0 comments/ 9956 views/ 2 favorites Tension By: PoignantPassion He was there. A flush of warmth spread over her face and upper body as she smiled and handed her coat to the clerk at the front. She took a deep breath and tried to maintain a nonchalant walk as she headed into the room and glanced around for the bar, yet she couldn't help feeling that she looked stiff and well, nervous. Making it to the bar was a challenge of winding through people, but a drink was crucial at the moment, something to do with her hands. She took the drink and turned, looking for a free spot to stand and peruse the crowd. Despite trying to be thorough and look over the entire room, her gaze immediately swept to the left, where she had seen him upon entering. Her glance landed on his own eyes, looking back at her, and she jerked her eyes away, the flush growing anew. She shifted on her feet and taking a sip of the cocktail, slipped a peek over the rim again. He was still looking at her and this time he smiled, obviously completely ignoring the talk of the gentleman next to him, before he turned to him, offered an excuse and started to walk across the room to her. She swallowed and waited. They smiled at one another when he came close. A shaky "hello" left her lips and other cordial meaningless talk followed. It was their third meeting, nothing momental at each, but enough to keep her awake each night following, images of more intimate encounters occupying her brain. An announcement was made that the dinner would be served. They smiled at each other, he indicating her to walk forward, and she felt another jolt of heat as his fingers rested against her bare back, guiding her to the dining room. She sat next to him. So much for eating at this meal. She picked at the food, not tasting anything, the smell of him next to her intoxicating. His knee kept bumping against her thigh until finally, he let it rest there against her. She shifted her legs, ever aware of the heat rising along her thighs at him touching her. Her whole body tingled. Resting his elbows on the table, he turned and leaned in close to speak with her. The room was a little loud, but she could have easily heard without him leaning in. She noticed the frequent glance to her lips and maybe a flicker lower. It renewed her interest in her food as she lingered over an item of food at her mouth, hoping to draw his eyes again, and she did. He stopped talking and smiled and watched her eat. Someone rose to speak and the two of them had to look to the speaker, but a large warm hand had lowered beneath the table and rested on his own thigh, the back of the hand brushing her leg. She shifted again in the seat and his hand moved to rest over her knee. Her lips parted and she looked up to the ceiling, trying madly to control her breath. She felt as if every inch of his body were touching hers, enveloping hers, smothering her – but it was only his palm resting lightly on her knee. And he moved it. He caressed her knee at the edge of her dress, the fingers slipping just beneath the material to touch more of her thigh. She slipped her own hand down to run along the top of his wrist, over the top of his hand, tracing each vein that stood out from his hand, finally gliding between his fingers and urging his hand a little further up her thigh. Suddenly the woman sitting next to her spoke to her and made her jump in her seat, jerking her hand away. She nervously turned to the woman, wondering whatever could she want. She felt the hand leave her thigh and she sighed audibly. The chattering woman paused to ask if she was feeling well. She shook her head and excused herself, standing on shaky legs to scoot herself from the table, not daring to even glance in his direction. She walked as if chased to the ladies room. She looked in the mirror and laughed out loud at the flushed face. She fanned herself, going into the restroom stall, she sat on the toilet and wiped at her damp thighs, letting her cooled fingers rest against the crotch of her panties and slip just inside to cool the fiery heat there. She moaned at the cool pressure of her fingers and let them linger, cooling her and teasing her at once. She shook her head, got up and returned to the mirror, staring hard at herself as if to scold. Get a hold of yourself. She left the restroom, walking more firmly, confident again and was rounding the corner with a smile when she saw him across the hall, just leaning against the wall watching her walk towards him. There wasn't a smile now. His look was serious, intent. She moved close to him and his hand slid again to her back, exposed by the dress, and he leaned in closer, their thighs touching. He tilted his head and brushed his lips against hers, the jolt going through her making her lean into him weakly, her hands resting against his broad chest as she felt a flick of his tongue in her mouth and she responded heavily. Voices carried from around the corridor. He looked up and around him and taking her hand, led her down the hall. He tried a door, opened it and pulled her in. She had to stand very close to him, the supply closet they had entered overfull and only allowing a small spot against the wall. She rested her hot back against the cool wall and watched him as he moved in close to her and plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, his hands immediately moving to her thighs and up her dress, gripping her behind and yanking her hard against him. She let out a little groan as she felt his erection against her stomach, throwing her head back as his mouth moved to her throat, giving languid sucking kisses. A fumbling of hands began, he pushing at her panties, freeing them from her thighs and trying to edge them on down her legs, her hands at his belt, undoing it madly and unzipping, hungrily reaching in and grasping his cock between her fingers. She was trembling, aching at her center as she stepped from her panties. He pulled up one of her thighs to his side and moved in closer between her legs and she felt the tip of his cock reaching, searching, and finally pushing up inside her. She cried out, his mouth covering hers as he shifted in further between her legs, wrapping both of them around his waist as he thrust up with his hips. She held on as she was bumped repeatedly against the back wall, her heels reaching behind him to try to rest on the counter there, sometimes catching it, but being knocked off again as he thrust up into her over and over, a hard grunt coming from him with each forward motion. Her hands went to his behind, feeling the clutch of his muscles as he shoved up into her. She felt her inner muscles tightening on him, trying to grasp him as he moved quickly, her eyes glazed over as her breath caught, feeling the mounting rise of pressure build and build until she wailed out a cry and dug her nails into his shoulders, nearly climbing up the wall ahead of him, shaking with a wild orgasm. He pushed her closer, tighter into the wall as the jerks of his hips became more erratic. Her shoulders were banging now into the wall, she made much more aware of the pain as her orgasm subsided and then she felt him shudder violently, jerking and emptying into her, burying his face in her neck. Their hard breaths seemed amplified by the silence of the room. He gently let her legs fall as he let his cock slip from inside her. Her knees started to buckle and she half squatted against the wall in