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Bored

By: shayexhibits



It was two in the morning, everyone was asleep, and I had nothing to do. I was am bored. What to do, what to do?

I went outside for a while and listen to the bugs, but they wanted to carry me away so I said "hell with that!" So I decided on a nice drive to town to check the mail. That meant getting dressed, damn, didn't really want to do that, it was still 95 degrees outside! Gets too damn hot around here in the summer. Could be fun to go naked.........but, it is a post office, probably some kind of federal law against that or something. Hell with it! I threw on my silk boxers and tank top that matches, both white, and grabbed my keys.

It felt good to feel the silk against my skin, but seeing as it was still so hot, I started to sweat. Unknowingly making my outfit transparent, really, I didn't even think about it. 

Got to the post office, it was deserted, of course, still a little early, even for country people. The air from the building was excellent! Ours has those floor vents that blow like hurricanes. After getting the mail, I just stood over one of those for what seemed like forever, at least until I heard someone ask me if I needed some help.

I spun around to see a young guy in a postal uniform with a couple of plastic bags. Fumbling around every word I tried to spit out, I finally told him no and I thought I was alone or I wouldn't have been here so long. He just smiled and told me not to let him get in my way. He kept looking me up and down with quick little glimpse, not really stopping long enough to stare but still looking. He really wasn't attractive, but it did make me horny knowing he was looking. I just had to feel the air on my body once more before I left so I stepped back and let it hit me for a while. The cold air rushing up my legs, hitting my moist pussy, over my stomach as it ballooned my shirt out, causing my nipples to becomes rocks. It was great!

I still didn't want to go home and just be bored again, so I drove around town a little. Absolutely no one. A total ghost town. We have a nature preserve close to us with a little park next to it, so I decided to brave the bugs again and head for there. There was a small car in the parking area, but no one in it. I got out and looked around but didn't see or hear anyone, so I walked to one of the benches and sat down for a while. 

I guess I must of dozed off for a few minutes, because I woke to some voices nearby. Startled I laid down as flat as I could get on the bench, not to be noticed, strange world we live in, trying to listen and see where the voices were coming from. A couple of minutes later I noticed two people coming in my direction, a man and a woman, lovers of course, who else at this time of night? They hadn't seen me so I just stayed still and quiet, thinking I may get a show, being a voyeur as well as a exhibitionist, I never turned down an opportunity to see a little action.

Looked as if they were headed for the playground equipment, which meant they had to walk right by me, damn, that probably meant I was busted. As they got closer I held my breath and tried my damnest not to move. The walked within 10 feet from and kept on going. Actually, the playground was only 20 or 25 yards from me, I thought for sure they would see me, o-well, goody for me. 

They barely made it to the slide before he had his hand up her skirt, it was kind of dark, but I could still make out that she either had to be wearing a g-string or no panties at all. I couldn't wait to find out. Kissing each other deeply, she reached for his button and zipper and was trying to get his jeans over his ass without letting his tongue from her mouth. When she did, she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her hand and stroked him until he was a steel rod, didn't take long.

Looking up at him, she rolled her tongue around the head of his cock and then just threw herself on to it! I mean she took the entire thing and sucked loud enough for me to her it clearly! I was freaking soaked, I had to do something or I would explode. Still trying not to be noticed, I waited until the most opportune moment and hopped off my bench and ran to a nearby tree. The view was better and I could watch without being seen. 

I quickly dropped my boxers to the ground and went to work on my pussy. I nearly came the first time I touched my clit! I couldn't stand it, I pulled off my tank and dropped it on the ground as well. I was wishing I had something more than my fingers to stick in my puss or even my ass for that matter! 

She was working him hard and fast now, his hands in her hair, and he was pumping it into her face like it was the very last time he was ever going to get it. I wanted to see her take his load so bad, but she stopped abruptly, got up, and bent over the slide. "Fuck me, good" was all she said and it didn't take him being told twice! He ripped the skirt off her and slammed it home. I'm not sure which hole he went for but she let out a small cry in response, so I'm guessing he is an ass man. Holding on to her hips, he pounded and pounded, he grunted she moaned, I tried to keep my own moans at bay by biting my lower lip, damn it was a sight! 

I took a risk and headed for the only other spot where I couldn't be seen, they were both facing the other way, so what the hell, go for it. I darted out and had to dart right back, forgot my clothes. I ran to the other tree, which put me at about 15 feet away. I was now on their right and what a view! His cock sliding in and out of her ass just as smooth as glass. I wanted that and I wanted it now. I just couldn't go up and say "hey, give me some of that" could I. I just went back to fingering myself and came right on the spot. It took all I had not to scream out, I mean it was an earth shaking wave. I dropped to my knees to keep from falling on my face and nearly fell backwards right into plain sight.

Just after, he clinched up and rammed in deep, held it there and shot off in her ass, I love that. Too bad for her, I didn't notice that she came. After a few moments he pulled out and pulled his jeans up and headed for the car. She laid back on the slide, legs spread, breathing very hard. 

"Do you like the taste of cum?"

I looked up expecting to see her guy back, but he was no where to be seen. Who was she talking to?

"Do you like to eat cum and be cummed on?"

I was watching her this time as she leaned up on her elbows and looked directly at me. Startled, I looked around, thinking he must of come around from the other side and was now coming back. No one, she was talking to me!

"Yes, you baby, I haven't cum yet, as you know, and I sure need to. Want to help me out with that?"

Fuck it, I was busted and still horny, so hell yes. Without saying a word, I walked over to her and buried my face in her pussy. She ran her fingers through my hair, I love that, and I pulled her clit between my teeth and that was the spot. She grabbed my hair tight and held on, not being able to move. I flicked it with my tongue and she jumped, yes, I had her now. I let go just for moment and then sucked it right back between my teeth and hit with my tongue as fast as I could. 

