me. 

My feet seemed to give a sigh of relief as I pulled my shoes off. I rubbed my soles and wiggled my toes enjoying the freedom. I stripped off my jacket and threw it on a chair. My pants followed and then my blouse and bra. I cupped my breasts and caressed them. They seemed as happy as my toes to escape confinement. My nipples harden in the cool air so I ripped the covers down the bed and climbed into it with just my panties on.

I shut off the light and lay on my back and tried to process all that I had learned tonight. I felt so bad for my parents especially my father. He loved my mother yet needed more physically and emotionally than she was able to give him. I worried their marriage was doomed and the thought of that made me sad. 

First I tried sleeping on my back then I rolled over onto my stomach and then my side. Finally I gave up and threw the covers off and got up. I went into the bathroom and got a glass of water. I noticed the flickering light coming from under the door between Daddy's room and mine. I put my ear to it and caught the muted sounds from his television. I put my blouse on and buttoned a couple of buttons before lightly knocking on the door.

My stomach fluttered with fear and excitement as Daddy opened the door. He stood shirtless before me. I was surprised by the outline of his pectorals and instinctively I ran my fingers through his chest hair and cooed.

Daddy's muscles quivered beneath my touch and he moaned. He pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me. His tongue probed my mouth searching for mine. His passionate kiss took my breath away and I returned it with my own rising passion. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He squeezed my breast. My nipples harden and my belly warmed in response.

He broke our kiss and we each retreated to opposite door jambs. We stood facing each other panting like we had just ran a marathon. Daddy looked wildly around unsure. He was clenching and unclenching his fists. He huffed, "This is wrong, Mallory."

"I don't care," I puffed and threw myself again into his arms. 

Once again our tongues wrestled. I could feel Daddy's trouser covered cock pushing against my pelvic it felt hard. I ground my panty-clad pussy on it.

Daddy pushed me back against the door frame. He studied me for a moment and then he ripped my blouse open exposing my heaving breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it hard. He kneed the other like it was bread dough.

I threw my head back and groaned with pleasure. I ran my fingers through his thick hair urging him to continue to suckle. "That feels so good, Daddy."

He spun me around and I watched over my shoulder as he savagely ripped my panties off. The cool air on my exposed sex let me know how truly wet with desire I had become. Daddy stepped out of his trousers. I giggled as his boxers got hung up on his erection. His cock looked huge in the flickering blue light of the television.

Soon he was behind me massaging my breast. I moaned. He jammed a finger into my bald saturated snatch. I groaned. He began working his finger in and out of me. He whispered, "You're really wet, Baby-girl."

"I know, Daddy, I want you to fuck me."

He lifted me up by my waist and impaled me on his massive member. He growled with ecstasy as my silky wetness engulfed his hardness. He paused to allow me to adjust to his girth and to just enjoy the pleasure of my pussy. 

I held onto the door jamb for support as Daddy filled my pussy with his cock. I had never had a cock that big in me before, I pushed back against him and heard him "oof" as his back hit his own door jamb.




Stress Relief



We chattered incomprehensively to each other. He gasped, "Mallory...pussy....tight...wet...so good....love you." I responded with, "Daddy...cock...big...hard...good....love you."

With Daddy's back against the frame my toes were able to rest firmly on the floor so I began to swivel my hips in a circular motion. I heard Daddy hiss between his clenched teeth. I looked over my shoulder pleased with the look of pure pleasure that painted his face. I changed the swivel of my hips to a figure eight pattern. I kept one hand on the door frame for balance and began to diddle my clit with the other. 

Daddy gently tugged on my nipples while enjoying the gyration of my hips. He suddenly slapped my ass. "Fuck me, Baby-girl. Fuck me." 

"Ouch!" I scream. I picked up my pace and gyrated in the opposite direction. My fingers were strumming my clit like it was a banjo. I could feel my orgasm begin to rise from deep within me. I diddled myself faster and faster. My skin flushed and felt warm. I seated myself fully on Daddy's cock and climaxed. I howled as the volcanic release of orgasm shot through me and splattered on the floor in my own ejaculate. My eyes rolled back in my head and I fought to stay conscious.

Daddy waited until the orgasmic spasms of my cunt subsided then he began thrusting into me like a wild man. I leaned against the door frame to maintain my balance as he pound my pussy with passion. He pulled my hair forcing my back to arch and allowing another inch or two his cock to get inside me. His hot breath caused the baby hairs on neck to stand up.

I felt his cock begin to twitch and I'm sure it got bigger with each throb. I gasped as Daddy buried his cock into my pussy and shoot a steady stream of cum into me. I contracted my cunt muscles around his cock as he continued to empty himself into me. Cum bathed the walls of my pussy. I sighed with relief as I remember that Daddy had gotten fixed several years ago so there was no danger I would get pregnant.

Daddy bellowed with release. He kissed my neck as I straightened up. His cock was still hard as it slipped from my pussy. I turned around and kissed my father on his lips. He stroked my hair and said, "Thanks Mallory it's been so long." 

I saw a tear escape down his cheek. I brushed the tear from his face and said, "I love you Daddy."

He smiled sadly and said, "I love you too."

"Why so sad Daddy?" I asked, "Don't you feel better?"

"This is wrong, Mallory. You're my daughter for Pete's sake." He said leaning his head on my shoulder. "I just violated my own daughter."

I took Daddy's face in my hands and said, "I'm a grown woman Daddy. You didn't violate me. You didn't force me. I wanted you as much as you wanted me."

He blinked with realization, "You wanted me?"

"Daddy, I love you. You're handsome and virile. Besides you got the biggest and best cock I've ever had in me."

He smiled and kissed me. "I love you Mallory."

I felt his wet cock rub against my belly. It was still hard so I reached down and tugged it a couple of times. I led him to the bed in his room by his cock. It glistened in the flickering light of the television. "Let's relieve some more of your stress, Daddy."

The bed squeaked as I crawled on it. I lay on my back and spread my legs. I could feel Daddy's cum rush from my cunt in a torrent and down the crack of my ass. "Fuck me, Daddy fuck me please."

He mounted me and entered my pussy in one motion. He kissed me. His tongue penetrated my mouth as deeply as his cock penetrated my pussy. He was thrusting into me at a rapid-fire pace nailing my ass to the mattress. He whispered naughty things into my ear as he pounded my cunt.

I clutched at his ass trying to pull more of him into me. I contracted my cunt around his cock swallowing it the warm wet embrace of fevered passion. The angle of Daddy's dick tapped at my G-spot and I grew warm, another orgasm was building. 

"Harder Daddy, harder," I begged.

Encouraged Daddy pounded my pussy with even more intensity. I slung my head from side to side yammering incoherently. With a final thrust Daddy bottomed out against my cervix and came with gusto. I could feel jets of cum spurting into my wanton cunt. He growled in gratified release.

I howled, "Fill my pussy Daddy! Fill me with your cum" A sudden burst of white hot light exploded within me as my orgasm ripped through me. My whole body felt scorched from the climatic flash burn.

Daddy rolled off me and lay on his back panting. I curled up next to him and rested my head on his chest. I ran my fingers through his chest hair with sated bliss. I listened as his heart beat slowed to a comforting lullaby. We both fell into satiated sleep. 

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed unsure of where I was at. My head throbbed and I burped in the most un-lady like manner. I could taste sour wine. The cobwebs began to clear and I recognized Daddy's clothes on the chair. I sat up and looked for him. The shower was running in his bathroom.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed I got up and went next door to my room. My ripped and discarded panties were on the floor in the doorway between our rooms. They substantiated the fact that I had indeed fucked my own father, like my cum-filled pussy wasn't enough evidence. I picked up my panties and looked at the torn material a reminder of the desire my father had for me. My husband had never desired me so much that he ripped my panties off my ass. 

Next to the panties lay my blouse I picked it up too. I couldn't find the missing buttons so I just threw it on the chair on top of my pants. I smiled at the memory of the buttons popping into the air as my father torn my blouse open to get at my breasts, which grew warm with the memory being so wanted. I frowned not recalling a time when my husband had torn my clothes from me.

I jumped in the shower. Soon the steam from the hot water filled the air of the bathroom. It helped clear my head. I tried to figure out my feelings about last night. I replayed the events in my mind as I soaped my big breasts. I tugged on my hard nipples with glee. My pussy dampened at the thought of my father's big hard cock. I jammed a finger into my cunt. It confirmed that I was indeed as wet on the inside as I was on the outside. I emitted murmurs of pleasure as I fingered myself to a soapy, sudsy climatic emancipation. I shout, "Da-ad-dee," as waves of contentment cascaded from my cunt into the pleasure sensors of my body.

While I dried off, Daddy knocked on the door to let me know that room service as just brought our breakfast. I acknowledged him and finished my rub down. I wrapped my wet hair in a towel and slipped on the terry cloth robe that hung on the door of the bathroom. I opened the door chased by the cloud of steam. 

Daddy was already seated at the table drinking coffee. I joined him at the table. I kissed his freshly shaven face and sat down, "Morning Daddy."

He smiled broadly at me, "Morning, Baby-girl."

I was famished and ate my pancakes like a lumber jack. I said between bites. "This is good."

Daddy smiled as he watched me guzzle the food. He was wrapped in a hotel robe as well. He chuckled, "You might want to chew in between bites."

Once my belly was full I sat and silently sipped coffee. Daddy wasn't done eating so I watched him. I decided he was a handsome man fit and virile the gray hair at his temples gave him a debonair demeanor. I smiled happily. 

When he had finished Daddy put his fork down and washed down his breakfast with swig of coffee. Finally he said, "We need to talk about last night, Mallory."

"Okay," I said, "Last night was fan-fucking-tastic!" 

Daddy frowned at my profanity and said, "Baby, it was wrong. I was drunk and I got you drunk and took advantage of you. I'm so sorry, Mallory. Can you ever forgive me?"

Grabbing Daddy's hand I squeezed it and said, "Daddy I love you. There is nothing to forgive. I wanted you as much as you wanted me." 

He shook his head sadly, "It was incest and adultery."

"It was two people who love each other very much enjoying the intimacy of coitus."

"It was wrong," he retorted.

I stood up and undid my robe and let it drop to the floor. I smiled as Daddy's eyes feasted on my nakedness. I wantonly watched as his eyes fell upon my hairless glistening gash. He licked his lips and his eyes journeyed up my taut tummy to my breasts which began to heave with my bated breath. His eyes finally rested on mine. They were filled with lust and longing.

"Do you want to fuck me again, Daddy? Because I want you to fuck me again," I declared.

Dropping to my knees I opened his robe to happily discover his cock engorged with passion and throbbing with desire. I picked his cock up off his belly the tip of it practically touched his naval. I looked deeply into his eyes clear to his heart and said, "I love you Daddy."

He caught his breath as I engulfed the helmet of his cock into my warm wet mouth. It was like sucking on the knob of a baseball bat. I spit his cock out and slowly ran my tongue up and down its enormous length. Daddy jumped in his seat as I flickered my tongue into his piss slit before once again sucking as much as of his colossal cock into my mouth as I could. I stroked the remainder of his shaft. My head bobbed up and down on Daddy's dick like a beam pumper on an oil well. I felt his cock grow in my mouth and knew he was ready to cum. 

Daddy groaned as I let his cock drop from my mouth. It slapped his belly with wicked smack. I stood long enough to straddle a leg on each side of Daddy's chair. I clutched his cock pointed it my saturated slit and slowly lowered myself on to it. My mouth formed an O and I gasped as his cock went deeper and deeper into me filling my wet chasm with its hardness. I felt like I was being impaled by a fence post. Finally I was firmly seated on Daddy's lap his entire cock fully entrenched in my pussy. I caught my breath and giggled as his hairy balls tickled my butt-hole.

He sucked on each nipple first one and then the other. He squeezed my breasts like they were ripe melons. He playfully bit a nipple causing me to yelp with pain and pleasure. 

I slowly rose up on my toes gliding upward on his shaft. He groaned as I stopped just short of popping his cock head out. Then I slid back down the length of his shaft until his cock once again disappeared into the depths of my cunt. Daddy moaned in elation as I slowly repeated the cycle again and again.

He grabbed my hips and tried to quicken my pace his eyes pleading for release but I shook my head negatively and added to his torment by swiveling my hips in a circular motion. I panted, "Do...you...like...my...pussy...Daddy?" 

Daddy just nodded. Finally he couldn't take any more teasing. Daddy swept the dishes from the table. They crashed noisily on the floor. He picked me up by the cheeks of my ass and planted me on the table. I squealed startled and disappointed as his cock slipped from snatch. 

I spread my legs wide ready to receive Daddy's dick. I grabbed it as he got between my legs and guided it into me. I squealed again as he sunk his shaft into me clear to his bloated balls. I lay back on the table hooting and hollering as Daddy hammered his cock in and out of me at breakneck speed. I knew he wouldn't last much longer so I dawdled my clit until the white light of orgasm exploded with pleasure in my pussy and reverberated in my brain. I howled, "Daad-dee, Daad-dee."

The sodden spasms of my snatch were more than Daddy could take and with a final thrust he buried himself into me a shot his load of cum. Spurt after glorious spurt of cum warmed my cunt. He bellowed as his balls contracted in climatic release. He came so much it began running down the crack of my ass. Finally he bent down and kissed me deeply and sighed, "I love Mallory. I love you Baby-girl."

I smiled up at Daddy and said, "I love you too, Daddy. I don't know about you but my stress has definitely been relieved."

He lovely kissed each breast and said, "Mine too Baby-girl, mine too."



Stress Relief



***This is just a little lone shot thing. Sorry if it pretty much sucks, it's been a while and for some reason I've not been into this side of me since having my kid. But I hope it works. This isn't some long, drawn out thing, it pretty much goes right into the action.***



She was exhausted after running errands. So the first thing Amy did when got home was throw her keys and purse on the foyer table and make her way to the bedroom. In her room she tugged off her sensible tennis shoes, throwing them by the door, then peeled off her socks and jeans leaving them where she stood. Adding to that the long-sleeved, black top she wore. Now down to her underwear she unhooked the bra and dropped it to the floor. On the bed lay a simple gray tank top that she wore to bed. Aside from her panties it was the only clothing she wore at night, feeling too restricted in anything more.

