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Sweet Seduction

By: FantasyComeTrue



Her dark blue-green eyes glittered mysteriously in the mirror before her. Was this the same woman who hours before had been sitting around moping in a worn terrycloth bathrobe? She could hardly believe the transformation in herself in such a short period of time. She was tall, the stiletto heels adorning size 7 feet turned proudly against the shiny hardwood floor beneath her feet. Sheer black stockings hugged her calves, reaching to mid-thigh, where the soft lace of a garter teased her ivory flesh. 

Her short skirt swayed slightly with the motion of her hips as she turned before the mirror. One hand pressed upon her side, her thumb stroking across the line of her ribs, palm sliding over the flat plane of her stomach, a long, French manicured nail teasing around her bellybutton. She tilted her head to the side, wispy strands of hair falling from the twist her lustrous black hair was swept into. Tonight was the night.

Would he want her? She ran the tip of her tongue slowly over pearl white teeth, her soft pink lips pushing into a small pout. She slid her palms up her stomach, over the silken material of her pearl colored blouse. The material shimmered under her fingers, goose-bumps pricking on her flesh as her thumbs found the peaks of her nipples, visibly hardening as her index finger stroked over, pinching them slowly as she slid her thighs apart. Tilting her head back and closing her eyes, one hand slowly slid down her stomach. Her muscles tightened, soft butterflies dancing in her stomach as her nails reached the waistline of her skirt. Just as she was about to dip her fingers within, the doorbell rang.

Wetness crept between her thighs. Would he like her? Having only spoken to him on the telephone and the Internet, she thought perhaps he would not find her as sexy as he had claimed. She reached for the shiny brass doorknob, turning it slowly as she sucked her breath in through her teeth. She swung the door open and took as step back, tilting her head up to meet the eyes of the man before her. He looked just like his pictures. Several inches taller than her, his golden, olive colored skin was a dark contrast to the brilliant white of her own.

He smiled at her, his milky chocolate eyes warming as they took her in from head to toe. She was beautiful, just a touch of a shy smile curling her lips as she motioned for him to enter. She had told him if he wanted her, to take her. Her animal magnetism drew him toward her as she took small steps backward into the living room. Soft flames lapped at the wood in the fireplace, bathing the room in dim light. One eyebrow tilted upward as he neared her, her eyes shimmering softly as her smile broadened. She reached her hands out toward him, softly stroking her thumbs up to his palms, circling slowly against his palms as she sat with him. 

He leaned toward her. How could he resist the look in those eyes? He knew that perhaps he should wait, should speak. Something should occur between them first, they must slow down. Even as these thoughts whirled in his mind, his heart and soul told him differently. Her lips parted slightly, the pink of her tongue stroking over them. Her saliva glimmered, a small intake of her breath, her mouth begging him to kiss her. She need not do another thing as his large, slightly rough palm cupped the back of her neck, his thumb stroking along her hairline as his lips covered hers. He could feel the pulse of his heart travel through his body, settling on his cock as it strained against his slacks. 

His body was aflame as his tongue coaxed her mouth open, tasting of her sweet breath as his free hand drifted down her back. His fingertips traced every bump of her spine, softly kneading at her tender flesh as her thumbs stroked just below his ears, a slight whimper escaping her mouth, barely making a noise beneath the heat of his kiss. The hand behind her neck moved slowly down her side, covering her stomach and stroking over it. Her body arched toward his as he laid his body atop hers, her legs sliding up over his own. His grew hotter and drew his lips from hers; nuzzling warm wet kisses down her neck, and into the hollow of her collarbone. Her head tilted back as she drew in a breath, her palms traveling up his back, fingertips grasping his shirt as she pulled it over his head. 

So quickly this was happening. Her mind whirled as his body laid against hers. The flesh of his back felt like heaven beneath her fingertips, her nipples ached as his palms cupped the swell of her breasts. He bent his head down and licked her stomach through the thin material of her shirt. Her fingernails pressed slightly into his flesh as he gripped the hem of her shirt with his teeth and drug it upward, his nose and chin nuzzling against her cleavage as he pulled it up her waiting arms and over her head. She could feel the dampness between her legs, her clit throbbing against her lips. 

She smiled up at him, coy and shy at once in the heat of her gaze, enrapturing him as his lips covered hers once more. She felt him move his fingers up and push the material of her bra over her supple breasts, her nipples melting against the feel of his chest against hers. Her body pushed upward very slowly, sliding along his body to tease him. She could hear the ragged intake of his breath as her palms slid down his stomach, one extending to stroke along the swollen length of his cock through his pants as the other found the button and unclasped it. 

Her fingers swiftly tug his zipper down, thumbs hooking in the sides of his pants and underwear, pushing one side and then the other down his bronze thighs, removing both at once. She tilted her head to the side as his mouth found her breasts, searing into her flesh as his teeth grazed over her nipples. She felt the soft flickers of his tongue bathing her flesh, his saliva like liquid fire burning on the surface of her skin. She used her feet to push his pants and briefs the rest of the way off, a smile curling her lips as her palms cupped his cheeks. She drew his mouth to hers and kissed him hard, her palms pushing against his chest until he sat before her. She covered his face in soft kisses, her lips drifting over his skin until they found his earlobe, tracing the tip of her tongue around it and drawing it into the heat of her mouth. 

He felt her lips and closed his eyes, feeling as if he were in heaven. Her small fingers stroked down the hard muscle of his stomach, his cock twitching as her thumb found the tip. He could feel every part of his body straining to feel more of her as her soft fingers encircled his length, stroking slowly from the head to the base. Her palm nuzzled against the fuzzy flesh of his sack, tight and throbbing against her hand. She squeezed as she stroked him slowly, soft whimpers escaping his lips as she kissed down his stomach. The tip of her tongue found his bellybutton and teased around it, taking the time to dip inside, stroking slowly against his tender flesh. She moved her free hand down to cup the heaviness of his balls and he grunted as she lifted them against her palm, her nails scratching lightly upward. Her moist lips soon found the tip of his cock, kissing very slowly against it. 

A bead of pre-cum formed against the tip of her tongue as it stroked along the slit in his head, her lips sliding down just below the ridge. She savored the taste, his hot fluid melting against her tongue as it rimmed slow hot circles around his head. Her teeth pressed very lightly into his flesh as her fingers kneaded his balls. He tried to resist the urge to push his cock deeper into her mouth, his large fingers finding the back of her neck and pressing into her flesh. He massaged her skin tenderly as she suckled up and down his cock, each time her mouth moved downward she took a bit more of him into the depths of her mouth. He could see her close her eyes and breathe deeply through her nose, and he let his head tilt back. She pushed her mouth down hard on his cock, his entire length sliding along her tongue, his tip hitting against the back of her hot little throat. He could feel his balls nestled against her chin as she moaned softly around his cock, his noises almost guttural as they left his throat. God her hot mouth felt good around his cock.

Her fingers moved to the hemline of her skirt and unhooked the clasp. She wriggled her hips and the soft material fell in a pool around her feet. Her panty-less pussy was dripping and hot, yearning for attention as her bottom arched into the air. Her fingertips found their goal, her middle finger extending downward to stroke along the swollen lips of her pussy. She wrapped her free hand around his cock and stroked with the rhythm of her mouth, jerking him off with her tongue, teeth, and fingers. 

She pushed two fingers into her pussy and undulated her hips, grinding against her palm as it teased the pulsating flesh of her clit. His large fingers stroked down her shoulders, his pants were now soft moans as they left his throat. She felt her body aflame from head to toe as he pulled her mouth away from his cock gently, and drew her up his body until her forehead rested against his. She slid her knees down on either side of his hips, hugging them as her fingers found the thick flesh of his cock. She pressed her mouth on his, suckling hungrily on his tongue as she stroked the tip of his cock along her lips. Pre-cum mixed with her juices, dripping over his balls as she wriggled his head against her clit. Her breath came in short rasps as he slid his hands down her back, urging her onto his cock. She pushed the tip inside and very slowly slid downward, inch after inch of his meat filling the achingly tight walls of her pussy. Her world became focused on only him as she felt his cock hit up against her cervix, making her quiver in pleasure. 

He could hardly believe how tight she was as he felt his cock sheathed in her pussy. Her muscles gripped so tight around him he felt like he could explode at any moment. As she slid all the way down he could feel his balls nestle against the hot base of her pussy, and he traces his hands down her back to her ass. His palms cupped her cheeks and held her down against him, his body grinding as his head tilted back and he moaned. She slid her fingers behind herself, down his thighs. He could feel her nails dragging into his flesh as they came to a rest just above his knees. 

She tightened her palms and used the brace to push herself up and down. He could feel every muscle of her pussy tighten around his cock, and he was in heaven. Every movement of her body on his brought him closer to cumming, and he could see the motions of her hips on his become more frantic as heat flushed her face. He slid a hand around her stomach and down to cup her pussy, his middle finger teasing against her clit. She leaned down and kissed his mouth hard, her tongue stroking deeply within as he reverberated his finger on her clit. Her body wriggled against his and drove him crazy with desire. He closed his eyes and relished the feel of her on top of him. 

She moaned in pure ecstasy as he teased her clit. Sliding up and down the length of his cock made her every muscle tighten and tingle. She wanted nothing more to cum around his cock as her hand found its way beneath her body to his balls. She could feel her cum covering them as she rolled them between his fingers, kissing him harder. She extended her middle finger downward and stroked the tender flesh beneath his balls, and could feel him tremble beneath her. She moved her mouth from his and kissed down his jaw-line, the very first words of the evening spoken in a hot whisper against his ear. “Cum for me, baby.”

This pushed him over the edge and he rammed his cock into her hot pussy with abandon. Her finger against his g-spot drove him wild and he could feel her muscles expand and contract with every one of his thrusts up into her. He let loose, hot streams of cum filling his pussy as his mouth found hers. He fucked her hot lips with his tongue, moving it in the same rhythm as his cock thrusting into her. He could hear her moans turn to shrieks as her muscles convulsed around his cock, her cum milking every drop out of him as his seed filled her womb. 

His hands gripped tightly against her ass, one fingertip sliding very slowly along her crack, rimming around her tender nether hole as she came in torrents, the couch beneath them soaking with a pool of their juices. He wriggled his fingertip in and rotated it as his cock began to grow limp inside of her. She stretched her body down against his, her pebble-hard nipples teasing along his sweaty chest. He sighed softly and pressed kisses against her temple, her cheek, down her face. He tilted his cheek against her hair and lay with her in sweet, pleasured bliss.

Her eyes drifted shut with his, smelling the scent of him mingled with hers, their sweat and bodies becoming as one as she melted into him, sighing happily as she drifted to sleep with him, his cock still inside of her dripping hole as she moved away from this world, into her dreams of him, and his of her. 

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Sweet Seduction



My mobile phone buzzed once on the counter of my bathroom and the rectangular outer screen lit up. I heard it as I stepped from the shower and despite the steamed up screen, I could see that I had a new text. 

It brought a shiver of apprehension. I suspected who it was from. And it made me wet. 

I ignored the irresistible temptation to look and threw open the bathroom door. Steam spilled into the bedroom as I crossed over to the floor-length mirror in the corner. Once upon a time, I remembered the kinkiness of watching myself in this mirror from the bed as my husband took me from behind. 

Sadly, those days were long gone...

I appraised the firmness of my naked body in the mirror and tried to understand why I wasn't good enough for my husband. 

My breasts were fabulous. My stomach, after all that work in the gym, had long since shed any excess fat. My ass was still nice and tight. And my clean shaven pussy was already showing signs of arousal from thoughts of who had sent me the text. 

I cocked my hip to the right and stretched my body upwards, posing like the runway model I had always imagined myself to be. Except that I wasn't. I was a secretary in a job that was boring me to death. I needed excitement in my life. 

And if I allowed it, Sonjjii Lerue Legg was willing to provide it.

The forty-seven year old black catholic school teacher had made her interest known to me at a party a month or so ago. Just thinking about what had happened made my knees tremble. 

The last time I'd experimented with women had been in my teens and I certainly wasn't looking for an affair, despite my husband's almost complete lack of interest in me. But there was something about the way Sonjjii had looked at me with those dark eyes that night, the way she'd talked to me, the way it felt like she could read my mind. 

I'd made it clear I wasn't interested in taking things further. Or at least I'd thought I had. Maybe she'd seen past my weak words and focused on the look in my eyes? Whatever the reason, she had chased me relentlessly since then. Phone calls, texts, each designed to raise my sexual temperature even further. 

If it had been a guy I would have thought of it as harassment. But the fact it was Sonjjii chasing me, and that she wouldn't take 'no' as an answer, was surprisingly appealing. I was flattered that she was taking such an interest in me and being so persistent. She was winning me around and, with Donald completely disinterested in me I'd lost count of the number of times I'd masturbated to thoughts of her.

I tried to park the lewd thoughts and slipped into a lacy white thong and strapless white bra. But I couldn't resist. I wandered back into the bathroom and checked the text message on my mobile. 

'Looking forward to seeing you at the party tonight, hot ass...'

I shivered again. Tingling sensations formed between my thighs. 

Donald would no doubt get drunk again tonight. That was par for the course, nowadays. But this time, rather than trying to clean up the mess he left behind, I was going to enjoy myself instead. 

With an uncanny sense of timing, my hero of a husband walked into the bedroom just as I was rolling on my black stay-ups. 

"Claire, have you seen my wallet? I can't find it anywhere."

He didn't even give me a second glance. Switching legs, I sighed inwardly. Once upon a time he would have thrown me on the bed and ravished me at the sight of me wearing thigh highs. Now, he didn't even blink. 

"Did you check the top of your dresser?" 

"Ah, okay, yeah." 

That was that. No kiss. Not even a compliment. He was gone as quickly as he'd arrived. And from the way he had slightly slurred his words, he'd already begun drinking. 

The pattern was always the same. He'd get drunk, flirt inappropriately with someone half his age, make a fool out of the two of them, and then pass out. I'd usually be making excuses for him all night, but not this time. Tonight, I'd be doing a little flirting of my own.

If Donald didn't want me, there was a hot black woman that did. 

*

The evening had proved to be everything I'd feared. And we'd only been here a couple of hours. If it wasn't for the fact I hadn't been able to find Sonjjii yet, I would already be heading back home.

Instead, I was in a conversation with Jack Roseburg and his wife. Their entire conversation centred on their most recent holiday—it always did—and as usual I was listening with half an ear. But this time, the reason for my lack of it wasn't just boredom. I was watching my husband over their shoulders.

How could he... and in such plain sight?

He was so drunk he could hardly stand straight and yet he was on the dance floor, thinking he was John Travolta. Worse still, he was dancing with Sally Masterson's daughter and his hands were all over her. It was sickening. She had barely turned eighteen. 

I'd known he'd been drinking when he interrupted me in the house, searching for his missing wallet. Only I hadn't realised how much. He continued until it was time to leave for the party and by then he was too inebriated to drive. I wasn't in the mood to stay sober—why should I—so we taxied to the party. 

Maybe I should have tried to stop him when he went straight for the bar but that would only have led to an unseemly argument. So I let him get on with it and started circulating, looking for Sonjjii. 

Why wasn't I able to find her?

"Are you okay?" Jack Roseburg asked, as he stole another glass of red wine from a passing tray.

His words barely registered through the thick haze of my anger and embarrassment as I watched Donald try to kiss the girl. The stupid, fucking, imbecile! It took a moment for me to reconnect and when I did, Roseburg's gaze had already begun to follow my own towards the dance floor. My face flooded with heat. 

"No!" I yelped, before his eyes found Donald. 

His eyes turned back towards me and I could see his wife glancing sideways at me. At least that meant their attention had reverted back to me.

"I mean ... sorry, yes. I think I may have had too much to drink, too fast." 

In a sense it was true Donald wasn't holding back and neither was I. But I always trusted myself to stay the right side of the line.

"I think I just need a little air," I went on, excusing myself.

If my husband was going to make a fool of himself, then I wasn't going to stay around and watch. Nor was I in the mood for any more holiday stories about their cruise to who-knows-fucking-where. I'd had more than my fill tonight. One more drink, I told myself, as I grabbed another glass of wine and headed across the room towards the patio doors. Then I was outta here.

I'd just reached the garden when I felt fingers stroke my ass through my dress. I swung around angrily. Whichever dickhead thought he could make a pass at me was going to get a piece of my mind.

The black woman's gaze grinned at me as she saw the anger in my eyes turn to surprise and then to bashful embarrassment.

"I've been looking for you all evening," she said meaningfully.

*

Sonjjii gently took me by my arm and guided me out onto the patio area, and then down some steps that took us to the small secluded garden a level below. A few wooden tables with bench seats were strategically placed around the garden area, some lit up by the subdued lighting from the terrace above, but others in the semi dark, close to the bushes that bordered the area.

"How the fuck did ya end up with him?" she eventually asked as we stopped beside the first bench.

Her tone was full of contempt.

She turned to face me and leant casually against the back of the bench, crossing her arms over her full breasts. Those dark eyes stared into my soul. I opened my mouth but couldn't answer.

"He's pissed out of his mind," she continued. "You've seen him trying to dance? Trying to fuck that young blonde, more like. You gonna put up with that girl?" 

I could feel tears building up behind my eyelashes. She was right. Why the fuck did I put up with it? Strangely, I hadn't realised that other people would see him for what he had turned into. What the fuck had happened to the man I married?

I glanced away into the distance, choking back the tears, and when I looked at Sonjjii again, her brown eyes were travelling slowly up and down my body. A bolt of electricity shot through me. She looked like an animal preparing to feed.

Without another word being spoken, she reached out and took my right hand in hers, roughly pulling me against her body. I could feel her wonderful curves moulding into mine through our dresses and tried to regulate my breathing. My heart felt as if it was going to jump out of my chest and I knew my nipples were clearly on show. 

"Don't be scared, Claire," she whispered. "We both know you need Sonjjii to satisfy that sweet little ass."

I gasped out loud. She was slowly moving her body, grinding it against mine, and her lips were a fraction away.

"No," I found myself saying. "We can't."

Those full lips creased into a smile. "Don't worry sexy, it's all good."

My body was reacting. It was shaking in fear ... or anticipation ... or as a result of the way she was working hers against mine. My eyes widened and Sonjjii's smile grew broader as she saw the confusion in my gaze. There was only one person in control and it wasn't me.

I shook my head, scrunched up my eyes ... anything to try and stop the feelings inside me. But my body had started to move against hers.

"See, you like what I'm doing to you, don't ya, baby?"

I found the will from somewhere to shake my head. But I wasn't fooling either of us.

"Sure ya do..." she whispered.

Her lips were a fraction away. They weren't too big or too small—dammit, they were just perfect—and their peachy colour only added to their allure

"I can feel your pussy heat..."

I sighed as I felt her hand wrap itself around the back of my neck. When her mouth covered mine, all resistance was gone.

The kiss was electrifying. Her open mouth, peach coloured lips and flicking tongue were all over me and I responded just as passionately, mauling her back like a ravenous beast. Her lips were more demanding than any person I'd ever kissed before and we began to make out like rabid animals.

Before I knew it, her hand slid up the inside of my thigh. 

"Stockings," she whispered as she transferred her attention to my neck. Oh God, how did she know what that did to me? "I love stockings."

Her touch was perfect as she slipped her hand beneath my thong and cupped my mound. I bit my lip and knew this was getting out of hand, but I was powerless to resist.

"Dayuuuum, your tiny twat is running like a river, she whispered into my ear. "See how much you fuckin' love it. Tell me."

I didn't speak, couldn't speak. This wasn't real, it shouldn't be happening. But when she stopped moving her hand, I heard myself give a groan of disappointment.

"You're gaggin' for it," she told me, looking into my eyes.

She kept her hand there, but refused to continue the exquisite pleasuring until she had what she wanted.

"Tell me..."

"Yes," I heard someone say. The voice sounded like mine. "Yes. Please... don't stop."

"So you do want me," she teased.

There was no denying it any longer. The needs of my body were betraying me.

"Yes," I whispered through my clenched teeth. "Yesssssss..."

That hot look on her face hanged to one of triumph.

"That was music to my ears, baby."

Without warning, she pulled her hand away. But it was only so that she could take my arm and urgently guide me towards a bench completely out of the semi-light.

I shivered as she turned me away from her. When she bent me forward over the bench I had no option other than to rest my palms on the wooden top. The fire in her eyes as I glanced back at her over my shoulder made me tremble. When she dragged the hem of my dress up to my waist, it was hard to catch my breath. But then her fingers were gripping the sides of my thong and ripping it into two pieces. 

The sexual heat pounded through my body.

"That ass is like daaaaayuuuuuum," she said, running a cool hand across both of my cheeks. 

The feeling was indescribable. I'd never considered myself as an ass person, but the way her hand was caressing across the firm globes of both my cheeks was making my pussy drip. So did her next words...

"One of these days I'm going to bite it like a ripe apple, then spread your ass open and lick from the front to back."

A wave of excitement shuddered through my body. I glanced around us. We were safe. We couldn't be seen. My fingers tightened on the bench in front of me. No, she couldn't... 

"Spread those legs babe," she ordered.

Her hand slithered under my ass as she spoke, stroking across my flesh. When her experienced fingers found my soaked pussy, she curled two fingers inside. I whimpered like a baby.

"Fuck, but you're tight," she murmured as she began to pump them slowly in and out. "Feels good, huh?"

My moans answered the question. My legs were quivering and I glanced over my shoulder again. When I involuntarily pushed back on her dark fingers, she smiled broadly. 

"That's it, baby. Sonjjii knows what you need. Now fuck those fingers."

I moaned as she began to fuck me with a hard and fast driving rhythm. My inner muscles clenched and unclenched as I tried to hold her fingers inside. My whimpers confirmed the need inside me. Each time she thrust her fingers into me I pumped my hips back. There was no escaping the relentless pressure, nor did I want to...

I knew I would have to deal with the guilt later, but I was past the point of no return. She pushed her fingers in deeper. 

"Fuck them harder," she whispered in my ear. 

I couldn't help myself. I began to pump back on her fingers like a machine. A frantic, out of control, fucking machine. 

"That's it," she rasped. Her left hand went to my hair and yanked my head back. "Your hot little cunt is so wet..."

The thought hit me from somewhere that, despite the semi-darkness around us, anyone could have crept up on us. I was making enough noise to attract attention, after all. They could be observing us now, revelling in the sight of a young white woman frantically riding that hand as her black lover finger-fucked her mercilessly. 

The thought rolled around inside my head and I spread my legs to steady myself. My orgasm exploded with an intensity I'd never previously experienced. The contractions came from deep inside my body and Sonjjii's hand was suddenly covering my mouth to muffle the scream tearing from my throat.

It took a few minutes for my breathing to return to normal... 