weakness, feeling a wetness seep from between her thighs. Tension As I eagerly stroked my throbbing dick I started to forget why I was so upset. My eyes began to shut as I took one last glimpse at your unmoved stare and forgot the path that brought us here. That path started with you brushing your teeth and complaining about Stan, the idiot in accounting. For 6 months your role as the CFO for this small, but heavily bankrolled startup occupied every ounce of your presence. Stan in Accounting, Erica in IT, Fin in Design, Gennie in Operations. They all wanted a check to validate their existence and you wrote the checks. At first I tried to follow the politics of it all, but my own world as a writer kept me on other people's puppet strings. A meeting in Dallas, a party in Berlin, an interview in Toronto. All good, but my focus was watered down. So I'd try to visualize the bouts between Gennie & Stan so I could help wrestle the politics of the situation with you, but I'd miss too many episodes to try figure out each plot twist. Plot twist that you were always ten steps ahead of. So I'd simply enjoy watching your chocolate ass shake as you tried to explain yesterday's near implosion over the toothpaste and running water. And for the first few months we were okay. I'd laugh while you griped about your situation and you would raise an 'I told you so' eyebrow when I complained about my schedule. But we always knew that the mental duress our brains were under could be eased by a tickle here, a rub there, and happy endings for both us would ease the tension enough for us to energize our batteries. We always found a way to slow down the outside world by caressing our inner one. That's just we kept each other ready for battle. Then we moved to San Francisco. We never thought that the change of scenery from Atlanta would bring much of a wrinkle considering we'd uprooted our lives twice before without a hitch. Yet somehow every little facet about our new life had a small crack that was quietly having an effect on the next facet. Going from two cars to one made sense, but it threw us off. Grocery shopping on the weekend threw off our meal planning. Doing our laundry in the basement instead of the top floor was somehow catastrophic. Every little alteration in our fabric was another stitch ready to unravel. You'd think a move from DC to Barcelona or Barcelona to Atlanta would have caused us more headaches than these shifts in lifestyle. Yet we ran through those hurdles without lifting our head up. This was different. And we knew it. So we lost our rhythm. My meetings would run a day over in Detroit and conference would start a day early in Austin. My lunch plans would be open but your quarterly audit would be worse than expected. My revisions would get edited the night your office party would be the toast of the Bay. So our toothpaste conversations wouldn't lead to a tickle or a rub or a happy ending. Just inaudible static that we would let pass, simply worried about our individual toils. And so came the descent. Without having a tactical partner to diagram success we each found trouble at work. And trouble at work meant more work. And more work meant less time to diagram success. So more trouble. And less tickles, rubs, and happy endings. Now when we shared time together there was tension. There was silence. Not the kind you get when you've grown apart. The kind you get when you're closer than you think. Without our minds or bodies working together we were both in personal tailspins. For 2 months we only discussed meaningless bullshit. I stopped hearing about Stan & Erica. I didn't care. You didn't hear about Athens. You didn't care. Your team was starting to write their own checks and my writing was stale and contrived. Until you ate my salad. That salad was leftover from last night's meeting at the museum and it was going to see me through that days lunch. But when I came home from my run I saw it was missing. Sure, there were a dozen other edible items that would have been more satisfying than that salad. But I was planning on having that salad. You should have known that. You would have known that. I send you a sarcastic text about taking my salad. Ten minutes go by. No response. Now I'm heated that you have taken my salad AND are too busy to given at least a half-ass apology. So now I'm going to get my salad. Already sweaty from my run, I add on another layer of sweat as I run to your building. The security guard passes me through and the elevator music starts to calm me. But five floors of "Don't Worry, Be Happy" must have been three stories too short. Off the elevator I realize I'm lost. The staff has grown double and I only recognize the old receptionist who appears to be in an office. "She's in the back, corner office," Gennise De La Ricoles, Director of Operations points out. I may have said thanks but I'm not sure. I wanted my salad. In that long walk down the hallway I noticed that all of the tempered glass offices were getting new treatments. The purple and blue logo was being replaced by a new shiny red one. But they weren't green so they weren't my damn salad. When I turned the corner to your office, your assistant said you'd need a minute. He probably recognized me from the photo on your desk from us in Vegas. The one where we had too much wine and not enough sense. I was just about to sit down when I saw the silhouette of you putting your feet up and reaching for a small box. My fucking salad. Without hesitation I walk in as Mitch - I assume that's his name - tries to stop me and then warn you. "He's fine," you tell him. "What's up? Is the marathon today?" "You took my salad," I point out, starting to realize that all of this for a salad is a bit much. "Okay..." you pause. "I told you I was taking it this morning." The office door clicked as Mitch completed his 'I'm not needed here so I'll just let myself out' closing of the door. You're sitting along the window about open the box when you notice my attitude. "Do you want this salad? That you gave me? Really?" "Yes. Yes, I do?" I question. "Okay. Strip!" You exclaim with a self-assured easiness that I hadn't seen in months. "Excuse me..." I respond clearly. "I said strip, bitch," you nod as a joke to our more relaxed days. "Here?" I ask, forgetting about the salad altogether. "In your office?" "Yes. Here. I've just completed the sale of this thorn in my side and my share is $28 million. So if you want any of this salad or any future salads, I suggest you get to strippin'," you explain without a smile. "Bitch." "Wow. Congratulations!" I start. "Maybe you didn't hear me. I've spent the last 6 months telling fools that don't listen what they should do in order to enjoy this moment. Those that listened are about to enjoy themselves. Those that didn't, won't. I just need people to fucking listen. Now strip," you finish. Ordinarily I would have looked around for some sort of sign from the real world that this was unreasonable. I was standing in the middle of an office building being told to undress. I wanted to look out the window to the building across the parking lot to see who was watching. I wanted to look at the tempered windows of the office to make sure I couldn't see out, so no one could see in. But I didn't take my eyes off of your eyes. You weren't smiling. You weren't budging. You just wanted someone to listen. So I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my