In her pajamas she pulled the hair tie from her shoulder length, sable colored hair. She ran her fingers through it once as she fell into bed. With a yawn she rolled onto her side and closed her eyes, too tired to even get under the covers. It wasn't long before she was asleep and breathing softly.

An hour later the front door opened. Jared had finally gotten home from work. The traffic had been horrendous and after the long day at the office moving inch by inch down the highway only caused him more stress. Closing the door with a heavy sigh he saw Amy's keys and purse on the table. 

"Amy, sweetheart, I'm home," Jared called out as he kicked his shoes off. When there was no answer he went in search of his wife. He found her lying on the bed sound asleep. For a moment he turned to go to the kitchen for a snack but when Amy moaned softly in her sleep, he stopped, turning back to look at his wife.

She'd rolled over onto her back, her head turned to the side, the skin on her long, slender neck exposed. As he watched her he noticed how her chest slowly rose and fell, her ample chest moving up and down. One of her hands was resting on her stomach which had become visible when she rolled over and her shirt was pulled up a few inches. His eyes already moving downward he continued trailing his gaze over her navel and to the apex of her legs. Red lace panties covered the tops of her shapely thighs and concealing the small mound of dark hair he knew covered Amy's sex.

While looking over his half-naked wife, Jared's heart began to pound and his breath quickened. Amy looked so vulnerable laying there on the bed her full, cupid's bow lips slightly parted, hair mussed into a dark halo around her head. Being careful so as not to make any noise Jared tip-toed over to the bed and eased onto it. 

Her neck was too inviting to pass up, besides he didn't want to go too quickly and wake her. Slowly, he leaned down over Amy and placed a gentle kiss on her neck. When she didn't stir he continued by tracing his tongue up along the skin. As he deepened his kissing he nipped her a few times, making her suck in a breath but she was still fast asleep. 

Then he began to move down, kissing the hollow at the base of her neck and stopping just short of the collar of her tank top. Sitting back up, he gently moved her arms above her head and pulled her shirt up over her breasts. When they broke free of the material, Jared stifled a gasp. It didn't matter how long they'd been together he still had a high appreciation for her generous breasts. 

He leaned back over her and pulled one of the nipples into his mouth and suckled slowly at first. Quiet moans passed through her lips and her back arched upward of its own accord. Jared took that as a sign to suck harder. With one hand he began rolling the other nipple between his thumb and index finger, tugging it every so often. Amy rolled her head to one side as her breathing picked up. For a moment Jared stopped, not wanting to wake her. When he removed his hand and mouth his wife whimpered but soon settled back onto the bed.

It was times like this that Jared loved the fact that Amy was a heavy sleeper. He went back to tasting her breasts, flicking his tongue over first one nipple then moving to the other, massaging the one he wasn't sucking. By the time he was done with her breasts Amy's mouth hung open as her chest heaved. He kissed and licked his way down her stomach. At the top of her panties he pulled them down a few inches to show her hipbones. His lips pressed to each one and he allowed his teeth to gently scrap over them, causing Amy to hiss. 

He moved his lips inward and as he did he began moving her panties downward. He stopped kissing and sat up so he could pull the underwear over her knees and off her feet. With her mound exposed he slid one hand up one smooth leg and pulled it to one side. Now he could see her most private area and took one finger and began to slowly make circles around her clit. 

The strong sensation he caused by stimulating Amy's clit caused her eyes to flutter open from time to time but she still slept. He moved between her legs then and moved her other leg over to give himself more room. Positioning his mouth over her sex he began to lap at the juices that had begun flowing when he worked on her breasts. She was incredibly slick for him and her musky scent overpowered his senses as he buried his tongue inside her. 

Her hips bucked upward. "Jared," Amy gasped, making him smiled. It also made him even harder than he'd become, his erection pressing painfully against his pants. He couldn't stand it anymore then. Sitting back he quickly wiped his wife's nectar from his lips and undid his pants. 

At that moment Amy began to wake. Her eyes slowly opened as Jared grabbed her thighs and positioned himself in front of her. The moment she realized she was completely open and a man was there, about to enter her, she cried out and Jared took that moment to ram into her. She gasped and the walls of her sex grabbed him tightly as the fear she felt while still only half awake and thinking someone was raping her. 

Jared quickly began to pump in and out of her, making her moan. She swiped at him once and he grabbed both her wrists, holding them above her head. 

"Shh," he soothed, his lips next to her ear.

"Oh, Jared," she hissed out in pleasure and realization. 

He pumped harder and began nibbling on her ear. Amy practically purred from the warmth of his mouth. She moaned louder as Jared moved faster and faster, her own climax beginning. Within a few more second she let out a loud cry and a moment later Jared groaned as his own orgasm exploded. With a few more thrusts he slowed and then moved off Amy, lying beside her.

Amy's body continued to jump from orgasm aftershocks for several minutes, but when she finally had control of herself she giggled.

"You scared the mess out of me for a minute there, honey," Amy chuckled.

"I could tell and it was part of my plan," Jared responded.

Amy lightly smacked his chest as she rolled over and threw a leg over both of his. "You scared me but that was absolutely amazing." She hummed her satisfaction then sighed contentedly.

"Well, it was more for my benefit but I was happy to service you for quite a bit beforehand." He kissed the top of her head.

"So rough day at work then?"

"Yeah."

"Is it terrible of me to say I hope you have another bad day tomorrow?"



Stress Relief



Kelly was entering the bathroom to take a shower, when her dad came out of his bedroom.

"Oh Kelly," he said, "I've been meaning to ask you something. Have you started shaving?"

"I shave my legs," Kelly said.

"What about down there?" her dad pointed.

"No dad," Kelly said and blushed.

"That's what I thought," her dad said, "Well, you're nineteen, so it's time to start. When you're married, your husband will want you nice and smooth down there. Your mom's gone for the summer or she'd teach you, but I can help. Come in my room and I'll show you how to shave properly."

Kelly followed her dad into the bedroom. He closed the door and spread a towel on the bed. Then he went in the adjoining bathroom and she heard water running in the sink.

"Take off your shorts and panties and lie on the towel," he said.

He sounded so businesslike that Kelly simply obeyed. She slipped off her shorts and panties and lay on the towel.

Her dad entered the room with a soapy shaving brush and a razor.

Kelly closed her eyes. She wondered what it would feel like, being shaved by her dad.

He sat on the bed beside her and she felt the bristles of the soapy brush. She spread her thighs to help him. 

Soon he was soaping her all over. She felt shivers of pleasure as his fingers smoothed the soap over her swelling lips.

"Okay Kelly, now I'm going to shave you."

She opened her eyes and saw the razor uncover bare skin. He shaved her mound and then moved down to her labia. She felt the edge of the blade pass over her tender lips. He shaved her all over. Then he cleaned away the remaining soap, and dabbed her with a towel.

"That's better," he said, running his fingers over her smooth, plump lips. Her clit stood out and he ran his finger lightly over the tip. 

"Does that feel nice?" he asked.

"Yes daddy," she whispered. He slid one finger inside her slippery opening.

"Ok Kelly, relax and I'll massage you. It'll relieve your stress." he said.

She heard the juicy sound of his fingers sliding in and out between her lips. With his other hand he rubbed her throbbing clit.

Kelly became very excited and she soon had a powerful climax. 

"That's good," her dad said. "Aren't you more relaxed? Would you like to do it again?"

"Yes daddy," Kelly said 

He withdrew his fingers, all coated in her juices, and began to rub her swollen clitoris. She sighed as he spread her juices on the tip of her clit. 

"That's a good girl," he said, sliding his fingers back inside her. "Just let all your stress go." Kelly closed her eyes and rode the waves of pleasure. She soon had another violent orgasm and soaked his fingers. 

"Now that we've relieved your stress," he said, "I want you to practice shaving on me. Your mom usually does this for me, but since she's gone, you can help. It'll teach you to be careful with the razor, and when you're done you can relieve my stress."

Kelly opened her eyes. Her dad slid his pants off and pulled down his jockeys. His big cock sprang out. It was already, expanding and stiffening.

"Ok," he said, "rub the soap on."

Kelly used the brush to spread soap around his thickening cock.

She shaved the surrounding skin. His cock stiffened and swelled as her soapy fingers worked on him. It was soon pointing right at her face. 

"Ok," he said, "now hold it steady and shave along it."

She gripped his erection. She felt it pulsing in her hand. She squeezed it and drops of fluid ran down from the angry looking head. Then she shaved around his big cock. When he was all smooth, she wiped away the soap with the washcloth.

"Good job!" he said, "Now Kelly, please remove your bra and let me see your breasts."

Kelly had enormous breasts, like her mother. As she undid the tight support bra, they popped out. The nipples were aroused from her orgasms. They were stiff and sticking out.

"Just as I thought" her dad said. "Your breasts are even bigger than your mom's."

"Yes dad," Kelly said.

"You know, when I get very stressed at work mom gives me a stress reliever on her breasts. While she's away, you might like to do this for your dad."

"Yes daddy," Kelly smiled. 

"Good girl," he said, "Just stroke it."

Kelly gripped her dad's cock and began to stroke it. She felt it swell as she squeezed it. 

"Yes," her dad said, breathing heavily "Do it faster Kelly, help relieve my stress!"

She did as he asked.

"Rub it on your nipples!" her dad said.

Kelly rubbed her dad's dripping cock on her breasts and nipples. Seeing her spread his juices on her breasts brought her dad closer to orgasm.

"Oh yes!" he cried. "Here it comes!" 

He ejaculated two streams of cum that ran down Kelly's breasts and dripped off her nipples. Kelly milked his cock until the throbbing subsided.

"Thanks Kelly," her dad said, "I feel much more relaxed. Take your shower now."

"Ok dad," Kelly said. 

Part 2

That night in bed, Kelly thought of her dad in the other room. Was he thinking about her, all shaved and smooth, right down the hall? What if he came in her room for more stress relief? Kelly tossed and turned. Finally, she got up and put on her lamp. She looked at herself in her pink baby doll night dress. Her big breasts were almost bursting the thin gauze. She sighed. She wanted someone to stroke her like her dad did yesterday. She opened her door and tiptoed down the hall. She listened at her dad's door. Hearing nothing, she turned the handle and entered the darkened room.

Her dad looked asleep. She approached his bed and touched his shoulder.

"Dad," she said, "Can I get in bed with you? I had a scary dream."

He mumbled something and Kelly drew back the covers and slid in beside him. She moved across the bed and pressed against his warm, hard body. Kelly always felt safe with her dad, but now she was also aroused. She slid her hand down his stomach until she felt his erection through his jockeys. Kelly traced the outline and stroked him lightly through the cotton. She felt the cotton get wet as she stroked his head. 

After a while she took her dad's hand and drew it over to her. She guided his fingers down her panties and he soon began to pet her damp slit. His other hand went under her night dress and began caressing her breasts. Kelly pulled his big erect cock out of his pants and stroked him. The he rolled on top of her and she spread her thighs.

"Are you on the pill Kelly?" her dad asked.

"Yes dad!"

"Good," he said. "I'm very stressed tonight. I'm going to need a lot of relief."

"Yes dad!" she said. 

He entered her and gripped her ass cheeks. Then he began to pump her hard. After a while he gasped and she felt him come in her. Then he fingered her and rubbed her clit to two giant orgasms. When they were both satisfied, he carried her back to her own bed and tucked her in. 

"Next Saturday your brother will be home from Afghanistan," he whispered as she drifted off to sleep. "He probably hasn't seen a woman in a year. You could give him a nice surprise, Kelly." 

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On Saturday, Paul couldn't stop eyeing his young sister's curvy body in her tight, white dress. He could see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her big breasts were ready to burst the thin material. After the party, her dad told Kelly to undress. She took off her short dress and slid off her panties. Paul was a little tipsy, holding a beer. He was amazed to see his sister naked. Kelly covered her breasts with her hands, but it didn't hide much. Paul felt his cock uncoiling and a bulge was soon tenting his combat pants. 

"Your sister wants to welcome you home properly Paul," their dad said.

"Wow Dad!" Paul said.

Paul unbuckled his belt and slid down his combat pants. The sight of his sister's naked breasts and hard nipples, her pert ass and her smooth-shaven triangle had him fully erect. Kelly gripped his shaft and stroked him for a few seconds. All of a sudden, the excitement was too much for Paul. He went off like a geyser, shooting all over Kelly's face and breasts. 

"Very good Paul!" dad exclaimed.

Kelly milked his still-erect cock.

"I can relieve your stress whenever you want Paul," she said. "Just tell me if you need it."

Paul couldn't help himself. The seductiveness of her tone, the things she was saying and the gentle touch of her hand along with the hot scent of her naked body drove him over the edge again. Kelly kept squeezing his shaft as he soaked her breasts. Her brother came more copiously than her father and she was soon coated in his cum.

"Good boy, Paul." her dad said. "You'll get a good night's sleep after that, I'm sure."

Kelly lay in bed the next night, unable to fall asleep. She kept touching her nipples and feeling her smooth shaved pussy. She wondered if Paul was awake. Was his stress building up again? She wanted to relieve it for him, and she knew so many ways that he might like to try. She thought about oiling her ass and spreading her cheeks for him. Would he like to slide it in and relive his stress that way?      

Kelly tried to sleep, but just as she was dropping off, her door opened and her dad whispered in her ear, 

"Kelly, are you awake?" 

"Yes dad."

"Kelly," he said, "did you visit Paul tonight?"

"No dad!" she whispered. 

"He's still stressed," her dad said, "He needs more relief. When you've helped him out, stop by my room."

Kelly didn't need to be told twice. She slipped down the hall and entered her brother's darkened room. Paul was spread out naked on top of the comforter, stroking himself. He turned excitedly when he saw her. She slipped off her night dress and caressed her breasts and stiffening nipples. He watched her, jerking his big cock harder. Then she slid her panties down and touched her stiff clit, while he watched.

"Do you like to watch Paul?" she said, "Does this help relieve you stress?"

"Oh yes," he whispered, watching her hands as he jerked off. "Come closer please."