I tried to stand but my whole body was weak. Only Sonjjii's arms curled around my body prevented me from collapsing. She helped me sit on the bench until the aftershocks rocking my body began to settle.

"Take your time before you come back inside, baby," she whispered, taking a step back and grinning at me.

My eyes found hers as she raised her fingers to her mouth. She began to lick them like the cat that had got the cream.

"And don't leave here without saying goodbye..."

My eyes watched the way her sexy ass swung from side to side as she sauntered back towards the patio doors. I let a long sigh escape my lips but it was one of contentment. Perspiration covered the whole of my body. This was how a woman was supposed to feel like after sex. 

*

Conflicting emotions ravaged my mind as I stared out of the taxi window into the darkness. Donald was slumped across the seat beside me, pissed out of his mind, but for once I wasn't even giving a second thought to his pathetic behaviour. A fire had been lit inside my body and this one wasn't going to be easily extinguished.

As she had insisted, I'd sought Sonjjii out before leaving the party. I had done so tentatively but her warm smile immediately put me at ease. This woman made me feel alive again. She had cut short the conversation she was having with a couple of other women and surprised me by taking my hand.

"This way," she told me, walking me across the room and out into the long hallway.

People were all around us but she unerringly led me to the downstairs bathroom. My puzzlement turned into jaw-dropping excitement when she opened the door and practically yanked me inside.

I had wanted to tell her this was unwise, that people would talk, but instead I stood with my back to the door, waiting to see what she had in mind. Was she going to finger me again? I wanted that with all my heart.

Instead, she had taken my hand and pulled it under her dress. She wasn't wearing panties. And she was wet. Very wet.

She held my hand by the wrist as she worked my fingers across her labia, loving the way my heavy breathing betrayed my excitement. Her eyes hadn't left mine as she stroked herself with my fingers and then just as suddenly she was pulling my hand free again.

"Go ahead baby, you know you want to," she had told me, holding my fingers up to my mouth.

She had moaned appreciatively as I instantly parted my lips and tasted the deliciously heady and musky flavour. Within a couple of seconds, I was sucking on each juice-coated finger like I would on a cock.

"So fucking sexy," she grunted approvingly, watching my reaction closely as my tongue had gently licked along my lips and savoured her distinctive flavour. 

"You're going to get to love that taste, baby," she had murmured, gently stroking my hair. "But next time I'm going to teach you how to use that tongue."

ONE WEEK LATER

The rest of the weekend sucked as badly as I anticipated it would. I'd no idea if Donald had got off with the young blonde at the party and surprisingly no longer cared. He remained in an inebriated state for the next couple of days and we hardly exchanged more than few words all weekend. 

Life had to offer more than this.

I had contemplated an affair from time to time in my life, but only after Donald and my relationship had sunken to the depths. But even in my wildest moments I had never thought it would be with a woman. And one who was much older than I. There was almost twenty years difference in Sonjjii's and my age but that only added to the spice. I'd always preferred the company of more experienced women.

Was that what I was about to embark on? An affair?

Work the following week had seen life begin to return to normality, although my mind wasn't on my duties. Donald was away a lot on business and that suited me fine. My thoughts kept going back to Sonjjii and the way she'd taken me at the party. 

The orgasm had been so intense and I needed more. Much more.

By the end of the week I found myself masturbating several times each day. Sonjjii had released all those years of repressed desire in a single evening. And they had been unleashed with a vengeance. No matter what I was doing, my mind was constantly on sex, and my pussy was wet and ready for our next encounter. 

There was only one problem. Sonjjii hadn't contacted me since then. I couldn't understand why and it was driving me insane. 

She had bombarded me with messages leading up to the party and now there was nothing. Maybe she was having second thoughts, although that seemed hard to believe. Not after the passion of our encounters...

As often happens in life, the answer came when I least expected it ... on a Monday morning after Donald had already left for work. The doorbell rang and when I opened the door, my mouth dropped open.

"Hello girlfriend," Sonjjii said.

The sassy way she stood there made me instantly moist. She had that expression look on her face. And she looked so hot. Her black jeans hugged her hips and the white tank top left no doubt she was braless. Her nipples were proudly thrusting through the material and it was difficult not to stare.




Sweet Seduction



Even before I had a chance to speak, she confidently strode past me as if she belonged in the house. My house. I rapidly pulled myself together and followed her into the main room. She was leaning on the arm of the sofa, arm crossed over her full chest.

"Nice," she said, looking around the room and then returning her gaze to me. "I like your taste. You can give me a tour of the house when we're finished."

"Finished?" 

She gave a hearty laugh. "Sure. You know why I came."

My heart lurched. This woman was full of surprises. Did she really mean what I thought? There wasn't any other explanation and yet the situation felt unreal. This couldn't be happening, could it? Despite the arousal swirling around my body, my natural defensiveness kicked in.

"I have work," I explained. 

It was true, after all. If I wasn't out of there in five minutes I'd end up being late. And that was always bad news.

"I have to be going shortly, Sonjjii or—"

The statement stuck in my throat as she yanked her white top over her head. Her black breasts bounced twice before settling. They were exactly as I had imagined—large and pendulous, with thick chocolate coloured nipples and areola.

"Don't tell me you haven't been dreaming about them since the party," she murmured, hands defiantly on her hips. "That moron of a husband must be out of his fucking mind to ignore a hot woman like you and chase after teenage sluts."

Her voice was like velvet, her accent so enthralling. And her words were so persuasive. Whatever the rights or wrongs of the thoughts running through my mind, Donald was no longer the man I'd married. And I'd put up with that fact for too long.

I weakly returned the smile she shot at me. Her eyes were full of arousal. They stared deeply into mine, sending a message that found its way to my sex. Donald didn't look at me like that, he hadn't for some time. Hell, he had never looked at me that way. Like he wanted to devour every inch of me...

And I so wanted to be devoured.

"So what's it to be," she asked.

Her fingers flicked open the button on her jeans. Her gaze didn't leave mine as she tugged the zip downwards.

"You can head for work in a few minutes or you can stay with me. I'm going to make you feel so good that you're going to spend the rest of the week walking around with a well-fucked smile on your face."

My resolve instantly crumbled. I'd been masturbating to fantasies of this woman ever since the party. Now the fantasies were about to become reality. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. 

I'd never felt so alive.

She sat on the sofa and worked the jeans down her hips and off. She wasn't wearing panties. Her dark lips were pouting open slightly and a lump formed in my throat. Settling her ass on the very edge of the seat, she drew her legs up on the cushions and spread her labia open with two fingers. Her coral coloured inner folds were the most wonderfully erotic vision of my life.

"Well, don't just stand there babe," she said in a husky whisper. "Come and taste..." 

My body moved towards her of its own accord. I stumbled across the room as if I was in a dream. When I sank to my knees, she wrapped her fingers in my dark hair, pulling my head to her and slowly dragging her clean shaven sex across my face. 

"That's it, baby," she contentedly sighed as my tongue flicked out. "This is what you need. Indulge yourself..."

*

Sonjjii growled out her pleasure and each sexy sound reverberated inside my brain. Kneeling between her thighs, lapping at her juicy sex, was everything I'd anticipated and more. The last time I'd experimented with women had been in my teens and it had been juvenile fumbling compared to this. 

Her hands were in my dark hair, wrapping strand after strand around her fingers, directing my movements. Occasionally she loosened her grip slightly, giving me freer rein to enjoy her captivating wetness, but then she would grip me even more tightly and thrust her hips upwards.

"That's very good, baby... so fucking hot..."

I loved her encouragement. She talked to me continuously—how much I needed this, how much I wanted her, what she was going to do to my 'hot assed' body —and each sexy uttering stoked the fires even further. I was a ravenous beast, needing to feed. 

I curled the tip of my tongue along her clit, seeking it out, teasing it. Her body jerked on my tongue. Driven on by the wonderful curse that escaped her lips, I began to lick it in short strokes—fast, hard—flicking my tongue as I dug my fingernails into her black thighs.

"For a shy girl you sure learn fast," I heard her gasp.

I her fevered state, her fingers were practically pulling my hair out by the roots. It was damp and sweaty now. I didn't care. Her clit was so hard now. I covered it with the whole of my mouth and sucked hard while I slid two fingers between her oh-so sweet lips. 

She was so wet it was like a knife slicing through butter.

I lost myself in my newfound sexual heaven as her body began to twist on my face, one way and then the other. Her scent was incredible and her juices were flowing freely now. I savoured them in my mouth before swallowing and then returning for more. 

She spread her legs wider, holding them in mid air.

"Take it baby, take what you need." 

I couldn't stop myself. It was almost like I was in a trance. The taste and musky smell of her aroma was like an aphrodisiac. I paused momentarily so that I could glance up to see her expression but her hands jammed my face back to her pussy.

"Don't stop baby, I'll let you know when you're done."

I returned to my feast with renewed energy. It was difficult to know who was in control. I was licking and fingering her like a mad woman but her hips were pumping back and her pussy was pounding my face.

As much as I was lost in the moment, a part of me was detached, looking down on us, seeing a voluptuous black woman being serviced by an out-of-control young white woman between her thighs. The image sent a shudder of exhilaration shooting through my body.

My eyes flicked upwards again to meet her gaze but this time I remained fully focused on my task. Her orgasm was closing in. I could feel it and I wanted—needed—it more than I'd sought after anything in my life. We blinked a knowing smile at one another with just our dreamy eyes, but the look spoke volumes.

Then she began to slam her pussy even faster, smearing her juices across the whole of my face. Her eyes closed. Her body stiffened. A strangled cry left her mouth. And then she was arching her body upwards and released a wonderful surge of juices into my mouth. 

I purred in delicious satisfaction as my tongue began to relish its prize.

*

We were in my bathroom. We were both naked, except that she was still wearing her red pumps. All thoughts of work had long since been banished from my mind. I should have called to make an excuse, but would deal with that when rational thought returned.

Right now, Sonjjii had me perched on the counter beside the sink, my back to the mirror. My legs were wantonly spread wide and she was tonguing my neck while her fingers stroked—slow and easy—in and out of my needy sex. 

The mirror began to steam up as our breathing became heavier. 

"You know why I brought you in here?" she asked, grazing my ear with her teeth. 

I stared helplessly into her eyes. I had wondered why. My bedroom would have been more comfortable.

"So I can see myself in the mirror eating your cunt..."

Oh fuck. I couldn't help myself. The words were too much. I gasped like a fish out of water and then came instantly on her fingers and hand. 

"Oh yeah, baby," she gurgled in delight. "Your cunt is talking to me with it juices. Let Sonj have it all."

Even before the orgasm had run its course, her body was sliding down mine. When her face found my dripping pussy, her lustful eyes stared upwards and found mine again. 

"This is my cunt," she rasped. "All mine...."

I whimpered as she went to work. Oh fuck! Fuckity fuck! Her tongue was all over me. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might explode. I pushed my back into the cold glass of the mirror, flattened my palms on the counter, and began to hump upwards into her mouth. 

A second climax wasn't far away. Sonjjii knew it too. She could feel my pussy tighten. I groaned my disappointment as she pulled her mouth away but it was only so that she could curl two fingers inside me. 

"Shit, that cunt is a fruity wonderland of juices," she approvingly murmured. "Like a waterfall..."

I let out a long groan at her words. 

The way she talked to me was almost as potent as the way she used her lips, mouth, tongue or fingers. They all stoked a sexual fire inside me that just grew hotter and hotter. 

"Damn, look at that," she rasped as my muscles clenched on her fingers. "You are such a fucking turn on..."

Her thumb found my clit. When she began to rub my swollen bud, it was almost too much. The whole of my body began to tremble.

"That's it, babe. Shake for me..." she grunted. 

My hands found her head. She was rubbing my clit furiously now. My face twisted. A strangled gurgle escaped my mouth. 

"Come on sweet pussy," she encouraged. "It's my sweet pussy an' it wants to let go. Come on baby, give it to Sonjjii..."

My fingers curled in her hair. I tried to hold back but I was beginning to furiously hump against her hand. I tried to hold back. I tried...

Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!

*

My bed was piled high with pillows. My marital bed. The one that Donald and I occasionally fucked in. The one in which Sonjjii was about to fuck me. She sat across me, her powerful legs half-straddling me, and her spicy perfume filling my nostrils. The cream sheets were crumpled and the fire inside me was burning more brightly than ever. 

"You are the hottest, cutest thing," she said, brushing her chocolate coloured nipple across my lips. 

It was hard and begging to be sucked. I took it inside my mouth.

"That's it," she moaned, pushing a strand of loose hair from across my right eye. "Suck it, baby. When I get you back to my flat, I'm gonna have you spread on my face. I'm gonna pour honey all over you, make you sit on my breakfast table and have you with coffee..."

Her flat? I hadn't thought beyond our lovemaking today. A flood of heat consumed me as the possibilities opened up before my eyes. Sex with Sonjjii was so good, so fucking good, and I was about to embark on a roller coaster sexual ride that would lead who knows where. 

Anything felt possible with this wonderful woman.

"Yep, I'm your dream woman, sexy ass," she murmured, as if she was able to read my mind. "You ain't ever going to want to wake up."

I greedily sucked harder on her nipple, bathing it in my saliva. The idea of her taking me home with her was mind-blowing. She had an Italian boyfriend, I knew that. But if I could keep this a secret from Donald then she could keep it from him.

"How often have you played with yourself thinking of me?"

The question took me by surprise and brought me out of my thoughts. I pulled my head away from her breast to look at her but her hand curled around my neck and kept me in place.

"Keep sucking baby. I know ya have. Do you know how wet the thought of you masturbating over me makes my cunt?" 

About as wet as mine was right now, I thought, feeling the temperature rise inside my body. Sonjjii sensed it, too. Her free hand found my needy pussy with astonishing ease and I shamelessly raised one leg, placing my foot on top of her thigh to give her better access.

"Can't get enough, can you, baby?" she teased. 

Her eyes bore into mine. I nodded and grunted. When she twisted two fingers inside me, my grunt turned into a throaty growl.

"I was telling my man about you," she said.

My eyes widened in shock. She'd actually told him about us? All of a sudden a feeling of uneasiness hovered over me.

"It's okay, baby," Sonjjii softly told me.

Her face dropped to mine and she gave me a reassuring kiss with those perfect, peach-coloured lips. 

"Mike loves the way I get off thinking of you," she continued, twisting her fingers inside me. "Just imagine him here now, watching me do this. He'd be sitting over there, jerking his cock. Sexy thought, don't ya think?"

I glanced across at the empty chair in the corner of the room and suddenly the pictures she was painting began to take hold. How would I feel about that? Letting her man watch while Sonjjii pleasured me? Watching him become so turned on that he'd have to jack off. Maybe I would even suck his cock infront of her? 

My pussy must have tightened on her fingers because she read the thought.

"Like that idea, huh?" she grinned.

She clearly did, too. The look in her eyes changed suddenly and her tongue flicked out as she slid downwards between my thighs. Her gaze locked on mine as she pushed my knees back to my breasts so that my smooth sex was fully exposed to her.

"You look like candy," she told me, her voice husky and needy. "Mike's gonna love watching me lick this sweet pussy..."

I whimpered and hiked my knees up even further, holding them back with my hands. But when Sonjjii licked up and then back down the full length of my opening, my pussy flooded with arousal and I dropped my legs onto her shoulders. My delirious gaze found hers.

"That's it, baby. Watch me," she whispered.

She began to run her tongue across me again, lapping at me like a thirsty animal might do. She worked slowly at first and then began to increase the pace. And all the while her eyes were staring upwards into mine, taking in every expression on my perspiration-covered face.

I could feel the electricity building inside my body and bit down on my lower lip. Oh fuck ... I was going to cum again.

DEFINING MOMENTS

I had never been so aroused. Not even in the early days with Donald, when we hadn't been able to keep our hands off one another. Nor the time when George Louis had fucked me so majestically in my mother's front room when we were both eighteen. Not even when Charlie Watson had been the first person to go down on me and I had cum so hard he thought I was having a seizure.

Sex with Sonjjii Lerue Legg transcended all those occasions.

I felt alive. I felt vibrant. And I continually felt so fucking horny. Each time I thought of Sonjjii, I hummed happily. We had fucked, fucked, and fucked again in the same bed I shared with Donald. And the sexy black woman had given me more orgasms in one day than my shit of a husband had managed in the last six months.

He was taking me out to my favourite restaurant tonight. It made me suspicious. Dinner at Da Vinci's had been Donald's answer whenever we'd had our problems over the years. He also took me there when he wanted something. That made me suspicious, too.

We hadn't spent an evening out together—just the two of us—for longer than I could remember. I hadn't wanted to spend a night out alone with him for longer than I could remember!

That said everything about our relationship.

I glanced at myself in the mirror. In many ways, the woman who grinned back at me was unfamiliar. Her skin was glowing. A satisfied smile was fixed on her face. Her eyes were bright and alive. In that moment, it occurred to me that there was just something about a woman who was sexually gratified. A woman who looked well-fucked! 

I wondered if other people—friends, family—could tell that about me? I knew that Donald couldn't. He would have had to look at me first. 

In my rational moments, there was a part of me that felt guilty about cheating on him. There was another part that was confused by my feelings for Sonjjii. But for most of the time, rational thought had no place in my fevered mind. It was too consumed by the need for sexual satisfaction to think rationally.

*

Donald actually looked quite handsome when we sat in the restaurant. Okay, he looked a bit pompous in his dark blazer and light coloured trousers. But I liked his hair slicked back that way and he hadn't been drinking—yet. For a short time, he reminded me a little more of the man I had married. I hadn't seen him for a long time.

Yet the strange thing was that, despite the hunger that constantly inhabited my system, I felt nothing sexual towards him whatsoever. 

That realisation gave me an overwhelming feeling of sadness.

The food at the restaurant was as delicious as usual and Donald was in an unusually jolly mood. There was even a touch of good humour in the way he flirted with the waitresses, rather than his normal attempts that ended up in embarrassment all round. 

I'd had a couple of glasses of wine with the meal, while Donald had finished off most of the bottle and then ordered another. When I suggested he should take it easy and not overdo things, his grin resembled that of the Cheshire cat.

"But I'm celebrating!" he said, tapping his nose.

A feeling of dread settled over me. I hate surprises, or more accurately, I hated Donald's surprises. Somehow they never had a happy ending.

"Celebrating?" I calmly asked, trying not to get ahead of myself.

"You fucking bet!" he said, loudly enough for others to look over at our table. "I got promoted."

"Promoted?"

I was starting to resemble a parrot.

"You fucking bet!" he repeated, banging the table in exuberance. "You're now looking at a Director of the business. That's right, I'm a Director! Or I will be when everything is ratified. But that's a formality."

"You haven't mentioned this before," I said, trying not to put a damper on his enthusiasm.

But I needed to understand the ramifications. No other Director was based this far North. They all operated out of the Headquarters in North London. Not only that, but discussions must have been going on for a while. Things like this didn't happen overnight.

His large hand waved away my words as if they didn't matter.

"I'm telling you now."

"I know you are," I rasped, trying to fight my irritation. "That's not the point, Donald. Why haven't you told me what was going on? How long has this been on the cards?"

"Months," he nonchalantly said, rubbing salt into the wound.

He poured himself another glass of wine but made no move to offer me a refill. It was just as well. Unless his attitude changed, he would have found it poured all over him. I was seething inside but managed to keep my temper in check. My silent stare told him I had questions.

"Look," he told me, pushing his chair back from the table so that he had more room to sprawl out. "Nothing was certain, so I decided to keep it to myself. Makes sense, doesn't it? I didn't want to get your hopes up. I only shared it with a few others until it was confirmed."

I stared at him incredulously. Had he really just said that?

"A few others?"

"Yeah," he drawled, his large hand drawing a pattern in the air again. "Just a few friends ... Bobby, Tommy, Frank. They understand how these things work. You know how it is."

When I shook my head in bemusement, I could see the aggression in his eyes. 

"Why are you in such a grouchy mood?" he rasped sullenly. "Any other wife would be proud of their husband and all you can do is bitch. I've always wanted to live in London."

My worst fears were realised. I hated big Cities and Donald knew that. If he thought I was prepared to live in London then he was more out of touch with my feelings than I thought. 

And that took some doing...

"Haven't we always agreed on making decisions that affect both of us together?" I tried to reason. 

Even as I said the words, I knew I was wasting my time. An icy anger began to build in me. It was clear my opinion didn't matter. 

"Don't you fucking realise," he said in a voice so loud that people began to stare. "It's the chance of a lifetime. My talent has been recognised at last. I'm in the big time."




Sweet Seduction



"And me?" I softly asked.

"You'll do as you're told. I know what's best for us..." 

I could have slapped his stupid face. 

Pursing my lips as I attempted to keep my anger under control, I carefully folded my napkin and then slowly and deliberately pushed my chair back and stood up.

"Fuck you, Donald," I said coldly, not caring about the performance we were putting on for the rest of the diners. "And fuck London."

*

Tears of anger and frustration were threatening to overwhelm me throughout the taxi journey home but I blinked them back. I wasn't going to allow Donald to affect me this way. Nothing had changed between us. We had grown apart as people and it was clear to see that our differences were irreversible.

I marched straight to the bedroom and locked the door behind me. Donald could sleep in the spare bedroom tonight, and every other night as far as I was concerned.

Gradually a feeling of icy calm settled on me, and when he arrived shortly afterwards I ignored his thumps on our bedroom door. My bedroom door. That infuriated him further, of course, but after telling me in no uncertain terms what a stupid bitch I was, he eventually stumbled away. 

He would be puzzled, I knew that. In his eyes he had done nothing wrong. He'd also be expecting to win me round. Usually I didn't stay mad with him for long. I would start to feel guilty about being angry with him and decide to try and keep the peace. That resulted in me invariably relenting no matter how bad his behaviour had been. 

Not tonight. Never again. An invisible bridge had been crossed and there was no going back. He was welcome to his promotion. He was welcome to London. No doubt he'd find even more women to chase when he was settled there. But I wouldn't be with him. 

A break-up in our marriage had been steadily approaching for longer than I could remember. Now, it looked as if it had arrived.

*

"How are you feeling now?" Sonjjii asked.

It was the following morning and I'd called to tell her about last night's argument with Donald. I needed to talk and who better to share my frustrations with? She had listened quietly while I poured it all out and had been amazingly supportive. 

"I have all sorts of feelings right now," I conceded.

That was only half-true. The predominant feeling in my body was the tingling between my thighs. The delicious sensations made me widen my legs. I switched ears with the phone and idly brushed my fingers across my stomach. My nipples were already pushing hard against the bed sheet I had wrapped around me.

The sheer frustration that had consumed my mind all night was rapidly being replaced by a different feeling. It seemed that all it took for me to feel horny again was to hear Sonjjii's voice. 