shorts. You just stared at me staring at you. Then I took off my shirt and tossed it to the floor. I could feel my dick getting stiff in my underwear. We just stood there staring at each other for 2 minutes. Then I pulled down my briefs, never breaking eye contact. I wasn't sure, but could here movement just outside of your office. You sat up straight in your chair and I walked closer. You looked up at me and then placed your hand on my thigh. Instinctively I grabbed my dick and started stroking it. I stroked it while I stared into your eyes, and you into mine. You never broke your stare. Never smiled. Never moved. But I could feel the light in the room dimming from the bodies lined up outside of your office. I could feel every wrinkle in our relationship being settled with every stroke of my growing erection. I knew that every time I felt the precum on the tip my dick that I was going to find a relaxation that has avoided me for months. Then, without breaking eye contact, you licked your lips and spit on my dick. It was raw and cleansing. And I stroked harder. Faster. I could feel the frustration begin to buckle my knees as I continued to pull all of our ills from within. And as I began to forget about what I had made me so upset, my eyes started to lose connection with yours. Just as my eyelids began to close I saw your eyes look down and your lips begin to part. Ten more strokes with only your hand touching my thigh and I erupted, seeing a rainbow of colors behind my eyelids. I trembled with ease with only your hand to give me a sense of physical direction. My body was released of a tightness that I didn't know was there until it was gone. I was between some other world and your office, until you called me back. Not by calling my name, but by the unforgettable tone of a swallow. My eyes immediately opened wider than they've ever opened before. You were still staring at my dick and I nearly collapsed. You slowly pushed my thigh back so I could stand on my own and awaken from the trance. That's when I noticed the room get brighter from the bodies removing themselves from the perimeter of your office. I slowly stepped back while I recovered from the physical act itself. I never recover from each swallow. "Now get dressed while I enjoy my salad," you tell me, never breaking a smile. "I'll see you at home, babe. I have a couple of other things I need you to do after I quit." Tension Release Me and my sexy little girlfriend were Florida bound so we could hop on our cruise ship and sail off into the sunset. We'd decided to leave a day early and stay in a hotel so we would be refreshed and ready instead of wasting the first day out on the water recovering from the miserable drive. We were about three fourths of the way through the trip when we stopped to get some gas and lunch in a little strip mall area just off the interstate. The trip was going smoothly, no traffic or car troubles; that was until I stepped out to fill us up. My lower back instantly seized up and it felt as if a bolt of lightning shot from the base of my spine down my ass and over my left hamstring. I hobbled to the pump, paid for the gas and made my way back to the car as the pain increased, screaming down my back and leg now. As I eased my way into the car my girlfriend gave me a look of concern. She truly is stunning at 5'10" with long brunette hair and even longer legs climaxing in a mouth watering tight ass all topped with the perfect C cups. "Are you going to be able to drive? I can take over." "I'll be fine" I muttered as I tried to stretch out my legs with no luck. My girlfriend frowned and sat back. She knew I was a stubborn bastard and not to push it. "You know I saw a massage place when we pulled in. We could go get them to rub it out quick. We have the time since we don't set sail till tomorrow." I thought about it for a few seconds. I didn't want to waste any more time in the vain hopes of dodging traffic but at the same time if this seized up bad enough it would make me lame for the whole trip. "Ok fine, let's make it quick" I said as we switched seats and headed to the massage parlor. In just a few minutes I had hobbled into the lobby, filled out some forms, hobbled to the back and was now stripping down naked as my girlfriend settled into a chair in the corner of the room. She had booked a male masseuse for me as she wasn't keen on having another woman's hands all over my lower half. As I slid under the sheets there was a soft knock at the door before a man entered. He was tall, just a little taller then my 6'3" frame and he looked fit with long blonde hair combed back behind his head. "So we're going to work on your lower back and hamstrings. Any area you aren't ok with me touching?" "No, it's all fine," I answered back, "just please loosen it up for me. Go as hard as you need to." The man chuckled as he put on some soft music on and organized some bottles on the counter by the table. I put my head down and began to try and relax. I felt the sheet pull down to just above the top of my ass as warm liquid was poured over my lower back. Next came his hands. They started slow just rubbing the oil around working it into my skin as he slowly kneaded my back. I started to relax now as I let the man continue his work, his hands rubbing down my back and over the top of my ass. He moved the sheet again so that from the waist down the whole left side of my body was uncovered. His hands then moved to my hamstring and he added a little more oil, continuing to push and grind against the sore muscle. "Your really tight, just try to relax." I took a big breath in and then out in my best attempt to relax. He continued to work his way down my leg and then back up. As he came back up his hands found my ass cheeks and he began to knead them as well. My cock stirred and began to grow hard at his caresses. I'm sure he could see it stretching out between my legs as he continued his work. After a few minutes he began pulling on my ass cheeks causing them to spread wide and display my puckered ass to him. With each spread his thumbs came closer to brushing my tight hole. That's when I felt it. Something bumped against my hand on the side of the table. It was soft yet hard and I realized it was his dick covered by his sweat pants. I left my hand there and he began to rub his hardness against it slowly as his fingers worked ever closer to my asshole. He pushed and leaned forward and my hand slipped over the band at the top of his sweat pants allowing my fingers to brush against his hard cock. My own erection was now throbbing on the table between my legs as I felt the soft skin of his dick, my fingers lightly tracing against it. His fingers found my tight little hole as they just lightly thumbed against it but it was enough to cause me to let out an involuntary moan and in the process rap my hand around his thick cock. It felt huge in my hand and I began to stroke it slowly. I could feel him work a well oiled finger into my hole. I was lost in the moment, one finger twisting in and out of my ass and my own hand working the massive organ of my masseuse. It was her soft moan that snapped me out of my sexual bliss. I froze and yanked my hand away from the man's cock. It was my girlfriends moan, I'd forgotten she was even in the room. "Don't stop now" she said, "it was just getting super hot." I looked up to find her with one leg over the arm of the chair she was sitting in and