Kelly moved close up and stroked herself in front of her brother's face. He pushed his face closer to smell his sister's hot scent. Her excitement rose as he sniffed her, jerking his big cock like an excited dog. She felt her orgasm approaching in waves. Paul stood up and jerked off very fast until he squirted warm jets of cum all over her. 

Kelly kneeled on the bed and spread his juice all over her ass. Then she pulled her cheeks apart for him. Her brother got hard again almost immediately. He spat on his cock head and pushed it slowly into her tight hole.

"I know it's bad to fuck my sister, especially in the ass, but I need more stress relief so bad Kelly," he said, "Are you ready?"

"Oh yes Paul," she said, "I'll give you all the relief you need."

Paul gripped her ass and worked his big tool inside her. She rubbed her clit as he fucked her to help her open up and soon she had a huge orgasm.

Paul fell asleep almost as soon as he came. "Poor thing," she thought, "he is so tired."

She kissed Paul and went to her dad's room. He was lying naked on top of the bed, with his hand gripping his hard cock. She slid it out of his hand and caressed it until it was fully erect Then she kneeled above him and slid the stiff head between her lips. She moved up and down on his stiff cock and soon he gripped her ass and thrust inside her until he had a big orgasm.

"That's a good girl," he said "you relieved your brother and your daddy's stress."

Kelly slid out of the bed and went back to her room. She took some tissues and wiped herself clean. Then she snuggled into bed and fell asleep, proud of a job well done.



Stress Relief



I work at a busy call center and my job is very stressful. I have also recently gone through a messy divorce and so I was feeling particularly stressed when I headed in for another long day of work. One thing that I will say about the company that I work for is that they do a lot to help ease the stress and give us rewards for providing good service. They often have special meals for us and different events and things like that. On this particular day, they had arranged for fifteen minute massages to give us a little break in the middle of our day. Sometime in the middle of the afternoon, one of my coworkers came by my desk to let me know that it was my turn for a massage. He told me that they were in the small conference room at the back of the building, so I headed there and was actually looking forward to de-stressing a bit.

When I got to the conference room, there was a guy waiting for me dressed in loose sweatpants and a tee shirt and he greeted me and closed the door behind us as he pointed me towards a message chair set up to the side of the room. I got into the chair, settled in and tried to relax as he adjusted the headrest for me. It was the typical massage chair with the donut shaped headrest that you lean forward onto while you rest your chest against the padded support. I actually felt slightly more relaxed just not being hunched over at my desk.

He moved behind me when he was done adjusting the chair and began by working on my neck and upper back. He remarked about how tight my neck muscles were and we made some small talk about stress and work. He kept working over my neck, digging deep into the muscles and I let out a bit of a groan and a sigh.

"Feeling a little better?" he asked.

"mmm, that feels great."

I started to really relax and he moved from my neck to my back and lower back and I sighed and moaned as he did. It just felt great and I was so relaxed. He went back to my neck and dug into my muscles again.

"You feel much more relaxed now."

"Yea, this is awesome. I needed it."

"It's great that you can relax with a guy massaging you. Not all guys can you know?"

"I can just relax and surrender with either a woman or a man," I said and wasn't even sure just what I meant or why I said it but shortly after I did, I felt him move closer as he continued to work on my back.

Now I could feel him leaning slightly against my back as he massaged me. Somehow I was still relaxed and it seemed my contented sighs made him bolder as then I could clearly feel him press against me as he reached to the top of my shoulders. Now I could unmistakably feel his hardness against my back. I was swept up in the moment and only continued to relax and enjoy the feeling of him digging into my sore, tense muscles. I became aware too, of my cock growing hard in my pants.

"Do you want to move around to the front and work on your neck and head more?" he asked with a slight croak in his voice.

"Please."

He was standing right in front of the chair now, massaging my shoulders and the base of my neck. The bulge in his loose pants was unmistakable and so, apparently, was my lack of resistance because he stepped even closer and reached to rub farther down my back. His crotch was now right below my head resting on the chair. He reached down my back and as he drew his hands up my back, his hips rotated up, moving his bulge up towards my face. He repeated this motion and I watch his hips come towards me until I felt my hand reaching out and touching him. He moaned as he felt my hand move lightly over his tenting pants. His hips rotated up again straining for my hand and I pressed more firmly against him, eliciting a louder moan from each of us. There was no going back now but I was lost in my lust anyway. I brought my other hand up and I lifted his pants away from his hips and pulled down to expose his hard cock. One hand wrapped around his shaft and the other cupped his balls as his hips rolled up and he tried to fuck my hand, moaning and leaning his hands against my shoulders. He stepped forward just another couple of inches and rolled his hips up again and I guided his cock into my mouth. Now his hands moved to the back of my head and his hips began to move up and down in a slow steady rhythm of fucking my mouth. I'd never experienced anything like it but I loved the feeling of his hands pinning my head to the chair as he pushed his cock up into my mouth. I submitted to him. I wanted his cock to use my mouth, more, I wanted his cum.

One hand went around to his ass and pulled him towards my face, urging him to fuck my mouth, while the other held his balls, kneading and pulling on them, urging him. There was nothing but loud moaning from both of us. I felt the pressure on the back of my head increase and he rose up onto his toes, burying his cock down my throat. Both of my hands were cupping his firm ass cheeks now, pulling him into me. I felt his cock stiffen and begin to throb in my mouth and throat and I could feel him cumming, emptying his balls into me. Just as he did, I could feel the wetness spread in my underwear as I came in my pants. He thrust twice more into my throat as he convulsed and then rested flat footed as his cock pulled out so that just the head rested in my mouth as I sucked and licked, eating the rest of his load. Finally, he sighed and stepped back from me, pulling his pants back up over his deflating cock. I discretely wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood. We were both kind of awkward and then he said, "my card is on the table right there, if you ever want another massage. You can come over or I can come to your place." I picked up his card. "I'll definitely give you a call," I said as I walked out.



Stress Relief



This story and any others I may choose to write are similar to stories I would write for my ex. She loved them, I figured others might as well.

*****

I come home after a long day at work, frustrated. We've texted throughout the day so you know I've been having a difficult day.

I'm dressed up wearing a suit and tie. I walk in and see you sitting on the couch. You, knowing what kind of mood I'm in, have dressed up in something which you know that I will love. A plaid skirt and a white button up top, no panties, no bra.

I sit down next to you, not looking at you immediately, stopping to close my eyes and take a moment to breath. You lean in close, reach over, putting your hand on my chest as I take a deep breath, and ask calmly, "are you okay, baby?" Swiftly, I turn to you, my hand on the side of your face as I kiss you deeply.

My hand slides to the back of your head, through your hair, holding on tighter as our tongue begin to slide around one another. My hand slides down your body, over your tits, slowly over your stomach, down to your hips, stopping at your thighs. My hand grips tight, moving up and down, with each movement upward, pushing your skirt slightly higher. I move my hand to your leg closest to me, now massaging up and down your inner thigh, your skirt now so high your a slight look down would catch a glimpse of your pussy as it is become more and more wet. I gently slide my finger over your pussy, teasing you, but also feeling just how wet I have made you.

I break the kiss only to kiss down to your neck, biting it hard. All the while playing with your pussy, rubbing your clit, circling it, teasing it, until finally you say, "I want you inside of me." I respond by sliding my finger up inside of your pussy, curling it up, slowly fucking you with it. "Baby, please," you say, "I want your cock inside of me."

"Well, then, I will give my angel want she wants."

I slowly slide my finger out of your pussy and I have you lick it clean. When you've finished, I sit back, I remove my belt, undo my pants, and as I pull them down my cock forces itself out, bouncing up. I grab you and pull you on top of me. I grab my cock as you kneel over me, you lower yourself down onto it, but to tease you, I pull it forward just enough to so that your pussy slides down the length of it instead of going inside of your pussy. I grab you by your hips, pulling you down, your pussy pressed against my cock, and I have you sliding you pussy up and down the length of my cock.

Finally you beg once more, "please, may have your cock inside of me?" I smile, pull you in for a kiss, grab your hips, guide them up, the tip of my cock now pressing into your pussy. I pull you down, sliding my cock all the way up inside of you. You take no time, you begin riding me vigorously.

I rip your shirt open, I slide my hands up and down your body as you continue to ride my cock. I pull you in, so I can suck on your tits. Circling my tongue around your nipples, Sucking harder on your tits the faster you begin to ride my. When you slow down, I take your nipples lightly in my teeth and pull on them. I lean back and start taking off my tie and shirt. As soon as my chest is exposed you place your hands on it. You begin to dig your nails into me as you near cumming.

I grab your ass, I lift you up off my cock. I stand up carrying you, your legs now wrapped around me. I press you against the nearest wall. I slide you back down onto my cock, I slowly begin fucking you, With each moan you let out, fucking you faster and harder. It's not long before I'm thrusting inside of you as hard and fast as I can. The wall now shaking. You digging your nails into my back so hard, I'm nearly bleeding. Your pussy, spasms, you tremble, you hold on tight as you orgasm with my cock all the way inside of your pussy. I've slowed down only for a moment, but I continue until I'm cumming, filling your pussy. Not stopping until the cum is dripping out of your pussy and around my cock...

I carry you back over to the couch, lie you down, and I lie down next to you. I wrap my arm around you as we begin kissing again, slowing down for a moment...



Stress Relief



Sarani walked through the door, stress and fatigue showing in every line of her body. She gave me a weary smile as she set down her briefcase and purse, and one step brought her into my arms. I held her tightly, and she clung to me. With a sigh, she said, "Coming home to you makes everything bearable, Robert," as she sank into the embrace. My hand stroked up her back, feeling the knots of tension under her suit jacket and blouse melt under my touch. I knew exactly what my bride needed. My hand came up her back, to the back of her neck under her silky chestnut curls, and around to the front, where I snapped the leash I'd palmed to the special ring on her day collar.

It took Sarani a moment to come out of her stupor and realize what I'd done, and when realization hit, anger flared in her eyes, lighting the amber orbs from within. "Come," I demanded.

"What? Wait! Seriously? Can't I even get my shoes off?" I looked down at the shoes in question, black with four-inch heels and a strap that wrapped around her ankle. Gods, just looking at those shoes turned me on, even more than I already was! They were the sexiest pair she owned, in my opinion.

Leveling a look and cocking my eyebrow at her, I simply said, "No," and proceeded to lead my reluctant slave down the hallway to our room.

Once inside, I yanked her to me by the leash for a hard, brief kiss, then pushed her backwards onto the bed. Sarani was fairly vibrating with anger at being manhandled after the long day she'd had, and she pushed herself up and started off the bed. Leaning over her, I grabbed one of her arms, manacling her wrist with the leather cuff chained to the headboard. She was a hellcat, scratching, clawing, biting, and trying to unbuckle the cuff to get free, her hips bucking to knock me off and trying to get leverage to do some damage with her heels. Lying across her, I grabbed her other wrist and bound that to the other post of the bed. Her flushed skin and snapping eyes, both so reminiscent of how she looks at the peak of her pleasure, excited me further, and there was no way she couldn't know about the raging hard-on behind my fly.

"You. Fucking. ASSHOLE!" Sarani hissed in a low, lethal tone. Oh shit. She'd gone beyond rage into venomous, and it was a good thing for my sake she was restrained. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Untie me right this mother fucking minute, or you will pay dearly, and you can't afford what I'll demand." This last she said with a very pointed look at my package. Fuck, was she pissed.

Her suit jacket hung open, and I could see the flush against the plunging vee of her blouse. So prim and proper she looked, except for the leather cuffs around her wrists and the fact her skirt had hiked up to her hips. Calmly, forcing myself to be slow and methodical, I unbuttoned her blouse, taking my time, knowing I'd be throwing her off by not responding with the same ferocity she was feeling. I opened her shirt, letting my hands rest over her full breasts, pinching her nipples through the virginal white lace covering them. Her chest continued to heave with her anger, and Sarani continued to hurtle expletives at me, damning me to hell and calling into question the legitimacy of my birth. "Tsk tsk," I chided when she paused to catch her breath and regroup. "Do you talk this way to your employees, too? It would serve you well to be silent, my dear."

Still she spewed her furious tirade. Reaching between her legs, I ripped the fragile lace panties off her hips, the sound of fabric rending cutting through her curses. She opened her mouth to take a breath, and I quickly shoved the panties in her mouth, muffling her noises. The scent of her arousal tickled my nose; as angry as Sarani was, I knew that she was excited, too. A fissure of fear had darted into her eyes when I gagged her; never had I done that before, and I almost took the panties back out. But, no.

Reaching down to grab the spreader bar from beside the bed, I clamped her ankles to the rings on each end, pushing them a yard apart and giving myself a clear, wide-open view of her swollen pussy. Raising her legs above her head, I hooked the D-ring in the center of the bar to the chain mounted into the wall, dead center above the head of the bed. Now my ball-busting corporate executive was bound and helpless, open, vulnerable, and gagged.

I stripped out of my pants and underwear, my throbbing hard cock jutting out, precome already glistening on the tip and dripping down the shaft, before getting back on the bed and ramming my cock into her cunt. Sarani screamed around the gag as I stretched her tight hole and I knew I was pushing her legs to their limits as I mounted her under the spreader bar. I pulled back out, leaving just my tip against her slit, then again plunged all the way back into her. Her juices were flowing, coating my shaft in heat and wetness. The muscles of her love canal gripped me tightly, and my sack felt swollen and full as it slammed against her ass.

Sarani's anger dissipated in front of her mounting pleasure. She struggled in vain to meet my thrusts and I chuckled at her frustrated screams, muffled by her panties. Oh, sweet heavens! Power surged through me as I've never felt it before. I had never had such complete and utter control over another person. And yet, the love I felt for this woman tempered that power, honing it into a super-sharp feeling of such intense pleasure. I controlled her, but my love made me vulnerable; it was an exquisite sensation.