She started pounding her cunt into my face and I was loving it! I didn't know he was back until I felt his prick on lips of my pussy. I was soaked so they spread easy for him and I let him slid right in, never losing my rhythm with her. I had another climax coming on fast and I knew she wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer, but it was him he caught me off guard by shooting another huge load into me which sent me into mine. Not meaning to, I bit down hard on her clit and she screamed out and then cam all over my face! Wave after wave hit us all, we must have been a sight. Three grown people just convulsing around stuck together because no one could move. It was great!

Laying on my back, trying to catch my breath, I made small talk with them, you know names and where you from and all that. Turned out that they were from out of state and came down here just to get a visual feel of the surroundings. Not really getting that I asked them why and they proceeded to tell me of an erotic story writer that lived here and so that they could better get into the stories they came down to take a look around.

Coincidence? I asked their screen names, which I will leave out for them, and gave them mine. Turned out, but some weird twist of fate I had met a couple I had been chatting with on line through email. We all just laid there quiet, looking at the stars, thinking of what just happened, the odds, and me personally, how great it was.

I rolled over on my side, propped my head up with one arm, "want to do it again?"

Bored



As I drove along the highway I began to ask myself the question that had already been asked about a million times in the short hour and a half I’d been in the car, “Why, again, am I doing this?” I knew the answer each and every time, “Because I want to, I need to.” Clearing my thoughts and tuning in the lousiest song on the radio I just concentrate on getting there. Seeing the turn-off sign a mile ahead I again feel a slight gripping fear, maybe it’s because this is the first time I’d ever considered doing this and the fact that he didn’t even know I was coming down. What if he was busy? How could I explain being “in the neighborhood” when my neighborhood was in a different state.

Blocking it out once again I swallowed my fear with a slight smile on my face, realizing that once he did see me, he’d probably be too surprised to care. Turning on to a main road I began looking in all directions for my destination, feeling I’d hit the twilight zone. No comforting blue signs that pointed you in the right direction were to be seen. Great, just great. I could see me getting lost and no one to call but my roommate who was against me coming here in the first place.

I’d almost given up hope when I spotted it in the corner of a strip mall on my left. It was mid afternoon on a weekday and everyone was either at school or work, good thing because I don’t remember looking as I changed lanes. As I pulled in the parking lot a knot formed in my stomach. Staring at the cheesy décor of the Texan-style restaurant, I had a sudden fit of the giggles. Another question leapt in my mind, “Why are you hot for a guy that works in a place like this?” But I knew that answer too, “Because we were bored, together.”

Getting out of the car seemed to be the next feat in a life-long line of them. The restaurant had just opened about twenty minutes ago, so no one was there and the headwaiter greeted me with a smile that was, as I say, plastered on with pain. I told him that I was just looking for someone and wouldn’t be long. Glancing around the restaurant I scanned for him. There he was. I hate to admit it but seeing the back of him sent a spread of warmth over me that seemed to gyrate into my pussy.

He was behind the bar doing, what I could only guess was inventory. Taking a breath I strode to the bar, my hips swaying with sexual confidence underneath my blue strapless sundress. He hadn’t seen me yet, so I took the opportunity to pore over his adorable backside. I decided I would say my opening line before he even had seen that it was me. “Excuse me, do you know where the closest available hotel is located?”

He turned to answer and my breath caught. I was staring into the most beautiful dark eyes I’d ever seen. Slow realization passed over his face as he recognized me from my picture. “Lucy?”

I simply replied, “Rob.”

A smile that melted away any more of my fears graced his face. “So, you need to know where the nearest hotel is huh, why is that?” He smirked at me, teasing me. He knew damn well why. 

I quirked an eyebrow and said, “Because I believe fucking in public is against the law in this state.” Boy did that get his attention, his eyes got wide before he started chuckling at my blunt response.

He gave me directions to the nearest hotel with a promise that he got off at six. I said I’d call with the room number and as he handed me a pack of matches, with the restaurants number on it, his fingers lightly skimmed the back of my wrist sending shivers up my arm. Four hours was a long time to wait, but hell I’d probably wait ten for him. As I headed for the door I could feel his eyes on me. Being the playful person that I am, I pretended to drop the matches and as I bent to pick them up I went straight down, not bothering to bend my knees. I heard whistles and shouts behind me, because I knew damn well I had no panties on. I turned to look in his direction and he stood there leaning against the bar with an erotically pained look on his face and he mouthed the words, “You’ll pay for that one” to me. I just smirked a sexy smile and left. 

I climbed into my car, shifting pleasurably on my leather seats. Man I was in trouble if that menial stunt had already caused my cunt to get wetter than Niagara Falls. Sighing to myself I drove out of the parking lot and onto the main drag once again. I decided to stop at the small shopping area before going to the hotel, making him wait for my call. 

I strolled around a discount-type store looking at nothing in particular when a display of books caught my eye. BUY THE NEWEST BESTSELLER -- “110 WAYS TO CURE BOREDOM”!!

I chuckled to myself and picked one up, leafing through it briefly. Stopping in the lingerie department I searched for some new things to drive home in, remembering I’d forgotten a spare change of clothes besides my running duds that are always in my car. I then went up to the checkout to pay for my things. 

Pulling into the hotel parking lot, I smiled as I gazed up at its cozy exterior, not a dump but inexpensive none the less. After checking in I took my shopping bag up to room 209. Flicking the matchbook from my purse I dialed the number of the restaurant. “Jason” answered the phone asking what he could do for me, I told him, “Just tell Rob, room 209.” I then hung up, smiling at my devilish nature. “Jason” I’m sure was confused by the call he just received but hopefully gave Rob the message anyway. 

Two hours left of waiting. A mind can play dirty games when it’s waiting for that one certain thing that makes it explode in euphoria. Just thinking about all the things I wanted to do and say to Rob got me hot. Having the sudden urge to be naked, which happens to me from time to time, I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. Having sultry visions in my head had caused my body to react. My nipples stood hard and erect as I ran a slight fingertip over them, tickling them to point more towards my fingers. I just stood there in the middle of an empty hotel room, naked and touching my nipples with an experienced light touch that only my body knew I wanted. Still running the movie of the night to come in my head I stretched myself out on the made bed. I began to stroke myself in the way that I liked, slow lazy circles around my throbbing clit while now and then sliding two fingertips into my moist hole. My pleasure began building as I lost track of the time and space around me.