"You've handled everything very well," she encouraged. "I'm proud of ya."

She was proud of me? She had no way of knowing how much those words meant to me. 

Relief flooded through me and for a moment I rested my head back against the pillow. When I closed my eyes, I could see her smiling face. Then other images came to my mind ... illicit images ... her voluptuous black body ... her taste ... the way she used her tongue to make me scream out one orgasm after another.

All of a sudden I wanted her again. Right now! 

I ran my fingers down my body and began to stroke myself. God, I was so wet! I slid a single finger inside my labia, and then added a second. When I curled them inside me and found my clit with my thumb, it hardened and grew under my touch. I wasn't doing this, was I? Masturbating to the sound of Sonjjii's voice? 

"What are ya doin'?" she suddenly asked.

I felt a blush instantly cover my body. She couldn't know. How could she? Had I been inadvertently making a noise?

"You're fucking yourself with your fingers," she continued, confirming my fears. "Thinking of me, right?"

I hesitated and then pushed my fingers deeper. My ass raised a little from the mattress as I planted the soles of my feet on the bed.

"Yes." 

The word came out as a warble, but the confession made the irresistible moment even hotter.

"I knew ya were," she told me. "You fuckin' make me crazy,"

Her tone was different now. More hoarse. And I could hear the way her breathing was louder.

"Imagine I'm working on my social skills while you finger yourself," she murmured throatily. "Imagine I'm letting your cunt get to know my tongue."

Oh fuckkk! She just had a way of crawling inside my head. My blush increased as my fingers took me closer.

"I love your candy, baby..." she continued, ramping up my temperature even further. 

I swear I could have got off just to the sound of her voice. I didn't need any other stimulation.

"Do you like how my peachy lips eats your puss? You are so good to the taste buds..."

There wasn't any disguising my groans now. My orgasm was bubbling. My heart was beating so fast it threatened to burst through my chest. My breath came in short gasps. The image of Sonjjii lying between my thighs—licking me out—filled my mind. I groaned again.

"Nearly there, huh? That's it. Don't be scared to let go. You need this, baby. Your cunt is all mine. Give me it all, sexy."

I widened my legs. My fingers began to move harder, faster. I couldn't hold back. I needed to release the tension inside me and I needed to give Sonjjii what she wanted.

She listened quietly on the other end of the line as the orgasm consumed me. I think I screamed out her name. I knew I could hardly breathe. As the aftershocks continued through me, I could hear her voice again from the furthest reaches of my mind 

"We so needed that, baby. But we need even more. Get that hot, sexy ass around here. Now..."

*

I was showered, dressed, and knocking on her door within the hour.

The sight of her as she greeted me gave me goosebumps. Her short white robe contrasted perfectly with her black skin and her hair was damp as if she had stepped straight out of the shower. And those dark eyes glistened with promise.

For a few seconds, I imagined myself in the shower with her. We hadn't done that, yet. The thought of sinking down between her thighs while the water cascaded off our bodies made me feel weak at the knees. 

The suggestion was on the tip of my tongue when she turned to face me and casually untied the belt of her robe. She held the two loose sides together for a moment, allowing the anticipation to build. Then she pulled the robe open with a theatrical flourish.

Her curves were spectacular...

But on this occasion, it wasn't her curves that caught my attention. It was the thick black phallus jutting from between her thighs that drew my eyes like a moth to a flame. 

Whatever my expectations had been, it wasn't this. 

Sonjjii's lips creased into a smile as she allowed the robe to slide from her body. It practically floated onto the floor. The sight of her naked black body, with the large strap-on dildo, thrusting towards me, made my heart begin to pump even faster.

Was she actually going to use that thing on me?

"Surprise, huh?" she murmured throatily. "Now why don't ya lose the thong?"

I wanted to lose everything I was wearing but I wasn't the one directing the show. Sonjjii clearly had plans for me and I couldn't wait to discover what they were. My hands were trembling as I reached under my black dress. I almost stumbled in my haste as I practically yanked the cream thong down my thighs.

"So eager..." she enthused. 

Her grin widened as her right hand rubbed up and down the black shaft. The action spoke volumes. She crooked a finger at me.

"I'm going to brand that pussy before we're finished," she murmured. "But before then, come and suck on it. Pretend its Mike's..."

Her grin widened as her right hand rubbed up and down the black shaft. The action spoke volumes. 

"Why don't ya come and suck on it. Pretend its Mike's..."

Mike? Her man? The suggestion took me by surprise. By surprise? I was shocked. She had already told me that he loved the way she got off thinking of me. That he would probably jack off if he ever watched her and me together. Those thoughts had turned me on. Hell, I had even fantasised about sucking his cock infront of her.

The speed with which I sank between her thighs took her by surprise. It astounded me, too. But the intense need running through my veins wanted feeding. I gripped the base of the cock—her cock? Mike's cock?—and took as much as I could between my lips.

She placed one hand around the back of my neck and curled her fingers in my hair in encouragement.

"Damn, you look so fucking hot sucking my cock..." 

I began to suck harder, desperate to please. My cheeks were bulging and my eyes begin to water as she forced it deeper.

"That's it. Take all of it, sexy..." 

I choked a little as Sonjjii shoved it deeper into my throat, but she wouldn't let me escape. One hand pushed some loose strands of hair away from my face and the other curled more tightly in my dark locks. Saliva dripped from my mouth as I came up for air and I directed it to the wet shaft and worked it in with both hands.

Then her hands were under my arms, pulling me to my feet.

"I'm going to brand that pussy," she rasped, pulling me across towards a chair next to a mirror.

She pushed me forward over the back of the chair and I felt the cool air hit my body as she dragged the hem of my skirt up to my waist. My gaze found our reflections in the mirror. Some hair was plastered to my forehead and I looked like such a slut. Her slut! 

The thought sent pinpricks of excitement racing through my body. 

I bent forward willingly, loving the unadulterated lust that radiated from every line on my face. If only Donald could see me now.

When she rubbed the cockhead up and down my pussy, I spread my legs and glanced back over my shoulder.

"Fuck me," I pleaded. "Please..."

A triumphant smile covered Sonjjii's face. Her tits bounced as she rammed the black phallus balls deep inside me in a single thrust.

"Your wish is my command..." 

She bent her knees to give her the perfect angle, and let me watch in the mirror as she captured strand after strand of my dark hair between her fingers. Satisfied, she yanked my head back and simultaneously thrust her hips forward.

"That's it, sexy," she told me. "Take it all..."

Her voice was thick with arousal. 

Her reflected breasts bounced as she began to fuck me. The sight was overwhelmingly erotic. There wasn't any gentleness and I didn't want any. I needed it good and hard and Sonjjii had read the signs perfectly.

I began to pump my hips back with each thrust. 

"That's it baby," she moaned approvingly. "I love it when your puss talks to me..."

The chair began to move under the pressure and I used both hands to steady it without breaking my backwards motion. For a moment Sonjjii stopped pumping inside me and when I glanced back in the mirror, her gaze was glued on my ass.

"Damn, look at you go," she moaned, gripping my hips more tightly. "That's it, baby, ride your ebony Queen's cock."

I increased the speed of my backward thrusts, putting on a show. She leant forward to cup my breasts and lick around the back of my neck. I could feel both of her hard nipples scraping against my back. 

Then—with a stinging slap on my asscheeks—she was changing angle and moving again. She went from zero-to-sixty in half a second, her fingernails a death grip on my hips as she slammed the thick phallus deeper and deeper, penetrating as far as she could possibly go.

Her rhythm was so perfect that I felt like screaming with joy. I set the soles of my feet more firmly on the ground to steady myself until it all became too much. When my orgasm began to close in, I started to wail.

SHOPPING

Donald was in London, familiarising himself with his new role. And while he was there, he was looking around for a flat to rent. It would take a while for him to find a property to buy. It would be a bachelor pad. I'd already told him that I had no intention of moving to London with him and after a long row, our marriage was pretty much over.

It was Sonjjii's idea to go shopping. She knew a few trendy clothes shops, she told me, and the thought of refreshing my wardrobe was appealing. Maybe it was the start of being the new me.

We agreed that I should pick her up at her flat and we had a coffee while we talked about the style of clothes I liked to wear. After a while we'd kissed. Nothing more, just kissed. But being kissed by this woman was just so fucking sexy. Her peachy lips were just fashion model perfect and the way she used them made me weak at the knees.

Eventually she excused herself to redo her lipstick and I was leaning over the table, looking at a couple of fashion catalogues when she returned.

"Stay like that," she whispered, moving behind me.

Her hand slipped under the hem of my skirt and between my asscheeks. I grunted as she cupped my pussy through my thong. So, I was here to play, not to go shopping. That was fine by me.

"This is mine, baby..." 

It certainly was. Whenever she wanted it. It had been from that very first moment, in the garden at the party.

"I take it we're going to postpone the shops," I half-giggled.

She was stroking along my thong-covered labia with a single finger. All I wanted was for her to drag the silk to one side and slide it inside me. 

"Oh, we're still goin' shopping," she murmured sexily. "I'm just getting you prepared..."

"Prepared?"

"Mmhmm."

My body jerked when she suddenly tugged my thong halfway down my smooth thighs. Yes, this was what I needed. But the feel of something cold and metallic against my skin made me shiver for a different reason. Apprehension.

"Just relax, baby," she softly whispered, keeping me pressed forward. "These are called ben-wa balls. They're going to keep your puss all nice and happy while we're out." 

I grunted in shock when she pushed what felt like a wide metal ball inside me. I was already wet and it glided into place, despite my uneasiness. Before I could react she had a second ball inside me, pushing it in deep with two fingers. Then she yanked my thong back into place. It felt like everything had happened in a split-second.

"Ever used them?" she asked, turning me around to face her.

I shook my head. I'd never even heard of them but I didn't want to admit my ignorance. They were cold at first but were quickly warming. 

"Then you're in for a treat," she softly murmured. 

Her grin was as mischievous as it was sexy. 

*

We talked casually about all sorts of things while she drove us to the shopping complex. Despite the time we had spent together, we knew so little about one another. Okay, that wasn't surprising as we usually had only one thing on our minds when we met, but it was good to make a start on finding more out about each other.

She had three kids. I wanted three. She had been married twice, I'd been married once. I had a quiet chuckle to myself. I was already thinking about Donald and my relationship in the past tense. 

She hadn't intended to go looking for a man again but now she had a wonderful relationship with Mike. As for me, who knew what the future held in store. 

I asked her about Mike. They might get married one day, she said. Until then, they had a healthy sex life that had actually been enhanced after I had appeared on the scene. That shocked me, but it was impossible not to feel good about it. She said she told him all about what she and I did when they were fucking and that just made the whole experience between them more intense.

I found myself blushing as she talked. She wanted me to meet Mike. She wanted him to watch while she and I made love. And she wanted to watch while I sucked his cock. There was no embarrassment in anything she said. She told me all of this in a matter-of-fact way, even if her palm was running up and down my thigh as she drove.

In truth, I didn't know what to think. I was turned-on by her talk, naturally. What hot-blooded woman wouldn't be? But did I really want another man in my life so soon after Donald, even if he was her man?

By the time we arrived at the complex, I had forgotten all about the intruders she'd placed inside me. But as soon as we ambled from the car park, it became difficult to think of anything else. 

I had never experienced these kinds of sensations inside my pussy. The balls seemed to caress my internal walls with each stride I took and I fought an inner battle to contain the growing need inside me as we walked along the large aisle between shops. 

At one stage I tried to pause outside of a window front, just to ease the pressure, but Sonjjii was having none of it. She knew how I was feeling and had no intention of letting me settle. Taking a firm grip on my arm, she pressed the side of her curves into mine and steered me along. 

When I looked at her, she grinned. "Feeling it, huh?"

Her guiding arm coaxed me along a little faster. I could feel my lips moving against each other whenever I tightened my thighs. Every sensation was becoming more and more pronounced. It was unbelievable but I was actually going to... 

The orgasm made my knees buckle and I stumbled sideways into a shop window, hoping that the glass would accommodate my weight. I bit down on my lower lip, drawing blood, as I rode out the climax, 

It wasn't my only orgasm of the day. I had climaxed four more times by the time we were ready to leave for home. Sonjjii knew exactly what she was doing—continually moving me around the complex so that the friction of the balls inside me ramped-up my sexual temperature.

It was getting dark when we eventually returned to the car. 

After the last of my orgasms, Sonjjii had taken me to the restrooms and helped me remove the ben-wa balls. She had sexily whispered that she had something else in mind, something equally as special. As she knew it would, the thought instantly inflamed my senses further. 

This woman knew exactly which buttons to press and when...

As soon as we were in the car, I was the one making the moves. She had driven no more than a few hundred yards from the car park and I was leaning across and running my tongue along her ear.

"What?" I eagerly asked her. "What have you planned?"

She shot me a teasing smile and as we paused at a traffic light, she leant across to give me a full-on kiss. Her peach coloured lips were perfect. I'd never had anyone who could make my toes girl just by kissing. I could never get enough of that mouth.

"Wait," she told me, her eyes full of promise.

She took one hand off the driving wheel and placed it on my thigh. Her long nails raked sexily along my skin as I lay my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. Images floated across my mind ... Sonjjii's juicy pussy, calling out to me ... her face down between my thighs, licking me out. 

Was it possible to orgasm without being physically touched, I wondered? I was getting close...

All of a sudden, we hit a piece of bumpy ground and my eyes jerked open. Sonjjii was pulling the car to a halt. We were in a secluded area, surrounded by trees. I could hear the sound of a stream somewhere nearby although in the darkness it was difficult to get my bearings. 

"Lover's Lane," she murmured.

By the time I turned my gaze back to her; she had flicked on the interior light and was reaching into the back of the car. She pulled a bag from the back seat and rested it on her lap. It took me a moment to realise that the item she extracted was a dildo, a black double-headed dildo.

"Ever used one?" she asked.

I stared into those twinkling eyes. She couldn't be thinking ... no, not here ... in public. Not even in the semi-dark.

"No, of course you haven't," she grinned. "You're so fucking cute."

I stared at the dildo and then back into those soulful eyes. 




Sweet Seduction



"We can't," I limply told her. "We'll be seen."

"Yeah, anyone can see us," she agreed, as she dragged her panties from under her dress and down her legs.

"But that's half the fun of making out in a parked car."

One of her hands dropped to a handle at her feet and the seat pushed backwards, providing more room. I watched transfixed as she spread her legs, and fed one end of the dildo between her glistening lips. The seductive action was simply one of the most beautiful, outrightly lewdest, most sexual things I had ever witnessed. 

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

"Don't be shy, baby," she rasped, running her right hand provocatively along the dildo shaft. "This is made for two. Just hike that pretty dress up and join me." 

I didn't hesitate, but even as I twisted my body towards her, I reached for the internal light switch. Sonjjii's hand caught my wrist in mid air.

"Leave it on," she told me, pulling me across the seat towards her and kissing me again. "It's even sexier when you know you someone could be watching."

A shiver ran through me at the thought. Was it possible? Someone hiding in the nearby trees, their eyes glued on our car? The conflicting combination of nervousness and excitement was intoxicating. 

Gathering my courage, I yanked my thong down my legs and dragged the hem of the dress up to my waist. Sonjjii's hands were helping me bridge the gap between our seats and straddle my body across hers.

"That's it, sexy," she encouraged, guiding me into position.

A gasp escaped my lips as she worked the free end of the dildo along my wet lips. It turned into a whimper when it pushed a little inside me. I was hunched over, my head bumping against the roof, but as I let my hips settle, taking it deeper, I let out a contented grunt. 

For some inexplicable reason, I found myself desperately hoping that we were being observed...

Sonjjii's hands found my ass and she began to knead my buttocks as we began to work the dildo between us. She was directing our movements but I was playing my part. We quickly found a rhythm. Slow to begin with, but the sound of our breathing was becoming heavier and faster as we lost ourselves in the sheer fucking intensity of the moment. 

It was just as we had begun to pick up the pace that my worst fears—or was it deepest desires?—were realised. 

I heard the sound of the car a few seconds before it arrived. It pulled to a halt close to ours, although with its headlights extinguished, I couldn't be sure exactly where. Panicked, I tried to pull away, but Sonjjii's death grip on my ass wasn't letting me go anywhere.

"It's okay, babe," she soothingly whispered, her hips still sensually undulating. "Keep fucking me."

Embarrassment covered my body but, to my shame, that feeling was overridden by the heat flooding through me. I'd never been an exhibitionist but my arousal level was becoming uncontrollable.

When Sonjjii whispered, "Let's give 'em a show," it was like she had flicked a switch inside me.

I suddenly went at it like there was no tomorrow. My hips pumped forward and back, up and down, as if I did this for a living. The muscles in my pussy were clenching and unclenching as Sonjjii's responding upward thrusts maximised the friction. 

Oh fuck ... oh fuck oh fuck...

I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. 

Sonjjii held me throughout the orgasm, cradling my body against hers, until the last of the tremors had passed through me.

"They've seen all they need to see," she softly murmured in my ear, switching off the light.

The darkness made me feel secure again, but my body was still burning from the excitement of what had happened. Sonjjii helped me crawl off her and settle back into the passenger seat. I pulled the hem of my dress back down my thighs and let out a deep sigh. 

Everything felt surreal. Had we just done that? 

"You're such a sexy ass?" she murmured, as I tried to control my breathing. "Now let's get home. I need that mouth on my pussy..."

*

She was all over each other as soon as we were through her front door. I had no idea where Mike was tonight and didn't care. All that mattered was satisfying my lover. We practically tore each other's clothes off before she straddled my body with hers.

When her knees pinned my spread-eagled arms to the carpet, I was captive. Her captive! The submissive feeling was mind-boggling. She raised herself on her haunches, allowing my eyes to worship her beautiful pussy before she lowered herself...

As soon as she brushed her cunt across my lips, I attacked her with my mouth. I needed to feed and I couldn't hold back. 

Electricity ran through my body at the first lap of my tongue. I licked my lips, savouring her taste, and then returned for more. Her clutching hands gripped my hair and kept me pressed firmly in position as she began to rub her pussy across my face. She moved slowly, smothering her juices across my forehead, nose, mouth and chin. 

My pussy flooded with arousal.

"What did I tell you," I heard her say. "She never can get enough."

It took a few moments for me to realise that she wasn't talking to me. But even as the thought hit me, I tossed it away. That was stupid. Who else could she be talking to? 

That was when I heard the man's voice. He had a deep sexy accent that reminded me of Barry White.

"Fuck, but she's good."

My body stiffened in shock. Sonjjii moved her body fractionally, still maintaining contact between pussy and tongue but enough to allow me to half-turn my head in the direction of the voice. 

The man was sitting in a chair with his back to the window. He had beautifully thick salt and pepper hair, a goatee moustache, long eyelashes and big brown eyes. But as impressive as he was, it wasn't his good looks that caught my attention. His trousers were undone and he was openly jerking his cock.

"I told you how much Mike wanted to watch, didn't I?" Sonjjii growled. "You don't mind, do you, baby?"

In normal circumstances, it wasn't something I would ever have agreed to. But I'd already shown myself to be an exhibitionist tonight and the thought of being watched again was exhilarating. My body was on red alert and I needed pussy. I needed Sonjjii's pussy. And satisfying her while her man watched us was a thrill I could never have anticipated.

She raised herself a little higher and gently rotated her clit across my open lips and willing tongue. I had to strain my neck upwards but at the same time I had the perfect view of her boyfriend out of the corner of my eyes. I'd never seen a man jack off before.

His head was slumped back against the back of the chair and his gaze had found mine. I realised that he wasn't getting off on just from watching us. He was wanking harder at the sight of me watching him.

We stayed that way for a while, gratifying ourselves and gratifying each other.

Sonjjii had my head in both her hands, holding it firmly in position as she rubbed her wet pussy across my face. My tongue lapped mercilessly at her flowing juices even if my gaze continually darted across to the chair. And Mike was grunting as he cupped his balls with one hand and beat his meat with the other.

Then Sonjjii was talking to me again. Her inflammatory words hit right between my thighs.

"Want to make him cum, baby?"

My arousal was close to being off the scale when I saw him push up from the chair. His height shocked me. In a good way. He was way over six feet tall and his body was nice and muscular. Sonjjii altered position, slithering her body down mine with all the grace of a cat. Her mouth found my overheated cunt as Mike knelt in front of my face.

The head of his cock was glistening with precum. 

I wanted to take him in my mouth, between my juice covered lips, but I couldn't. The only man I'd been with for longer than I could remember was Donald and I wasn't sure that I was ready to be with another. Not just yet. But his cock looked so inviting.

"Want to suck it, baby?" he asked.

That deep accent was so sexy. I had expected him to have an Italian tone, not Barry White.

I reluctantly shook my head. Disappointment glinted from his eyes and I wondered if he could see the conflict in mine. 

His hand went to his cock again, to rub himself, and I found my own reaching out to push his away. I took the erect flesh in my palm, marvelling at the feeling of his hardness in my hand. 

I used my thumb to spread his pre-cum across the head of his cock and when he groaned I began to slowly jerk him. I glanced downwards—Sonjjii was murmuring happily between my spread thighs—and then returned my gaze to the Italian. He had straightened his body and was beginning to thrust his cock against my hand. 

His breathing was fast and heavy and I could hear my own panted breath as I began to jerk him faster. He wasn't going to last long. 

I tried to resist. I swear I did. But the feeling of his hard, throbbing man-flesh in my palm was too much. I wasn't going to let him cum between my lips—but I wanted and needed him in my mouth.

He groaned when I twisted my head and sucked him inside. His hands went to my hair. I kept one hand wrapped around the base of his hardness and took him as deep as I could.

Three hard, long sucks were enough.

His body stiffened. His hands curled in my locks. His cock jerked in my curled hand and I just had enough time to draw my mouth away before he was shooting his creamy cum into the air... 

A thick blob landed in my hair. One spurt landed across my nose and another covered my bottom lip. Then the final couple of diminishing eruptions spread across my hand, slowly running down my fingers as I refused to relinquish my grip on my prize.

When he finished spurting, I dropped my head again and began to clean him with soft cat-like laps of my tongue. Sonjjii was still lapping at me and I had an overwhelming feeling of contentment. 

It was as if the three of us were truly joined.

Only then did I realise just how much I needed to be fucked. But just as the thought hit my fevered mind, Sonjjii's tongue curled inside me and hit that spot. My mouth left his cock as the most intense of orgasms exploded inside me. 

Then darkness began to close in.

THE NEXT MORNING

Don't ask me why I'd refused. I didn't know. Maybe it was because I couldn't shake off my embarrassment? Or perhaps it was the bashfulness always present inside me? 