I drew my cock out, letting it rest against Sarani's pussy. Her eyes begged me to thrust it back in, and her muffled whimpers let me know she wanted it. Gods, how I wanted to give it to her! But she needed to remember that she doesn't have to be in charge of everything, that sometimes it was OK to let go. Futilely, she tried to raise her hips to my cock to take me back in, but the spreader bar and chain forbade it. I sat back on my heels, inwardly grimacing at the near-pain in my penis that just wanted its own release. Reaching over to the massage oil on the table, I opened it and let a few drops fall on the rosebud of Sarani's bum hole. Now that fissure of fear I'd glimpsed earlier became blatant in her eyes. As my finger rimmed the outer edge of her hole, spreading the oil around, and then sliding in, Sarani's head shook back and forth "No!" and her eyes were wide. I stroked my tumescent shaft while looking at her wickedly, placing the head at the opening of her virgin-tight pucker. I had started to push in when I noticed my wife's eyes were closed, and I saw a tear trickle from her eye to her temple. Leaning over her, I kissed and sipped the tear away as I once more plunged hard and fast into her waiting slit.

Bracing myself on my knees with my hands on either side of Sarani's head, I thrust hard and fast into her, slamming my body into hers, pushing her against the headboard with every plunge. The chain holding her legs up rattled above us. As my penis rammed deep into her wet cunt and slammed into her cervix, the resulting jolt echoed all the way down my shaft into my swollen, tight nutsack. Over and over I thrust into her, feeling her vaginal walls gripping my cock, her juices beginning to drip down to her ass and trailing over my balls. The come boiling and building in my balls was fighting to spew out of me, and a few more slams brought it shooting out of my shaft and deep into my Sarani's pussy. Barely had my orgasm started when I felt her body tighten, her cunt grasped my cock in a vice grip, and her cunny began to milk the remaining come from my body as she convulsed with the force of an intensely powerful orgasm. Her muffled screams faded away in the aftermath of the storm.

I pulled the panties from Sarani's mouth so I could kiss her, sharing with her all the love and tenderness I was feeling for her. I brought my wet member to her mouth. "Clean it!" I demanded, pushing it past her ruby red, kiss-swollen lips. Like an obedient slave, she laved it with her tongue, lapping our combined juices off before taking my rapidly shrinking penis in her mouth. Once I was satisfied that she had cleaned it well enough, I pulled it out and replaced it with my own mouth. The flavor of our combined essences was heady, and I settled in to enjoy the kiss.

After a series of long, drugging kisses, I began to unfasten her bonds. Sarani stretched and massaged the tight muscles, working the tension out. "You're still wearing the collar, so you're still bound to obey me. Stay here on the bed until I get back."

"Yes, my heart," she replied, my hellcat now a purring sex kitten. Unconcerned with my state of dishabille, I walked down the hall to the kitchen and poured a glass of the Chardonnay I'd chilled earlier and took it back to the bedroom. I held it out to Sarani who took it gratefully, sipping it slowly while I peeled away the rest of her work clothes. Once she was naked, I took off the rest of my clothes and snuggled in beside her. She sat beside me with her head on my shoulder, enjoying her wine. After a while, her warm brown eyes cut a look up at me and asked, "How do you always know just what I need?"

"I know you, sweetheart. I know you intimately."



Stress Relief



It’d been a long day at the office. One of those days you just want to come home, grab a cold beer, sit on the couch and veg for the next few hours. Stress from work was really starting to get to me, and I was looking forward to having nothing occupy my mind for a while. I don’t live with my girlfriend, but lucky for me she was going to be coming over soon.  I was hoping to give her my sad-sack work story, and have her make me something for dinner. 

When she arrived, I could tell she sensed my tension by the way she was talking. To be honest, I really appreciated it and knew I could use an evening of ‘babying’. After putting her bag in the bedroom, she came out to where I was laying on the couch, “Rough day at work?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe! I just can’t wait until we get past this transition period.”

“Well, just stay here on the couch and let me take care of you. Can I get you a drink?”

“Oh, yeah, sure hon, that would be great.” I knew this wasn’t the kind of night she wanted but sometimes you just don’t have control over things.

I heard the familiar clicking of ice in the shaker and knew she was making me a martini. She was here 5 minutes and she knew exactly what I needed. I swear, sometimes, she knows me better than I know myself. My body seemed ready to settle down and take the hint, so my eyes closed as I lowered my head to the couch’s arm rest. 

“Well, work’s over and now it’s MY time,” I could hear her tease from the kitchen. I knew it was unfair to bring my work stress home and I really hated to do so. I hoped I could have this drink and leave it all behind.

I felt her lips brush my forehead and my eyes opened. I was met with the sight of her holding my martini wearing only her panties and bra. She was the same girl that walked in front of me just moments ago but it was like she was just registering in my brain. God, she was beautiful. Her short cropped hair framed her face like a masterpiece. Her bra was a light blue cotton and matched her thong panties. She always wore thongs, and I loved it. She had the most perfect heart shaped behind and it was the centerpiece of a wonderfully curvy body that oozed classic voluptuous sex appeal.  

A smile cracked my lips and tension melted into the couch. 

“Well, we’ll just have to figure out a way to make you forget about all that,” she cooed. 

I already had.

She took her own drink and sat down across the couch from me with one leg tucked under her and her other leg drawn up close to her body.

“You’re gorgeous hon. You know that?” I asked. Her only response was a modest smile.

“So, how about you take a sip of that drink and we’ll deal with that stress of yours.” It wasn’t a question so much as a suggestion.

“What do you have in mind?” I inquired.

“I bet your back could use a nice rub down. Why don’t we put some music on, lower the lights and I’ll heat up some massage oil.”

As she got back up off the couch and walked to the back hallway to grab the oil I had a perfect view of her from behind. Her ass swooshed left and right as she walked away and I could have sworn she was adding a bit of tease to her stride. 

“Actually, why don’t we hop in the shower first and soothe those muscles with some hot water?” she asked over her shoulder. That sounded good to me!

I took a sip from my martini as I walked towards the bathroom. Placing my glass on the sink, I turned on the faucet in the shower and adjusted the heat. She always liked a hot shower while I preferred them cooler, but seeing as this was to relax my muscles, I figured the heat would be good for me.

I had just gotten the temperature right and was taking of my clothes when she came into the bathroom. This time she was completely naked and had a few of the candles from my bedroom clutched to her bosom. As my gaze moved down her body I could see that she must have just shaved either earlier today or the night before. She always keeps her pubic hair trimmed but every once in a while, she’ll shave it completely off. She knows I absolutely love it and she likes the way it increases the sensation when we make love.

“I put the oil in the bedroom for later and decided we could use these in here. I hope you don’t mind?”

“Of course not,” I said with a smile.

After the candles were lit and placed around the bathroom, we climbed into the shower. The water was scorching but after a short time my body got used to it. She took the soap, worked it into a full lather and started to massage it into my skin. “Just let all that work-tension leave this sexy body,” she teased.

She turned me around so my back was to her and she had me lean my head forward under the water. Feeling her fingers run across my scalp felt so good. Suddenly, her fingers locked into my hair and she gently pulled my head back towards her. 

Placing her face next to my ear, she whispered, “This is my time, and the water’s not the only thing that’s hot.”

I felt her lips softly pressing into the side of my neck before grinding hard into my skin. I immediately turned to face her and pulled her close to me. Lowering my head, our lips met. I could feel her tongue probe past my teeth and begin to play with my own. As my left arm curled around, pulling her closer, my right hand reached down to grab her ass. 

My kisses moved from her lips to her neck, down to her collar bone and then back up to her ear. She responded by digging her hands into my hair and allowing soft moans to escape her throat. My hand continued to knead her behind and I knew I had to have more. Without words, our embrace parted and I spun her around so that her back was facing me. Pulling her to me, my lips found her shoulders, then her back.

I began to push her body towards the back wall of the shower. I felt her hands brace herself against the wall, her body at a slight lean. Perfect. My kisses began to move towards her spine and then down her back. My own body lowered until I was squatting in the shower with my hands resting on her hips. I started kissing the small of her back and then just above the crack of her ass in that perfect little triangle of skin. Hearing her sighs above me, my hands moved to massage each of her butt cheeks. My tongue began to explore, trailing lower and she pushed her hips back towards me encouraging me to continue. It wasn’t often, but now and again she really enjoyed rimming and, when in the mood, I’m always happy to oblige. Thankfully, this was one of those times and as my hands pulled her cheeks a part, my tongue continued its exploration.

Her hips continued to gyrate back into my face and from the sounds of her moans I could tell that she was really getting into it. One of her hands moved down between her legs and began to play with her clit. My tongue ferociously lapping and prodding, my left hand moved to allow me to begin playing with her pussy. I slid a finger in slowly and her groans increased. 

“Oh god, baby,” I could hear her exclaim above me. “Oh yeah, lick my ass, baby. That’s it.”

I grunted in response.

My tongue continued and my finger slowly eased its way in and out of her as I felt her hand working vigorously on her clit. “I want to feel you inside me. Uhhh, yeah, I want you in my pussy right now!!” she screamed out.

After a moment, I stood back up and my hands grabbed her waist. Pulling her hips back, she leaned her upper body forward. “Oh, yeah baby, put it in me.”

My cock had long been hard and I slowly rubbed it over her crotch and teased her before slowly pushing it in. A relieved groan escaped me, letting her know how good it felt and she responded by pushing back towards me, forcing my cock in deeper.

“You are so hot baby. God it feels so good.”

I continued to pump my cock into her and after building up a smooth rhythm, it was as if everything became louder. I strangely seemed more away of everything around me. The water cascading on my back, the sound of our skin slapping, the hard breathe coming from our mouths. It all pushed me towards release.

“Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard. But don’t cum,” she demanded. “I don’t want you to come yet. I want you between my legs.”

Going down on her is always my favorite, especially after she shaves. It seemed like she enjoyed my tongue so much the first time she wanted more. I wasn’t worried about not getting to come. She’s always looking out for me and I knew if I made her happy, she’d make sure I was doubly so.

Pulling my cock from her pussy, I immediately moved down to my knees. Turning her body to face me again, she opened the shower door slightly so that she could rest her foot on ledge. This opened up her legs for me and I could see the wetness of her and knew it wasn’t just from the water. 

I dove to taste her and found myself in heaven. She tasted so good and with a treat like this, I didn’t care if she ever made dinner tonight. My tongue began to alternate between diving between her lips and flicking across her clit. She placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled me tightly into her. Her smooth skin was so soft, so gentle on my face. As she pulled my face closer, my mouth could only envelope her bulging clit and my tongue continued its ministrations.

“Oh yes, oh yeah… Oh god!!” Her moans continued.

I continued to concentrate on her clit and my tongue danced to the music her groans were making. I could hear her get closer to orgasm. Finally, I felt her body convulse as she came and my tongue began to dive into her pussy as deeply as possible to taste her sweet nectar. As she began to come down from her release, her hand eased up from my head. As her body began to relax, I continued to use my tongue to taste every last bit of her that I could.

I pulled back to looked up at her and I could see the satisfied look of a woman who got what she wanted.

“You do that so well, baby.” I couldn’t help but smile. “Now stand up. It‘s your turn.”

We switched positions and she moved down, wrapping her mouth around my manhood. With everything that had gone on to this point, I knew I wouldn’t last long but it would quality over stamina tonight. She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and began to stroke it to the rhythm of her lips. “Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, honey.”

After a few moments, she lifted her lips from my cock, while allowing her stroke to continue. I felt the flick of her tongue along the underside of my cock, just below the head. It was driving me wild and I was ready to cum. “Oh god, I’m going to cum,” I warned.

Her head moved back as she pleaded, “Come on baby, cum all over my chest. Come for me baby.”

Her words pushed me to the edge as her fist pumped my cock. I began to come all over her chest and neck. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s it, cover me in your cum.” She continued to stroke me until the last of my orgasm hit her body.  When she had squeezed the last drop of cum from my cock she placed her mouth around it and gave me one last stroke with her lips. 

“Ummm, baby, that was wonderful. I love watching you cum,” she said as she stood back up. She put her arms around me pressing her cum covered chest into mine.

“You were wonderful sweetheart. Thank you. I think you can treat my stress anytime.”

“I expect the same kind of treatment when I need it,” she stated as she moved us back under the water to clean ourselves again.

Her words reminded me that earlier I was stressed out, tense and only wanted to spend the evening on the couch. I’m so glad she had other ideas…..



Stress Relief



I could feel the warmth spread through my body as I deftly threw back my fourth shot of tequila. My face was flushed, the long week and all its stress was quickly disappearing from my mind, the tension leaving my body. I could feel the bass pulse through me as I made my way back onto the dance floor. The music was hot, the club was hot, and damn, I was feeling pretty hot myself. I was rocking my favorite little black dress. My well tanned legs, so smooth and sexy, my ass, so luscious as it moved sensuously to the music. I was feeling really good, and then my night got much better. I felt gentle hands caress my shoulders and work their way down my arms. Then he placed them on my hips and pulled me close and nestled me right into his crotch, he was so hard, so big. He rocked his hips to the music as he grabbed my hips tightly. He moved my ass in the familiar and arousing motions. I could feel his sculpted arms pressing into mine as we moved in rhythm to the music. 

Then he ran his hands down the sides of my breasts, his fingers brushing against my nipples, arousing them, and sending tingles throughout my body. He ran them down to my hips and then firmly turned me around so I could see his dark and lustful eyes. I could smell his cologne, the alcohol, the music, I knew where it was leading. He leaned down and kissed me long and hard, rough, like he knew he would have his way with me tonight. He ran his hands down the outsides of my thighs as his face grazed my shaved mound through my dress, turning me on, getting the juices flowing. Then he slowly started to move his hands up the insides of my thighs, I knew I should stop him, but it felt so good. They were soon under the hem of my dress, and I could feel the shivers in my clit as he moved across my wet pussy. Of course I wasn't wearing any underwear, there wasn't much room in my dress for such things. He teased my clit softly and then ever so slowly and sexy licked his finger, his eyes piercing mine the entire time. Then he put his finger in my mouth and I hungrily licked and sucked it, my breathing getting heavier every second. 