I then heard a voice that made my body scream “Couldn’t wait for me hmm?” My passion glazed eyes focused on Rob as he took my hand to his mouth and kissed the very same fingertips that had been inside of me.

“Mmm, you taste sweet.” he simply said, smiling. My hips bucked with a need to finish what I had started. “Let me.” he merely stated. I could feel a strong hand grasp my left thigh and part it slightly. My skin tingled as the first touch of masculine, yet gentle, fingers swept inside of me. I closed my eyes and moaned. He sensed my urgency and he practically rammed his two fingers inside of my hungry cunt, just like I liked it. My hips took up speed, bucking and jutting on his two long fingers. But that wasn’t enough for him, he took his hand away from me and I felt like crying. He smiled up at me as if he knew he had my orgasm in the palm of his hand. He spread both of my thighs apart wider, to lie flat on the bed; his tongue began tracing the dragon tattoo on my inner thigh. This made me almost cum, his tongue lightly running across sensitive skin, but not yet near the main goal. What he did next of course made me cum almost immediately. His tongue had replaced where his fingers had been, swirling inside me in long rough strokes. I grabbed for his head and fucked his tongue with urgency as I came on his mouth with an orgasm that shook my body and the earth. 

He brought his lips to mine and I could taste myself on him, that same tongue made swirls inside my mouth and I melted into him. I felt rough fabric and looked down and started laughing, how’d he managed to stay dressed in work clothes was beyond me. He smirked at me as I began undressing him, tossing his clothes in the corner along with mine. Once his shirt was off I noticed one of his nipples was pierced and I quirked a brow in question as I bent forward to take the small metal ring into my mouth, lightly rubbing it between my teeth, which he obviously liked. He held onto my hair as I took my tongue and placed it in the middle of the hoop to touch his nipple for the first time. His moans let me know that he likes it. 

Once he was fully naked I made him lie on the bed, taking control I let my fingertips graze over his magnificent body, along the sides of his rib cage and then down to his inside thighs. Spreading my palms over his thighs I ran them up and down teasing him by purposely missing his throbbing cock that stood straight at my attention. Grinning I put my lips where my palms had been, gliding my tongue up and down around his penis but missing it by an inch or two. He seemed to be getting impatient as he grabbed for my hair and tried to urge me in his penis’ general direction but I shook my finger at him and continued to play my game, lightly running my tongue and fingers here and there. Finally my mouth seemed to become impatient as well, I finally had to zero in on my prey. 

Taking him fully in my mouth for the first time felt like I had found home again after a long journey. Lightly taking an up and down motion with the edges of my teeth I felt his hips begin to buck under me. Making slow circles with my tongue around the head, I teased him until he said the words I’d been waiting for, “I need to be inside you.” 

I sat up and placed a leg on either side of him and slowly made my way home. My cunt being slick from my juices and his saliva, slid in with a sucking noise to the hilt. I cried out and he grabbed my breasts like anchors and heaved his hips up into me, filling me with him. We fuck like animals with rough strokes and loud cries. Right before another orgasm hits me he reaches a finger to tickle my clit and I cry out his name and explode onto his rod like a waterfall. One last thrust for him and he fills me with his sperm.

Tired in a good way I pull off of him and lie beside him. We sleep for a few hours and then I awake and need a shower. Halfway through shampooing my hair from the small hotel bottles I feel strong hands reach from behind to grasp my nipples, I lean against his body as he lathers my nipples, slightly tugging. I reach behind me and pull his body to mine. His hands silently ask permission to enter me from behind, I give consent with a moan. Slippery wet thrusts bring me to another orgasm in the small shower and when he finishes, he gently washes my back for me, occasionally kissing my neck. We don’t bother to dry off as I pull him and push him against the wall. Lifting my legs he holds them with straining biceps, wrapping them around him as he holds me up with his body. The hard wall makes contact with my back as he turns me over and rushes into me with renewed sexual force. I love the feel of hard surfaces during sex, and he knows this as he makes it last longer than I’m used to, making me cum a fourth time this evening. 

Truly spent we sleep again.

I awake at five a.m., my normal run time. He sleeps naked next to me. I kiss his forehead and whisper his name. He slightly stirs but does not awaken. I rise and dress in my new clothes. Before I leave him I slip the book next to him on the pillow. I write a note. 

Rob wakes up around eight and finds her gone. He sees the book and note and smiles. It reads…

“My favorite is number 78.” - Lucy.

He opens the book and begins to laugh. Number 78: Have sex with someone new, guaranteed to spice up your life. And in red pen she’s added - catch you in the bored room.



Bored



I felt like a slut. I felt dirty. In a way I almost felt used. 

I wasn't bored though, and wasn't that the point? I actually was enjoying my afternoon for a change. My husband, Sean, would be mortified but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

I had placed a personal ad on that website. The one you use to sell a crappy car or announce a yard sale. I had lied about my location, choosing a suburb on the other side of town. I hadn't lied about what I wanted. It was true; I was a bored housewife looking for entertainment. I had asked for men to text me. My ad wasn't up more than a couple of minutes when it started.

Most of the men started crudely. I received pictures of their junk and they asked me what I wanted to do with it. The first couple of pic's I received appalled me and I deleted them but the more dicks I saw the more I started to appraise them. I began to appreciate them. Some of them were huge. I would stare for a moment wondering what a cock that size would feel like. Some of them were pitiful, short little soft cocks attached to fat bellies. I had one of those at home. I wasn't interested. One of them in particular was long and thin. It was no wider than a quarter. It sparked a thought. If I was ever going to actually take it in the ass, it was going to have to be a cock like this one. I told him so. He liked it. He sent more pic's. he sent me a picture of him jacking off.

"can you send me a pic of it cuming?" I asked him.

"Send me a pic of your tits, I will pretend I am cuming on them."