Sonjjii was bringing me out of myself, true, but at this stage I wasn't ready for her and Mike. It was the same conflict that always seemed to be battling inside me—even now, after everything I'd experienced—the needs of my body set against the puritan upbringing that controlled my mind. 

It was stupid, I knew. There wasn't anything that Sonjjii and I hadn't done together. And now I'd sucked her boyfriend's cock. 

Yet ... 

However much the thought of a threesome with them had sent my arousal soaring, my mind was sending me those familiar warning signals again. So when Sonjjii had suggested that I join them in their bed last night, I'd pathetically almost run away. 

She had backed off instantly. That was Sonjjii. She was always in tune with my feelings. She knew when to give me space.

But...

I'm sure that she knew it would only be a matter of time. And she knew how to ramp up the pressure to the max.

I'd spent the night in her small spare room and rest had been hard to come by. How could I sleep when all I could hear was the uninhibited sound of their fucking in the bedroom next door? They must have been at it all night long. 

And I'd spent most of the night masturbating... 

By the time morning arrived, I was literally gagging for it. I needed sex. Despite the constant orgasms I'd given myself throughout the night, my body was practically shaking with need. I'd masturbated to the sounds of them fucking but in my imagination it was me, not Sonjjii, who had my legs wrapped around Mike's back while he pounded me.

I wanted that cock. I needed that cock. 

I wanted it throbbing in my hand, my fingers wrapped around that long shaft, the feeling of his hardness between my lips while I gave him the best blow job he'd ever had, the sensation of his cum surging into my mouth when he could hold back no longer.

The feelings were so powerful that I had no choice other than to masturbate again in the shower. 

The orgasm settled me down. Reality returned. I was being swept along on a tide I had no influence over and I needed to regain control. 

I dressed quickly and headed into the living room. It was time to get out of there. I couldn't face Sonjjii this morning and I would telephone her later. The sexually charged atmosphere was still threatening to overwhelm me and right now, I had to get back to the sanctity of my own home and gather my thoughts. 

"Good morning, babe. How are you today?"

Mike's voice took me by surprise, and that deep, sexy, Barry White-tone sent an uncontrollable thrill through my body. I blinked my eyes twice to clear my head but when I turned towards him my breathing quickened further. 

He was sitting in the chair by the window, dressed only in a pair of black boxer shorts. One hand rested in his lap and I could tell by the flexing of his arm what he was doing. It was an almost imperceptible movement, but a furtive glance to his groin area confirmed he was actually stroking himself while he faced me. There wasn't even a hint of embarrassment on his face. 

I had to tear my eyes away and pretend to glance around the room. 

"Oh, hi," I said, trying but failing miserably to sound casual. "I'm good. I was just getting my stuff together."

"You can't leave 'til Sonjjii gets back," he told me. "That would be rude."

Dammit. I hadn't realised she'd left the apartment. Suddenly I felt very uncomfortable. I was here, alone with her man. He was half naked and was practically wanking infront of me. Maybe I should have asked him to stop, but it seemed easier to ignore it.  

Besides, it was a curiously exciting situation...

When he suddenly stood up from his chair, the bulge in his boxer shorts was impossible to miss. It seemed to lead the way as he walked across the room towards me and it became impossible to draw my eyes away. All of a sudden my heart was in my throat. 

"I hope we didn't make too much noise last night," he said, stepping closer than I was comfortable with. 

Unconsciously, I took a step back. My body bumped against the back of the sofa and I reached behind me to rest my hands along the top. 

"No," I lied. I glanced up at him timidly.

"Sonj was so turned on..." he said in that deep accent. 

He reached up to stroke my cheek with his fingers. His hand was soft. It felt different to Donald's. 

"She told me what you two did together," he continued. His fingers curled around a lock of my hair. "She said you've fantasised about being with me. Is that right?"

His body pushed against me, softly pinning me in place against the back of the sofa. I could feel his erection pressing into me and kept my head down. If he saw the expression in my eyes, I would be lost. He was so tall, towering over me, and despite myself it was difficult not to grind my hips against his hardness.

"Sure it is, babe," he persuasively continued, when I didn't answer. "You sucked my cock last night and now you need more. Its okay, you know. That's why Sonj left us alone. So I could give you what you want."

This time, I did find his brown eyes. The way he looked down at me confirmed my instincts. It was true. Sonj was giving her man to me. He took hold of my hand and placed it between us, on his bulge. 

"I can't," I gasped, aware that my fingers had already closed around the outline of his cock. It felt so good. 

"That's it, sexy," he groaned. "Take what you want..."

His hands were on my shoulders and he didn't need to apply much pressure to force me to my knees.

*

"Yesss..." he hissed, as my upward gaze found his. "Show me what you can do, sexy."

I felt my temperature begin to boil. Mike ran his fingers through my hair as he relaxed into a half-seated position against the back of the sofa. His cock stood full and proud now, the swollen head glistening with anticipation. It was magnificent. I stared at it, taking in its beauty and then wrapped both hands fully around his girth.

His groan of contentment as my wet mouth descended on him made me purr with contentment.

It had been a while since I'd given Donald a blow job, and then I'd only done it to stop him from fucking me. This was different. I wanted this. I needed this. I craved this. I bobbed my head and swallowed more and more of his veiny flesh between my lips with each dip. 

I was so turned on that saliva dripped from my mouth and drooled down along his length. I used both hands to work it in while I took just his cockhead in my mouth, sucking eagerly.

"Told you, didn't I?' I heard him say. "You need this..."

I didn't know if he was teasing me and I didn't care. I loved the way his fingers gripped my hair more tightly, directing my actions. My eyes found his as I slurped off his shaft and dropped my mouth to his balls. I sucked them between my lips, one by one. 

"Oh, fuck, yeah..." he grunted.

I kept my gaze on his as I went back to work on his cock, taking him as deep into my mouth as I could. His eyes widened. Mine watered.

"Oh fuck, yeah..." he repeated. 

He ran his fingers through my hair, holding my head tightly, taking control, pulling me harder and harder against his crotch. I choked a little as he shoved himself deeper into my throat, but he wouldn't let me escape. The feeling of submission was incredible.

But just as I thought he was ready to erupt inside my mouth, blast his cum down my willing throat, he pulled my head away.

"Not yet, babe..." he said. 

His deep voice was thick and hoarse and his breathing was coming in short pants.

"I've gotta fuck you first."

*

"Yes. Yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yesss..."

The voice was mine. But the cock was his. He had me bent forward over the sofa and was pounding me from behind. Had any man ever fucked a woman so beautifully? Had any woman needed this as much as I did? He had dragged my breasts out of my dress and they bounced lewdly against the sofa fabric with each of his thrusts.

"Like that," I grunted, wondering if I'd actually said the words or if they were still inside my head. "Like that."

He kicked my legs wider with his foot and I gasped. I couldn't have spoken out loud, I decided. It was almost impossible to breathe, let along speak. When he slowed his pace, a momentary panic overcame me. No! God, no! Not yet! I wanted to prolong the moment for as long as I could. 

I glanced back at him, my long, dark hair hanging over one shoulder. As our eyes met, I saw him grit his teeth. Then he seemed to get a second wind. One of his hands caressed down my stomach and between my legs. When he rubbed my clit softly beneath his fingers, I screamed out my pleasure.

"Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkk..."

My juices soaked his cock as he started to pump inside me again. His spare hand cupped one of my bouncing breasts. My nipple was like a rock in his palm. He squeezed and kneaded, drawing another cry from my parched lips. Fuck, I was close. 

Then his hands returned to my hips. The finishing line was in sight. 

I looked at him over my shoulder again, my eyes exploding with lust. When I increased the pace of my backward pumps, he grunted like an animal. One hand reached for my hair and yanked my head up. 

That's when I saw her. Sonjjii. 

She was standing beside her bedroom door, leaning back against the frame, completely naked. Breasts thrust out, black body arched, she was magnificent.

It instantly became clear that she'd set this up. She'd seen everything. Her left hand covered her breast, two fingers twisting her nipple, and when her right hand dropped between her legs and she began to rub herself, I wasn't on the edge. I was way beyond it. 




Sweet Seduction



I cried out as my orgasm engulfed me and despite my convulsions, I spread my legs wider to give Mike all the encouragement he needed. 

I felt his well-worked balls tense and then he couldn't hold back.

Sonjjii was suddenly beside me as I felt him fire two bursts inside me. It was clear what she had in mind. She gripped my hair as she thrust her hips forward and offered her juicy cunt to my lips. I began to lick her even before her boyfriend had finished emptying his balls inside me.

"That's it baby," I heard her softly say. "We have all day. Just the three of us..."

EPILOGUE

One month later and our house had sold quickly. Donald was now permanently residing in London and we only spoke through our solicitor's. That suited me fine. Word had it that he already had a new girlfriend and I wished her the best of luck.

I stayed in the house until the last moment and then moved in with Sonjjii and Mike. It was her idea and I thought, why not? I was around at her house most nights anyway and we'd even bought a new king sized bed to accommodate the three of us.

The sex was phenomenal.

I had no idea whether the change in my living arrangements would be permanent. But there was only one way to find out. 



Sweet Seduction



I sat there beside him on the couch, knowing I should leave. I'd been there for a half an hour. It was a little tense at first, but he was in a good mood, as usual and we laughed and talked and he had persuaded me to move from the luv-seat to the spot beside him on the couch. I knew I wanted things to be the way they were just months before, but there was no way to go back to that. Everything was different. 

"You should take that sweater off and stay a while," He said as he lifted his bourbon and took a sip. He chased it with a drink of coke, and lifted the glass of bourbon toward me "Have a drink with me?" He offered and I shook my head, smiling politely. I lifted my bottle of water and grinned. He tipped his glass to me and took another sip. 

"Thank you, but no thank you," I said. "I can't stay long." I watched a flicker of panic, then he relaxed. I'd seen that before, I also knew my "I can't stay long" from the past usually ended up with me leaving in the wee hours of the morning, with my panties in my pocket and my bra in my purse. 

"Tell me about that house you were looking at, on Girard?" He asked and put his arm around me. I relaxed into him and spoke freely. I had already told him the basics about the house through texts, but in person, with the scent of him, and the feel of him, and the air about him close to me, I was completely at ease to elaborate. 

We immersed in conversation about this house and the property and his former home, which he lost to foreclosure when he was laid off and behind on child support, and my options to remodel. He made promises to help with this thing or that thing. His first offer was to bring the fence he didn't need from his back yard and get his son to help set posts, so he could put up something for the dogs. I only had one dog. I knew he meant this for him to bring his dogs to my house to visit. 

His eyes softened every time I smiled widely. I saw this almost amazement every now and then where he looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He seemed to get lost in my eyes just as much as I had been his. He brushed a stray hair from my face and reached to hold my hand that was fidgeting with a button. He started off by lifting that hand to kiss it, then leaned in a little closer. My voice had dropped a few octaves and he had scooted so that our faces were closer together. 

"My God you smell amazing," He said for the third time in an hour and a half. 

"Thank you," I said softly. 

"Your hair has gotten longer," He said and reached to caress it. 

"A little," I said and smiled at him. He melted again and then before I knew it, he was kissing me. I resisted for only a moment and then gave in. His lips were tender; almost timid at first. I knew he was waiting on me to resist, and I did a little at first but he didn't stop. I had tried to pull my head away, but he moved his hand to my cheek and brushed his thumb over my cheekbone. He wrapped his other arm around me and held me close. 

"I have missed you so much," He said softly between kisses. I was breathing heavy. He shifted his weight a little onto me, and I put a hand on his chest in protest. He kissed me deeper and I gave in completely. Before long, he had his hands behind my hips and pulled my body toward him, so that he could lay me back. There were blankets on the end of the sofa, and I was propped up on them. He ground himself against me, kissing me harder now. I tried to push him away. I tried to tell him no, this was too much, but he was overpowering me. I didn't want him to stop at the same time I knew I needed him to. 

"Oh God, baby," He breathed, moving down into my cleavage to kiss and nibble my tender flesh. I had my hands in his hair, pulling and caressing his scalp. 

"I," I breathed "I can't do this," I was fighting now, more against myself than him, as when he claimed my lips again, I let him. 

He reached to pull my shirt up, and I stopped him, he grabbed my breasts through my shirt, and kneaded them. He pinched my hard nipples and ground his cock into my pussy through my pants

"Your pussy is so hot baby," He said into my ear, before sucking the lobe into his mouth. I was scratching down his back within moments and he tried to put a hand down my pants. I pushed it away from the waist and he resumed, over top of my clothes. 

"Please,"I said, meaning to ask him to stop, but not being able to. He knew my body. He knew where to kiss, bite, lick and caress to get exactly where he wanted to be. 

My heart hurt. We had been through so much, and had not overcome it. I couldn't take the risk of letting down my guard for him so easily again. I knew if I went to bed with him, that was exactly what would happen.

"Take this off," He said, lifting at my shirt. 

"No." 

He lifted himself away from me and ripped his shirt off. He tossed it across the room to the recliner and propped himself above me a little. He looked at me, and down the length of me. His eyes stopped on my waist, then moved down. 

His hands reached my hips and he was immediately pulling "Then these have to go," He said, smiling, myscheviously. 

"No way," I said, unable to supress a giggle. I was drunk with lust for him. I suspected the kissing and heavy fondling had been happening for at least thirty minutes, by now and he was still going. He wasn't one to give up. 

He bent to bury his face between my thighs and breathed hot air through the cotton fabric of my pants. He sucked in the scent of me and groaned loudly.

"You at least have to let me eat your pussy, baby?" he pleaded then burrowed his face into my groin again and caressed me through my pants. He continued this for a long while. 

I was paralyzed for a while, and moaning. I was losing my battle of will and he knew it, as he tried again to pull my pants over my hips and almost succeeded. He repositioned himself and started to kiss me deeply and passionately again. He caressed my body and rocked his groin into mine. 

I wrapped my legs around him and he moaned. He started at the bottom of my shirt his time, and had it up over my head. He pulled away to look at and admire my breasts. 

"This is a beautiful bra you're wearing honey," He said softly, bending to pull it away, and take my nipple into his mouth. I inhaled sharply and he nipped at my bud. 

"Oh God, baby," He said and opened his mouth wide to take in a mouthful of my abundant flesh. 

He had one hand on my opposite breast, pulling the bra away to reach my nipple, and the other hand down between my thighs. He worked himself under my pants, and scooted my panties aside at the leg hole. I instinctively opened to him and my head dropped back as his fingers reached into my folds and he found my tender places. My muscles spasm-ed and I cried out. 

He kept massaging my clit, as he went from one nipple to the other. He sucked them into his mouth, rolled his tongue over them and chewed on them both. I didn't notice my hips lifting to his hand, until he was reaching down to move my pants down. By this time, I just wanted him inside of me. 

He seized my mouth again, and kissed me for the longest time, as he circled my clit with his fingers. His passion was breathtaking. He lightly chewed down the length of my neck, and moved his way down to replace his fingers with his tongue. He was a skilled lover. Tender, possessive. He was parallel to what I was familiar with and I loved it. Most other lovers I had beenw ith needed to pound into me, hard and fast to get me off. He had a long, slow stroking motion that brought me quickly to fulfillment and held me there. 

I lifted my hips with the motion of his face. I could feel his stubble on my thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair and found myself tensing up all around him. He lifted and swiftly moved to slide into me. He made eye contact. He had so much love in his expression. So much remorse for all that had happened. There were so many words spoken here; without the need for words at all. 

He stopped before sliding into me and stood up. He reached to pull my bra off,a nd ensured that all of my clothes were together on the floor. He picked them up and lay them on the chair. 

"Let's go to bed baby," He grabbed both of my hands and pulled me to my feet. I smiled and nodded. I was at war inside, as I knew deep down this was a bad decision. 

But I went. 



Sweet Seduction



I was standing in the airport lobby, checking my phone periodically to make sure Tricia's flight was on schedule. I couldn't wait to see her. It had been so long. The last time we spoke in person was a year ago, when I went to see her in her office at school before I left to go to Cornell to get my master's. I knew from the first moment I saw her that I was in love. I was a bright-eyed freshman and she was my history professor. I came in late on the first day of class and the only seat available was in the front row, right in front of her desk. I mumbled "sorry," as I passed her on that first day. She was already up front speaking to the class. I sat down and looked at her for the first time. She had medium length, light brown hair that was crinkled and wavy. Her skin was fair and clear; her eyes a pure powder blue. They sparkled when she talked about history. 

She was wearing a blue patterned dress and a white sweater that modestly covered her slim figure. I couldn't help but think about how our bodies would look entwined... her fair skin and my tanned complexion combining; our breasts pressed against each other as we kissed passionately. It was all I could do to take notes. After class, I apologized for being late, and her melodic voice assured me that it was okay. The rest of the class always rushed out the door, but I purposefully lagged behind, slowly packing my backpack while she logged off of the computer and gathered her own things. We spoke every day after class and developed a relationship that first semester that extended throughout my school career and beyond.

My head was swirling with all of these thoughts as I glanced at the time on my phone, still waiting for her to walk through that gate. I tried to calm myself. Every time I thought about her, I got butterflies in my stomach and my mouth went dry. I tried not to smile to myself like an idiot. I couldn't let her know how I felt—not yet. In her eyes, I was nothing more than a friend. A former student that kept in touch, was all. After all, she was married to a great man. She had two kids. What would she want with me?

Or maybe there was more. As the semesters progressed, we shared thoughts and feelings; she held me when I cried over my brother's death and I did the same for her when her father died my senior year. We shared our dreams and ambitions. She was always very careful not to cross that line—the one that separated us as professor and student. I only got a small handful of hugs from her during my school career, but I relished every one. She was tall (probably 5'10 to my 5'7) and her breasts would press against my upper chest when we embraced.

I jerked back to reality when my phone buzzed in my hand. It was her! I unlocked the screen and read the message.

"Just landed. Are you here?"

I replied that I was waiting in the lobby. My palms were sweating, and wetness had started to pool in my panties. Not now!

After waiting a few more minutes and pacing back and forth, I saw a crowd of people start to exit from her gate. I scanned the faces and saw her toward the back of the group. At thirty nine years old, she was just as beautiful as I remembered. I could see her scanning the crowd—she hadn't seen me yet. She locked eyes with me and I waved sheepishly. She had the brightest, most beautiful smile and I know I was grinning like a nerd when she came over to me. She threw down her bags and gave me a big bear hug.

"Amanda! I'm so glad to see you! Thank you so much for inviting me to your conference."

Yes, the conference. That's how I got her here. One of her favorite historians taught at Cornell and was speaking at a conference on campus. It just so happened that it coincided with Tricia's spring break. I hugged her back, hard.

"I missed you so much! Thanks for coming! I'm parked outside. Let me get your bags."

I helped her carry her bags out to my car and as I drove to my apartment we talked about school, work, and family. I carried her bags once more up the stairs to my apartment and let her in. It was a small apartment with one bedroom, a small kitchenette, and a surprisingly large bathroom. I told Tricia to make herself at home while I got dinner started. I made pasta with white wine sauce and salad. I got two wine glasses and brought the bottle and two plates of food into the living room. We sat on the couch for a couple of hours, talking, laughing, and drinking. After a few glasses of wine, we were both getting a little tipsy. Tricia asked if I had a boyfriend.

"No... I just broke up with someone, actually. It wasn't working out."

"Oh, I'm sorry. He's missing out."

"Um... it was a 'she,' actually."

I looked down, embarrassed. I had never told anyone I was bisexual, at least not anyone I knew from back home. My family was extremely religious and they would disown me if they knew. Tricia had a more relaxed view and I knew she wouldn't think less of me. I don't know why, but I started to tear up.

"Oh, sweet girl, come here."

She pulled me close and stroked my hair while I silently cried. I wasn't crying about my ex. I wasn't even crying about admitting my sexuality. I was crying because I wanted her so badly, so desperately, and I knew I would never have her. It wasn't just physical. I loved her as a person with all my heart.

She softly murmured sweet, supportive things to me as I calmed down and I felt like a child. I sat up on the couch and apologized.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She was looking into my soul with those beautiful blue eyes and I almost said 'no.' But then I thought, This could be my opportunity. This is it. I told her about how I realized I was bisexual when I was in my early twenties and didn't dare act on it at home. When I moved to Ithaca, I experimented with women. She looked a little uncomfortable and I jokingly asked for any questions or comments.

"What is it like? Is it weird to have sex with a woman?"

I laughed and said, "It was at first, but with that experience, I gained a whole new perspective. It was like, for the first time, I was really seeing myself; and for the first time, I felt beautiful."

She was watching me in awe with a look in her eyes that I had never seen before. She looked away, toward the wall.

"I don't know if I could do that. It's been hard enough being in a sexless marriage with the man I've loved for fourteen years." Her eyes widened and she looked at me, startled.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay, Tricia. You can talk to me."

She broke down and it was my turn to hold her. I reminded her that she was a smart, kind, beautiful woman and if her husband didn't appreciate that, it was his problem. We were sitting so close on the couch that we were almost on top of each other. She started to sit up and I let her go. She reached for her wine and took a big swig and then, she kissed me.

It was only for a moment, but she kissed me and then drew back.

"I'm sorry, Amanda. Oh, my god. I'm so sorry. I don't know what just happened. I'm so sorry."

I took her wine glass and put it on the table, took her flawless face in my hands, and I kissed her back, fuller and deeper than any kiss I'd ever had in my life. She started to reciprocate; her mouth slowly opening in response to my tongue flicking at her lips. Her tongue traced my bottom lip and we stayed like that for a few minutes, making out like teenagers, until we broke apart, breathless.

"Wow," Tricia exclaimed, "I've never been kissed like that." We both giggled nervously. "What now?" she asked.

"Whatever you want to do. I don't want to pressure you."

She took my hand, pulled me up off the couch, and kissed me again.

"You never gave me a tour of your apartment. Let's start in the bedroom."

She smiled wickedly. I was stunned—I had never seen this side of her before, but I definitely liked it. My clit jumped in anticipation and I could feel my pussy gushing. She was still holding my hand, and I pulled her to the bedroom and kissed her once more. As we stood at the foot of the bed, I couldn't help but think about my fantasy in my freshman history class. It was finally coming true. As we kissed, my hands tangled in her hair and trailed down her back. I rested my hands on the small of her back and pulled her towards me, tighter. Her hands echoed my movements, and I could feel her nerves. She was trembling lightly. I prayed with all my might that she wouldn't back down at the last minute. I skimmed my fingers along the hemline of her shirt and rested my hands on her hips where her tight jeans were begging to be stripped. I pushed her shirt up, revealing a lacy black bra binding her small, delicate b cups. She did the same to me. My large 'c's were almost bursting out of my light blue bra. I was so glad I had worn a matching lingerie set. My mouth moved from her lips to her neck, slowly kissing, licking, and lightly biting her neck and chest. I skipped over her breasts for the moment and moved to her stomach. Her breath caught when I licked just below her belly button and reached for the zipper of her jeans. I popped the button and pulled her jeans down and pushed her onto the bed. I pulled the jeans off of her feet and stood over her, taking in her beauty.