He pushed me back, as we moved towards the back wall of the club. The club was dark with lots of smoke and maroon crushed velvet curtains lining the walls. He pushed me into a dark corner, and the grinding got more intense. With his back to the wall, he bent me over until my hands touched the ground. I could feel my bare ass touching the soft material of his pants, contrasting his hard dick, trying so hard to escape. As he pushed into my ass, I couldn't help but moan, I knew my cum was getting all over his pants as he pushed harder and faster...then I could feel his fingers pushing inside me, I wanted to scream as he hit my g-spot over and over again. I could hardly keep myself from collapsing. Then I could feel his hands fumble with his zipper, all common sense and tact must have left me with the last shot of tequila I took. I could feel his long, thick dick, wet with pre-cum, bounce against my ass cheeks. I knew I should move away, this was so stupid, had my week really been that bad? But my body would not listen as I slowly moved my ass to brush against his dick. I could feel him position the head against my cunt, I moved back on it slowly, feeling it push inside, filling me so full. He began to gyrate his hips, back and forth, harder and harder, my moaning getting louder and louder. I knew I had juices running down my thighs by now, but I couldn't stop. He was pounding me, stretching my pussy walls so far it hurt. 

Then he swiftly moved in front of me and grabbed my legs, propping me up against the wall. He was biting on my hard nipples as he started pounding again, harder, I could feel him hitting my cervix, it hurt, but with each stab of pain came a wave of pleasure. I could feel my pussy spasm as my first orgasm came, I knew he couldn't last much longer, I should really stop him now, there would be no way to hide the mess if he came on me, or in me. As my brain tried to register everything, especially the fact that the folks near us had probably figured out by now that were not just dancing anymore, he put me down and turned me around again. He spread my legs as wide as he could, rubbing my clit, bringing me to orgasm again. As I was clenching my teeth in the throes of my second orgasm, I realized he was twirling his finger around my asshole, spreading my cum all over it. 

I started to stand up, realizing his intention, recognizing the impending pain if I did not move. I had only had anal sex a few times, definitely not with anyone near his caliber. He put his hand on the small of my back and pushed me back down as his head started probing my asshole. I jumped when his head broke into my puckered hole. He gently and slowly pushed the rest of his massive cock inside my ass, it burned as it tore its way in, no amount of tenderness was going to change that. He slowly pulled out, I was so tight around him I could feel him start to spasm inside me as he leaked some cum into my ass, just enough to push his way all the way back in. I could feel his balls slap against my pussy he was so far into my ass. And then he started slamming into my ass with all the energy he had left. He grabbed my hips so hard I knew it would leave bruises. He thrust into my ass so hard, I knew his hips would leave marks on my cheeks. As I began to cum a third time and tighten on his dick he let out a loud moan and began to shudder as he spewed his load of hot semen inside my ass. 

We both stood there for a few moments, spent, and needing some time to recuperate before trying to move on. He took off his shirt and wiped my thighs, my pussy, my ass, and tried to clean me up as best he could without being too blatant. Then he cleaned off his dick and hands and zipped his pants back up. He looked at me, paused a second, then told me he would be back tomorrow if I was interested, then he winked and sauntered off. I just smiled, honestly, because that was all I could muster at the time. I slowly and cautiously walked away myself. I knew it would be a long walk back to my car with the pain in my holes starting to sink in as the alcohol began to wear off, and my sanity slowly came to me. I knew I certainly would not be returning to this club tomorrow night, it would be asking for trouble. Random screwing is not a regular habit of mine, but the odds of me being able to say no, were pretty damn slim. After all, my stress had been relieved, did I really need more? 



Stress Relief



I've been a little on edge, and have needed a little stress relief. Little did I know that when I asked for it, exactly what I'd be getting. 

I laid my head back on the edge of the hot tub, and sighed as the warm water moved around me. I let my entire body relax, forgetting all the things that had been weighing on my mind, forgetting everything except the way the jets moved the water across my body and the faint hum they made. This was definitely worth checking myself into a suite at the hotel – an in-suite hot tub. This was my reward to myself – a day and night of not taking care of anyone but me. I reached out to grab the glass of wine I'd poured for myself and enjoyed the contrast of the cold liquid against my lips to the warm water lapping around my shoulders. 

I sat there, contentedly listening to the music coming from the cd player next to the hot tub. The soft glow of candles around me, their soft vanilla scent, relaxed me even more. I stretched and settled myself further into the tub, letting it reach my chin for a moment, then sitting up again so I could rest my head on the edge again. 

My phone rang, and I cursed myself for not turning it off, and if it hadn't been lying right beside me, I wouldn't have answered it. But I guess that's why I'd brought it and left it sitting so easily accessible, so that I could answer it. Damn but I hated that I felt the need to answer it all the time. I was frustrated that my lazy afternoon was interrupted until I flipped it open and saw who it was.

"Hey," I answered on a sigh.

"Hey, what's up? Busy day today?" He asked. 

I smiled to myself, hoping that meant he had some free time and wanted to spend it with me, "As a matter of fact, I'm NECK DEEP right now. In a hot tub that is."

"You're what?"

"Up to my shoulders in warm, swirling water, with nothing but a bottle of wine to keep me company."

"Do you want to keep it that way? I'd make it worth your while if you were interested."

"Oh, I suppose, as long as you are nice – I'm relaxing today."

"What if I promise you that before I leave you'll be so relaxed, so satisfied, you won't be able to move. Can I come by then?"

"Mmmmm, sounds good to me," so I quickly told him where I was, and settled back down into the tub and smiled as I thought about him. I had no doubt that he'd do exactly what he promised, and then some. I finished the glass of wine that I had poured, and was just reaching to pour myself some more when I heard a knock at the door. I sighed my reluctance to move, but grabbed a plush robe, and wrapping it around me, I opened the door to let him in.

"You weren't kidding, you were in the hot tub," he said as he walked in.

"Mmmhmmm, and it is where I'm going back to, wanna join me?" I dropped the robe and slid back into the warm water, not waiting for an answer. I looked up to find him standing over me, just watching me. "What, you don't want to get in?" I asked.

"No, I do, you just look like you are really enjoying yourself, I didn't want to interrupt."

"Oh, no. You promised me complete relaxation and satisfaction; you'd better get your ass over here and live up to my expectations."

"Is that right?" he laughed, but as I looked up again, he was peeling his shirt off and then pulling his jeans off. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back again, pretending indifference. I felt the water shift as he climbed in, and he grabbed my foot and started slowly rubbing his thumb up and down the sole, I sighed my appreciation. "So, are you going to just lay there with your eyes closed all afternoon?"

I smiled, as I opened one eye and peered across to him, and asked, "Why, is there something else I should be paying attention to?"

I only had time to gasp for air as he grabbed my ankle and pulled me farther into the hot tub, sending my head below the surface of the water. I came up sputtering, and found myself on my knees in front of him. "Damn you," I spat as I pushed my now very wet hair out of my face.

"You seem to be saying that to me an awful lot lately."

"Well, you deserve it," and instead of settling myself back across from him, I leaned forward, planting my hands on either side of him, and kissed him at the base of his neck, slowly working my way up 'till I got near his ear, then I turned and bit his shoulder. "Damn you."

He just laughed, but he put his hands on my hips and pulled me up so that I was straddling him. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, then pressed myself closer. I slowly rotated my hips, and then again, and looked up into his eyes and smiled. I ran my fingers up so that I could tangle them in his hair, and never breaking his gaze, I whispered, "Fuck me, please."

"Are you sure? I could tease you for an hour or so, after all anticipation is half the fun."

"What part of fuck me NOW don't you understand? You've been teasing me for weeks now. Fuck me now, please." 

"Well, since you said please," and he grabbed my hips and with a quick movement, I could feel him pushing into me, slowly settling me down onto him. When he was buried completely inside of me, I pushed up onto my knees, sliding up until only the head was still inside of me, then I let my weight push back down so that I was filled again.

"Oh, yes, this is what I want," I mumbled, and went back up on my knees again. This time after I pushed back down, I leaned back so that my head was floating on top of the water, and let him take control. He held onto my hips and moved slowly in and out of me, and leaned over to lick his way up my stomach, to tease my nipples. Just as he reached one nipple, and sucked it completely into his mouth, he moved his hand, and began rubbing my clit with his thumb. I pushed harder against him, bucking my hips as I came. 

He pushed me away from him, and I whimpered a protest as he pulled me off his lap, but he held onto me so that I was floating and, he used my hips to pull me closer to him. He dipped his head, and kissed my inner thigh, nipping lightly up one side and down the other.

"You're teasing me again," I sighed.

"Mmmhmm," I heard as he then turned his head, and licked so very slowly up along my pussy until he reached my clit. "You taste so good," he said as he dipped his head again to get another taste.

I could do nothing but lay back, enjoy and try to keep my head above water as his tongue moved so quickly, so skillfully until I was shivering as another orgasm shook my body. "Oh wow."

I looked up in protest as he stood up and started to climb out, until he reached for my hand, "Come over here to the bed, before you drown."

"Mmmm, but what a way to go," I joked as I climbed out of the water. I reached for a towel, only to have him pull it out of my reach. "What are you doing?"

"I have other ideas," and he pushed me back onto the bed and starting at my feet, he began licking the drops of water from my body. He was meticulous, touching every part of my body with his mouth or hand until I was vibrating with anticipation. I let my own hand run down my body, until I could dip into the warm wetness between my legs. "What do you think you are doing?" he asked, and he took my hand, and slowly, one by one, sucked my fingers clean, and then reached for me and kissed me so that I could taste myself on his tongue. 

I arched my back, desperate now to have his dick inside of me again, and I sighed in relief as he gave me exactly what I wanted. I rotated my hips, trying to control the motion, but quickly found that I had no control over the man laying above me. He stilled my hips with his hands, and flipped me to my side, straddling my leg. Holding my other leg to his chest, he began moving so quickly, so hard that I lost myself. He didn't stop, even as my body shook through an orgasm, and then another.  As I felt a third building inside of me, I reached up and grabbed the headboard and screamed my satisfaction just as I felt him push one last time into me and then the pulse through my muscles as he shot cum deep inside of me. 

The rest of the story is for later, after all, anticipation makes the end result all that much better, or so I've been told. 



Stress Relief



It had been a long day at work. I had snapped at several people for no reason and everyone was pretty much avoiding me. I was in serious need of some stress relief. To top everything off, I had to work late because someone else didn't show up. I was looking for something to keep me busy when you walked in the door. My thoughts suddenly moved in an entirely different direction from work.

I breathed in deeply as I always do when you approach me. There is something about your scent that tantalizes me. It's not just the cologne you wear; it's the heat from your body that draws me in. You laid your hand on my shoulder while you talked to me and shivers ran down my spine. Moments before the office had seemed cool but now my body felt as if someone had lit a fire under my desk. I was getting uncomfortably warm and I tried not to squirm in my chair as I listened to your voice.

"How has your day been?"

I looked up and smiled. "Pretty bad until you walked in. Now everything seems inconsequential."

You laughed and asked me a few more questions before heading to your office. When you were out of sight I picked up a few sheets of paper from my desk and started fanning myself. One of my coworkers walked in and asked me if something was wrong. She and I are pretty comfortable with each other so I replied to her honestly.

"Nothing much, just a serious hormone surge brought on by that good-looking man next door."

She laughed and said, "So why don't you go do something about it!"

I protested and made up excuses. She had known for some time that I was attracted to you and had been watching the two of us when we interacted. My major concern was that any advance I made would be rejected. She assured me that I was wrong, that she could see you were interested. She teased me until I agreed to go talk to you, to feel out the situation in the privacy of your office. She said she would cover my desk while I was gone and urged me to take my time.

I first went to the restroom to check my appearance. My face was slightly flushed and my eyes were bright. I wet a paper towel and blotted my face and neck trying to cool myself a little. I had worn a dress today and stood there looking at myself in the mirror, criticizing the bulges I could see. I almost talked myself out of going to see you but then told myself "what the hell." I pulled my underwear off from beneath my dress, rolled them up in a paper towel, and stuffed them in the trashcan. I hoped that no one would find them! I left the restroom and headed towards your office, conscious of the moist heat between my thighs as I walked. I was certain that you would be able to smell the sexual excitement coming from my body.

I came to a stop at your office door and again considered not going through with this. As I stood there, your door suddenly opened and there you stood. There was a look of surprise on your face momentarily and then you smiled.

"Can I help you?" You asked what was a seemingly innocent question that my erotically charged body pulsed in response to.

"Oh, I hope you can." I responded with a smile.

You stepped back and let me walk in the door. I walked past you into the office and heard the satisfying click of the door as it closed. I knew your door locked automatically and that no one would disturb us with it closed. I moved deeper into the office, around the divider to your desk and leaned against it. You sat down in the desk chair and looked at me inquiringly.

"What can I do for you?"

I stood silently for a moment and then my words broke free as if someone else were speaking for me.

"Well, I had in mind a round of hot, uninhibited, stress-relieving sex."

You sat there for a moment with a shocked expression before you spoke.

"What???"

Embarrassment immediately washed over me and I turned away. "Uhm…never mind. Pretend I didn't say that."

I started to walk away. You rose from your chair and grabbed my arm, pulling me around to face you. "Did you say what I thought you said?" You asked me while preventing me from moving away.

"Please," I asked while avoiding meeting your eyes. "Just forget I said anything and let me leave."

"Maybe I don't want to forget what you said." You responded.

I looked up into your eyes in amazement. I honestly hadn't expected you to be interested. You moved in closer, backing me up against the wall, pressing your body against mine firmly.

"Maybe I've been waiting for you to say something like that for a long time."

My body trembled with excitement. You slowly lowered your head and kissed me softly. That was all the invitation I needed and I sighed softly before raising my lips to yours again in a kiss that expressed all of the passion that I had been withholding for so long. Our tongues met in an erotic duel for power. You slid your hands down my back to cup my ass and pulled me hard against your growing erection. I groaned softly and wrapped my arms around your neck, deepening the kiss.

You worked my dress slowly up my thighs until your fingers rested on bare skin. You slid a hand between our bodies and discovered my other surprise.

"You're not wearing any panties."

"No…I took them off…I was hoping…"

You kissed me again as you slid a finger into the heat between my thighs.

"You're so wet…"

"It's because of you…you excite me so much." I pushed myself against your hand as I spoke.

Conversation became nearly impossible. I worked my hands between our bodies and freed your hard cock from the restraints of your clothing. I slid a hand up and down your length slowly, squeezing gently. My thumb slowly slid over the moisture at the tip and circled around the head of your cock slowly in a movement that I knew would stimulate you intensely. You thrust against my hands at the same moment you thrust two fingers deep within my moist heat. I cried out softly with the pleasure.