I couldn't believe I did it. I was alone at home. I didn't even have a bra on, it would be easy enough. I went to the bathroom and pulled up my shirt. I took three quick pictures. I thought they looked saggy and gross and I didn't want to send them but I did. I sent all three. I sat and waited. I received more texts while I waited. I replied to them. When his message came in I took a deep breath before clicking on the attached picture. It took forever to load. I thought I had a phone issue but when I clicked on the image a short seven second video loaded. I saw him pop, a stream of white jizz spraying out on his lower stomach. He squeezed his dick and more dripped out. It was disgusting and I loved it.

"I wish that was all over my tits." I told him.

"so do i. I love your tits." He said.

"would you lick it off me?" I asked him. I had never had a thought like that in my life.

"yes. But I would rather lick it out of your pussy." He responded. 

"You have me so turned on." I told him.

"What should we do about that?" he asked. It shocked me how quickly I turned from horny to terrified. I closed my phone. That wasn't what I was looking for. I wasn't like that. I cleaned the kitchen and vacuumed my phone continued to buzz in the other room, each incoming message a reminder that I was a dirty cheating whore. 

I vacuumed and it kept buzzing. I finished picking up and thought I should dust but my curiosity was killing me. I had to look at the messages. I took my phone to the bedroom and sat on the bed. I slid it open.

I had 46 new messages. I started with the unfamiliar. There was a black cock the size of a baseball bat. No thank you. That would hurt. The most common responses wanted to know how old I was or want a picture. I worked my way through them deleting about every other one. I got down to his. He had sent eight.

"I love to perform oral sex. Do you like to receive it?"

"I live in Broadmore too, wouldn't it be funny if we bumped into each other and didn't know it?"

"Are you married. I live with my girlfriend."

"Are you still there?"

"I hope I didn't offend you. I was just playin'."

"I just thought, maybe I didn't offend you, maybe you liked the idea of me licking you so much you had to touch yourself."

"Send me a picture of you playing with yourself."

"My name is Kevin. I guess I will get back to work. Text me anytime."

Below those was just the short video of his orgasm. I really didn't care about any of the other texts at that point. I actually was kind of irritated I didn't know how to stop them from coming in. 

I tried to watch TV but it was no use. I knew I was going to do it. I turned off the TV and took my clothes off. I couldn't really remember the last time I had gotten myself off. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine his long skinny dick in my mouth. I sucked on my finger. I imagined him fucking me and rubbed myself. I started to imagine him, young and fumbling in bed, having to show him the ropes if you will. It was working. I rubbed myself firmly and it happened, I actually gave myself an orgasm. It wasn't a big one or anything but I felt it. I struggled to get a picture of my pussy. It's harder than you think to line up the camera. I finally got a good one, my painted nails teasing my clitty. I don't think I ever realized how evident my clit really was. I wondered if I had ever even seen it before. I sat for a long time imagining how bad it was to send it before finally giving in and shooting my pussy off into cyberspace. I wondered if it would ever show up on the web.

I waited anxiously for a reply, deleting message after message from guys that weren't Kevin waiting for the one message that was from him. I eventually gave up and put my clothes on. The kids would be home soon.

My phone kept buzzing and I suddenly thought to take the ad down. I logged into my computer and deleted it. I received messages for another hour but none from Kevin. Maybe my pussy looked old. I should have shaved it or something. I got myself off on a long string of negative thinking swearing to get back to the gym and to spend more time on personal upkeep. The texts were still coming in but more slowly, but still none from Kevin. I was in such a habit of deleting them I almost missed the one from my husband. He wanted to get a drink after work. I told him to knock himself out.

"No dummy. I want you to meet me," he said.

"What about the kids."

"Tell Marnie she can watch her brother for a couple of hours. It wont kill her."

"Fine." I said. "I'm not getting dressed up."

"If you don't want to, stay home. I'll be at Marty's Old Place." I had pissed him off.

I was in an emotional turmoil that I was unfamiliar with. I was pissed at my husband for being pissed at me. There was nothing new about that. I was however also pissed at Kevin for not responding, pissed at myself for having spent the afternoon being a dirty slut, and pissed at the world for making me pissed at myself. I was sad about all of it because I didn't like people being pissed. I was still horny thinking about a young hard cock and somewhere deep down where I didn't like to go I was happy. I was happy because for at least a few minutes I was attractive in the eyes of a hot young guy. I was a mess. I took a shower, did a haphazard job of cleaning up down there and got dressed. I wore shorts because I told him I wasn't getting dressed up but wore one of my nicer tops because despite being a bit of a bitch I did still want him to be proud of me when I showed up at his crappy dive bar.

I was ordering pizza when I finally got his text. "God I'm sorry. I started working and I forget shit. That is so fucking hot. My mouth is watering just thinking about it."

"I thought maybe you didn't like it." I sent back, my insecurities a tad out of control.

"Are you kidding? I had to jack off as soon as I saw it."

I smiled to myself and tried to think of a response. He beat me to it.

"Do you like that I jack off to pictures of you?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah!" I sent immediately.

"Send me more." He said. In my head it sounded more like begging. I thought of getting all undressed and taking some more but was scared to death of what he would think seeing my fat gross body all exposed like that.

"I'm all dressed to go out."

"That's okay. I'm not picky."

What the hell, I thought. I took my first real selfie. I tried to push my chest out and suck in my flab but looking at it I couldn't help but compare myself to the young hussies you see on the Internet. I sent it anyway.

"You are gorgeous." He said.

"Thank you," I replied, adding one of those little blushing smiley faces.

"Where are you going?" 

"Marty's Old Place. It's a shit little bar my husband loves." Fuck! I shouldn't have sent that. 

"When."

"I don't know. When he texts me."

"I guess I can't text you later." He said.

"That would be bad." I admitted.

The last thing I got from him was a picture of him standing in his bathroom. He was a good-looking kid, he had a bushy blonde hairdo, a long thin nose, a beard that hadn't fully come in and that long thin cock dangling down his leg. He was nearly hairless. The warmth his picture inspired in my body was confused with how closely he resembled the little twenty somethings that my would pick up my daughter on Saturday nights to take her to the movies and defile her in the back seat of their parents cars. 