Her black panties matched her bra perfectly, and her knees were bent, but firmly together. My eyes traveled down her legs to her covered slit, where a wet patch was forming. She was excited. I slid out of my own pants and got beside her in bed. We kissed once more and I looked into her eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes," she breathed.

With that affirmation, I unhooked her bra and started kissing her neck again. I trailed down to her chest and took one nipple in my mouth. She groaned and arched her back, and I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. Her breasts were perfect—just a small handful with puffy pink nipples perfectly centered. I licked over the nipple in my mouth as I teased the other with my fingers. They both hardened as a wave of goosebumps appeared over her chest. My mouth moved from her left breast to her right and from there, to her stomach once more. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and looked at her for affirmation once more. Her eyes were closed and she moaned, "please..."

I pulled her panties down to her ankles and over her feet. Her sweet aroma greeted me and it was all I could do not do dive in right that moment. Her pubic hair was trimmed nicely and was the same honey brown as her hair. I kissed her thighs one at a time, and trailed my tongue down each one, mercilessly teasing her until she groaned and tried to wiggle her hips so that my tongue would make contact with her burning cunt.

"Uh, uh. Not yet." I teased.

"You are so mean!" She grinned and moved her hips once more. I had a wicked idea.

"What do you want me to do?"

"What?!"

"Tricia, what do you want me to do?"

She hesitated. "I want you to give me oral sex," she said, matter of factly.

I chuckled. "Really? How do I do that?"

"Ugh. Don't make me say it, Amanda."

"Say it. Say it like you mean it."

"I want you to... lick my pussy and make me cum!" Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was blushing from head to toe.

My clit was swollen and throbbing. I had never been so horny in my life. My sweet little history professor just told me to eat her cunt and make her cum.

I've always been one to follow directions.

I started at the base of her pussy and trailed my tongue upward toward her clit. I got a mouthful of pussy juice and I drank it down like I was dying of thirst. I alternated tongue fucking her and flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. After a few minutes of this, I decided to go straight for the clit. I sucked her whole clit into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue simultaneously. She was screaming and thrusting her pussy at me.

"Oh my god! Yes! Fuck! That feels so good, Amanda. Don't stop! Oh god, don't stop! I'm going to cum. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. FUCK!"

A wave of pussy juice rushed down my chin and I lightly licked her clit until her spasms stopped. She pulled me up to her and kissed me, no doubt tasting her own juices in my mouth.

"That was amazing! I want to do that to you. Please let me."

Her eyes were starting to close and I could tell she was fading fast.

"Maybe tomorrow," I said, "Go to sleep now."

I got out of bed and slipped into a tee shirt to sleep in. I curled up next to her perfect naked body and covered us both with the sheet and comforter. I was almost asleep when I felt Tricia's fingers skimming down my tee shirt. She started massaging my breasts through the shirt and I groaned. She was cuddled up next to me, her face inches from mine.

"I can't wait until tomorrow," she whispered.

She found my pussy and started fingering my clit with her long, pretty fingers. I squirmed and moaned. In my haste to please her, I had forgotten about my own burning need. I spread my legs and she started kissing my jawline as two fingers swirled around my clit. I jumped when those same two fingers hovered over my opening and started pumping in and out of my pussy. I was on fire. She focused her attention on my clit once more and I knew I was getting close.

"Mmmmm. Fuck." My breathing was ragged and my hips were jerking uncontrollably. I lost it.

She moaned with me as I came and kissed me passionately. Her fingers moved from my pussy and I felt movement under the blanket. I opened my eyes and saw that her own legs were spread, and that she was fingering her own pussy with the remnants of my cum. It was amazingly hot. I laid back and watched as she masturbated and watched her body writhe as she came for the second time that night. She drew her hand out from under the covers and licked our cum off her fingers as I watched, never breaking eye contact with me. We fell asleep that night curled up together and I had never been more content.



Sweet Seduction



As a dancer I am always amazed at the number of young drop dead sorority type girls that come in to see another girl dance. I dance out of state at an all nude club unbeknown to my family. Recently a young couple came in. The girl was about five feet six with short black hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a half t shirt with a large blue C K (ie Calvin Klein) imprinted on it. It was obvious she was braless and was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans and some cute little gray felt ankle high boots. 

It was obvious she had a little to drink and her boyfriend was having trouble settling her down. She refused to sit and was standing by him dancing to the music as the girls were on stage. You could tell that he was having second thoughts about bringing her here. Every guy in the place was looking at her. She was hot and drop dead gorgeous. She also had the attention of a lot of my fellow dancers who are also into girls. 

Well she started worrying the piss out of her boyfriend for money. He would give her a dollar and she would tip the dancers. After a while she got braver. Instead of just smiling and handing us the dollar she began to lay flat on her back with the dollar sticking out of her mouth. The girls would crouch down and snatch the dollar up as she ran her hands all up and down her back. Eventually it was my time and when she did it to me I lifted her t shirt up and sucked on her titties. Her nipples were already rock hard like little pencil erasers! 

Guys cheered there ass off making her even more bold and her boyfriend more fuming. The next time she laid down on the stage two other dancers jumped on stage and removed her boots and jeans. she lifted her ass as my two friends removed her jeans leaving her in only a pair of black satin panties. I lay on top of her as she reached up and sucked my titties. I padded her pussy through her panties gently with my hand. "Can I take them off?" I whispered to her. She didn't answer but lifted her ass off the stage slightly. Guys cheered as I slid her panties down her long sleek legs revealing a closely trimmed pussy with black pubic hair. 

Her pussy was beautiful. She had those pussy lips which flared out delicately like the petals of an erotic flower. She got up and danced along with me also taking tips and guys lined up ten deep to tip her. Finally things went to far. She walked over to be tipped by a cute guy and let him stick a couple of fingers in her vagina. The boyfriend began to yell and tried to start a fight and was thrown out by several bouncers yelling curses and threats at her the whole time. 

"You were great!" I said as the song ended. 

"Thanks!" she said shyly with a impish smile on her face. 

"So what's the deal with your boyfriend?" I asked.

"Long story. " she explained. "he has been after me the longest time to do this threesome between me and a former girlfriend of his. I don't really like her but I was thinking about it. I found out that he was still fucking her. I didn't tell him I knew and was acting like I was having trouble being with another girl. He put pressure on me to come here. 

At first I didn't want to but once I was here I liked it. I decided to play it for all it was worth to get even!" I though for a minute wondering how far she would go. "So are you going to stick around?" I asked cautiously. 

"Sure" she added, "I like it here!" 

I weighed my next words carefully. "So would you do a feature with me?" She asked what a feature was so I explained that it was when two girls went up at the same time and got wild together and usually ended up eating each other out as guys screamed in ecstasy and threw money. 

"They do that here?" She asked in wild open eyed amazement. 

"Sure", I explained, "most girls here are bisexual and guys love to see girls with other girls. Hell the money rains down!" I laughed. 

"Hey, I'll do anything once!" She laughed. 

"Great!" I said as I took her by the arm and lead her to the back office. My pussy was steaming. I couldn't wait until I got a hold of her. I explained that the manger would have to check her ID and she would have to sign a few forms before she could go on stage. I found out her name was Kara and she lived in the same state as me. She had just tuned 21 two weeks ago. Anyway we found her a g string and matching top as we chatted and waited for our appearance. Finally we heard the DJ announce us. Ladies and gentlemen, he announced, get ready for the main event!

Our featured entertainers will be Candi and Kara. Get those dollars ready. the more money you throw the nastier they get! The music began to play and we entered from two separate areas of the stage. We circled each other as I instructed her to do earlier to draw out the tension. Finally I walked up to her and we embraced. My tongue met hers as I palmed her breasts. I reached around and undid her top and let it fall to the floor as she palmed my buttocks. 

We kissed a long time as I felt my pussy get wet. we broke the kiss and I began kissing down her neck. "You've got a nice ass!" She whispered. 

"Undo it!" I hissed. Kara untied my bottom and it fell to the floor as guys cheered. I undid her top and sucked on her breasts. I reached behind me and undid my top until I was totally nude. I continued down her stomach with my tongue. I kneeled between her legs and began to eat her out. She squinted up her face as she ran her fingers through my hair. I pulled back as my face glistened with her juices. "Lay down!" I said softly as I pushed gently on her stomach. Kara did as I asked as I lay on the stage on my belly and scooted up close to her. I draped one leg over each shoulder. 

I looked over her body which looked exquisite in the muted club lighting. Her nipples were rock hard. I reached out and palmed her breasts as I lewdly stuck my tongue out and wiggled it in the air. "I'm gong to eat the living fuck out of your pussy!" I hissed lustfully. 

"Oh man!" Kara whined as she ran her fingers through my hair. I bent down and liked the outlines of her pussy lips with just the tip of my tongue. Finally I began to give her long slow licks flattening my tongue against her pussy. "Oh god. . . oh fuck!" Kara whined as money began to rain down. Kara was getting into it! She was oblivious to all the guys standing around throwing money. Her pussy was wet and I relished her tangy juices! I reached behind me over my buttocks and began to finger my own pussy as I ate her out. 

"Does that feel good Kara?" I teased. 

"Oh god yes!" She moaned. 

"THEN FUCK MY FACE GOD DAMMIT!" I hissed lustfully. I returned to eating Kara out. I licked and nibbled and sucked lewdly as I fingered my pussy faster and faster. Kara moaned and closed her eyes as she beat her fists against the stage in passion. FUCK THAT BITCHES FACE! The guys screamed enraptured at the scene unfolding before them. I could feel Kara's juices running down my chin and cheeks. 

"OH man. . . oh fuck. . . oh my god. . . oh god!" Kara moaned as her hips began to rotate in a slow sensuous circle. I pulled back and flipped her over taking full control. I repositioned her until her ass was in the air. I spread her buttocks and began to attack her pink little puckered asshole with my tongue. 

"Oh my god. . . oh fuck!" Kara whined. Suddenly another dancer had all she could take. she climbed over the rail and put her pussy right in Kara's face. Kara wasted no time in putting her face in another's girls pussy. suddenly we were three girls on stage. Me with my auburn hair and Kara with her close trimmed black hair eating Haley out who had long blond hair and a completely shaved pussy. Haley showed her no mercy. She held her face tight against her pussy and said stuff like: "Yeah, eat it, eat that pussy good! eat that fucking pussy good!" 

Finally I felt Kara's body grow stiff as a board and knew she was about to cum. I pulled her tighter against my face as I opened her pussy up gently with my fingers and began to tongue fuck her. she gasped and then screamed all in Haley's pussy as I felt her cunt spasm against my tongue. Haley arched her back and released Kara's head as she also screamed in orgasm. I was panting by the time I withdrew from Kara. My face glistened with her juices. 

"Get on you back!" I ordered hoarsely. I slowly straddle Kara's face as her hands reached up to caress my ass. "Yeah that's it, put that pussy all in my face!" She moaned. "I'm fixing to cum all over that face!" I hissed. 

"DO IT. . FUCKING CUM ON MY FACE!" She grunted. I closed my eyes and began to fuck her face. I was past the point of no return. I was getting off on this good looking little bitch and I didn't care who saw! "yes. . . yes. . eat it. . eat that pussy good. . eat it good!" I moaned. Kara began to fuck her pussy as I rode her gorgeous face. I went faster and faster. I didn't give a shit about anything! All I wanted was to fuck her face as she ate me out with her hot little tongue!

Finally my body trembled as I screamed in a massive orgasm as I came all over her sweet face. I tumbled off still panting as my hot juices ran down her face and chin. We spent the night together in a hotel but that is a different story!



Sweet Seduction



You are sitting on the futon looking so inviting. I walk over and put my legs on either side of yours until I am straddling you. I take my hands and put them on your shoulders, lightly holding you down, as I kiss your neck softly, making you anticipate my soft lips meeting yours. Slowly, I work my way up your neck until my lips finally meet their destination only to nibble a lip to show you that I will be the one in control. Lightly touching your lips to mine for the kiss that you have been waiting, for what seems like eternity. I lift up taking off my blouse you notice that I wear no bra underneath. You look into my eyes and see how my body wants you and my mind needs you, my desire to have our bodies entangle as one at long last.

I put your hands on my bare breast and quiver feeling flesh on flesh. Pushing my pelvic area up against you, you feel how eager I am to have you in me but I dare not rush it , wanting this to take a good deal of time to savor. I roll my head back exposing my neck, in hopes that you just may sink your teeth into my tender spots. 

You feel me start tugging at your shirt, pulling it up over your head trying to expose the muscles I so love underneath. I rub and massage your chest as my breath gets faster with pure excitement. I feel you grow, loving the way I caress you. Feeling this, I stand and turn my back to you. While I turn my head to look at you seductively, I slowly pull my skirt to my ankles, making sure to bend at the waist to expose ever so slightly my shaven pussy. You notice how great my ass looks as I sit there a second making you want me more.

Getting on my knees in front of you, I unzip your jeans and pull your cock out. Oh, how I love the way you feel in my hands. Teasing you like this is hurting me worse than it is you. I can almost feel you inside me, making me wet.

I take your cock and touch it to my lips. You want to put it in my mouth but I won’t let you. I have to do it my way. I put my lips on your head, pausing, anticipating the taste of your precum as it hits my tongue. Opening my lips, slightly, only enough to take your head in, you feel my tongue swish over you. Little circular motions, around and around….then I take your head out of my mouth so that I can kiss my way down to your balls. “Wouldn’t want them to get lonely,” I say as I take one in and suck on it. Here I also take my tongue and move it in circular motions so that your balls get full stimulation. Only when I feel that you could handle very little more of that, I work my way back up kissing the underside of your cock. I am not sure if I can handle much more of this myself. I take your head back into my mouth. You feel my hot breath. I suck ever so slightly on your head and then I quickly, take all of you in my mouth. You can feel the little dimple in the back of my throat as I continue to take you all the way over and over again. 

Finally, I can not take this any longer. I have to have you in me. I need to feel your body pulsing with mine. I get up off my knees, kissing your chest, as I straddle you once again, this time with no barriers of any sort. I take you inside me. You feel how tight I am as I squeeze you every time you go in. Harder and harder I rock on you, making you go farther and farther inside. You hear my moans. OOOH, how good it feels, to be here, in your arms, rocking on you, taking all of you in, faster and faster, harder and harder. I through my head back in ecstasy, biting my lip, wanting to scream with pleasure, but not yet doing so. 

My breathing gets heavier and heavier as faster and faster I go. I am getting close to coming but I don’t want it to end. I want this moment to last forever. The feeling of you inside me, then cumming. Feeling the warm of you and knowing the trust you have. Knowing that once in life, we have come together, bodies embraced, and not wanting to loose that feeling.

But my body has the best of me, and I no longer can hold out what it wants so badly. I start rocking faster, my moans getting faster and louder until they become screams. Screams of your name, screams of happiness as you feel me let loose. Yes! Yes! Yes! More! Oh YESSSSSS!!

I pulse as I come giving you a well advanced warning that you have made me feel great even before I voice it. Oh, I love this feeling. I lay myself in your arms and run my hand on your chest, lovingly caressing.



Sweet Seduction



It was a Saturday morning on a hot August day and Barbara Letti was slowly walking down the rich and elegant section of Porter West. All the houses here were expensive, big and well designed. They had big back yards and swimming pools. The grass here was green, the garden in the back produced delicious vegetables and the homes were guarded with top of line alarm systems. There weren't any millionaires in the town of Porter West, however, the people who lived in this section, with their incredible homes, were living a hell of a lot more comfortably than all the other town residents.

Barbara was a block away from her destination: Don Arnold's house. Don was one of the comfortable people in town. He was also Barbara's old high school teacher. Back in June, two months ago, Don, known as Mr. Arnold at the time, had flunked her. He taught psychology and did an excellent job. But Barbara never had time to complete the assignments that were so time robbing. She almost cried when she saw the progress report the teacher handed to her. 

After the class was over and her friends were gone, Barbara confronted Mr. Arnold and was able to convince him to pass her with a D. She was only able to convince him by making a deal. She said she would clean his house and do mindless chores until she went to college. She happily agreed to the terms. She graduated a week later and thought nothing of the deal she made until he called. At first she was hesitant, not really wanting to spend her last summer cleaning her teacher's house and not really wanting to see the man so much. The same hour after the call, however, she was there. She cleaned his house and even fixed his lunch. Barbara was there for four hours, then she spent the rest of her day living a normal life.

Barbara learned to enjoy spending them four hours with Don Arnold. Once she got to know Don, she got really like him. He was cute for a forty year old man. His hair was still black, not yet giving in to the grayness of the elderly. His face was kind of attractive , muscular, but handsome. His chin and nose were built strong. His teeth were almost perfect. And he had a smile that could light up a room. Best of all, Don was tall. He was six foot five and over two hundred pounds of muscle. Since becoming interested in men so long ago, Barbara has always had a thing for tall men. She herself was only five foot eight and barely one hundred pounds, but something about looking up at a man from way below was sexy. So many nights she sat in her living room and watched the NBA basketball games, enjoying the tall, sexy men dribbled the basketball and glisten their muscular bodies with sweat. She loved the way they shined. It made her hot and wild and horny.

She approached Don's front door and waited a few seconds before ringing the door bell. When she did ring the door she waited five minutes for Don to respond. He opened the door and welcomed her in.

The front room was spotless, the way she left it yesterday. She looked at the fifty-six inch TV, the DVD, the stereos displayed so carefully. There couches were all leather and were very comfortable to sit on. The walls were painted white and floor was covered with brown carpeting. She watched Don take a seat on the leather couch. The TV was off. He was reading a book by Ernest Hemingway.

"What will I be doing?" she asked.

"I need you to clean the kitchen today. The grass needs cutting in the backyard, but that can wait until tomorrow. If you wouldn't mind though, I'd love for you to make me a few sandwiches for lunch and perhaps go to the store for me when that's out of the way."

"Okay," she agreed.

"The shopping list is the kitchen, on the table." He put the book down. "And I want to thank you for helping me out."

"It's nothing," she said. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have graduated."

"Right you are. Right as rain, in fact. But I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. Today will be your last day if you wish. And if you don't wish to leave by some miracle, then I'll let you stay one condition."

"What?"

"I presume that means you will stay. Fine. I'm actually glad. Well, the condition is that I pay you. I'll pay twenty dollars an hour. It may be a bit much, but I have plenty of money."

She argued with him for a few minutes, trying to make him lower the amount, but she lost. Besides, he argued his strongest, you will need the money for college. That was damn true. She went to the kitchen and did the dishes. They were only a few plates, a bowl and a couple of pots along with some scattered silverware. She finished in less than ten minutes.

"Barbara," Don Arnold called from the front room. When she appeared by the kitchen doorway he spoke. "I almost forgot. I took a shower this morning and left some things in there. The whole room is a mess. Would you mind fixing it up?"

"Sure," she smiled at him.

"You're a sweetheart," he complemented.

She went up the stairs to the bathroom. There were three rooms on this floor, not including the bathroom. Barbara didn't clean any of the rooms, because she was never asked too. She knew the door at the end of hall was the master bedroom and not even Don went into that room anymore. She knew why too. Everyone in town did.

Barbara went into the bathroom and began to make things look presentable. While she worked she was thinking of Don's former wife, Becky. Five years ago Becky had went to Famous Henry's Bar and All Purpose Diner. A weird name, but a great place. It was located on the outskirts of Porter West. She drank too much and didn't leave the bar until two in the morning. It was December, winter was coming and it had a temper that year. Turns out, Becky left in the heart of a blizzard. She drove her jeep, but controlling the monster vehicle was hell and a half. She kept the vehicle on the road for three miles, but sped the car up for some reason and lost control in the worst place. The Porter Bridge. She skid out of control in the mass of white evil and drove right over the bridge and ended up in the freezing river where she later was found frozen in her car. She suffered a great deal although nobody talked about it. People in town liked to think she died instantly, but everyone knew the truth.

Barbara put the dirty clothes in the hamper and went back downstairs. Since the list was already in her pocket and there was nothing else to do really, she decided to go to the store. 

"I'll go to the grocery store now," Barbara said when she was at the last step.

Don turned around and smiled. "Super." He took his wallet out from under the couch and handed her a one hundred dollar bill. "This should be more than enough. By yourself something if you wish."

"Thank you," Barbara said modestly. "See you in a little while."

She purchased a carton of eggs, milk, Oreos, two loaves of bread and two boxes of cereal. Frosted Flakes and Corn Flakes. Apparently the man loves his flakes, she thought to herself. The grocery store was a mile away from Don's house. Her house was only three blocks from the grocery store. So she ran home before going shopping. She went to the medicine cabinet and took two pills. Than she was gone. She patted her pocket softly and smiled. Don Arnold had been depressed for a long time now. The tragic and very sudden death of his wife had struck him a lot harder than anyone could have imagined. When he didn't teach all did was read old books and watch TV. She could always notice tears in his eyes. Barbara suspected he thought about her often, making the pain worse. Today she would make him feel better. She had a plan. A good plan. By the end of the afternoon, Don Arnold was going to be changed for the better.

She didn't knock when she reached came to the house fifteen minutes later. She'd been gone for an hour. 

"I'm back," she announced happily. Don was now watching TV, are so it seemed. Barbara suspected that the teacher didn't even know anything about The Days of Our Lives, or any other soap opera for that matter. He was thinking of his wife again. She proved her own theory by looking at his eyes. She saw that his were indeed watery. "I'll put this stuff away."

"Thank you," he said.

"Then I'll fix your lunch."

"Thanks again."

"You sound like a broken record."

She went to the kitchen and put the groceries away. She took out the ham, cheese, salami, turkey and chicken cold cuts and prepared his sandwiches. When she was done with that she poured him a glass of water and took the pills out of her pocket.

She went back to the living room. "Here, I took the liberty of bringing you your aspirin first." She handed him the pills then the water. Without looking at the pills she put them in his mouth and swallowed them down with the water. Barbara had counted on him not looking at the pills. The game was on.

She went back to the kitchen and picked up his food. She was smiling now. She went back to the front room and gave him his lunch.

"You know me so well," he said.

"I know," she said. "Shall I prepare your bubble bath."

"You know me a little to well." He laughed at shook his head yes. "Thanks for putting up with me and my lazy ways. I get like this in the summer though."

"I don't mind."