"Please…" I whispered.

"Are you sure?" You asked while you slowly thrust and withdrew your fingers.

I tightened my inner muscles around your fingers and you groaned. Your cock pulsed beneath my hand. I squeezed and stroked you in rhythm with your fingers sliding in and out of my pussy.

"Yes…now." I gasped when you withdrew your fingers quickly.

You raised my right leg, sliding your arm beneath my knee, exposing the hot, wet opening of my body to the head of your cock. You slid yourself back and forth over my clit, stimulating me even further.

"Please…" I asked again and was rewarded when you slowly began to enter me.

"You're so tight…hot…" You spoke brokenly as you slid deeper within.

"It's been a long time." I gasped out the words.

"How long?"

"Years…" I managed to breathe out before you suddenly thrust hard and deep.

Your lips covered mine at that moment, barely catching the cry that erupted from me when you filled me completely. You thrust repeatedly, driving my pleasure higher with every stroke. Somehow I had managed to wrap both legs around your waist while you gripped my ass cheeks with both hands and drove me against the wall with your cock filling me. Your pelvic bone rubbed against my clit with each movement bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

My hands gripped your shoulders hard and I arched my back to take you even deeper as the spasms started to rip through my body. I could feel myself tightening around your cock with every thrust. I cried out as my orgasm washed over me, tingling sensations running through my limbs as you thrust hard again and again. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me as you plunged deeply within and exploded with your own orgasm. I could feel your heat pouring into my body as you rotated your pelvis against mine, holding your cock hard within me. Our bodies pulsed against one another, coming down slowly from our mutual climaxes.

You kissed me softly as our breathing returned to normal. You gradually withdrew, holding me against the wall until I was sure my legs would hold me. You backed away and straightened your clothing while I slid my dress back down my thighs. When you finished buckling your belt you looked up at me.

"What are you doing after work today?"

"I don't know," I responded. "Do you have something in mind?"

You grinned and said "I think we can come up with something creative."

"Sounds good to me!"



Stress Relief



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With the large size of the drawings causing my software to slow down to an absolute crawl the stress I was feeling was getting very bad. It had reached the point were simply to change drawings it was taking nearly five minutes, and with the type of work I was doing I was needing to change drawings between ten and twelve times an hour. So basically what I was facing on the project was for every hour of productive work, I spent an hour waiting for the drawings to appear on my computer screen.

Since I was working through the holidays, the office was fairly deserted with probably seventy five percent of the staff off celebrating, shopping, or simply hanging out at home. As it turned out, with the exception of one person in an office at the far side of building, I was the only person working in my wing of the building. With the outside temperatures approaching eighty and no one really around working I had eased up on the dress code a bit, wearing shorts, a tee shirt and tennis shoes to work.

Searching for ways to relieve stress while I waited for each screen to appear, I had brought some books into work, but while the five minute wait between drawings seemed an eternity when I was doing nothing, it wasn't long enough to really let me get into reading. I'd find myself just getting into a passage when the computer was ready and then the next time I switched drawings I'd have to reread nearly everything I read before.

I finally found one book with some very short erotic stories in it, the stories were short enough so that I could read one in just about the time it took for a drawing to load. I would simply work on the computer until I needed to switch to another drawing, then I'd pick up the book and begin reading.

That seemed to work quite well for a while, but I did find some of the ultra short stories very engaging, so engaging that by the time I was ready to work on another drawing I found I had an erection. It was about that time I got an idea, "Why not take this stress relief to another level."

Standing up and looking around the office area I confirmed I was the only person in the cubical area and I saw the only other guy on the floor had already left for lunch. Confirming I was alone for the time being, I eased my cock out through one of the leg openings in my shorts and slowly began stroking it as I read. Now I wasn't really trying to get myself off, I just was experimenting.

Most of the time it took just a few minutes to change drawings, so I'd get though a particularly sexy portion of the book and had my cock feeling pretty good, but it wasn't enough to get off or anything. It was a kind of nice way to relax a bit, between working on the drawings and then reading sexy stories and slowly stroking my cock.

As the time wore on that day, I did notice I was getting closer and closer to coming between the work sessions and kind of made a game out of it, stroking my cock as I read, but fighting to hold off coming until the screen changed views and I'd go back to work. Finally, as it was getting close to quitting time I decided I needed to finish myself off, so I clicked on a drawing page that I knew would take a long time, longer than ordinary.

I flipped in the book to a sexy passage about eating pussy and I slowly began sliding my fingers up and down the shaft of my cock. After a while, I repositioned myself so I could wrap my hand completely around myself. Moving faster I felt the pressure building in my balls and the pleasure running down the length of my shaft.

Ignoring my computer now, I read in the book as I pushed my tongue deep into the woman's pussy, tasting her while reading so that my body suddenly released and I came, spurting my cum neatly into the trash can right in front of me. I then grabbed a paper towel, dabbed up the rest of my cum and tossed it into the trash. 

After slipping my cock back into my shorts, I stood up and confirmed that I was still the only one in the area. I could smell the distinct smell of cum and knew that if I ever tried this with people around I'd need to spray some cologne to mask the smell. I finished up my work then, took a few blank pieces of paper and covered up the cum that I could see in the trash can and headed home, completely relaxed. 

 



Stress Relief



Waiting for my husband to arrive from a long day of work had never been such an ordeal. Earlier in the afternoon I emailed my darling John detailing my plan to help him relax after another trying week at work.

For the past month John has been working with a different boss. He calls her The Bitch when no one else is around. It seems she makes all her subordinates' lives miserable. My husband is used to being in control and in charge. Working for someone else has not always been easy for my husband; having The Bitch call the shots has been extremely hard for him.

John has worked 80 hours this week and I know he is at his breaking point. With the economy so horrible it is imperative that he keep his job. I knew if I did not do something drastic he would snap and take out his rage on The Bitch and soon after he would be looking for a new job.

In order to keep my husband happy I made a bold decision. Knowing that The Bitch monitors all my husband's emails, I sent this email directly to John's cell phone after he returned from lunch. My plan was simple; my plan was brilliant. And, as I wait for John to return to me, my body burns for his touch.

John, my love,

 I know you have been under a great deal of stress working for The Bitch. I want to help ease your mind and body. When you arrive home I will be kneeling naked, at the front door, waiting to be used. Feel free to use my body in any way that makes you happy. I will be your devoted slave until you return to work Monday morning. I will deny you nothing. This weekend is not about my pleasure, but giving you an outlet for your aggression. Please my darling, punish me. Get your anger out of your system. Tie me down and turn my ass a deep shade of red. Please, let me take your pain; I deserve your pain. When you tire of beating my ass, let me take care of your raging hardon. I will suck you down my throat until I cannot breathe giving you untold pleasure.

 Master me; I will be your devoted slave. Use me! Make me beg! Hurt me! I want everything you can give me. I will serve you on my knees. I will deny you nothing. I will be your bitch in heat. Take my body and use it for your pleasure. Serving you with unswerving devotion and loyalty is the greatest gift I can give you.





Stress Relief After Work



I open the door as you return from work. You are wearing your work suit in its 'sensible' fabric and even the lack of style of the suit cannot disguise your shape underneath it! I give you a gentle kiss on the cheek and hand you a drink as you sit on the chair opposite me. 'Hi Steve' you smile. 'So sally, how was your day?' As you tell me about your day's work I am watching as you cross and uncross your long legs deliberately, teasing me with glimpses of your thigh.

As you finish your drink I tell you to stand up. You comply, smoothing your skirt down as you do and my eyes follow your hands over the curve of your hips. I tell you to move closer to my chair and to take off your jacket. I watch your blouse tighten across your breasts as you slip your arms out of the jacket and let it slide off to the floor. I sit back in my chair with my legs spread so that you can see the bulge in my pants getting larger. You are standing right by my feet as I tell you to carry on stripping. Your hands move to the button and zip of your skirt and I watch your nimble fingers as your skirt slides down to your feet, revealing a glimpse of your black lacy g-string between your legs, beneath the hem of your blouse, making my cock stiffen even more. Next you unbutton your blouse, gradually revealing your matching black lace bra. When the blouse is unfastened I tell you to caress your breasts... to run your hands over them and squeeze them to make your nipples stand out through the soft material. My hand goes to my pants as I watch, feeling my hardness and I see your eyes looking there too. I tell you to stop looking and to concentrate on your stripping...

Your hands move back to your breasts, caressing them a little more before you shrug the blouse from your shoulders and let it drop to the floor, the movement pushing your breasts towards me more so I can see them straining deliciously against your bra. You stand up with your legs slightly apart. You are watching me closely as my gaze moves down your body from your breasts, down over your stomach, to your wonderfully snug fitting g-string, my eyes lingering at the smoothness of your mound - trying to see if I can see the line of your hot little slit. I tell you to slip your hand into your g-string and play with yourself for me. I look into your eyes as your fingers find the fleshy folds of your shaved pussy. I can see that you are starting to enjoy the pleasure of your fingers when I tell you to stop.

I get up and kiss you on the lips and then I take your hand and lead you through to the bedroom. I sit you on the bed and open the bedside drawer. I take out the blindfold and you look up at me as I place it over your pretty eyes and tie it firmly. Then I lift your legs up and around so you are lying straight on the bed. You can hear me move back to the bedside drawer and get out the strips of blue cloth for your wrists and ankles. I take your left wrist and wrap the material around it before tying it to the bedpost, and then I do the same with your right wrist. Moving around to the bottom of the bed I gently stroke your feet, giving your newly cast-free foot a little kiss before moving your left leg to tie it securely. After that I look up at you from the bottom of the bed, your eyes covered and your arms tied as I spread your legs wide apart, stretching your g-string tight over your pussy. You look beautifully vulnerable lying there in just your underwear. I move up and kneel across your waist and then I lean forward to kiss you. Then I sit back up and start to unfasten my belt so you can hear it and feel me move on you. I unzip my pants as noisily as I can! I move off you so that I can take my pants off and then you hear me undress totally.

Moving to your side I start to kiss your lips, then your blindfolded eyes, your forehead before I start to nibble your earlobes. I kiss you very lightly on your neck before moving lower. I linger to kiss the start of the swell of your breasts moving your bra down so I can kiss and lick your nipple, feeling you squirming under my touch. I run my hands lightly over your stomach before my lips follow them down... I gently kiss and lick you soft skin as my hands move even lower, caressing your legs and concentrating on the delicate skin on the inside of your thighs. As my face moves further down your stomach I rest my head on your g-string so that I can feel your heat. My hands move higher and higher up your legs, teasing you at the leg of your g-string but not touching your pussy. You are starting to try and push yourself against my fingers but I keep moving them away. Then as I start to tease your pussy just a little, trying to find if you are getting wet, I stop and move away from the bed and leave the room...

I return to the room after a few minutes. You can tell that I am carrying something into the room but you cannot tell what it is. I sit on the bed and straddle your waist again. Your breathing has become heavier now. I lean forward and kiss you again as my hands find their way behind your back and I unfasten your bra. As I kiss you, you can feel my hardening cock pressing against you but you are powerless to reach out for it. The only way I can reveal you is to push your bra upwards - I do this revealing your wonderful breasts to my gaze. The nipples are pink and warm and obviously aroused. I move down to kiss them - very soft kisses as you feel my warm breath on them. Then I close my mouth around your right breast and take as much of it into my mouth as I can, flicking your nipple with my tongue. After a minute or so of this I turn my attention to your left breast. As I suck it my right hand moves down over your stomach to the front of your g-string. I run the palm of my hand over your firm little mound, noticing how smooth you are. Reluctantly I take my mouth from your breast, but I tell you I will be back to tease them very soon! 

I move off you and kneel on the bottom of the bed, between your outstretched legs. I run my hands very slowly up your legs, starting at your feet, feeling the soft skin of your calves... then teasing the back of your knees, leaning forward and kissing you there as my hands continue inexorably upwards. I feel the delicate skin on the inside of your thighs again but this time I don't stop when I get to your crotch. I run both hands right up to the top of your legs, rubbing you gently through the material. I can feel the fleshy lips of your pussy with my fingers. Then, with my left hand I pull the front of your g-string into a thin strip. I pull at them tighter a little at a time until your pussy lips are exposed either side of them. They look so delicious and I think I can see the first evidence of your wetness...

I move so that I can pull the strip of your g-string harder against you. Pulling until they rub against your clit and then letting them go looser again. Repeating this as I watch you buck your hips with each application of pressure on your slit. You start to moan softly as you enjoy the feelings between your legs. I decide to apply a little more direct pressure so, as I pull your black g-string tighter the next time, I press a finger against you, pushing the silk material deeper between the lips of your pussy. My finger slips up into your hole a little, forcing the silk into you. Now I can tell just how wet you are becoming...

But then I tell you it is time to tease your tits again! I move back up onto your waist. Leaning forward I press my cock between your breasts. I know you would love the way that it looks as I start to slowly fuck them, pressing your flesh around my shaft so that my foreskin slides backwards and forwards. I move a little further forward and tell you to open your mouth. You do as you are told so that at the top of each thrust the tip of my cock slides between your parted lips. I tell you to lick the pre-cum from the end of it and I see your tongue taking the moisture from the tip of my stiff cock and then savouring it. You try and move your head to get more of my cock in your mouth but I tell you that I will decide how much you can have. As I say this I move away so that my cock is out of reach of your mouth again. I move further back down so that my cock springs free of your tits. I move my mouth to your breasts again, taking your right one into my warm mouth. I suck at it hungrily and warm your nipple. Then, without you realising, I reach over to what I had brought back into the room. Taking my mouth away from your nipple I replace it with an ice cube and I watch as your nipple almost burns with the cold after the heat. I rub more ice over it and as it melts it runs in little rivulets between your breasts and down to your stomach before running down onto the bed. I repeat the treatment on your left tit and watch your face as I place ice on both your nipples, making them stand out from the ice-cold wetness on your skin.