her jean skirt hiked up. Her panties were long gone but in their place were two of her fingers buried deep inside her wet cunt. That was the last thing I saw before a rock hard cock around 7 1/2" filled my view. The prick was stunning. Lightly tanned till an inch or so before the head where it was a soft fleshy pink. The guy pushed it towards my face bouncing it off my lips before I finally relented and sucked the tip into my mouth. This was my first time sucking a dick but I was so horny now it didn't matter. I leaned forward sucking more into my mouth while running my tongue along the head. Just as I started getting into it he pulled the cock from my mouth and pushed my head back down onto the headrest. I thought my momentary cock sucking experience was over but a few seconds later his massive pole appeared from below and was thrust up into my waiting mouth. I was able to get a lot more of his gorgeous cock at this angle and eagerly bobbed up and down on it like a pornstar in heat. I could feel oil being poured over my ass again and then a moment later two fingers sliding into my well lubed hole. I pushed back alternating my ass thrusts with my head bobbing. I was now obsessed with sucking cock. It was so thick, so hot, so hard and all I wanted to do was make it cum. Make it feel good. I was in love with cock sucking now. A third finger being pushed into my ass brought me back to reality as this time there was a bit of pain as it forced its way inside my virgin hole. I did my best to relax as the intruder slowly stretched the depths of me and tickled my prostate. Once it bottomed out I began to push and pull my ass forwards and backwards, impaling myself on his fingers. "Ohh my god." I heard my girlfriend whisper in the corner. I couldn't tell if the wet sloshing sounds in the room were from my ass being fucked or her fingers buried in her tight pussy but I didn't care. I was in heaven. I was taking his fingers easily now and wanting more buried in my ass. I think he understood by my fervent fucking because he pulled his cock from my mouth and his fingers from my ass. At the loss of his fingers I felt empty and pushed back at the air almost involuntarily. "You fucking want it don't you? You want something in that ass you slut!" I heard my girlfriend say. I looked up back at her and saw her furiously rubbing her clit, her skirt and top now cast on the floor. Before I could think of a reply I felt two hands grab my ass cheeks and spread them wide as he glided his hot thick prick between them. I humped back as he stroked his cock between my ass. I couldn't take it any longer, I looked back, staring the man who was about to violate me in the eyes. "Fuck me, now." I said as I raised my ass up and wiggled it. He smiled then and put the tip of his cock at my ass pushing hard. I grunted as he forced it inside me. It hurt as I felt it bottom out inside me, his balls resting against my ass. He held it there as I adjusted to the massive size of it. Then with a deep breath I pushed back against him and he took the hint. He slid it back out slowly then plunged it back in. After a few more strokes I started fucking him back. That big cock sliding over my prostate had me rock hard again and I rose to all fours so I could really fuck it. "I want a better view of this shit." My girlfriend said as she got up and crawled onto the table laying underneath me so she could watch the man she paid for a massage pound my tight ass. Her pussy was now just below my face and I leaned forward taking her sweet lips into my mouth and using the force of my fervent fucking to drag my tongue over her hard clit. My cock was so hard. I loved my girlfriends pussy the sweet taste of her juices in my mouth and that hard cock plowing into my ass had me going nuts, but I really began to lose it when I felt my girlfriends lips close around the tip of my nearly forgotten dick. She sucked hard and the added pleasure was pushing me over the edge. I slammed hard on the dick in my ass. Loving the feeling of it buried inside me. This was most certainly not the last time I would have something deep inside my ass. I felt a hand reach up and massage my balls and it was over. I cried out, nearly screaming, as jets of hot thick white cum shot into my girlfriends mouth. I could hear her gag as she swallowed every drop of my load. "Ohh fuck I'm going to cum." The man fucking my ass said. "On his face, he wants to get fucked like a slut he's going to finish you like a slut." I didn't argue. I hoped off the table and got to my knees. The man stepped down and presented me his thick pulsing pole. I could see the vein running down the middle, large and angry, as he stroked it. I reached up and wrapped a hand around it taking it from him, my other one going to his heavy balls so filled with that nectar I was going to be swallowing. I stroked his cock my mouth hanging open, tongue wagging before him. He grunted again and a long thick jet of cum shot from the end landing over my right eye. Then another and another, seven or eight shots in total covering my face and mouth granting me a thick creamy reward. As his orgasm subsided I sucked the tip into my mouth cleaning it for him before scooping the salty treat off my face and sucking it from my fingers as if they were little dicks. The taste wasn't as bad as I was expecting. In fact the more I ate the more I enjoyed it. That thick creamy spunk sliding down my throat was one of the most erotic sensations of my life. "You are so hot" my girlfriend said staring at me as she moaned and shook with tremors. It seemed she had finally climaxed, or maybe climaxed for the umpteenth time. Who knew? As I watched her come down from her throws of ecstasy I saw our friend quietly dress himself and head to the door. He turned and looked back at me smiling. "No tip necessary." Tension Relieved Jennifer and I had been dating for a year and a half and living together for about a year when she told me her younger sister, Amanda, was going to use part of her spring break vacation from college to visit us. She asked if it would be okay if Amanda stayed with us for three or four days, and of course I had no problem with that. I had met her sister before and had hung out with her a little bit on a few occasions over the past year or so. While Jennifer is attractive, her younger sister is simply stunning. She is about five feet six inches tall, maybe one hundred twenty five pounds or so, with blond hair, a slightly curvy figure, and a beautiful pair of what I would guess are C-sized breasts. She also wears much tighter and more revealing tops than Jennifer does, and being a breast man, that really gets me going. One afternoon the three of us were relaxing around the apartment, having spent the entirety of the previous day doing all sorts of touristy events. Everyone was in comfortable clothes, which for Amanda meant a tight, low-cut blue camisole with a built-in bra and a tiny pair of gray athletic shorts. Jennifer and Amanda had planned on making dinner for the three of us that evening, and we needed to do some grocery shopping to get all the ingredients. We were watching some mindless comedy movie on television, and about midway through, Jennifer, who was obviously bored, said she was going to run to the store to get things for dinner. Her sister and I were content to skip out on that bit of errand running, so Jennifer went to do the shopping by herself. Amanda