She walked up the stairs and turned on the water in the bathtub. While she prepared the bubble bath she wondered what could go wrong. He might get mad or tell her parents. He could get physical in a bad way, but she doubted that. There was a chance he would be heart broken. She'd have to wait see. There was nothing in the world that would make her back down at this point. Don Arnold had taken two Viagra pills without knowing before he ate his lunch. And when he walked upstairs to take his bath, hopefully horny as hell, he was going to get another big surprise.

She slipped off her dirty white shirt and her old red shorts. She wore these clothes because of the line of work. She would never wear good clothes to clean a house. She took off her bra and let it fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing any panties. She took off her sandals and moved over to the mirror. She gawked at her naked body in the mirror and wondered if she was pretty enough for Don's taste. Her breasts were small and pointy, she had puffy pink nipples, her face was pretty, but not exactly gorgeous. She looked like Julia Roberts with black hair, only not exactly as pretty as Julia Roberts by any means. Her face was lightly covered with freckles and her chin wasn't as long as Julia's is. She was skinny and there wasn't much meat on her ass or thighs. Her eyes were like almonds and were a shade of really light gray. She touched her shaved vagina with her fingers and shivered. She was going to please Don. She wanted too and he deserved it.

She turned off the water and slipped into the bath tub. Her whole body was covered under the foamy bubbles. She waited for Don Arnold, but she didn't wait long.

Don entered the bathroom two minutes after she settled in the tub. He closed the door behind him. He never looked at the tub. Barbara's face was concealed by bubbles, but she could still she see his back. He took of his shirt first, then came down his sweat pants. He was wearing no underwear. The mirror was steamed up now, so Barbara was oblivious to the size of his penis. She was desperately aching to find out though.

Don Arnold turned around and saw her head emerge from the water. She gently brushed the bubbles out of her face and gazed upon his erection. He was seven inches long and two inches thick. He was horny too. The Viagra was working.

"Don't resist me," she said.

He shook his head no. He was stunned speechless, but he didn't look unhappy to see her.

"Do you want me, Mr. Arnold?"

"Call me Don," he said nervously. "You should know that by now."

"For now I'd rather call you, Mr. Arnold. Come here," she said and motioned him with her fingers at the same time.

He listened. She wondered if it was her beauty or the Viagra that made him come.

She took her bubbly arm out of the bathtub and reached for his cock. She took his hardness in her hand and winked at him. "Now be cool. This won't hurt at all." She toward his cock and opened her mouth. She slid her tongue up and down his shaft moving her tongue like a paint brush. Then she let his cock slide into her mouth. 

"Wow," he said. "I don't know if I should be thanking you for this or not."

"You will be," she guaranteed.

She bobbed her head frantically between his legs. The rest of her body was still in the water, all covered with bubbles.

"Have you dreamed of this?" she asked.

"I'm ashamed to say I have."

"Don't be." She felt every layer of his cock with her tongue. She could taste his pre-cum in her mouth. Mr. Arnold came into the tub then. He did not sit. Just stood there. Barbara adjusted into a sitting position and Mr. Roberts scooted down. He moved in closer to her, until she was almost under his legs. She took his cock all the way into her mouth. She felt his balls slapping her chin.

When she'd sucked for a five minutes, he grunted. "I'm going to cum."

"Cum in my mouth," she said. She let Mr. Arnold do all the work. He pulled out of her mouth and she stuck out her tongue. Her mouth was open wide. A few jerks of the cock and he was cumming. The cum filled her mouth and turned her tongue white. When she thought he was done, she closed her mouth and began to swallow. 

"Hold on," he grunted.

He was still stroking his cock. She opened her mouth back up and two more jets of cum shot in her willing mouth. Barbara swollowed hungrily. She loved her men to cum in her mouth. And her men loved to cum in her mouth.

"You're still so hard," she complemented from the tub. "Think you could fuck me."

"I'll give it a shot."

"You already gave me a shot, now I want to be fucked."

Mr. Arnold layed down in the tub as Barbara stood up. Her body was covered with bubbles and most of her skin was unseen. She positioned herself over him and scooted down. She found his cock in the water and gently fitted it into her aching pussy.

This time she did most of the work. Mr. Arnold lay back against the wall, his eyes filled with passion. She made waves in the tub while moved her body up and down. His cock was hard enough to knock a tooth out. She grunted and gasped at the lustful pressure of his cock. Mr. Arnold moved to her. He removed the bubbles from her chest and sucked on her puffy nipples. She felt him moving into her to now. They matched each other's pace. Soon the grunts and gasps turned loud moans of pleasure. 

"I love it," she said. "It feels so good. So hard and...oh yes. Fuck me."

"It's been so long," he whispered against her nipples. He grabbed her below her armpit and gently moved his hand down. Then he fucked her harder and faster. He kept her quiet by kissing her. She felt his tongue in her mouth. Watering was spilling out of the tub and the bubbles were dissolving. "I've never been this hard." He was whispering. "This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"I knew it cheer you up."

The remains of the bubbles were scattered around the edges of the tub. Mr. Arnold was moving into her pussy slower. Without warning Barbara got off of him and stepped out of the tub.

"Is something wrong," he asked quickly.

"Nope," she said simply. She turned his back to him and went to the toilet. She got on her knees and bent over as if she were going to puke. Only the cover was down. Her breasts were touching the cover and her ass was sticking in the air. "Fuck my ass," she told Mr. Arnold. "I need it."

Mr. Arnold got of the tub and got himself into position. He wiggled his cock around her asshole and gently slid it in.

"Oh yeah," remarked Barbara.

Mr. Arnold grabbed her waist and fucked the life out of her. Her words were reduced to panting mumbles. He drove deeper and deeper into her ass and she pushed him into her harder, using her hands on the back of his legs.

I knew he'd love me, she said to herself. We'll do this every day until he's better. She screamed out as an orgasm took over her body.

"I'm gonna cum all over your sweet ass," he said. He thrust deep inside her three last times and pulled out his raging cock. The cum was shooting out while he positioned it over her bony little ass. He came all over her back and ass. He even came on her neck and made a small mess in her hair and some cum was dripping off her and too the wet floor.

"I think hiring you was the best decision I ever made," he said.

"You don't know the half of it."

She got up and sat on the toilet. "Do you think we can do this again."

"No time like the present," he said as he slipped his hard cock into her mouth. "The way I'm feeling right now, I can go all week!!!"



Sweet Seduction



(This story was originally written under the name Agony. I have made some minor changes to the story. After writing a story called Violets Are Blue, I was encouraged to rewrite this story.)

It was a scorching Saturday morning in the beginning of a great July. Barbara Letti slowly walked down the rich and elegant section of Porter West. All the houses here are expensive, big and well designed. They have spacious back yards and swimming pools. The grass here is green, the gardens produced delicious vegetables and the homes are guarded by top of line security systems. There aren't any millionaires in the town of Porter West, however, the people who live in this section, with their magnificent homes, are living a hell of a lot more comfortably than all the other residents. 

Barbara was a block away from her destination: Don Arnold's house. Don was one of the comfortable people in town. He is also one of Barbara's old high school teachers. Back in June, two months ago, Don, known to Porter West High School’s student body as Mr. Arnold, had flunked her. He taught psychology and did an excellent job, but Barbara never had time to complete the assignments that sucked away so much of her precious time. She almost cried when she saw the progress report the Mr. Arnold handed to her. 

After the class was over and her friends were gone, Barbara confronted Mr. Arnold and was able to convince him to pass her with a D. She was only able to convince him by making a deal. Barbara had to clean his house and run important errands until she went to college in August, in exchange, she would get to graduate. She happily agreed to his terms. She graduated a week later and thought nothing of the deal she made until he finally called her about repaying the deal early yesterday morning. At first she was hesitant, not really wanting to spend her last summer as a free woman cleaning her teacher's house, and she didn’t really want to see the psychology teacher during his free time away from school. The same hour after the call, however, Barbara was there. She cleaned his house and even fixed his lunch. She was there for four hours, then she spent the rest of the day living a normal life. 

Barbara found out she enjoyed spending time with Don Arnold. Once she got to know Don better, she got really began liking him. He was cute for a forty-four year old man. His hair is jet black, showing no signs of aging, and it seemed along before he finally succumbed to grayness of the elderly. His face is kindly, muscular, but mostly handsome and full of character. His chin and nose are built strong. His teeth are almost perfect and he has a smile that could light up a room. Best of all, Don was tall. He is six foot five and well over two hundred pounds, mostly muscle. Since becoming aroused by men at the age of thirteen, Barbara has always had a thing for tall men. She was only five foot eight herself, and barely one hundred pounds, but something about looking up into a man’s eyes from way below was real turn on. During so many steamy nights, Barbara had sat in her living room, watching NBA basketball games, enjoying the tall, sexy men dribbled the basketball, running and dunking, sweat glistening from their muscular bodies. She was usually the TV during these games, watching in a stone silence, feeling herself becoming hot, wild and eventually, horny.

She approached Don's front door and waited a few seconds before ringing his door bell. When Barbara finally did ring the bell, she waited five more minutes for Don to respond. He opened the door like the charming gentleman he could be, and invited the sexy young lady inside. 

The parlor was spotless, the way Barbara left it yesterday. She looked at the fifty-six inch plasma television, the brand new and unused Phillips DVD, and the expensive stereo displayed carefully around the parlor. The couches are all leather and were very comfortable. The walls are painted white and floor is covered with brown carpeting. She watched Don take a seat on the leather couch. A black screen played on the television. Don was reading an Ernest Hemingway novel. 

"What will I be doing today?" Barbara asked. 

"I need you to clean the kitchen,” he said, polite as usual. “The grass needs some cutting, in the backyard, but that can wait until tomorrow. I might hire the boy down the street to do that, however. A girl has no business cutting grass. If you don’t mind though, I'd appreciate it if you fixed me a few sandwiches for lunch, and perhaps go to the grocery store for me when that's out of the way. I’ve prepared a list on the kitchen table. 

"No problem," she agreed. 

"The shopping list is the kitchen, on the table." Don repeated himself and put the book down. "And I want to thank you for helping me out. Although your lazy behavior got you in this situation, I’m really thankful for your help.” 

"It's nothing. Really." she said. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have graduated." 

"Right you are. Right as rain, in fact. But I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. Today will be your last day if you wish. And if you don't wish to leave, by some miracle, then I'll let you stay on one condition." 

"What?" 

"I presume that means you will stay. Delightful. I'm actually glad. Well, the condition is that I pay you. I pay twenty dollars an hour. It may seem a bit much, but I have plenty of money. And I’m sure you can use the money during your college adventures.”

She argued with him over the sum of money for a few minutes, trying to make him lower the amount, but she was easily defeated. Besides, he argued his strongest point, the money will really come in handy. College isn‘t cheap Your always strapped for cash. Save some of this money and you will have an advantage. She went to the kitchen, quickly doing the dishes. They was only a few plates, a bowl and a couple of pots along with some scattered silverware. Don never made much of mess which made Barbara wonder why he needed a house cleaner in the first place. She finished in less than five minutes. 

"Barbara!" Don Arnold called from the parlor. When she appeared by the kitchen doorway, he spoke. "I almost forgot. I took a shower this morning and left some things in there. The room is a disaster. Would you mind fixing it up?" 

"Sure," she smiled at him. 

"You're a sweetheart," he complemented. 

She went up the stairs, to the bathroom. There were three rooms on this floor, not including the bathroom. Barbara didn't clean any of these rooms, because she was never asked too. She knew the door at the end of hall was the master bedroom and not even Don went into that room anymore. Barbara knew why too. Everyone in town did. 

Barbara went into the bathroom and began making things look presentable. It actually wasn’t the catastrophe Don made it out to be. While she worked, she thought about Don's deceased wife, Becky. Five years ago, Becky had went to Famous Henry's Bar and All Purpose Diner. A weird name for a hangout, but a great place to be. It is located on the outskirts of Porter West. She drank too much and didn't leave the bar until two in the morning. It was December, winter had come with a serious vengeance that year. Turns out, Becky left the bar in the heart of a blizzard. She drove her jeep, but controlling the monster vehicle was hell and a half. She kept the vehicle on the road for three miles, but condition on that road weren‘t great on the best days. She skid out of control at some point on her way home, in a mass of white evil and drove right over the Porter’s Orange Bridge and ended up in the freezing river where she was found three days later, frozen in her jeep. People like to think she didn’t suffer a great deal, and if God truly loved Her creations, then she died instantly. 

Barbara placed the dirty clothes in the hamper and went back downstairs. Since the list was already in her pocket, and there was nothing else to do around the house, she decided to go to the grocery store. 

"I'm going to the grocery store now," Barbara said as she entered the parlor. 

Don turned around toward her and smiled. "Super." He took his wallet out from under the couch and handed her a one hundred dollar bill. "This should be more than enough. By yourself something nice if you want." 

"Thank you," Barbara said modestly. "See you in a little while." 

She purchased a carton of eggs, milk, Oreos, two loaves of bread and two boxes of cereal: Frosted Flakes and Corn Flakes. Apparently the teacher loved his flakes, she thought to herself. The grocery store was a mile away from Don's house. Her house was only three blocks from the grocery store. Barbara ran home before doing Don’s shopping. She went to the medicine cabinet and took two pills than she was gone before anyone noticed her. She patted her pocket softly as she made her back to Don’s house, smiling. Don Arnold had been depressed for a long time. The tragic and very sudden death of his wife has struck him a lot harder than anyone could have imagined. When he didn't teach all he did was read old books and watch TV. She could always notice the tears forming in his green eyes. Barbara suspected he thought about Becky often, making the pain worse. Today she would attempt to make the teacher feel better. She had a plan. A good plan. By the end of the afternoon, Don Arnold was going to be changed for the better. 

Instead of knocking, she let herself into the house. Don didn‘t lock the door in the afternoon and often reminded to come right in. It took less than an hour to run the errand. Soon, Operation Cheering Up Mr. Arnold would began. 

"I'm back!" she announced cheerfully. Don was staring through the TV, making it painfully clear he didn’t see what he watched. Barbara suspected that the teacher didn't know anything about The Days of Our Lives, or any other soap opera for that matter. He was thinking of his wife again. She saw the tears in his eye. Barbara had seen enough "I'll put this stuff away." 

"Thank you," he said. 

"I‘ll prepare your lunch You feeling hungry?" 

" Yes. Very much. Thanks again." 

"You sound like a broken record," Barbara informed.

She went into the kitchen and put the groceries away. She took out the ham, cheese, salami, turkey and chicken cold cuts and prepared his sandwiches. The man could really eat. Thank God he had a great metabolism, otherwise he may have weighed four hundred pounds. When she was done with that she poured him a glass of water and took the pills out of her pocket. She remembered something she’d seen yesterday while taking his aspirin, and hoped it remained true today. 

She returned to the parlor. "Here, I took the liberty of bringing your aspirin. I’ll bet you have a killer headache by now. She handed him the pills, then the water. Just like yesterday, Don hadn’t looked at the pills. He just swallowed them with water in one motion. The operation succeeded its first task.

When the pills were swallowed, Barbara went for his food. Her smile was wide, revealing her perfect white teeth. Handing over the food, Don thanked her once again. Soon the plan would fall together.

"You know me so well," he said. 

"I know," she said. "Shall I prepare your bubble bath." 

"You know me a little to well. And you’ve only been here two days.” He laughed for the first time. "Thanks for putting up with me and my lazy ways. Sometimes I get like this.”

"I don't mind." 

She walked up the stairs and turned on the water in the bathtub. While she prepared the bubble bath she wondered what might go wrong. He could get mad and tell her parents, but how would he explain getting horny for no apparent reason. He could get physical in a bad way, but she doubted that. Don was a sweet man. There was a chance of him getting heart broken again. Barbara would have to wait and see. There was nothing in the world that would make her turn away at this point. The pills were already beginning to work in his body. Don Arnold had unknowingly taken two Viagra pills before he ate his lunch, and when he walked upstairs to take his bath, hopefully horny as hell, he was going to get another big surprise. 

She slipped off her dirty white tee shirt and her old red shorts. She wore these clothes because they were perfect work clothes. She would never wear good clothes to clean a house. She took off her bra and let it fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing any panties. She took off her sandals and moved to the left, getting a good look at herself in the mirror. She looked at her naked body in the mirror, wondering if she was pretty enough for Don's taste. Her breasts are small and pointy, she has thick pink nipples, her face is pretty, but not exactly mind blowing. She looked a little like Julia Roberts, but with short, wavy brown hair. Her face is lightly covered with freckles and her chin wasn't as long as Julia Roberts chin. She is skinny and there isn't much meat on her ass or thighs. Her eyes are like almonds and are a light shad gray. She touched her recently shaven vagina- shaven for a moment like this, but this one in particular-with her fingers and shivered. She was going to please Don. She wanted too and he deserved it. 

Barbara turned off the water and slipped into the bath tub. Her whole body was covered under the foamy bubbles. She waited for Don Arnold, but she didn't have to wait very long. 

Don entered the bathroom two minutes after she settled in the tub. He closed the door behind him. He never looked at the tub. Barbara's face was concealed by bubbles, but she could still see the back of his body as he undressed. He took of his shirt, then down came his sweat pants. He was wearing polka-dot underwear. This almost made Barbara laugh out loud. He pulled off the underwear. It took Barbara a moment to catch her breath. The mirror was steamed up, so Barbara was oblivious to the size of his penis. She was desperately aching to find out though. 

Don Arnold turned around as her head emerge from the water. She gently brushed the bubbles out of her face and gazed upon his erection. He was seven inches long and two inches thick. He was horny too. The Viagra was working. 

"Don't resist me," she said. 

He shook his head no. He was stunned speechless, but he didn't look unhappy to see her. 

"Do you want me, Mr. Arnold?" 

"Call me Don," he said nervously. "You should know that by now." His voice was shaky, and very much confused.

"During this special time, I'd rather call you, Mr. Arnold. Now come join me in here," she said and motioned him with her fingers at the same time. 

He obeyed. Barbara wondered if it was her beauty or the Viagra that made him come. More than likely, it was combination of the two.

She took her bubble coated arm out from the bathtub and reached for his cock. She took his hardness in her hand and winked at him. "Now just relax. We aren‘t doing anything illegal here." She guided his cock toward her open mouth. She slid her tongue up and down his shaft, moving her tongue like an expert guiding a paint brush, then let his cock slide into her hungry mouth. 

"Wow!" he moaned. His entire body was shivering to Barbara’s pleasing touch. 

"I knew you‘d like this idea" she said.

She tasted the bulbous head of his cock, licking all around it, pushing it against her cheek, creating a bulge. Her tongue moved along the V-shape ridge and down over the thick veins of his cock. Barbara delighted in the fine taste of his salty, hard cock, also becoming aware of his pre-cum building in her mouth. 

She bobbed her head frantically between his legs. Half her body was still in the water, all covered with bubbles. Parts of her body that were no longer in tub, her breasts, her neck, her arms, her covered in bubbled. Barbara could feel the head of his penis hitting against her tonsils. Frozen at first, Mr. Around now took her by the back of the head, slowly thrusting his body. 

"Have you ever thought of being with me like this?" she asked. 

"I'm ashamed to say I have." 

"Don't be." She felt every layer of his cock with her tongue. She could taste his pre-cum in her mouth. Mr. Arnold came into the tub then. He did not sit. He just stood there, calf deep in the bubble bath. Barbara adjusted into a sitting position and Mr. Arnold stepped forward, moving closer to her, until she was almost under his legs. She took his cock all the way into her mouth. She felt his balls touching her chin, could smell the aroma of his musky balls mixed with the smell of the bubbles. Things were turning out better than she had imagined. 

When she'd sucked him for five good minutes, Don grunted. "I'm going to cum." 

"Cum in my mouth," she said, even though she wasn’t crazy about the taste of semen in her mouth. Barbara let Mr. Arnold do all the work. He pulled out of her mouth and opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue. A few jerks of his cock and Mr. Arnold was spurting like a fountain. The cum filled her mouth and turned her tongue glossy white. The cum flooded from her mouth, leaking down her chin and over her body. When she thought Mr. Arnold was done, she swallowed his offering. 

"Hold on," he grunted again. 

He was grasping his cock tightly between his left hand. She opened her mouth back up and two more jets of, hot, salty cum shot inside her willing mouth. Barbara swallowed hungrily, gulping like a pig. For a girl not to wild about the taste of cum in her mouth, Barbara she wasn’t acting like herself.

"You're still so hard," she complemented from the tub. The cum shower seemed to be over, but there seemed to be a lot of life inside Mr. Arnold. "Think you could fuck me." 

"I'm pretty sure I can. I don’t know what’s gotten over me. Maybe it was the sandwiches.”

Mr. Arnold layed down in the tub, keeping his head against the back of the tub as Barbara stood up. Her body was covered with bubbles and most of her skin was unseen. She positioned herself over him and scooted down. She found his cock in the water and gently inserted it inside her aching pussy. 

This time she did most of the work. Mr. Arnold lay back against the tub, his eyes filled with passion. She made small waves in the tub while moving her body up and down. His cock was hard enough to knock a tooth out. She grunted and gasped as the lustful pressure of his cock washed over her body. Mr. Arnold moved to her rhythm. He removed the bubbles from her chest with his strong, gentle hands and sucked on her thick nipples. They matched each other's pace as Barbara rode his cock in the tub. Soon the grunts and gasps turned into loud moans of pleasure. 

"I love it," she said. "It feels so good. So hard and...Oh Yes!. Fuck me!" 

"It's been so long," he whispered against her nipples. Don took Barbara by the waist and gently moved them up and down while continuing to pump his cock into the beautiful teenager. At first the pace remained slow, then he fucked her harder and faster. He kept from shouting and scaring the neighbors by kissing her sweet lips, sucking on the tip of her tongue. Barbara felt his tongue exploring her mouth. Watering was spilling out of the tub from the sudden powerful movements and the bubbles were dissolving as the water splashed. "I've never felt like this before. Well not in a long time." He was whispering. "This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me." 

"I knew it would cheer you up." 

The remains of the bubbles were scattered around the edges of the tub. Mr. Arnold was began slowing down his pace. Without warning Barbara got off of him and stepped out of the tub soaking wet, dripping.

"Is something wrong," he asked quickly. A needful look was in his eyes.

"Nope," she said simply. She turned his back to him and went to the toilet. She got on her knees and bent over the closed lid. Her breasts pressed against the porcelin lid and her ass was sticking in the air. "Fuck my ass," she told Mr. Arnold. "I need it." 




Sweet Seduction



Mr. Arnold got of the tub and got himself into position. He wiggled his cock around her asshole and without giving much thought, the slid the head of his cock into her ass.

"Oh yeah!" remarked Barbara. 

Mr. Arnold grabbed her waist and fucked the life out of her. Her words were reduced to panting mumbles. He drove deeper and deeper into her ass as she pushed against him, using her hands to grasp the back of his thighs and reel her body into him. 