Irritatingly my phone kept buzzing as I waited for my daughter to get home. I wondered what I would do later when I was sitting next to my husband at the bar. I surprised myself by actually thinking of something helpful and started a conversation with my friend Antoinette. Anna was a little crazy, especially once she started texting. I knew she would text me every three minutes for the rest of the night. I relaxed, as she proved true to form and we texted back and forth about her trip to the Veterinarian that day.

My daughter arrived and I ordered a pizza. The pizza arrived and I texted Sean. He texted back that he would be there in 10. I fixed my makeup and was ready to leave when I got his call. He was on the patio. Some of our other friends were there too. I hopped in my van and drove over.

It was actually a decent time. I liked Art and Kathlene. Kathlene was a knockout with a filthy mouth and she always cracked me up. I was a little irritated we were outside because I couldn't see the bar. I strained to see through the hedge to the front door. I would never know if Kevin arrived. 

My third glass of wine in me, I had stopped worrying and had nearly even forgotten to look for him. I had to pee though so I slipped free of the table and wandered inside to the ladies. 

I mentioned earlier I felt like a slut. It's not a way I feel about myself normally. Mostly, I think I'm the opposite of a slut, you can choose the word you prefer for it. For the life of me, I don't know what got into me when I passed him at the bar. It could have been three glasses of wine. It could have been having had sexual thoughts all day. It could have been the pent up sexual frustration that comes from twenty-two years of marriage. Whatever it was it was not like me. 

"Hi." He said.

"Hi." I replied, shaking his hand.

"Are you here alone?" I asked. It was odd the way he had been just sitting there holding his beer.

"Yes." He said.

I looked both ways, as if I was crossing the street. I guess I was looking for someone that might know me, I'm not sure. Whatever I was looking for I didn't see. I leaned in to him and whispered in his ear. "Follow me." I said.

I darted along the bar moving quickly. He followed. We moved smoothly through the part of the bar that was more restaurant than bar. I passed he ladies and pressed the bar on the back door. It swung open to the alley. I turned and looked. He was taller and lankier in person but he was cuter too. His hair flopped with each step. I thought of the hippie from Scooby doo. 

The alley was also parking. There were two lines of cars. I spotted the largest. It was a pickup, large and black with immense tired. I moved quickly intil I was between the truck and a wall. There were half dead oleanders, trash and cigarette butts. He was a step behind me. When he rounded the corner I reached up and grabbed him by the neck.

He was stunned but kissed me back. It was too hurried to be enjoyed. My heard raced. I dropped my purse the asphalt using it to pad knee. I really hoped I didn't mar the leather, it was an expensive bag. I tugged at his canvas belt. Khaki shorts fell to his knees. He was half way there. By the time I worked it through the fly of his boxers, it had grown to at least ten inches. Even before I was married I had never seen one as long. I placed him into my mouth. 

It wasn't my best work. I would need to practice to take a dick that long. I kept gagging. In the end, it was more of a hand job than anything else. He moaned appreciatively and I kept my lips sealed around his thin head. Happily it didn't take long. He rewarded my efforts with a moan and a bountiful explosion of almost sweet tasting cum. I milked his schlong for every last drop in the hopes he would let me do this again. When he was done I pulled away. He tugged his pants up. Not I really had to fucking pee.

"Text me on Monday I told him."

"Yeah. Oh, I will." He said. I left him standing there. His cock was still hard, I could tell by the awkward bulge in his pants. I scurried back inside.

"Are you okay?" he asked. He scared me to the point I almost fell to the floor. I had slipped easily enough into the ladies but he was standing there when I came out.

"You scared the shit out of me. Don't do that." I chastised him. "I'm fine. Lady stuff."

"Ah. I was worried." He said. "I'll meet you at the table."

"'K" I answered as he slipped into the men's room. I sauntered back to the table. I passed Kevin as I did. He was back on his barstool. I ran my fingers over his shoulder as I passed.

I settled down at the table and ordered more wine. I decided to get good and shitty. It was going to be a long wait for Monday.



Bored and Horny



Author's Note: This one's for all those who don't approve of silliness. I promise it's a real story this time.

*****

I arrived at my parents' house around mid-morning. I hadn't been thrilled about being asked to look after my little sister, but mom had insisted that she shouldn't be left alone. Apparently having a little eye surgery meant Brianna needed a babysitter while she recovered, despite having just turned nineteen and being more than old enough to look after herself. It was almost worth doing it just for the opportunity to tease her about it.

Mom and dad were already gone by the time I got there. I let myself in and went in search of my sister. I didn't bother calling for her because I kind of wanted to see if I could sneak up on her. A little temporary eyesight trouble on her part wasn't going to get in the way of my brotherly instincts.

Unfortunately, she must have heard me coming because she was looking right at me when I found her lying on the living room couch. I examined her silently for a moment while she squinted back at me.

"Lee?" she asked. "That's you, right?"

"Mm-hm. So you really are blind, huh?"

I pushed her feet off the couch to give myself a place to sit. Brianna stuck her tongue out at me and curled her legs up toward the rest of her body so she could keep lying comfortably.

"M'not blind. Just can't see well. Everything's all blurry. It's supposed to get better though. That's what they say. I'll be able to see better than before."

"Fat lot of good it's doing you now."

I waved my hand in front of her face just to find out if she could see it. She swatted at me, but was unable to make contact.

"Cut it out, you jerk. For once in your life could you just be nice to me for a while?"

"I'm always nice to you."

"Then I pity the people you're mean to."

I laughed while Brianna just shook her head. She couldn't have been too bothered. She'd had her whole life to get used to me.

"So why do you have the tv on?" I asked, nodding toward it despite the fact that Brianna probably wouldn't notice the gesture.

"Why do I have the tv on? You mean because I can't see it very well? Let me put it this way; what else exactly am I supposed to do? Read? Go on the internet? Go for a run? You wanna know what all those activities have in common?"

"You need to be able to see to do them?"

Brianna clapped sarcastically for me.