You are straining at your bonds as I smear your nipples with more ice-cold water before once again I close my warm mouth over them and suck at them, licking the cool water from them. Your nipples are shiny with the melted ice and they are standing out, hard and erect as I move my mouth away from them. I kiss my way down your body, over your stomach and down towards your spread pussy. I love the feel of your silky smoothness as I push your g-string to one side and find your slit. I move around to the bottom of the bed so that I can see you so much better. Your lips are spread open by the position of your legs and I can see the moisture in your opening...a little more teasing and it will soon be running down your crack. I run my hands up your thighs and use my thumbs to spread you open even more and lower my head to your dripping snatch. I run my tongue slowly and sensuously along the line of your slit, feeling your fleshy lips. Then I take your lips into my mouth, sucking first one and then the other softly between my lips. Pulling on them a little and gently nibbling...tasting your sweet juices on them...

I decide that it is time that your g-string came off so I pull at the sides of them and tear them off you, leaving your pussy spread and totally exposed to my gaze. I kiss you there again, this time seeking out your clit, teasing it with the tip of my tongue. I can tell this is having an effect on you as your push your hips up to meet my mouth. Without you noticing I reach over and get another ice cube and pop it in my mouth. As I move back between your open legs I close my mouth over your pussy and push the ice cube up inside you, making you jump at the feeling of the cold in your warm hole. I use my tongue to push it deep inside you, your heat melting the ice and mixing the cool water with your juices. I drink the liquid as it flows out of you, closing my mouth over you pussy to catch every last delicious drop, licking you clean... *S*

I get up to move off the bed, pausing to kiss your mouth and slipping my tongue between your parted lips so you can taste your own nectar before I leave you again...

I return after 5 minutes and move to the foot of the bed. Even though you are still blindfolded you are aware of flashes of light. You sense what I am doing and you move your hips against your bonds...aware of what my camera can see. I kneel down to take some close-ups of you... trying to capture the moisture glistening on your swollen lips. I reach forward to caress your inner thighs, feeling the delicate skin there before finding your lips and holding you open for my camera...you can sense the flashes of the camera and the thought of knowing how exposed you are makes your juices flow even more, making my photos so much better!

Turning to you I say 'sally, I think your pussy needs something inside it... I am going to stretch you wide...' As I say that I pick up your dildo that I have left conveniently to hand! 'I have something for your hot little slit, sally... and I think you know what it is...' I move and sit on the bed on your right hand side. I am facing away from you looking at your shaven pussy. Taking the dildo in my right hand I run it up and down the inside of your right leg, before doing the same along your left leg. With my left hand I spread your lips open as I run the tip of the dildo along your slit watching closely as I find your opening and start to penetrate you. I turn to watch your face as I slip the tip inside you. You are biting your lower lip and throwing your head back a little and your face tenses with pleasure as I slide the dildo deeper inside you. 'Hmmm, I think your mouth needs something else too sally...' I move around so that I am still facing away from you as I move my left leg over your head and lower myself so that my cock is just above your mouth, keeping the dildo firmly against your pussy. You can feel the heat from it and you instinctively open your sweet mouth and your tongue finds the tip of it and licks the first drops of pre-cum from it then as I lower myself you take it into your warm, wet mouth. You open your mouth wide as I push my shaft further in, just stopping before you gag, then I start to slowly fuck your mouth. I lean forward so that I can see the toy. As I fuck your mouth I start to move the dildo with the same rhythm, sliding it in and out of your wet hole, watching it get wet with your juices. I have to be careful that I don't push my cock in as far as I am pushing the dildo! You are starting to breathe very heavily now and I look back up at my cock between your stretched lips, watching you sucking greedily at it...

Your mouth is stretched wide by my cock, your cheeks drawn in as you try to suck me deeper.

I turn my gaze back to your pussy impaled on the thick plastic dildo. I shaft you harder with it, making you shudder with each thrust. Somehow I manage to grab the camera and, as I support myself on one arm, I tell you to hold the dildo tight with your pussy muscles. I let go of the toy as you hold it deep inside yourself, enabling me to take another picture of you being fucked by your little 'friend'! *flash*

I put the camera down and slide the dildo out of you, lifting my hips and pulling my cock from your mouth. You strain to lift your head, trying to keep it between your lips for as long as possible. Noticing this I say 'Don't worry sally, you will have more of my cock soon...'

I turn around, straddling your waist. Reaching up I unfasten your right wrist, kissing it softly as I remove the tie, then doing the same with your left wrist. You wrap your arms around me as I lean forward to kiss you - first on the lips and then on your still blindfolded eyes. As we embrace I finally slip your bra off your arms, then I whisper in your ear 'I know you want to be penetrated by my hard cock, sally. I am going to fuck you now - but just a little. I have more pleasures in store for you...'

I slide down your body, between your legs, running my hands down them before untying your ankles. I bend my head to your dripping, swollen pussy. I briefly run my tongue along your slit, sending a little spark of electricity through your body. Then I get off the bed and stand on the floor at the foot of it, making sure that I have the camera close at hand. Kneeling down briefly I take another photo of you, capturing the wetness that is now spreading down your thighs. *flash* Standing again, I reach out for both of your ankles and pull you down the bed until your hips are almost at the edge of it. I lift your legs straight up into the air and then slowly open them wide, watching the lips of your pussy open up like the petals of a delicate pink flower.

I lift your legs again and rest them against my chest and shoulders as I edge the tip of my cock closer to your shaven snatch. I take hold of the camera again and focus it on your pussy hole and rest my cock against you. *flash* Then I slip the tip of it inside you, feeling your tightness around my knob. *flash* 'Do you want it deep sally? Tell me how deep...' 'Oh God, I want your cock so deep inside me Steve. Please fuck me now...' 'Soon, sally, soon.'

I slide my cock in a little further, then in just one long slow deep stroke I push all the way inside you, taking you balls deep. *flash* I hold my cock inside you for a moment and then I withdraw.

I move your legs down either side of my body and place your feet on the floor. I reach out for your arms and lift your from the bed. Moving you away from the bed a little I place my hands on your shoulders, pushing you downwards. You know what I want and you obediently sink to your knees in front of me. 'You are going to suck all of your juices off my cock now sally...every last drop. You now slowly as your right hand instinctively finds my cock and you can feel the stickiness of your own secretions in my shaft. You start to wank me slowly, your delicate fingers with your carefully manicured pink painted nails making a stark contrast to my engorged cock, the veins showing clearly as you lean forward and close your mouth over the end of it. *flash* 'When I say that you have to suck off every last drop of your juices I mean it, sally. Make sure you get all those juices under my foreskin' *S* you need no encouragement! You wank my cock into your mouth, pulling the foreskin up as far as you can, then I feel your tongue exploring underneath it, running over my swollen glans. *flash* you are taking your task very seriously! After cleaning the head of my cock you let me slip from your mouth and your tongue snakes all over my shaft, right down to my balls. *flash* 'Good girl sally...you will get your reward soon...'

I reached down and pull you to your feet. Holding you against me, my cock digging into your stomach and your tits crushed against my chest, we kiss deeply - traces of my cock and your pussy juices on your lips and tongue. I run a hand down over your butt and slip my middle finger up into your pussy, feeling your knees buckle slightly as you press yourself against me...

'Come now sally...' I lead you back to the foot of the bed, facing it. I get a pillow and place it on the bottom of the bed. 'Kneel down on the floor sally, and rest your head and shoulders on the pillow.' As you do this I move to tie your wrists to the bottom of the bed, but then I have another thought! 'Hmmm, I will do that later sally... I have just thought of something nasty! Get comfortable resting on the bed then spread your legs nice and wide for me.' As you comply I get a beautiful view of your butt and your bare pussy lips. *flash*

'Now sally, reach back and hold yourself open for me...and I mean WIDE!' I watch transfixed as you run your hands seductively over your butt, playing up to me...and the camera! *flash* Very slowly you grasp your butt cheeks and start to spread them. Wider and wider you open yourself up for me. I can see your tight little asshole and that delicious dripping pussy. You are held so wide open now I can see your clit clearly exposed and your wet shiny lips and that deep, pink, inviting hole, almost imploring to be penetrated *flash*

Knowing exactly what you are doing, you take your right hand away and slip it back up between your legs, running your fingers along your slit. I move closer so that I can watch you. Your left hand is still holding yourself open as you start to tease your asshole with your finger *flash* You are teasing your clit harder now and I can actually see droplets of your juices running out of your hole...running down to lubricate your urgent fingers. 'Get yourself almost to the point of cumming sally, but don't you dare cum until my cock is all the way inside your cunt.' My use of that word being deliberately coarse. 'Finger your hold for me sally. I want you to stretch yourself and get ready for my cock.'

I watch as you slip the middle finger of your right hand into your wet hole, the light pink of your fingernail contrasting with the deep pink of your labia. You seem to instinctively know what the camera wants to see and as you slide that finger into your pussy, the fingertip of your left hand teases your asshole and then disappears inside... *flash*




Stress Relief At Its Best



The 'boing' sound of his electronic alarm popped up on his monitor. The meeting was to start in about 10 minutes. The piles of requests kept oggling from the in-basket, laughing at him. 

He had been so wired lately he had developed a slight twitch under his left eye, he thought. 

Jack slid his finger over the bridge of his glasses and pushed them back into comfort. Sweat was barely tangible in the trail of his spine. The boss was awaiting Jack's masterpiece this afternoon. 

A co-worker, Dan, walked by and blurted "Hey, take your time. The boss just called and advised he was touring the other section's work area with the new VP. Lucky them! Don't sweat it babe, you have another... (looking at his watch) oh, hour or so." Dan skipped over to the small kitchen for more gossip with the ladies. 

Jack took a deep breath. He knew his presentation was almost finished and polished enough to show, but something else was ticking on his brain. 

The phone rang. 

"Finance, Jack speaking..." he muttered, unprepared for a phone call.

"Hey beautiful", she breathed into the receiver. "I'm downstairs. Meet me in the parking garage - your batmobile, in five. Don't dissapoint me." - *click*

Jack gulped. 

Who was this? The call didn't last long enough for his brain to register. Was it her?

****

He placed a few paper piles neatly on one side of his usual work space and pushed everything neatly away but kept digging into his brain, questioning if that had really just happened. He couldn't just leave work and go to his car on a whim. Come on. Well, this was not business as usual. She never calls. 

He casually turned his screensaver on, making sure no one suspected he was away, took a sip of water to soothe his throat and walked down to the elevators. The giggles coming from the small kitchenette whizzed by. He couldn't be bothered. Jack checked himself in the steel reflection of the elevator panels. He crunched his cheeks to make sure his dimples showed, just as she liked. 

-ding-

He looked up, and composed himself again. Walking out of the elevator, he looked around to perhaps find her green eyes. She was nowhere in sight. "Why would she be there anyhow" he thought, "she did say the batmobile, the parking garage. What could she possibly have up her sleeve... such timing." he grinned.

***

Upon his footsteps down the last flight of stairs he could hear a clear delicate drumming sound against metal. She was standing there, forearms pressed against the ledge of the car's roof, hands hanging there, just drumming her fingernails in a languid rhythm. Her back arched, firmly and patiently waiting. A slight grin was perched on her glossy lips as she looked him up and down like a juicy New York steak.

"I believe you're on time, D-licious. Very good." 

"Thanks" he smiled. "Is there a special occasion, or..." 

She slipped her index finger over his mouth to stop his lips and pulled him to her. She whispered, softly, "I don't need special occasions. Now, you're going to take the little itty bitty car key and unlock the doors. You're going to get your sweet (...groping his) yummy ass in the driver's seat and drive us away from this concrete box, (looking at his lips) right - fucking - now, Batman."

He couldn't find words. He had completely forgot about where he was, about the presentation, the meeting, the new VP, the time it was. 

Perhaps all logic escaped his cramped mind when his eyes lingered over her lips as she whispered those soft commands. His eyes dropped to her neck, to her plump tits. He noticed now her lack of clothes. It was rather obvious that under her slip-on silk dress there wasn't much underneath. Perhaps just her crotchless pantyhoses.

The heat from outside just crept down the dark concrete path and rose to their cheeks. He leaned in, unlocking the passenger door and opened it for her. He could almost taste her. She leaned in and lapped the soft skin of his collar bone ever so slowly while tugging at his shirt collar. She then licked her lips, turned and got in the car, still grinning. 

Finding his feet, he came around and sat in the driver's side, deciding he should concentrate if he wanted to drive. 

***

The bump as they slid out of the parking garage didn't even phase her. She gripped his hand and simply pulled it between her thighs, scrunchng the flowing bottom of her dress up against her tummy. Her right knee and leg nudged up against the dash board, she pushed his unexpecting fingertips up and down her bare wet slit. 

The way she groaned reminded him of a cat's purr. She kept on and he could feel how smooth her cunt lips felt. No panties, he liked. Somehow the whir of the motor faintly buzzed in his ear. All he wanted was to shove his fingers into her by now, to feel the tightness grip at his knuckles. 

A few blocks away from headaches and worries, he could feel the dampness seeping between his knuckles just below his curled wrist. She was aptly manipulating his fingers in and out of her cunt as if she had wanted this for days, calculated move, having visualised just how she would get what she wanted, just like this. He knew she always found a way to clearly let him know what she expected too. 

"Turn left on this street" she ordered. He managed to gently follow the corner and roll on. Two motors to manage. He loved it. 

She directed him to this little nook in the rich neighborhood of town. A tight parking lot next to a terrace facing an empty Cafe. He turned the ignition off and turned his stare to her. She rolled down her window, unbuckled his safety belt and hers. 

Pulling her car seat way back she whispered "I want you to finger fuck me, Jack. You're gonna make me cum. And cum hard." 

She glided her left foot gingerly over his right thigh, the hem of her dress staying at hip level, exposing her slick pussy to him in the lazy sunlight. She leaned towards him now, caressing his cheek as she suckled on his lower lip. She savored him, like the rarest of dark chocolates, with her hungry mouth. Immediately, his hand dove down between her thighs, teasing her, the back of his hand crawling its way up from her bare knee to her pussy lips. Down the other thigh to between his legs and down to her foot. 

She bit his lip gently. "Do it, Jack, finger fuck me to a crisp, now." 

"Show me how bad you want it" he tested. 