I knew he'd love this, Barbara said to herself. They could do this every day until he feels better about himself. She screamed out as waves a powerful orgasm slammed into her body. 

"I'm gonna cum all over your sweet ass," he told Barbara. He thrusted deep inside her ass three last times, and pulled out his raging cock. The cum was shooting out before he could position his cock over her bony ass. He came all over her back, thighs, ass. He even came on her neck and made a small mess in the hair on the back of her hair. And some of his massive load fell straight to the floor. 

"I think hiring you was the best decision I ever made," he said with his shortened breath, gasping for air.

"You don't know the half of it." 

She got up, cleaned herself up and sat on the toilet. "Do you think we can do this again." 

"No time like the present," he said as he grabbed Barbara by the back of the head, lowered it so her mouth was level with his cock and slipped it back inside her mouth. "The way I'm feeling right now, I can go all week!!!" Don seemed to have caught his breath. He began to thrust his cock inside her mouth.



Sweet Seduction



For Pieter, Alan, Stefan, Craig and all my other devoted fans, but especially these four. You Rock!!!



Sometimes in life you ponder strange occurrences and at other times, you just have to say; screw it! Well in my case, it would definitely be; screw her. She is forty three years old, green eyes, long auburn hair and a body to die for. And who am I you ask yourself, well, I am her twenty six year old son, 6.3ft, built like a swimmer, dark brown hair and my father's blue eyes. I am a fairly well known and popular rock singer and travel the world with my band and rake in millions. Women are a dime a dozen but after some time, it gets old and tedious. After I bought my first mansion, I asked my parents to move in with me because I hated living alone. Dad still worked and mom became housekeeper/hostess for lack of better words. 

All my friends were in lust with my beautiful mother and always found stupid reasons to hang around my house, to ogle her. She never seemed to notice or acknowledge this behavior and being unattainable just made her just that much more of a goddess to them. I hated it. She was supposed to belong to dad and me only. I became obsessed with her. Everything she did turned me on. I tried to fuck her out of my thoughts and basically achieved several orgasms with zero gratification. I slowly started to withdraw from the band's nightly "screw them all" sessions and took up, once again, the age old method of masturbation.

I would lie on my bed in our plush trailer and look at photographs of my sexy mother. My absolute favorite is one where she had fallen asleep on my couch and just woken up. Her slumberous green eyes smoky, tongue licking her dry and mysteriously smiling lips. Nothing sexual about the photo, just the expression on her face confirming a woman in total sync with herself and a passionate nature. I could die a very happy man if she ever wakes up next to me with that expression.

I start stroking my rigid cock through tight jeans. Closing my eyes, I can see her standing next to my bed, smiling. She slowly starts taking off her clothes and sway sexily to and fro. The buttons on my jeans resist my attempt to free my cock, but I prevail. Pushing my jeans and briefs down, I take my straining erection in hand and slowly start stroking. In my fantasy, Mom touches her beautiful breast while the other hand strays to her bald eager pussy. Touching her nether lips, she coyly watches me fucking my hand. I almost lose it, but reign in my explosion. My other hand is pulling and stretching my balls almost past the point of pleasure. Mom is stroking her clit and breathing heavily, never taking her eyes off, off me. I spit in my hand and rub my bulbous cock head to purple bliss. A finger, no two, enters her pussy and I can almost hear the sucking motion. I start stroking myself in earnest again and just before I blow, the vision of mom disappears. I stop stroking and just lie there, knowing that when I eventually explode, I might just have a heart attack. 

I love the pleasure/pain of denying myself instant gratification. I walk around with a permanent hard on and the friction of my tight jeans prolongs the agony. I have been dubbed the hard on rocker by the public, if they only knew what caused this state. I dress again and join the band members at warm up for our final tour concert. Tonight, after the concert, I fly home. I can't wait to hold her in my aching arms again. I wonder if this time our relationship will change. She knows of my feelings but simply ignore them. I have to change her mind or I will surely go insane. 

The concert is sold out and a smashing success. We always finish with a ballad and this one I wrote for and dedicate to Kat (My Mom's nickname). I know that she's watching and will understand the meaning behind the words. 

My obsession is you and nobody knows

To expect me to breathe is a cruel punishment

You own my soul and I live to serve you

Please answer my call and be with me...

I leave the stage and make a run for the trailer, hoping that I can escape without anyone seeing me. Grabbing my cell phone, bag and wallet, I once again make a run for the limo. A few diehard fans waylay me on my quest home and I dish out autographs and even a few cd's. On my way to the airport, I phone Mom.

"Hey baby, your concerts just keep on getting better and better." Mom answered the phone.

"Yeah well, what can I say? You raised an exceptionally gifted child." I joked while stroking my erection, again. I just have to think about her or hear her voice to revert back to my caveman origins.

"You know baby, any child of mine would never brag about their abilities, they would just valiantly go forth and do good deeds. You sleeping over or coming home tonight?" Mom asked.

"Already on my way to the airport, should be there in about four hours, and Mom, please don't wait up for me. It is already very late, oh, and how's Dad?"

"Honey, you know I always wait up for you, I still have a few things to do and Daddy is great. He will probably go to bed any minute now; you want to say hi to him?"

"Nope, will see him in the morning and then we can catch up. We just stopped at the airport, see you in a few and love you Mom."

"Love you too baby and thank you for the dedication, it made me cry."

"Aw Mom, I didn't mean to make you cry."

"I know honey, it was just too beautiful and I could not stop myself. Now hurry home, I miss you."

"Bye Mom."

I slept on the flight and dreamt of her again. It seems to me that every moment of my life is dedicated in homage to her. Rushing through customs, I collected my car and nearly wrecked it twice in my rush to get home. Barely parking the car, I raced for the front door. 

There she is the light of my life. Fast asleep on the couch, legs tucked under her, reading glasses askew on her pert little nose and softly snoring. I have never seen anything more beautiful and my heart overflowed with love for this exceptional woman. Slowly sitting down next to her, I gently pull her into my arms, trying not to wake her. Fortune favored me and she snuggled closer to my chest, curling up in my lap. My eyes could not get enough of this beautiful angel in my arms. It is difficult to explain the overwhelming feelings I feel towards her, but know this; I would kill and die for this woman. My finger traced her beautiful lips, parting them to touch her dewy moistness, hoping her tongue would reciprocate. Gently cupping her head in my hand, I brought her nearer and nuzzled her neck, trying to inhale her essence. Slowly I feel her gaining wakefulness and I silently cursed fate for not allowing me more time with her in slumber.

"Mmmm....., I love being awakened by my baby. I missed you darling." Snaking her arms around my neck, she hugged me tightly.

"Hello gorgeous Mother, I missed you so much." I could not stop nuzzling her neck, hair and dainty ear. 

"Oh darling, this house is a mausoleum without you here." Pulling back from my embrace, she traced my jaw with her tiny hand and kissed my burning lips.

Before she could pull back, I feathered soft kisses all over her face, stopping at her luscious lips. I sweep my tongue across it and we both moan. Taking this as a sign, I push my tongue past her lips and slowly start kissing her. My world explodes and she was my only anchor, keeping me shackled to her sensuous aura. I pulled her legs on either side of me and pushed my erection against her inviting softness. Our breaths ragged and bodies shaking, Mom took her precious lips from mine.

"Baby, we have to stop. We can't be doing this, this is wrong." Mom whispered while still rubbing against my cock.

"Why is it wrong? We love each other and to me, you are the world. I tried to forget about this need I have for you but I can't succeed. No matter what I do, you consume my thoughts. You are like a drug inside of me. I need you Mom."

"Oh baby no, we have to think about your Dad as well, it will kill him." Mom sadly said.

"Mom, please look at me. If you can honestly tell me that you don't feel the same way about me, I will try and forget about this thing between us. I'm not saying that I will succeed but I will try really hard."

"I can't say that darling and I won't lie to you, but please do not continue doing this to me. I love your father and I refuse to break his heart." Mom said while tears fell from her sad eyes. Kissing my lips, she got up and left me.

"I wonder who will pick up the pieces of my breaking heart......?" I whispered and went to bed. Removing my clothes, I stroked my penis a few times and groan, my body desperately needing release. I deny myself that pleasure.

Entering the kitchen the next morning, I had to stop. My mother was standing in a pool of sunlight, sipping her coffee. Her beautiful hair was taken up in a hasty knot, tendrils escaping and brushing her silky neck. Her emerald green sun dress hugging her sexy figure and I knew that the color would match her eyes, I can't confirm this yet because her back was turned to me. I slowly approach her and hug her from behind. Sighing, she melts into my embrace. I know that she could feel my erection but didn't care. Rubbing against her, I cup her breasts and tongue her ear.

"You take my breath away Mom, you are so beautiful and I can't keep my hands from touching you." I said while tugging on her braless nipples.

"Please baby don't, your father......" She said while not making any effort to move away.

As if conjured, we hear Dad coming down the stairs. Pulling my shirt from my jeans, I tried to hide my erection.

"Hello Son, when did you come back?" Dad greeted and hugged me.

"Oh, didn't Mom tell you that I was coming home last night?"

"Uhm, I guess I fell asleep again before she could tell me. How was the tour?"

"Great! You going to work today?"

"Well yeah, someone has to put food on the table, Son." Dad jokingly say.

"Dad, you do know that you don't have to work, eh?" I said

"I know, but I enjoy it and it keeps me out of your mother's hair. Kat, you doing anything today?"

"I asked the girls to join me for lunch at La Patisserie and then we'll probably do some shopping. Why do you ask, do you need me for anything?" Mom asked.

"No, just wondering. I thought that you would stay home with Greg today, seeing he just returned from his tour." Dad said.

"Dad, I'm a big boy and can surely entertain myself."

"Yeah I know. You guys enjoy, I'm leaving for work. Bye!" Kissing Mom and me, he left.

The minute Dad left, Mom scrambled for her keys and nearly ran for the door. Catching her just as she reached it, I swung her around and lifted her in my arms.

"Why in such a hurry, pretty lady? You have hours left before your lunch date." I grinningly asked.

"I... Uhm.... We need some things for the house and I wanted to get it before lunch." Mom stammered.

"Now why do I find that hard to believe and would you really just leave without saying goodbye to your one and only Son?"

"Uh, no baby, I would have stopped to say goodbye before I left." Mom blushingly said.

"Well okay then, you are stopped and I am definitely within kissing distance, shall I pucker up?" 

"I know what you're trying to do Greg and it won't work. Now give me a kiss so that I can leave." Mom said

"Well, seeing that you ask so nicely, how can I refuse?" And with that said, I possessively claim Mom's lips, gulping her essence like a starving man. Pulling her flush against my erection, I steadily move her towards the wall. Moving my hands over her derriere, I arranged her legs around me and started pumping against her. We both go insane, Mom raking her nails down my back and me behaving like a ninth grader out on his first date. I pop one of her breasts free and suck as if I would never get the opportunity again. At this point, Mom once again regain her scattered senses and tell me to stop. 

"Greg, stop it please. Baby, please don't do this, please..."

"Fuck Mom, you're killing me here. I am walking around with the hard on from hell and no relief in sight, please just give me a minute to try and recover my wits." 

"Does it hurt much, baby?" Mom asked while lovingly stroking my hair.

"Yeah Mom, blue balls is a bitch, your balls start aching and they become super sensitive, it sometimes feels like someone kicked you in the nuts. But don't worry, eventually the pain goes away and only a feeling of heaviness is left. I am sure that I will survive." I tried to explain.

"Oh baby, is there anything I can do to make it better?" Mom earnestly asked.

"Shit Mom, I can't believe you just asked that." Trying to force air into my overworked lungs, I said; 

"I think you're safe now, please just don't lick your lips or sway your hips right now. I'm not sure that I will be able to handle it."

Looking straight at me, Mom saucily licked her juicy lips. Fuuuuck... Seconds before grabbing her, she grabbed my cock through my jeans. Holy fucking shit, Greg just left the building, enter Neanderthal man. Groaning and breathing like a two bit hooker on speed, I grind my cock against her hand. As if in a dream, I see Mom kneeling in front of me. Opening the buttons of my jeans, she pull my cock to blessed freedom.

"Baby, you are much so bigger than your father, I hope I can do this right." Mom worriedly said to me while looking at my cock, frowning.

Before I could assure her, she started nibbling on my balls and I nearly had lift off. It took some major concentration and bargaining with the devil, just to try and keep from blowing. Wow, my beautiful mother was actually sucking my cock. Flattening her tongue against my shaft, she licked till she reached the head and daintily nibbles some more, all the while looking at me. Playing around the head and sucking the glans, she pulls my aching balls. 

"Open your legs baby." Mom seductively ordered.

Sucking on her middle finger, she pops it out of her mouth and starts rimming my anus. Where the fuck did my proper Mother learn how to do that? I knew that I would not last very much longer and slowly start fucking her mouth. Taking my cock into her mouth, she sucks me completely down her throat, working her finger into my anus and start humming. Now I'm a sucker for deep throat, but man, the combination of all three techniques combined, had me shooting like a volcano. I tried to warn her but she just kept right on sucking, rimming and humming. She swallowed every last drop and my legs refused to hold me upright anymore, so I slowly sank down to my knees while adoring my angel of mercy.

Mom gives me a chaste kiss on the forehead, gets up and walks towards the door. Reaching for the door handle, she turns around.



"Sweetheart, please don't read too much into this, I just can't stand seeing my baby hurt. In future, please alleviate sexual frustrations yourself or find a nice girl. I'm off now, love you." And with a blown kiss and a saucy wink, she left me still drunkenly reeling.

I don't know how long I stayed on my knees, I actually should have spent the time wisely and prayed for deliverance, but no, not me. I just had the best blow job ever, and no, it is not because of the taboo nature of it. My Mother can suck! No fucking wonder my Dad follows her around like a lovesick puppy when he's at home. And another thing, she must be out of her fucking mind if she thinks that this will be our one and only encounter. I have cunnilingus to reciprocate and baby will I blow her mind. Time to start working on my strategy. Mission; Fuck Mom to death and beyond, just started.

Okay, so my strategy is not all that original, but walking around the house half naked and touching her all the time, had to work. Mom came home after Dad that night and I'm sure it was intentional. Not put off my game in the least, I start by hugging her and swirling my tongue in her ear, right in front of Dad. Don't get me wrong, I love my Father, but Mom is wasted on an old geezer like him and I am willing to share her, for now at least. Pushing me away, she goes into the kitchen to start dinner. Dad's watching a game on tv and I decide to go bug Mom. 

"Hey beautiful, need some help?"

"Greg, if you're serious about helping, you can start with the veggies. If you only want to annoy and harass me, bugger off!" Mom said with a straight face.

"Mom, of course I want to help, why would I offer if I'm not serious?"

"Well, okay then."

Taking the veggies to the centre island, I start peeling and chopping them to Mom's specifications. Starting to feel hot, I put plan B into effect.

"It sure is hot in here, how can you stand it Mom?" I ask while slowly peeling my shirt from my body.

How adorable she looks, mouth open, staring at my pecs and trying very hard not to drool. Stretching and flexing for effect, I, oh so, innocently turn to her and rub my chest.

"Something wrong Mom?"

"Uh.... Wh... uhm... no honey, just feeling the heat is all." She stuttered.

I just bet she feels the heat, the mating heat that is. Moving around the kitchen, I make a point of rubbing against her and accidentally touching her. Setting the table, I called Dad and yes, you guessed it, I park my ass right next to Mom. Nervously she sits down and moves further away from me and I, being the innocent little lamb that I am, move closer under the pretext of reaching for the food platters. Unless she wants to sit on Dad's lap while consuming her dinner, she has to stay put, try explaining that one to Dad. Ooh, I am so fucking evil, I practically ooze venom. 

Dad being fixated on his plate never notices my straying hand. Moving my hand over Mom's leg, I start pulling up her dress. I thought Mom was going to choke to death and proceeded to administer the Heimlich maneuver in my limited capacity as layman paramedic. Oh I knew that she wasn't really choking, but, when opportunity knocks, you invite that sucker inside and make him your best friend. Gripping Mom from behind, I grind my erection against her and push my hands into her chest, accidentally copping a feel. Dad is absolutely useless and just gape at my heroic saving of Mom. 

Having her breath returned Mom stops my award winning performance and sits down, assuring my Dad that she was alright. At least she now expects my very bad behavior and I can continue my assault on her senses. Once again I forge onward and stroke her thigh while slowly pulling up her dress. Wiggling on her chair only gains her a curious look from my Father, so she subsides. Silky soft flesh tantalizes my questing hand and I move closer to her honeyed richness. Dripping wet lace greet my fingers and I rub her through the rough fabric. Pulling the crotch to the side, I touch her dewy lips for the first time. My erection nearly burst through my levi's and I had to covertly adjust my cock with my other hand. Stroking and dipping, I reach her engorged clit and tug it to full erectness. Turning my hand, I rub her clit with my thumb and insert two fingers in her dripping pussy and slowly finger fuck her to almost bliss. When I feel her pussy contractions begin, I remove my hand and leave her on the edge, not giving her satisfaction. You see, this is part of the plan, drive her insane with want until she comes begging. Sucking my drenched fingers into my mouth, I taste her sweet cream while rubbing myself to a mind blowing, silent orgasm. She knew exactly what happened and stared longingly at me, wishing that it was her.

Helping Mom by carrying the dishes to the kitchen, she tries to evade me and Dad goes back to his game. As Mom enter the kitchen for the third time, I yank her into my arms and kiss her senseless.

"You drive me insane, woman. I can't stand not being able to touch you whenever I want to. I want to leave you hungry for more but I can't, I have to taste you." Dropping to my knees, I bunch her dress around her midriff and peel her lacey thong from her saturated pussy. I breathe deeply and gently kiss her bald crotch. Taking my thumbs, I pull her pussy lips apart and lick her entire pussy with my broad tongue. I can't not get enough of her addictive juices. I suck her clit and flutter my tongue against it, driving her to growling pleasure. Inserting two, then three fingers, I fuck, suck and lick her to screaming orgasm. Quickly standing up, I kiss her and go to my Dad, explaining that Mom just thought she saw a mouse. Chuckling, he turns off the tv and went to say goodnight to Mom. 




Sweet Seduction



Suddenly very nervous about facing Mom, I go to my suite of rooms. Undressing, I sprawl on my king size bed, silently bemoaning the fact that I have no-one to share it with. Tossing and turning, I mentally reach out to her to come and save me from myself, but fortune seem to be on strike and I wait in vain. Thinking about her beautiful face etched with lust and love had me reaching for my cock. How can a need/obsession paralyze me to this extent? 

Flipping over on my stomach, I push a pillow between my belly and aching cock, fantasizing that I am lying between her luscious legs. Rolling my hips, I simulate the act of mating. I can feel her tight juicy pussy gripping me inside her slippery channel. I strain to reach as deep as I could and I feel myself bottom out. Aaahhh... sweet oblivion, I fist my cock and start pumping furiously, racing my thoughts to completion, before I realize that she is not there with me. I explode, but a huge void open up inside of me. My orgasm relieves my immediate need but not the aching loss in my soul. I want to cry but can't. She hates me, I've driven her too far and now she is lost to me. I am still lying on my stomach and dry wracking sobs tear through my body. I know what I have to do now, but do I want to, of course not! Hoping that she is still awake, I put on a pair of boxers and go in search of my Achilles Heel. 

Once again I find her on the couch, not sleeping this time. Silent tears track down her angel face and I feel myself implode. I did that to her with my big fucking ego and macho attitude. Turning around, I decide to leave her to her heartbreak; I have caused enough havoc as it is.

"Greg, don't leave, please." My beautiful angel implores.

I just stand there with my back to her and pray to the gods to guide me in saying the right thing. Taking a leap of faith, I face my angel and walk towards her. Kneeling in front of her, I courageously face her, feeling what's left of my soul shatter. 

"Baby, I....."

"No Mom, please listen while I talk. I apologize for being such a prick. I can't express in words how deeply sorry I am for forcing myself on you. The only thing that I can say in my defense is that I totally adore you. You make me feel like a god when I'm with you and leave this big empty hole inside of me, when I'm away from you. You are the reason that I exist, not because you gave me life, but because you are my life. Every breath I take is worth nothing if it can't touch you when I exhale. Love is too small a word to describe the feelings I have for you. You consume me and I bask in that warmth to my eternal shame. I've come to tell you that I will be leaving shortly. The house and everything else is already in your name. I will disappear and leave you and Dad to live without my shameful presence." Choking back tears, I stand up, tenderly kissed her soft lips and go back to my rooms. 

"Baby....., please come back........, please don't leave me like this......., please, please please....." Mom cried.

I just kept on walking although every torturous step was a miracle in restraint. I force myself not to turn back while tears course down my face. I knew that if I looked back, my courage would fail and I would beg her to love me, any which way she saw fit. I started packing immediately, knowing I had to leave. Dressing in jeans, t-shirt and boots, I open my bedside drawer and take out the emerald ring I bought for the love of my life. Kissing the stone, I put it back in the box and leave it on the bedside table, knowing that she will find it. 

Taking my bag, I close the door and pray that I would not see Mom. I am not strong enough to leave her twice in one night. Getting on my bike, I soundlessly roll down the incline towards the gate. I know I did not want to see her before I left, but just one fleeting glimpse would have sustained me for years to come. Activating the remote, nothing happens. You have got to be shitting me, tonight of all nights; the remote decides to act up. Several tries and numerous curses later, I open the remote. WTF, no batteries? 

"Looking for this perhaps?" My beautiful Mother asks while holding a small object aloft.

"Would that be the battery by any chance?" I am so fucking doomed....

"Maybe. Why don't you come and find out." 

"Mom, please just give me the battery and go back inside the house." I desperately urge.

"Now why don't you want to come and get it, afraid of little old me?" Mom taunted.

"Fuck Mom, I just want to leave, okay. Just bring me the damn battery."

"Nah ah, you want it, you come and get it."

"Saints preserve me from hard headed women!" Swinging my leg over the bike, I bulldoze my way to her. "Now gimme, woman!"

"Say please baby, I raised you better than that."

Please just fucking kill me now. "Uhm.... Please?"

Pulling back her arm, Mom let fly with the battery and it lands on the other side of the sixteen ft, burglar proof fence. Right, two can play this game. Stomping my way to the house, Mom stands there with a serene expression on her face. Collecting all the remotes, I make my way to the gate. Trying all seven other remotes, none of them work. Looking questioningly at my Mother, she just nods in the direction of the gate.

"You have got to be kidding me. All eight of them?" I disbelievingly ask her.

"Yep, I believe the word that comes to mind is genius." Mom gloats

"Not my choice exactly and why did you do that for?" I holler

"Why, to keep you from leaving, of course, baby."