"Bingo. I'm pretty sure I'll be bored out of my skull by the time my eyesight comes back."

"Is this really all you do? Just lie here and feel sorry for yourself?"

"Pretty much." She held up her fingers to check things off. "Eat, sleep, lie on couch wallowing in self-pity. That'd be about it."

Brianna looked like she'd just climbed out of bed. She was wearing a loose t-shirt that she'd probably slept in the night before, and nothing in the way of pants. When I examined her more closely, I realized I could see her panties peeking out from underneath her shirt.

"Maybe you should consider getting dressed."

"Why? What's the point? "

"I dunno. Maybe just 'cause then I wouldn't be able to see your underwear?"

Brianna took her time in reacting. She pulled her shirt down a little further so that she was covered up, but didn't seem to care about what I'd seen.

"Don't look if you don't want to see," she said. "It's not like I can tell what's showing."

"If you were dressed it wouldn't be an issue."

"Come on, Lee. I'm not going anywhere all day, what's the point? Or are you gonna keep bugging me about this?"

"I don't give a shit. If you don't care who sees your panties, then why should I?"

I reached over and yanked her shirt up above her waist, revealing far more than before. Brianna pulled it back down almost as quickly.

"Fuck off," she said.

"Or what?"

I tried to lift her shirt again, but she hung on to it this time. We got into a brief scuffle over it, with neither of us able to gain any real advantage.

"Get off, you perv," Brianna said.

She finally decided to get her legs involved and started kicking me. That forced me switch my focus. I grabbed her ankles and held on, despite her attempts to free herself. After a moment I stood up and pulled her off the couch. She fell to the floor with a thud and just lay there. I retook my seat.

"You know you can't fight me," I said. "Even when you can see."

"Some brothers would take it easy on their incapacitated sibling," Brianna said. "You know, at least wait until there's some challenge in it."

She was still lying on her back where she'd landed. Her shirt had ridden up again when I'd dragged her off the couch and she hadn't fixed it. She must have been able to tell it wasn't covering her properly this time.

"Yeah, I could take it easy. Wouldn't be very much fun in that. Then we'd both just be sitting around waiting for your sight to come back."

Brianna's panties weren't particularly sexy, just some plain white cotton things, but somehow they fascinated me. It probably had something to do with the way they were on display for me. I'd never known my sister to let me catch a peek so freely before. I probably shouldn't have been taking advantage of her moping, but it was a fairly unique opportunity. I'd probably never get a chance like it again.

"Are you staring at my underwear again?" she asked.

"No," I said.

"Liar."

"I'm hurt by your lack of trust. You can't actually see me, so you're clearly just making unfounded accusations."

"I can too see you. Just... not well."

"That's what I thought. And cover yourself properly if you don't want me to look."

Brianna climbed carefully to her feet and moved directly in front of me. Her shirt had fallen back down into place when she stood up.

"You were so looking," she said.

"We're just going around in circles now."

"Whatever. Do what you want. I'm going to go take a shower."

"Need me help you get undressed?"

Brianna took a swing at me, but I was able to dodge it fairly easily. She might have actually had a point about her not being a challenge to pick on. Somehow it just wasn't the same when she couldn't fight back properly.

"Asshole," she said.

She walked off leaving me giggling to myself. With nothing better to do, I flipped through channels on the tv to try and find something worth watching. I'd only been at it for a couple minutes when I hear my name being called.

"Lee!"

"What?" I called back.

"Come here for a sec."

I rolled my eyes and trudged up the stairs to the bathroom. I could hear the shower running inside. I wasn't sure whether Brianna had gotten yet or not, so I spoke through the door instead of opening it.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Someone moved my shampoo," Brianna said. "I can't find it."

"Well... can you use a different one?"

"I don't know what any of the bottles are. I can't read them. I should be able to recognize mine by the colour and I don't see it."

"I... what exactly do you want me to do?"

"Just come in, tell me if you see it. But don't look!"

"You're a big ol' bundle of confusing this morning, you know that?" I said as I swung the door open.

The first thing I determined upon entering was that Brianna was definitely in the shower already. Her shirt and panties had been discarded on the floor, and a fresh towel hung nearby ready to be used. At least she hadn't gone in totally unprepared.

As I stepped further into the room, I made out my sister's silhouette behind the shower curtain. I couldn't see any details, just the general shape of her naked body. I probably wasn't supposed to be looking at all, regardless of whether or not I discern anything naughty.

"Do you see it?" Brianna asked.

"There's a couple of bottle on the counter here," I said. "There's a green one and-"

"That's probably it. Hand it to me please?"

Brianna stuck her arm out around the curtain, holding her hand out for the bottle. I gave her the green one, then waited. I heard the lid being popped, then the faint sound of my sister smelling the contents.

"Is that it?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Want me to do your back while I'm here?"

Her arm appeared from behind the curtain again, this time moving at high speed and holding a different bottle. I was barely able to avoid being hit by the projectile as she launched it in my direction, and it bounced off of the counter that I'd been standing in front of.

"Don't be so gross!" she yelled.

"Helpful," I corrected her. "I'm being helpful."

She launched a bar of soap at me next, this time farther off the mark. I moved toward the doorway in case she decided to keep throwing things. I was sure she had more ammunition to use if she so chose. She'd tag me eventually if I let her keep going, even with her lousy aim.

"Would you just... just leave already. I'm fine now. And if not, I'll work it out my own."

"Just remember you're the one who called me in."

"Whatever."

As I stepped back into the hallway, I heard a rustling noise behind me. I turned around to find Brianna had stuck her head out to make sure I was gone. She must not have realized that even though I couldn't see much of her directly, the mirror gave me a pretty good angle. It hadn't had a chance to fully fog up yet, and gave me a decent view of my sister's upper body.

I stood frozen in place at the sight of Brianna's naked breasts. She had no idea I could see them, so she made no attempt to cover them or withdraw behind the curtain.

"I can still see you," she said. "If you're gonna lurk out there, you could at least be a little bit sneaky about it. We've established that I'm not completely blind."