and I had done a little bit of flirting over the previous day or so, as we usually did when we were around each other. But it was very innocent stuff, as Jennifer was almost always around. As soon as Jennifer left for the store, though, the sexual tension between us increased tenfold. We were both sitting on the couch, her on one end and me on the other. When Jennifer left for the store, I got up to get a bottle of beer, grabbed a throw pillow and sat back down on the couch. Amanda was watching me as I sat down, and I told her she was welcome to put her head on the pillow in my lap and stretch out. She smiled a mischievous little smile and did just that, working her head into a comfortable position on the pillow. All of her shifting around really worked up a serious erection for me, and it was obvious she noticed it through the somewhat thin pillow. I felt like I had to say something, acknowledging it somehow. "I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable," was all I could come up with to ease the awkwardness. Amanda turned her head a little bit, again with a smile, and said, "It doesn't bother me. Aren't you uncomfortable?" "Oh, there's ways for me to get more comfortable." Now she was ready to play. "Oh, really? Are you going to excuse yourself for a quick restroom trip?" "Why would I do that? This is my apartment. I can unzip and take care of things right here." I think we were both surprised at how quickly the stakes were being raised. She began to taunt me. "Well, go ahead. I want to see it. I dare you to start going at it right here while I'm watching." I quickly responded, "Be careful what you ask for, you might get a little dirty. In fact, you're the one who caused this, so maybe you should be the one to fix it." I had thrown down the gauntlet. I would soon see just how real the sexual tension between us really was. She thought about it for just a second as her eyes tracked down my body. "Well, I guess you're right. I might be able to fix it." At this point she sat up, giving me a wonderful view of her tits through the tight camisole, and sidled over next to me, rubbing my erection through my pants in the process. This was really going to happen. Once she got settled in, she slowly unzipped my pants and for several seconds ran her fingers over my boxers up and down the length of my shaft. She then moved her fingers to my waistband and slowly pulled downward, unleashing my throbbing erection. After getting my boxers below my knees, she bent over, head in my lap, and slowly licked the head of my cock. A few flicks of the tongue later, she licked down the length of the shaft and all around my balls. After several seconds of this tongue bathing, she got off the couch and repositioned herself on the floor between my knees. She took the shaft of my cock in both hands and lowered her mouth around it. She took it deeper and deeper, swirling her tongue around my shaft, slightly bobbing her head up and down. She raised her head to the point where the head of my cock was just inside her mouth, and she lowered again, this time more quickly and with more violence. She looked up at me, her large, soft eyes begging for me to feed her more of my rock hard member. At this point she started to moan, at first quietly and then louder and louder as she bobbed quicker and quicker. Now she started using her hands more, removing her left hand and pumping up and down the bottom half of my erection with her right. She continued bobbing her head, every now and then lingering at the bottom of my cock so she could deep throat it. The moaning continued, and her eyes continued to communicate her insatiable lust. She stopped bobbing her head, took my cock out of her mouth, and then pulled down the front of her tank top, exposing her supple, beautifully shaped breasts. I cannot begin to describe how much I had always wanted to see those breasts. She moved both hands over her tits, squeezing her nipples. I reached down and put my hands over hers, and she quickly moved her hands away back to the shaft of my cock. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, and she threw her head back to give me even more access. I bent over from my position on the couch and took her right breast into my mouth, licking first her nipple and then back toward the center of her chest. I then moved over to her left breast, again licking all over and sucking hard on her nipple as I pulled her breast out of my mouth. All the while she had been pumping my cock rhythmically up and down. I took my cock in my right hand and shifted toward the edge of the couch. I pushed my cock against the center of her chest and grabbed both her breasts and pushed them inward. One of my most common fantasies about Amanda was titty fucking her, and now I had my chance. She followed my lead and moved her hands to the side of her breasts, interlocking her fingers around the exposed portion of the shaft of my cock. I pushed in and out, up and down, generating as much friction as possible. Amanda kept up with her nearly inaudible whimpers and bent her head over, tongue out, kissing and licking the tip of my cock on each upstroke. After a minute or so of this, I grabbed my cock and shoved it roughly into Amanda's open mouth, giving a deep pump or two nearly down to her throat. She pushed my knees, requesting that I return to sitting against the back of the couch. She then bent her head over my cock to take it once more while she fondled her breasts. After a few more minutes of her ravishing my cock with her mouth, she moved her right hand down, underneath the elastic waistband of her shorts to her pussy and began fingering herself. The moans again became louder and louder as she expertly stimulated herself. Her breasts bounced up and down with her body, and it was then that I realized she was giving me the best blow job I had ever received. I could not last much longer at this point. I bent over slightly and whispered, "I'm about to cum baby. Where do you want it?" She raised her head off my cock, gasping, "On my face, all over my face", and quickly resumed her up-and-down motion. As I got close to finishing, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, started pumping it with one hand, and with the other I pulled back gently on her gorgeous blond hair. "Open your mouth, baby, show me that beautiful tongue." She did just as I said. "You ready for it?" "Yes," she gasped, still fingering herself. She stuck her tongue back out, and I finally lost it. I shot one stream straight into her mouth, another across her nose and top lip, and the last one across the side of her mouth and her cheek. I relaxed for half a second as I finished working myself over. "Come here baby, let me wipe this cock off on your face." She leaned in with her face right next to my slowly softening cock, and I wiped the remaining cum on her clean cheek and her chin. I used my other hand to massage each of her breasts, one at a time. "You want to finish cleaning this off?" She nodded, smiling, and took my cock into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the tip of my cock over and over again, deliberately pumping my shaft with her right hand, milking every ounce of cum I had into her mouth. I played with her tits, again working her nipples between my fingertips. After she finished, she leaned back, sitting on her knees and propping herself up with her arms. Sitting there, with a wry smile