"Mom, we talked about this."

"No baby, you talked and I listened. Now it's my turn to talk, you dig?" 

Somehow between yesterday and now my sweet Mother was abducted and exchanged with this sassy witch. 

"Since when do you do use slang?"

"My choice of words is not the issue here, yours are."

"Mom, please just get to the point, I have to leave."

"Since when do you talk to me that way, baby? You might have already left me in your heart but I will always be your mother."

"Aw Mom, I'm sorry. I just want to leave before I do something really stupid, I can't trust myself right now." I earnestly say to her while restraining myself from touching her.

"You mean something stupid like kissing or touching me?"Mom asks while sexily walking towards me.

"Uhm... yeah, something like that...."

"And if I want you to kiss and touch me? If I ask you to make love to me right now, would you?" Walking around me, she hugs me from behind and sensuously rubs my chest. Man oh fucking man, there I go again. Cock rock hard and libido raging, when will this torture ever end?

"Uh Mom, I don't think you should be touching me right now. I am trying really hard to stay in control here."

"But I don't want you to stay in control baby; I want you rabid with lust for me." 

Peeling her arms from me was the hardest thing I ever had to do. Moving away from her, I try to rein my emotions in check. Turning towards her, I see the most beautiful sight. My angel was topless and well on her way to get rid of her shorts and thong. I couldn't move. Naked, she touches her erect nipples and moan. Slowly caressing her way to her pussy and my imminent heart attack, she smiles at me.

"Darling, I don't want you to go. I want you to stay here with me, love me, cry with me, fuck me and wake up with me, in that order. I love your father and he will always be a part of our lives, but I can't live a half life anymore." All this said while stroking her pussy, my fantasy just came to life.

"We will talk to your father tomorrow. We haven't been sleeping together for years and basically stayed together for convenience sake. I still love him and I'm sure he still does me, but I need more. So much more.... Ooh sweetheart, I need to feel your hands on me. Come to me, come make me complete." 

Disbelief, love, lust and hunger slowly enveloped my being. With purposeful strides, I approached my angel, while yanking my t-shirt from my body. Sinking to my knees in front of her, I worship her beauty and embrace her welcoming body. Nuzzling her warmth, I try to breathe past the knot in my throat. Feeling some semblance of control return, I stand up and pull her into my shaking arms. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back and hoarsely cry out to the heavens: 

"I love you, Mother mine." 

Snaking her legs and arms around me, she melts into me. Striding to the pool house, I gently lay her down on the day bed. Slowly unbuttoning my straining jeans, I devour her naked perfection.

"Touch yourself, love, show me that beautiful pussy." I ask her while stroking my rigid cock. 

"Yes sweetheart, suck your nipple and fuck yourself, do it for me." I whisper.

Walking around to her head, I offer her my cock and crawl over her to suck her honeyed juices. 

"Baby, fuck my throat, I want you deep inside." Mom pleads.

Slowly sinking my cock into her mouth, I feel my shaft go down her throat, over and over. My tongue drives deep into her pussy and I try and suck her essence into my hungry mouth. Ravenous and mindless, I can't stand the torture anymore; I have to brand her as mine. Pulling my cock from her throat, she desperately tries to keep me inside.

"Nooo baby, don't stop, I need your cum in my mouth." Mom cried.

Pulling her into my embrace, I position her on my lap. Mindlessly kissing her, I drag her pussy lips over my cock, not entering her yet. 

"Baby, please fuck me, I need your cock inside of me, please, please, please...."

Moving her back a bit, I tease her clit with my engorged head. 

"Look at me angel." I whisper and enter her.

"Mmm... sweetheart, you are so tight. Am I hurting you?"

"Nuh uh..... Just keep on fucking me, don't ever stop.

Rolling us over, I pull her tight against me, keeping her head still and our eyes welded together, I slowly roll, pump and grind my cock into her. Feeling her legs go around me, she pleads with me to fuck her hard and deep. Pulling out of her, I slide my cock over her pussy lips and clit, driving her insane.

"Greg, FUCK, ME, NOW!" She screams.

Keeping her in my tight embrace, I plunge into her and fuck her senseless. Her inner muscles grip me tighter and her scream drives me over the edge. I feel my explosion and continue to fuck my cum into her pussy, not taking my eyes off her watery emerald eyes.

"You are my heart; woman and we belong to each other. Never, for all eternity and beyond, will I let you go."

"I love you baby, now and forever....



Sweet Seduction



Frank Duran was a bit drunk and very horny. He just hadn't realized it yet. His 19-year old daughter, Sherry, was the cause of both conditions. She had been topping his glass non-stop with champagne since before dinner, under the excuse of celebrating the start of her summer break from college. Sherry's mom, Mary, was away on a weekend trip with her girlfriends, thus giving Sherry free reign of the house and its other clueless occupant, her dad. 

Frank's horny condition was due to a carefully staged seduction campaign that Sherry started early this week. She'd known that her dad was a man with healthy sexual appetite; she'd heard him pleasuring her mom often enough through the thin walls separating their bedrooms. The sound of his muffled guttural groan was erotic music to her ears. Sherry had lost count how many times she masturbated with her dad's image and his voice in her mind. The moment her mom announced her girls' weekend trip, she realized the golden opportunity she presented her. Finally, years of lusting after her daddy and comparing him to those doltish boys she bedded would come to an end. It was time to act on her lust and make it a reality. She wet her lips with anticipation.

Frank paced back and forth in his living room restlessly, clearly at a loss with the uncomfortable condition he's in. He was a handsome man: tall, lean, with a full head of thick dark hair, and at 43 years old, was still in his prime. He vaguely realized that he was pleasantly high from the alcohol, and the restless feeling he'd had all day became more and more insistent. He sighed and stopped next to Sherry's chair, then touched her shoulder lightly. The heat of his palm on her shoulder traveled through her body straight down to her pussy, it quivered with excitement.

"Is something wrong, dad?" Sherry looked up innocently with a soft smile.

"Nothing, honey, I just wished your mom was here," he responded distractedly.

Sherry was seized suddenly with a sense of jealousy so strong; in anger she put down her glass on the side table with a loud 'thunk!, more forcefully than necessary. She sat straighter; thrusting her firm breasts forward, her nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. I'd show you how to forget mom! Sherry thought angrily.

The sound of Sherry's glass hitting the table brought Frank's gaze down to his daughter. He looked down dazedly at the view Sherry's low cut t-shirt presented him. He couldn't take his eyes off her cleavage and the expanse of creamy white skin of her daughter's breasts. For the first time that evening, he noticed her daughter's erect nipples. Goodness, her nipples seemed to react to his stare by growing longer and harder every second he stood there staring. He looked at Sherry and looked away quickly when she caught him staring. She smiled and tugged gently at his hand that was still touching her shoulder.

"You seem restless tonight, dad. Why don't you sit here and let me soothe you?" Sherry suggested and got up from her seat, then promptly maneuvered her dad to sit down on the leather recliner chair.

"My head hurts, and I think I've had too much champagne," he mumbled. Sherry smirked at that and quickly made small soothing sound.

"Poor daddy, would you like me to give you a massage? You know that always soothes your nerves," She offered a bit too helpfully.

"Would you do that for your old man, baby?"

"Don't be silly, dad. You're not that old and of course I would. I love you and want nothing more than to make you happy. You know that, don't you?" She flashed him her big innocent smile that never failed to melt his heart. 

He nodded and then sprawled loosely on his chair, giving her full access to his body. His position made his cock stood prominently in front of him; it twitched at the prospect of being touched by his daughter's capable hands. Dimly his mind warned him against feeling too excited about the prospect, but he was too drunk to pay much attention to that warning. His blood hummed with anticipation and he relaxed his body further into the chair.

Sherry picked up the massage oil she had prepared earlier and placed nearby just for the occasion. It's a good thing her daddy was wearing his boxer shorts, less clothes in the way, she thought. She poured oil on her left palm and rubbed her palms together to warm it, then lifted her dad's legs and put them on her thighs for better grip. She started stroking the arch of his feet with her thumbs: a slow and steady caress, back and forth, back and forth. Frank's cock swelled even more at her touch, she could see it clearly through his boxer shorts. Her pussy clenched in response, hot creamy liquid welled in her underwear and she squirmed. She looked at her dad and smiled at the expression of pure bliss on his face. Not too much bliss yet, she thought mischievously. She slowed her thumbs' movement considerably until her dad's eyes opened reluctantly.

"Why did you stop, baby? Keep moving and do my upper legs too while you're at it," Frank ordered impatiently.

"Sorry, dad, I thought you fell asleep," Sherry ducked her head to hide her smile.

"I'm trying to, but the damn air is too still and I'm too hot to fall asleep," he muttered to himself but loud enough for Sherry to hear it.

Sherry quickly moved her fingers' movement up to Frank's muscled calves. She rubbed his calves with gentle force, soothing every jumpy nerve she encountered. Her heart was thumping wildly and her whole body felt so charged with electrifying need and quiet anticipation. Slowly, her fingers crept up to his knees, and then his thighs. He sighed when she poured more oil on his thighs. Her strong fingers smeared the oil all over his thighs, she stroked and kneaded them thoroughly but made sure her fingers went no higher than the edge of his boxer shorts. 

Frank's muscles vibrated under Sherry's fingers, his cock thickened eagerly and lengthened more, straining the flimsy boxer fabric taut, and wetting the middle area with its pre-cum juice. Sherry bit her lips to swallow her whimper of arousal and put more force in her massage to keep her fingers from grabbing that magnificent cock. Silently she promised his cock to soon give it what it wanted so badly. An impatient sound came out from Frank's throat as if he heard her silent promise, his right hand hovered above his cock, clearly wanted to give it a hard tug but his weaken alertness was still strong enough to stop his hand's intention. His face flushed and his breath quickened. He put his hand down and opened his eyes to look at his daughter's equally flushed face in slow consideration. Sherry licked her lips nervously and Frank's eyes flared at the sight of her pointy little tongue that darted in and out of her lips so quickly. 

"I'm sorry, daddy, you seem upset with me. I wasn't doing it right, was I? Perhaps this was a stupid idea in the first place,"

Sherry pulled her hands from her daddy's thighs and pretended to rise from her position on the floor. Frank's hands quickly grabbed her from leaving him. Sherry lifted her face to look at Frank. His gaze uncertain and confused, clouded with alcohol.

"Don't leave me, baby. It's just... daddy needs something done so badly right now and I don't feel right asking your help with this,"

"What is it it? Tell me, I'll do it. I'll do anything for you," Sherry said with unfeigned eagerness. 

Frank looked down at his crotch and looked back up helplessly, unable to say the words, but silently begging her to touch him down there. Sherry waited a few seconds more and let him stewed with his indecision, and finally took pity on him and put one hand on his cock through the boxer's fabric. He groaned then, his self control slipping rapidly, and finally he nodded jerkily to her, and with that, she tugged the band of his boxer shorts down and freed his cock. 

Her breath caught at the sight of his big cock: it stood tall and proud, clearly relieved to be finally free, it was thick and hot in her hands; drops of pre-cum weeping from its slit. It was the most glorious sight she's ever seen. A new rush of creamy liquid shot from her pussy and her nipples tightened, they were so hard they actually ached with need. Sherry tugged the band lower to free his balls and Frank lifted his hips up to help her. 

As soon as she got rid of his boxers, she cupped his balls with awe. They were really hot and heavy. She gave his balls a gentle massage with her fingers for a few minutes, and then gave each of them a hard tug that Frank seemed to like, judging from his groan of pleasure. Then she moved her right hand to her daddy's waiting cock. Her fingers twisted swiftly up and down, as if she were twisting a bottle's cap, while her other hand kept on massaging his balls on her palm, warming his reservoir of potent seed. A lightning heat of intense pleasure made Frank jerked his hips up uncontrollably, his whole body hummed with increasing hunger from his daughter's expert touch. 

She smeared the clear liquid from his pre-cum generously all over his knob-like cock head with her thumb, then increased the pressure of her hand on his cock, and pumped steadily up and down. She put 2 fingers from her other hand to put extra pressure on a sensitive spot where his cock's root met his balls and rubbed the spot hard, his cock tightened more in approval. Sherry noticed her daddy's hands fisted tightly by his side, his eyes squeezed shut, and soft moans came out of his mouth without thought. Hmm, it looked like her daddy was approaching his peak fast, and she didn't want her daddy to finish without her, that would not do, she thought. 

She slowed her movement gradually, until Frank took notice and opened his eyes. They were glazed with lust and desire, Sherry observed with deep satisfaction.

"I can make you feel better, daddy, but you have to take me with you all the way," she suggested in soft whisper. Come on! Listen to your body! She silently urged him with her slow caress on his cock.

Frank groaned in frustration, "I can't let you do that, sweetie, you're my only baby!" he said defensively, to himself maybe?

"I love you, daddy. Touching you makes me happy too, you know. Look at me, daddy, look at these!" she pulled her t-shirt up and tossed it aside, showing her breasts and rock hard nipples. They bounced lightly from her arms' movement when she threw her top across the room.

"Do you think they will be this hard if I don't enjoy this too?" She squeezed her breasts and tugged at her nipples for good measure, then pinched them gently with her thumbs and index fingers. Frank's mouth watered at the sight in front of him but his lips still formed a stubborn line. 

Time to up the ante, Sherry thought. She pulled her shorts down and her daddy's eyes widened to see her shaved pussy. She looked at her dad and held his gaze, silently dared him to stop her. She dipped her middle finger inside her soaked pussy, twirled it around to coat it with her slick juices, and then lifted it up in front of her daddy's face for him to admire.

"Look how wet you've made me, daddy. All my juices, they're for you, daddy, only you," She then put that finger in her mouth and her tongue darted out to lick her finger, and she closed her lips around the finger and began to suck gently. By then Frank's face has turned white, his breathing has become hard and labored; the knowledge that his daughter wanted him, his pussy wet with desire for him, made his pupils dilated with lust and his cock thickened painfully in response.

"Sherry baby, I can't, we can't ...." Frank pleaded with his daughter helplessly. He stared hungrily at the sight in front of him, but he's still not willing to go to that point of no return. His conscience whispered weakly that what he was doing was wrong. That he should stop right then and there and sent his beautiful daughter away to her room.

"We certainly can, daddy. I want you; I've always wanted you since I was a young teenager. You've never denied me anything in my whole life, daddy. Please say yes now and make your baby happy?" She pleaded with Frank softly.

She would not be thwarted this time, after days of planning, years of longing, she must have him! Then Sherry pulled out the one weapon that never failed to melt her daddy's heart: she willed her eyes to become misty with unshed tears, her lashes trembled softly, her lips sad, and she let one tear rolled down her cheek. Frank's control snapped then, and with a loud groan of complete surrender he scooped Sherry into his arms.

"Don't cry baby, don't cry, I'm yours, always yours, don't cry," he tried to soothe her frantically and Sherry hugged his neck with relief.

His mouth sought hers automatically and she opened her lips hungrily to welcome his kiss. She pulled her daddy's t-shirt up and they had to stop kissing for the second it took to pull the t-shirt over his head. She threw is across the room and went back to kiss her daddy hungrily. Yes, yes, yes! She crowed silently in triumph. Frank gasped when his daughter's tongue touched his and with a wolfish growl deepened his kiss aggressively. He sucked her lower lip gently that drew a mewling sound from her throat. He licked her chin, her neck, nipped her gently on her shoulder, while his hands touched her all over.

Without warning he slipped two fingers into her pussy, and her hips bucked automatically towards him to pull him in more deeply. Red hot lust engulfed both of them and he slipped another finger inside. He was immediately rewarded with a gush of creamy liquid soaking his hand. He ducked his head down to capture her rock hard berry.

Sherry flung her head back in pleasure. Her dad made a soft sucking sound with his mouth on her nipples; he grazed his teeth on them, one after the other. A pleasure so intense spreaded all over her body. Nothing existed in her world at that moment but her dad, kissing her, sucking her, penetrating her with his fingers. Oh, how she loved him.

Frank pushed his fingers in and out of her pussy with a steady stroke, and he used his thumb to rub his daughter's clit at the same time. His cock quivered under her rosy ass cheeks impatiently, demanding their attention, but Frank ignored it for he was determined to see his daughter's expression when she came with his fingers. He wanted so badly to please her daughter as much as she pleased him.

Sherry ground her pussy hard on Frank's fingers, her eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly; her hands held onto his broad shoulders for support. She was close, she could feel it, her pussy grabbed and pulled at her daddy's fingers greedily. "Not without you, daddy," she said breathlessly but unable to stop her grinding motion for it felt so good. 

Frank made a shushing noise to silence her, and crooned softly: "that's it baby, you're getting closer, come for me baby, come for daddy," His thumb rubbed her clit rapidly, faster and faster it went, practically flying with its speed. He could feel his daughter's resistance, and he knew he had to do something to end this tug of war and took control. Suddenly he bent his fingers like a thick hook inside her pussy, and pressed her swollen clit between his thumb and the side of his fingers, pinched her roughly, and shoved deeply. 

"Now!" he ordered, and she shattered in a million pieces instantly, while Frank held her and watched her.

Sherry was still quivering from traces of her orgasm when she felt her body being lifted off her dad's lap. She cried out in dismay when her daddy's hand left her pussy, her hand made a grabbing motion as if silently begging him to touch her there again.  

Frank kissed his daughter deeply to somewhat appease her. His own body trembled with uncontrollable need but he went on carrying his daughter's body quickly to the living room wall, and then propped her there. His daughter's legs were like rubber and she was barely able to stand. He lifted his daughter's legs and placed them around his waist. With grim determination, he grabbed his rut-fattened shaft and shoved it into her in one swift stroke and they both cried out in unison. His daughter's hands automatically held onto his hard shoulders for support. He almost took her completely with that one stroke, she was lucky it didn't hurt thanks to her thoroughly soaked pussy.

"Oh honey, you are so tight, so perfect, so wet," Frank crooned to her softly; his dark hair falling forward as he dipped down to kiss her deeply with his tongue. 

Frank loved making love against the wall, the position granted him better control to the woman's body, allowed him deeper access, and he could shove harder with the wall as their support. As if his daughter knew his kinky secret, her pussy that had just come so hard not a few seconds ago was now burning again with heated anticipation. Frank groaned at the marvelous heat surrounding his cock then set his knees and shoved again, and again, and when the third try finally buried his cock deeply to his root, he grunted with satisfaction. He nudged his hips back and forth to settle comfortably in his daughter's pussy. It felt so good to be inside her tight tunnel that Frank couldn't help but wonder why he hesitated so much earlier. He was glad his daughter was her usual persistent bossy self. He grinned with amusement, he might be drunk, but halfway through her seduction, he had taken control over and made her the seduced, she just didn't know it yet.

He could feel his daughter's pussy began pulling at his cock frantically, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. All musing fled his mind in a blink and Frank began to move, gripping his daughter's ass tightly for better aim; his thrust steady and strong. He shifted his daughter a little bit for a better angle. His daughter apparently liked the new angle, because she sighed with pleasure as her clit rubbed against his pubic bone every time he slammed his cock in. And slammed it in he did, again, and again, each time faster and harder. He heard his daughter's moan rose from her throat, deep and guttural, and he couldn't help but answer with his own. He could feel his daughter's nails scratching his back restlessly; he would have scratches all over his back after this was done, but he didn't care. All he cared about was his daughter's cunt gripping his cock tightly like a blood pressure cuff. Each pump from him drew a tighter grip from her cunt.

"Harder daddy, ram your thick cock in my cunt harder," Sherry begged shamelessly. Her daddy grunted and pulled her hips closer to him, tilted her upper body slightly towards the wall. He rammed her harder to comply; each thrust brought her closer to her peak. She could hear the slapping noise of flesh meeting flesh from their joined bodies. She closed her eyes to concentrate fully on nothing but the feel of his cock inside her. Oh, it felt unbelievably good to feel her daddy's thick cock slid in and out of her pussy.

Once more, a rush of creamy juice washed over her daddy's churning cock. Her sleek, tight, folds welcomed his thick cock happily. She could smell the scent of sex rose swiftly from their joined bodies to her nostrils, and floated up to cloak the rest of the living room with its heady scent. The burning sensation in her pussy grew stronger and stronger. She met her daddy's thrust with equal force and tightened her legs around her daddy's hips, her heels digging in his ass cheeks to shove his cock back into her violently. She couldn't get enough of this incredible pleasure, the friction between her swollen clit and her daddy's coarse pubic hair created an intense sensation in her pussy that rose and rose.

"That's it baby, thrust with me, give it to me again," Frank whispered between panted breaths in his daughter's delicate ear, his tongue darted out quickly to lick her earlobe and bit her there.

Sherry shuddered and shook with need. She could feel nothing but her daddy's thick cock pumping into her, again and again with his increasingly hard stroke. Her daddy's grip moved up to the side of her hips, his big hands held her solidly. His thumbs reached over from her hips to her swollen clit and began to crisscross against it: up and down, faster and faster, his hard callused skin adding incredible friction on her clit. Her whole body tightened and her clit swelled even more. She rose to meet her daddy's thrust harder and harder, the slapping sound became louder, and this impossible sensation kept on rising and rising, very close but still out of reach, until she sobbed uncontrollably with need. 




Sweet Seduction



Finally, with one hard squeeze on her swollen clit, Frank ordered: "Now!" and she came, loudly, violently, and completely. Her teeth sunk heavily on his shoulder. It would probably hurt later but Frank could hardly feel it for he soon followed close with his own orgasmic cry, as loudly and violently as his daughter's. His hips couldn't stop moving while he shot spumes after spumes of hot seed inside his daughter's womb. Belatedly he realized that he should have pulled out since he didn't wear any protection, but his daughter's pussy was clutching his cock so tightly like an iron claw, he couldn't have pulled out even if he wanted to. Not that he'd want to pull out anyway; it felt so good being inside her, especially when she's milking him like this, pulling at him, squeezing every drop of his seed out of his balls without mercy, while she sobbed with pleasure and satisfied need.

Frank slowly and carefully moved back to his chair. He put his daughter's head on his shoulder like he always did countless times before and hugged her tight. His cock still buried to the hilt in his daughter's pussy, he could still feel her pussy clenching and unclenching his cock, as if she loathed to let go. He had come so hard he was still shooting remnants of his seed even then. He could feel his seed overflowed from her pussy, it trickled down her inner thigh and fell on his thigh. The chair would be wet soon but he didn't care. His daughter had unexpectedly awakened something in him that had probably been there all along. He loved his daughter, like a father and like a lover. He just made her his, whether she realized it or not, and she would be his for as long as he lived.

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Author's note:

Thanks for reading my story and I hope you enjoy it. This is my 2nd story so I would welcome any feedback from all of you.