"Didn't want to go too far in case you needed something again," I mumbled, failing to come up with a good retort.

I was seriously thrown off by the partial view of my naked sister. I had no idea how to handle it. Despite my teasing and comments designed specifically to get a reaction from her, I'd had no intention of actually seeing her undressed. That went beyond the allowable limit of brotherly torture. I felt kind of guilty about it, but I kept looking.

"Maybe close the door then?" Brianna suggested. "You can stand out in the hallway all you like as long as you aren't trying to peek."

I closed the door, then left. I returned to the living room, no longer interested in what was on the tv. My mind was fully occupied with the image of my sister's round, perky breasts. I was kind of upset with myself for it, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I shouldn't worry about it so much. I hadn't meant for it to happen. It was an accident. Brianna didn't even know I'd seen anything, so it wasn't like there'd be any fallout from the situation.

My powers of rationalization pulled through, and soon the guilt began to fade away. The memory of the event lingered for a while afterward. Boobs were boobs, after all. I couldn't help it that my sister's were so nice.

After a while I heard the bathroom door open upstairs. I assumed that Brianna must have been done with her shower. She didn't call me back to help her with anything, so I probably should have just stayed where I was. I chose not to.

Perhaps I'd rationalized too well. Instead of doing everything possible to avoid seeing my sister naked again, I made my way casually upstairs. Brianna had vacated the bathroom, as I'd suspected. She'd left a bit of a mess, but nothing major. In all likelihood she'd gone to her room to get changed. I debated for a moment whether I should bug her some more or leave her be for a while. Proper timing was critical when it came to keeping her annoyed, but not genuinely upset. I decided she could probably handle a little more since she'd had a break.

I wandered down the hall to her bedroom, planning what I'd say in my head. I was leaning toward asking her when she was going to clean up after herself in the bathroom. It wasn't terribly innovative, but it would probably bug her a little. At the very least she'd whine about how she couldn't see, and that I should do it for her.

Brianna's door wasn't closed. That didn't strike me as all that strange at first. It wasn't until I realized she was still in the process of getting changed that I figured out something was amiss. I had been about to say something to her, but stopped when I saw that she was only wearing a towel.

As I kept watching I learned that her process of getting dressed was dramatically slowed down by the difficulty she had in picking out the articles of clothing that she wanted. Instead of just rummaging through her drawers until she found what she wanted, it appeared that she had to find something that was more or less the correct colour, then hold it up close to her face to be able to try and make out the details. She had most of her outfit picked out by the time I arrived, but while I was there she went through half a dozen pairs of panties until she found the ones she wanted.

I wasn't sure how long I dared stand there without announcing myself. Even with her limited eyesight, there was a chance Brianna would spot me, or perhaps hear me if I made a noise. The longer I waited, the higher the chance of discovery. It would certainly bug her if she found out that I'd been watching her get dressed, but not necessarily in the way I wanted.

Before I could make a decision one way or the other, Brianna stepped into her panties and slid them up her legs. Her towel was still wrapped around her and covered her fairly well, but I got a quick flash of her butt when she pulled her underwear all the way up. I felt a momentary pang of guilt about watching it, but that went away when she dropped her towel.

My little sister stood naked in her room except for the small pair of panties she had just put on. She was facing away from me for the most part, so all I got were quick glimpses of the sides of her boobs. Her butt looked really good in the panties she'd chosen so I mostly stared at it instead. When she put on a shirt, I decided it was about time to stop perving.

I snuck backward several steps, then walked back to Brianna's room. This time I purposefully made louder sounds as I moved so that she would be able to hear me. I let my feet drop heavily and tapped my hand against the wall a few times purely for the extra noise.

"Hey, Bree," I said as I returned to her doorway. "What do you- are you changing?"

She was just pulling on a pair of shorts to complete her outfit. I noted absently that they hugged her ass nicely.

"Yeah, I was," she said. "I'm really starting to wonder about you. You seemed obsessed with trying to sneak peeks at me."

"Whoa, I don't think so. You're the one who left your door open."

"Maybe 'cause you were downstairs. How was I supposed to know you'd be creeping around up here? And let's not forget you trying to hop in the shower with me earlier."

"You know damn well I was joking."

"Do I though? It's hard to tell with you sometimes."

"Fine. Be that way."

I turned around and left the room. I must have been more mentally off-balance than I thought. Brianna was turning things around on me and getting under my skin instead of me getting under hers. I didn't like it when that happened.

Instead of worrying about it too much, I reminded myself that I actually had been peeking on her, so getting offended at the accusations was kind of silly. Thinking that way helped a little, if only because she didn't know that I'd seen her. At the very least it meant I had knowledge that she didn't. It wasn't much, but it was a small advantage.

****

Brianna and I went about the rest of our day more or less as usual. We took the occasional verbal jab at one another, but I stayed a little more quiet and withdrawn than I normally would have. I wasn't sure if she picked up on that or not.

We ended up spending most of the evening and into the night watching movies. Or rather, I'd watch and Brianna would complain about not being able to tell what was going on. Sometimes I'd describe what was happening on screen and wait for the right moment to start completely making shit up. She bought it a few times, but she generally knew when I was lying to her. It was kind of fun.

I eventually started getting sleepy. We were both sitting on the couch, each of us on out own side. I curled up in my corner and let my eyelids close a little. I wasn't quite ready for bed yet, but I was getting there. I intended to at least wait for the end of the movie.

After another half hour I was getting seriously tired. I had to fight to keep my eyes open. I shut them for a minute, then opened them again. All that accomplished was making it harder to stay awake. At some point I must have fallen asleep.

The next thing I knew the room was dark. The movie had ended, and the only illumination was from the blank tv screen. I opened my eyes, but didn't move right away. Something seemed off, but I wasn't sure what it was.

Brianna was sitting exactly where she had been before. There was a soft sound coming from her direction that I couldn't identify. I focused my attention on her and saw that her eyes appeared to be closed, and her mouth slightly open. At first I thought that maybe she was asleep and making small noises as a result of her dreams. I soon realized that wasn't the case.