She groaned into his breath, and shoved her own fingers slowly and deep into her soaked pussy. Raising her hand, she glided her coated fingertips over his lips, sloppily and intently as she guided his fingers now, right up into her aching pussy. Her eyes locked in his stare, she shoved his fingers up as he countered by pushing them in so hard, she gasped. He bit his lip, pulled them out and then right back in as deep as he could. 

"Ooh, mmm that's it. That's exactly what I want, Jack." she moaned. "Fuck, that feels good." she hissed. 

He could hear the slushy sound, her sopping wet cunt gripping at his fingers, now slamming up and into her cunt, roughly rubbing the top walls, thumb grinding into her clit, driving her sweetly nuts. 

"Make me cum, Jack, make me cum, oh god you're gonna make me cum right on your fucking hand," she grunted. Her hand gripping at his neck. She kissed him hard, yanking his shirt away from his pants as fast as she could manage, moaning low in his mouth. 

His other hand managed to slide right into the low cut of her dress. He could feel the softness of her plump tits heave up into his palm. He squeezed and mashed her tits, wanting to palpate them all over. 

Her hand spilled onto his bulge now, the feel of her grip on his hard cock just flicking his urge up one notch. She pressed, fumbled with the button belt and zipper, soon caressing his bare cock in her hand. Moving her hand up underneath his half undone shirt, she kept caressing with her fingers, raking with her nails, her other hand firmly exploring the smoothness of his warm cock.

She whimpered and sighed through their kiss with every squeeze she could apply along his hardness. She stretched her arm, stroking his full cock, slick now from the drops of precum she smeared down the length, glossy, slippery and tight. Her gentle fist over and around this smooth and hard fuck rod, she wanted him gushing in her mouth again, soon. 

The harder he finger fucked her the more clenched her cunt gripped onto his fingers the louder she moaned. He had her cumming hard within minutes, as if she were boiling, her cunt rippling inside. 

Jack groaned instantly, noticing the messy hand he'd just inherited. This big smile glowed on his face, shaky breath, burning want. She licked her lips, bringing his fingertips to her lips to suck them slowly. Entranced, he leaned back, stared. 

One slight shift of her hips into the passenger's seat and her lips were hovering over his cock. Tongue grazing the rim of the cool moist helmet. One slow dragging lap from her moist tongue just smudged all over the dome. Rough intent licks.

Jack sighed, leaning back, watching her. His gentle, warm hand brushing her hair away from her temple and cheek, as her sheen lips wrapped and suckled on his sweet cock head. "Mmmm" she groaned. Squirm he did, licking his cunt juice coated fingers clean, just to drive her up the wall. He knew what she was after and knew she would get exactly that.

Before long, he could feel her tongue massaging the underside of his shaft, tugging at his cock as if to invite it, to slip into her throat, to ease up, to let her fuck him slow and deep with her hungry mouth. 

His fingers getting a gentle grip of her hair, hips rising in rhythm with her head slowly screwing downward on his cock, he fucked her willing mouth, a little deeper with each thrust. A little slicker with each tug. The warmth in contrast with the cool air she sighed drove him over the edge, slowly and surely. 

He could sense his cock throbbing harder as she suckled, swallowed. Her palm kneeding and caressing his balls, leisurely. All seemed in slow motion, freeze frame with this sensation of heat, wetness and yearning. He wanted to cum for her, to cum hard and give her that sweet load she was thirsty for. His hand again found its way to her wetness, this time slowly teasing and beckoning her sensitive clit to throb. She groaned on contact.

Jack immediately felt her throat pushing down against his cock and slip right over. The feel of his firm hand into her slit stirring her. She swallowed and fucked his slick cock slow and proud with her willing mouth. "Argh fuck, fuck, sweet fuck!" he grunted, loud. She had him cuming now, hard, slow, groaning, twitching. She loved how he tasted. The feel of his juices coating her tongue, mouth, her throat, she gasped, suckling until there was no more. Swishing her tongue up and down the shaft until she had lapped every drop of him clean. 

He finally gently let go of his grip in her thick hair and kissed her soft moist lips. Tongues gliding and savoring each other's flavor through a long suckling kiss. He sighed long and deep, half smiling.

"Back to work, Genius" she grinned.



Stress Relief at Work



Our company was experiencing a sudden boom in business, and my already 50 hour weeks were quickly turning into 60 plus. I felt like I lived at my desk, my office full of items brought from home. pillows, a blanket, radio. almost everything I needed to make my stay more comfortable. I was feeling the stress of the past week, and you immediately recognized my agony when you phoned.

It was already 7:00 p.m. on a Thursday evening, and I was struggling to finish a report that was due in the morning. You asked if I had eaten yet, and I realized that I had not. You offered to bring me dinner, and I accepted, though food was the furthest thing from my mind.

About a half hour later you arrive at my office door with take-out from the local deli. I apologize for not being able to stop and eat right then, but you smile your wicked little smile and asked me if it was ok for you to eat. I nodded, turning my attention to my computer screen. Too engrossed in my work, I failed to notice you put the food down on my credenza, unopened, and slip under my large desk. When your lips kissed my knee, I knew I was in for a real treat. You slowly licked a circle on my kneecap, kissing toward the inside of my knee. Your head rested on my opposite knee only briefly when I parted my legs slightly encouraging your exploration.

Not only did I part my legs for you; I slid my bottom closer to the edge of the seat. My work was suddenly unimportant. I wanted you. I was fully engaged in my own fantasy. You kissed the inside of my right thigh just above the knee. You turned to kiss my other thigh and I jerked slightly at your touch. It appeared as though we were both getting what we wanted. Your tongue moved slowly, licking every inch of my inner thighs. Your hands slid down the backs of my calves as you leaned forward to kiss deeper. I could feel my calf muscles flexing as I lifted my legs, rising to my tiptoes. I was enjoying your tongue. You moved your hands slowly up my lower legs, gliding over my calf muscles, across the outsides of my knees and thighs.

Your hands slid up under my skirt, fingertips feeling the edges of high-cut panties as you cupped my butt in your hands. Rising through the heat was my real scent, the scent of my soaking wet pussy. You wanted to taste me so badly. You slid your hands from under my panties over the tops of my thighs and down into my inner thighs spreading my legs further apart. My skirt had worked its way over the tops of my thighs, exposing myself to you. Again you slipped your hands under my butt cheeks nestled in lacy little panties, cupping my ass pulling me toward your waiting mouth.

You opened your jaws wide and engulfed my center, panties and all, tongue licking deeply into the material sagging between my swollen lips. My wetness had already soaked my panties and spread quickly to your lips. You began a slow chewing motion with your jaws while your tongue explored upward, probing for my swollen clit. You knew it had to be pushing against my panties, straining for direct contact with your searching tongue. You sucked me into your mouth, my juices flowing nicely through my panties, running down your chin. I was in my heaven.

My hips were rotating upward as your tongue probed the edges of my opening, forbidden to enter by the sheer fabric of my panties. As your tongue licked upward toward my clitoris, my hips rotated downward making my pleasure button accessible to your mouth and tongue. You could feel the protrusion of my clit through my panties as your lips encircled it. You sucked at my love button drawing it into your mouth shrouded in the silky material of my panties, your lips and teeth biting softly as you pushed your face deeper into my open legs. You moved your whole head up and down as you licked and sucked through my panties, enjoying yourself immensely.

As you licked upward, you lingered at my throbbing clit, biting softly and pulling at it with your teeth and lips. With the tip of your tongue you started to draw small slow circles around the tiny bulge in my panties. Alternately, you would lean close and kiss me with an open mouth sucking softly. Capturing my clit again with your mouth, you held it fast, moving your head in a slow circular motion, pushing into my wetness, sucking harder on my pleasure button. By the increasingly jerky movements of my pelvis, he suspected I was about to climax, and you wanted it to be a good one for me.

As you guessed, I was very close to having a delightfully complete orgasm. I was cumming, and it was your mouth that was making it happen. My hands came underneath the desk just as I was starting to cum and grabbed blindly for your head. I found you and cradled your head in both hands as I pulled you into me. My hips bucked hard with a couple quick spasms as my orgasm exploded inside of me. I held you fast as my orgasm hit a pleasing plateau. Slowly I started to relax.

You did not want to stop quite yet.... Your tongue was still lying flat against my pounding clit. Slowly you started to pull your tongue upward, pushing hard against me, your chin pressing into my soaking opening, then moving it back down, again ever so slowly. My fingers starting to flex tighter against the back of your head as I enjoyed the overtime attention. You moaned softly into my center, your mouth firmly in place. My legs rose again, my tiptoes pushing on the floor, the vibration of your muffled moan thrilling me. You closed your mouth slightly, squeezing my swollen wetness and my fingers flexed on the back of your head.

You made another chewing motion and my fingers flexed again. Again you moaned into me. Again I pulled on your head, my permission for you to take me again, to keep taking me. You bit down harder, moving your head left-to-right slightly, quickly like a dog with your chew-toy. I was struggling to stifle a delighted squeal as my legs were bouncing on my toes. You slid your right hand under my bottom hooking the edge of my panties, pulling them from my streaming juices, exposing the sweetness you really wanted. I responded by spreading my legs even further, hips rolling upward, inviting you to dive into the soft folds of my inner being.

With a long lingering lick you sampled the wetness that lay waiting for you. Your tongue made several deep passes through my slit, each time lingering on my clitoris. First, sliding up the right side of it, easing the flat of your tongue over on top, then easing down on the left side. Your mouth was less than an inch from my center as I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I wanted to remember all of your movements. I moved slightly, scooting toward you to recapture your lips and tongue, legs opening wider and then closing slightly. You reached out with your tongue, as you fluttered your tongue against my love button rapidly.

That's when I shifted into a new phase of enjoyment. My hips began to vibrate with a wide tremor-like movement. My hands clutched your head dragging you full into my steaming crotch. Your tongue dipped down and slid into my opening. You strained to fill me with your tongue as your nose rested squarely on my bursting clit. You rapidly slipped your tongue in and out, each time rising across my smooth silky crescent to the base of my clit, then racing back down and deep inside not wanting to miss a single contraction of the orgasm exploding inside of me.

Exhausted, I lay back in my chair, feeling totally drained yet peaceful. You slipped out from under my desk, smiling as you grabbed a tissue to wipe your chin. You bent over to kiss me, allowing me to share in the aroma and taste of my own sex on your lips and tongue. You reached over and picked up the bag of food, placing it before me, telling me it was time for me to eat. I tried to reach for the zipper on your jeans, but you just laughed and backed away, reminding me that I had work to finish first. You would be waiting for me at our favorite hide-away, and then you were gone.

It took awhile to regain my composure from the wonderful orgasm you had just given me. I quickly finished the report, probably in record time, and I raced out the door to meet you and finish what you had started.



Stress Relief Between Friends



Today was a tough day for the two of them, she had to investigate some accusations made by some one against her lover. He, her lover had to defend and refute the charges and accusations. 

She a firm tight investigator, hot body hungry bosom, and great legs, had to do all she could not to bite him or lick his Adams apple and stay focused on her job. He, muscular thighs, great package, soft tender lips had to do all he could not to grab her and stuff his eager tongue down her throat. She dressed in a tight skirt, black heels soft brown hair pulled up into a tight French twist. Her jacket firmly button on her voluptuous chest. She always had a thing for men in uniforms, and the blue really fit him well. He had great thighs and a sexy butt; she just loved to feel in her hands as they kissed. She loved when he tangled his hand in her long brownish blond tresses. 

Yet they played their dance, and did what they had to do. She pissed him off with her persistence, and he got her heated with his defense. They had as recently as Monday had sex in the bathroom of a restaurant during lunch. They couldn’t help it and like fire they devoured each other. He ate her pussy like he needed every ounce of her juices and she can recall gripping the top of the stall her legs wrapped around his waist as she pushed her hips onto his shaft.  But still today, they tangled she aggressive and firm pursuing her client’s defense. He steadfast and true to what she called his version of what really happened. They danced the issue and argued till finally it was over….

“Ohhh’ she moans come on give it to me like you know I want it… as they rock his huge member stuffed in her soaking wet pussy. 

“Did I get you mad when I accused you today? Did it upset you when I got all up in your face?”

He pushes fast and deeper into her so much so that it kind of hurts but yet feels incredible she knows her pussy is wet she can feel the juices dripping down her thighs. They are on their left sides she is pressed with her back to his chest, his huge member working her.

“Yeah you pissed me off so much that all I can think about is ramming you like the slut you are.” He places a hand on her upper back and pushes her upper body forward. 

“MMM” she opens her thighs a little and teases her clit, her nipples fully erect 

“Oh it hurts so good I feel like I want to explode.”

“ Mmmmm” he tilts his head back, grits his teeth and pumps his swollen member into her quivering box, grabs a nipple and squeezes it so hard, but yet just right, she groans closes her eyes.

“Ayyyehhhh” and can no longer hold it she explodes her juices dripping out her sopping cunt. He just keeps going. 

“Yeah you cum bitch, but I’m not done and your gonna love it”

She opens her legs a little more and grabs his balls. 

“Oh yes please I am gonna and I do love it, please fuck me more, like the bitch you know I am.”   

“Mmmm” he teases her clit now, making her writhe uncontrollable and she cant help but close her eyes and bite her lip, as she lets out a deep groan from in her throat. Still holding her leg up she pushes her hips back to his animal like thrusts and squirms as he teases her clit, 

“Oh please please" she begs "give it to me please." Like the slut I am I want your juices I want to feel you swell up and spew out the juice deep in my quivering little pussy.” She grabs the back of his thigh digging in her nails without realizing. 

“Mmmm, you little slut all that power you have, all that shit you showed me today, mine for the taking, Your just a horny little girl” 

“Yeah, just take it I don’t care just do me, I want that hot white juice so bad.”

He pushes in deep and hard and she can feel his already swollen member swell more, and than explode. She push back and the cum wave takes over and it feel like she is in slow motion and all sound disappears as she can feel this intense heat spill out and drip down her bottom and thigh. 

“Mmmm” you let your head fall on my shoulder and you wrap your arm around my chest, I let my body relax my back pressed to your chest, we lay together on our sides still enjoying the high we both just experienced. I smile and tell you 

“Thanks I needed that, you chuckle not a problem little one me too…. Thanks for the stress relief.”