on her face, her beautiful breasts exposed and much of my cum strewn across her face, she looked unbelievably sexy. I got up from the couch, took a step toward her, pushed my half-erect cock into her mouth for one last lick and a quick suck, then I pulled up my shorts and went to the kitchen while she went to the restroom to get straightened up. My girlfriend would be back from the grocery store before long. Tension Reliever The day couldn't have possibly been worse: after two job interviews and promising feedback, I had been told over the phone that the position was given to another candidate. I was in shock as I hung up the phone, keeping my professional cool by saying 'Oh ok' loud and clear as if it was all fine with me. But inside I felt so disappointed that I had to sit down and shake my head after I hung up. I had been so close, I thought, so close... one of the two finalists... It had been a job I really wanted: closer to home, a lot more pay, everything I wanted... and the worst of it was that I hadn't done anything wrong. I knew I had been good at promoting myself and my strengths. The other person had just had a tad more experience... Still shaking my head every now and then, I opened a bottle of wine and sat in front of my computer, trying to find something to occupy my time with. I didn't care what it was - I just wanted to think of anything but this job I did not get. And that's when I heard the knock on the front door. And right there and then I was annoyed. Looking at the time on the computer screen, I saw that it was 10pm. Who had the nerve to bother me at this time? But then again, I could not ask for any better victim of my down-in-the-dumps-mood. Bring it on, I thought, as I made my way to the front door. It had been raining, finally, after weeks of dryness. It was foggy and the air smelled of fresh grass and Spring. Who cares, I thought, as I opened the door. Did I mention the day couldn't have been worse. Well, forget that, because what stood there in front of my house was none other than the one man I did not want to see. Seeing him was the point on the i, the wrong icing on a messed up cake, the final bad episode to an already screwed up day. I took a deep breath. 'What do you want, Paul?' I said, or rather, I snarled, not caring about what or how I was saying it whatsoever. I looked at the watch on my arm. 'It is past 10pm. What in the world is so important that it can't wait until tomorrow?' My question had been only rhetorical in nature. I knew Paul well enough to know that he had a damn good reason to knock on my door this late in the evening. He was a pretty straight-forward kind of guy: being a builder and having his own company, he got up with the birds and went to bed before anybody else. And he was conservative as hell, non-talkative, and he kept to himself, wanting everybody to mind his own business and leave him alone. All that wrapped in a cute package of a 35 year old body of 6 feet and strong muscles - it drove me crazy. Needless to say he was not interested in the least. He avoided me, to tell the truth, and I hated myself for being attracted to him no matter how obvious it was that he was totally emotionally unavailable and unfit for a relationship. I hadn't had a man in almost two years and all I wanted was fuck him. But hell, he wasn't interest in that, either. So what did he want, then? I stared at him standing in front of me, one step down, exactly at my own height now. He was gorgeous, dressed in jeans and a buttoned shirt. My perfect victim. Fists burried in the pockets of my jeans, I stood there, determined to not make the first move, at least not now, even though I always did. 'You left a message on my machine the other day.' he said finally, in a kind of shaky voice. But maybe that was just my imagination. He couldn't possibly be unsure of himself. No, he couldn't be, I wouldn't let him. I needed a fearless person I could let my anger out on without feeling bad about it. Yes, I had left a message on his machine, thanking him for fulfilling his last agreement on the house we had made half a year ago upon me signing the contract. He had been a total jerk two weeks prior to my phone call, listing all the favors he thought he had ever done for me within the last half year when I called him on the outstanding agreement. 'What about it?' I said, still determined to make him do all the work in this conversation. The hell with all my communication and mediation skills. I wasn't on the job now. 'I just want to say I don't mind talking to you.' he said, finally looking me in the eye. 'Oh yeah?' I said, trying to beat the devilish smile that krept onto my face. I knew he was trying. I knew right there and then he had been thinking about me for the last three days. And I loved to see him squirm. 'How come you haven't been working the last two Saturdays since our little arguement?' This was an understatement. In fact, I had been driving away crying after he had recounted every little incident in our professional 'relations' where he had been nice to me. 'That did not have anything to do with you,' he said, looking somewhat shocked at my way of adding one and one. 'Right!' I said, laughing sarcastically. 'The way I see it, you don't want to talk to me because I take time away from your precious work.' I paused. 'And then you think I'm an ungrateful bitch anyway.' 'I don't think that about you!' he assured me, but I had gone too far to turn back. 'Yeah, right,' I said, walking back up the stairs. To me, this conversation was over. 'You just avoid me whenever you can!' I expected to hear the door close. Instead, I heard him following me into the house, up the stairs, and into the living room. 'Go home, Paul. I'm in a shitty mood and it's already past your bedtime!' Suddenly, I felt his hand on my arm, grabbing me, jerking me around forcefully, leaving me breathless as I stared into his eyes just inches from my face, surprised but without fear despite his force. Was this the rational and detached guy I had known for half a year? 'You listen to me!' he said in a deep voice that suddenly made my knees feel weak even though I cursed myself for even feeling it. 'I do not think you are an ungrateful bitch.' he said calmly, even though his breathing had changed slightly. 'You,' he said, his teeth grinding, and looking for words, 'you just bring out this stuff in me...' he was searching for the right words while cupping my chin with his right hand, keeping me from moving away from him. 'I want to run and still wherever I go I think of you.' His other hand was on my face, rough fingertips everywhere, my forehead, cheeks, nose... 'I don't want this, but you drive me insane.' His face was closer now, and without warning I felt his lips on my mouth, rough but not forceful, demanding, yet gentle. I could not figure it out, just closed my eyes, lost myself in that sensation, responded to his full bottom lip that teased me relentlessly. And then his tongue explored my mouth and I touched him, his face, hair, shoulders. My hands moved down his shirt, pulled the ends out of his pants, dipped under his shirt restlessly until they touched bare skin. Yes, I thought, as his tongue played with mine passionately. This is what I wanted all along, six months ago when I first looked at the house with my realtor and saw his beautiful smile. Only now our passion was urgent, out of control, and all-consuming. There was no time for foreplay, no time for gentle probing and sweet lasting memories. As the kiss deepened, he sank his fingers into my thick blonde hair and pulled me into his body forefully until I could feel the outline of his hard cock against my belly. At that point, my mind went blank. All I wanted was his cock deep inside my pussy. Forget about gently kisses down my body, pussy eating and sweet embraces. All I wanted to feel was his cock inside of me and I couldn't get there fast enough. I didn't take the time to open his shirt buttons slowly. After a few seconds of unsuccessful attempts, I took a hold of his shirt and forced it open, sending buttons flying across the room as I covered his chest with hot and urgent kisses. My pyjama offered nothing but easy access, and I remember nothing but all my nerves concentrating on his cock entering my pussy as I arched my back to meet his thrusts. I don't know where we were - probably on the living room floor since we couldn't possibly have made it to the bedroom without me noticing. It did not matter. All I felt, all I needed was his thick cock inside of me as I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him down to me while he fucked me nice and hard and steady. 'I want you Paul!' I managed to say and was rewarded by his mouth on my left nipple, sucking, licking and biting, not necessarily in that order. His muscular body felt so good under my hands, and his cock was buried so deep inside of me that it took me only a few minutes to reach my first orgasm. Crying out in a low scream underneath him, I arched my back and pulled his head down onto my erect nipples at the same time, taking in the incredible sensation of a sucking mouth on my tits and a throbbing rock hard cock inside of me. I could feel he was close and cried out in protest when he pulled out of me completely to kiss down my belly and spread my thighs with his rough and strong hands. Whatever I wanted to say got stuck in my throat as he started to explore my very wet pussy with his tongue. It was incredible. He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, dove into my cunt, licked me up and down, and payed just enough attention to my inner lips to make me squirm beneath him. I was on fire. I grabbed his arms to pull him up and on top of me but he resisted, becoming more and more vocal as my pussy got hotter and hotter. I couldn't bear it. Moving around on the thick carpet I got a hold of his rock hard cock and turned so that I could take him into my hot mouth as he licked my pussy. Fingering his balls as I sucked him deep into my mouth, I felt my orgasm building when he sucked my clit into his mouth and nibbled on it with his teeth. Slapping his ass in an impulse I had had since the beginning of my frustration with him, he cried out and came into my mouth the same time I lost all control over my body. Going into convulsions, I screamed his name, letting him take his cock into his hand to squirt more cum over my tits and belly as he held onto my throbbing clit with his tongue. Getting away from his touch was like fighting a tornado, and as I gave in to him, I could not believe how my orgasm continued in its intensity. It was unbelievable, and when I finally came down from it, I was sweating and panting. Tension Tower I said I'd write again after my wife's "coming out" at her thirtieth birthday party. Well here we go: We talked a lot about how she'd thrown caution to the wind and danced naked in front of all our friends before getting me to fuck her in the restaurant car park. And every time we talk about it she ends up throwing all her clothes off again and assaulting me ... it's great! She really gets off on the experience and, soon, wanted to do it again; only this time she wanted to get fucked by more than one man - did I mind? Did I mind?! I'd been fantasising about seeing Mandy fucked by another man ever since she danced naked with our friends at the party, I just didn't know how to broach the subject. We planned to try to let it happen at an upcoming firm's dinner-dance. She wore that dress again! Only this time she didn't bother with the G-string. She went with just the dress and her high heels on. For those of you that didn't catch my original letter, the dress is a sheer black satin mini dress, very clingy with a low neck line - and very short, just covering her bottom. We sat at tables of eight at the dinner, two to each side, which meant that I could stroke Mandy's thighs all the way up to her fanny, throughout the meal, without anybody seeing. The effect our fellow diners did see though was the two prominent nuggets distorting her flimsy bodice just a couple of inches below her bare upper chest. After the meal we all retired to the bar while the hotel staff cleared the tables before we returned for dancing. Mandy had already shared a bottle of red wine with me and was distinctly tiddly, cuddling close as we stood at the bar. I bought her a glass of port and we said "Hi" to friends from other tables. One of the friends who came over was a mate of mine, Gerry, who had been at Mandy's party. He remarked on the dress and asked Mandy if he could have the first dance after she stripped off! We all laughed and Mandy said "What would your girlfriend say?" He replied that he wasn't dating at the time and that he'd come alone. My grip on Mandy's waist tightened and she looked up into my eyes and smiled. We knew that he lived only a short distance from our house - maybe a fifteen minute walk - and we soon found out that he, too, had come by taxi. It was soon arranged that we would share a cab home! We returned to our table, Gerry accompanying us, and Mandy and I left Gerry and hit the dance floor. To see Mandy throwing herself energetically around in her tiny covering, seeing the hem flick up and down and her string-like shoulder straps continuously lose their grip on her shoulders while her 34C bosoms attempted to bounce out of their inadequate container was a real turn on and I could see quite a lot of the guys there taking an interest. Eventually though, without mishap, the music slowed and we went into a clinch. As I clung to Mandy's bottom she whispered in my ear, asking me if I'd enjoyed the show and if I thought she'd gone too far. I slipped my fingers down to her hem and back up under it again to stroke the crack of her bottom. "Not as far as you're going later, Darling." I whispered back. When we returned to the table we found that Gerry had bought another round of drinks. As we sat there with him I put my hand back between Mandy's legs. This time, though, Gerry could see what I was doing. We all knew it. Mandy, though, pretended nothing was happening and carried on talking to Gerry. I watched his face. His eyes flicked back and forward from Mandy's face to where my hand had now eased her hem up to allow us to see my fingers playing with the insides of her pussy lips. Mandy's breasts started heaving and she was having difficulty talking cohesively as I noticed that our glasses were again empty. "Why don't you and Mandy have a dance while I get the drinks in?" I said to Gerry. He looked at me, kind of stunned. Then, recovering, he nodded and helped Mandy out of seat and they stepped onto the dance floor, Mandy immediately wrapping her arms around Gerry's neck as she crushed her body to his. My last view of them as I disappeared into the bar was of Gerry's hands drifting down to her bottom and his fingers pressing tightly under her cheeks which could just be glimpsed where the already inadequate hem had risen just a fraction. We left as soon as we'd finished this last round of drinks. Settling in the back of the taxi, Mandy in the centre between us, I leaned across and spoke to Gerry. "We'll drop you off first." I said. He looked crestfallen! "If you invite us in for coffee we can walk home from your place." "Let's do it the other way round." he replied, "You give me coffee and I'll walk home from your place only I share my house with two friends." Mandy's hand tightened where it was resting on my thigh as she spoke. "Will they object to us coming in for coffee?" I saw that crestfallen look again as he agreed that they would not. He had clearly thought that his luck was in. Little did he know that it still was; only Mandy had grander ideas now! As we walked into Gerry's living room we saw his two friends bending over a game on the floor. They were playing the game where one removes blocks from a tower until it tumbles. We were introduced and the two lads stared up in wonder at Mandy, scrambling to their feet to be introduced as Tim and Alex. At Mandy's prompting they explained the game and she insisted we all joined in. Alex opened a bottle of wine and gave us all a glass and we settled around the pile of blocks. For a simple game it is captivating. And so were Mandy's tits. Every time she leaned forward from her kneeling position to take a block I thought they would fall out of her dress and the other three were clearly praying for them to do so. The game went around a few times and the tower got more wobbly and eventually, as Tim pulled on a block, it fell. As it was rebuilt we topped up our glasses. Around we went again. This time though, every time it came to Mandy's turn and she bent forward, I slipped my hand down her bottom and stroked her fanny with my middle finger. By the third or fourth time round she was leaning right forward on all fours, her breasts dangling and my finger embedded in her up to its root. This time it was Mandy who knocked the tower down - she just couldn't stop her hand from shaking! "Next time you knock it over you should take your dress off as a fine!" I said loudly and - I hope - sounding drunk. "Only if you agree to strip if any of you do it." she replied. This was rapidly agreed and the tower set up again. It didn't go far this time. Mandy was encouraged by us all to take an impossible block and the tower tumbled in a shower in front of her. We all looked at her expectantly. She stood and, as at the restaurant, she slipped her straps off her shoulders and the sheer silk slithered over her body to the floor. Her nipples stood stiff and proud, her pussy hair bristled darkly against her mound and her eyes twinkled at us. She knelt again and said "Well, set them up then!" No-one was concentrating now. I made no secret of the fact that I was spreading her cunt lips every time she bent forward. Over the next half hour, first Tim, then Gerry knocked over the tower and stripped naked. Then Mandy did it again. "Oh dear," she said in mock horror "I'm already naked, You'll have to think of another forfeit." "I think that you should allow each of those present to run their hands all over your body." I said. Miraculously, the tower was cleared away and a space made for Mandy to lay full length on the carpet. I knelt between her legs, which I had pushed apart. Gerry knelt at her head and Alex and Tim either side of her. At my request Tim leapt up and returned before I could blink with some olive oil - he didn't have any baby lotion. And we proceeded to give Mandy a slow massage. Tim knelt at her head, leaning over her to rub oil into her breasts, pressing them down and forward and then slowly drawing his palms back over her rock hard nipples and tweaking them between thumbs and forefinger before starting down again. Alex and Gerry took turns to slowly move their hands across Mandy's stomach, following Tim's hands up over her breasts each time he withdrew and slipping down to her mound as he pushed forward. I was massaging her thighs, sliding my oily hands up and down her soft skin, rolling from outer thigh to inner thigh, gradually getting nearer her crack but never quite touching it. Her cunt was wide open now where I had pushed her legs wide and from the attention her body was getting. It glistened brightly, not from oil but from her juices. Every time Gerry or Alex's hand pressed over her mound she raised her bottom off the rug to meet them and every time my fingers approached her lips she pressed down to try to capture them. She rocked up and down in a fucking motion but without any of us penetrating her. I could see she was getting wilder and more desperate. I was waiting for the moment when I knew that one touch would take her over the top. Each of Tim, Alex, Gerry and me had raging hard ons and we were desperate ourselves to do something about them. I leaned over Mandy and whispered to her: "Do you like cock?" "Oh Yes!" she cried. "Do you want it now?" "Oh Yes!" And I told Alex and Gerry to wrap Mandy's hands round their erections and Tim to try her mouth. This took her closer as they fucked her fists and her mouth while still massaging her. I told Alex to concentrate his efforts on her mound, just above her clit and, as she gasped and moaned, I finally plunged my own dick up to its hilt into her sodden cunt. And she came - Boy did she come! She cried out, bucked her hips, laughed and cried all at once. We four men still had raging hard ons though, mine being buried to the hilt in Mandy's quivering cunt. I looked at the others. I could feel the grin on my face and it was mirrored all around me. As Mandy came down from her high I started to move my hips slowly. This elicited little sobs "Oh, oh." From Mandy and she shook as I gradually built up speed again. Tim moved back to her mouth and her lips opened to take him again. Mandy sucked Tim like a mad woman and writhed under me so that soon I was pumping my cum into her and Time was copying me at the other end. As Tim and I collapsed away from Mandy, Alex and Gerry eagerly took our places and fucked her with renewed energy. I couldn't tell if Mandy was going through the motions or was really getting off on this so I bent down and put my mouth to her ear and said "You love being a slut don't you? You're going to get so much sex that you won't stand up for a week." As I carried on in this vein her writhing got more vigorous and she moaned around Gerry's prick. This vibration caused Gerry to cry out that he was coming and he pulled out just in time to spray his semen all over Mandy's face and hair. What an erotic sight! I hadn't quite recovered yet but I dangled my semi-limp six inches over Mandy's lips and let her get to work on me. By the time she had me fully hard again Tim had replaced Alex at her pussy and she was being reamed by her third cock of the evening. It was three in the morning by the time each of us had come in each of her mouth and pussy. Mandy lay exhausted in the middle of the floor, small wooden bricks all around her and cum covering her from head to knee. Alex fetched a warm flannel and we cleaned her up sufficiently to slip her dress over her and for me to carry her out to the car. We both slept until noon the next day and then made love slowly as we recounted the events of the night before. Life won't ever be the same again.