It wasn't all that obvious in the darkened room, but Brianna had pulled her shorts down slightly. One of her hands was inside her panties. She was barely moving and clearly trying her best not to make any noise, but the small gasps that escaped must have been as a result of her fingering herself.

My confusion cleared away for a moment as I decided I must have been the one dreaming. That would explain what I was witnessing, to some extent. I'd seen my sister in a sexual way during the day and now it was showing up in my unconscious mind. I wasn't entirely happy about it, but it made sense.

My brief state of clarity didn't last very long. I had to face the fact that I wasn't dreaming, and that Brianna was masturbating right next to me. I wasn't sure whether to be turned on, concerned, suspicious, or whether I should just go back to being confused.

"It's kind of funny," Brianna said, startling me slightly. "You know what they say about being blind and having your other senses compensate? I don't know if I buy that or anything, but maybe it's not complete bullshit."

I said nothing since I wasn't yet sure what she was getting at. I wasn't even a hundred percent certain that she was talking to me. She could have just been thinking out loud.

"Thing is," she continued, "there's a big difference in your breathing when you're sleeping from when you're awake."

I played possum for another few seconds even though I knew she knew I was awake.

"Okay, I'll bite," I finally said. "Bree, why the hell are you playing with yourself while I'm right here?"

I adjusted my position so I was sitting up straighter. Brianna's hand was still moving under her panties. It was a little disconcerting how calm she was about getting caught masturbating. She hadn't even been all that sneaky about it to begin with.

"I was horny," she said.

"Is this... are you trying to get back at me somehow?" I asked. "Are you trying to weird me out?"

"Well you were kind of asking for it earlier. But no, I'm not. Although I was kind of hoping for more of a reaction out of you. I should have known better I suppose. This is pretty much business as usual for you today, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

I had a bad feeling that I knew exactly what she meant. My mind went back to when she'd been in the shower and I had assumed she couldn't tell that I could see her breasts.

"Just 'cause I can't see well doesn't mean I'm blind, dummy. It also doesn't mean I can't hear you." A predatory smile slowly crossed her face. "You're not nearly as sneaky as you think you are. I know you were perving on me when you thought you wouldn't get caught. That's kind of bad of you, big bro."




Bored and Horny On Travel



My job requires me to travel all over the country, sometimes for weeks. To elevate the boredom, and my horniess, I began to trade emails with my wife to pass the time when I'm not working. Here's one of many emails sent to my wife, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it, and living it once I got home.
All names have been changed to protect the perverted. LOL


Good Morning Lover
I'll be home tomorrow and I just can't wait. As I read your email it makes me very, very hot, but I guess that was what you had in mind, I don't know how much longer I can wait to see you, it's driving me absolutely crazy, (I know, short drive  LOL). I promised myself I wouldn't make myself cum today, but your email is making it very hard (both my cock, and resolve) not to. When you described what we were doing and when you wrote that you had shaved your pussy for me (I don't know why this drives me crazy, but it always has every time you've done it, I guess it's because it makes it easier for me to see your pussy, stroke it, smell it and taste it) my cock got instantly hard. I can feel you against me, feel how smooth you are as my hands roam all over your body. I reach down to rearrange my cock through my pants while I'm typing this, it jumps as I touch it, but I will not make myself cum. 

Seriously, I miss you so bad it hurts, this is the longest I've ever been away from you at one time, and I don't like it. I never want to be away from you this long again. I miss the sight off you, your voice, your smell, the feel of your arms around me, the feel of your molded against me, and the feel of you around me. These emails are the only thing that's been keeping me in one piece this last week. This will more then likely be the last email, because I won't have time in the morning, I have to be at the airport by 5:00 am, unless you reply back later today so I can something to read before bed.

Well than, lets continue were we left off,,

As we lay together in bed holding each other, both of us are breathing heavy and our hearts are beating like a drum, we stroke each other trying to catch our breath and so that we can actually move, you made me cum so hard again that my legs feel like jelly. You say softly in my ear that your thirsty, and need something to drink, "I can take care of that" I say back. 

I get up, my legs almost buckling, and put my cutoffs on, I go into the kitchen to get the bottle of wine I know you like I had chilling and two glasses. I get back into our bedroom and stand there for a minute, just looking at you lying on the bed, you look so beautiful and so very hot and sexy. I walk over, set the wine down, and remove my cutoffs, I pour us two glasses of wine and bring one over to set yours on the night stand. The sight of you has started to get me hard again, as I reach you and set your wine down, you smile at me, reach out and take my cock in your hand, pulling me over to you. 

You smile at me again, and say " Oh, poor baby, did I do that?" You pull me closer and take me in your mouth for one long lingering suck up and down my cock. You get a wicked little grin on your face and say, "Wine first, get into bed with me, we have all night".

I get into bed, you come up against me and we just sit there drinking wine, and lightly stroking each other. We finish the wine, and lay back just holding each other. As both of us hot and sweaty, I grab your hand and say, "let's jump into the shower to cool off, before we start  again". 

We jump into the shower, the water neither to hot to make it worse or to cold as to drive the desire out of us. As the water cascades down on us, I reach for the shampoo and gently wash your hair, I rinse you off and grab the bottle of soap and a wash cloth and start to wash every bit of you. You are standing in front off me, my cock laying between your gorgeous ass cheeks and I spend extra time washing your oh so smooth pussy clean and run my hands over it, just slipping the tip of my finger in you. I run my hands up to cup your breasts, my fingers letting your soapy nipples slid between them. You have such beautiful breasts, they are so big and full and I love the way your nipples harden up when I stroke them. You turn around in my arms and rub yourself up and down me, getting me all soapy.

"My turn" you say, and reach for the shampoo. You wash my hair, massaging my scalp, you rinse me off and grab the soap. You start to wash me, rubbing your hands all over my body, your put your arms around me and start rubbing my shoulders and neck with your soapy hands. 

You start working your way down, your hands sliding all over me, you reach my ass and run your hands between my cheeks, with one soapy finger you circle my asshole and push it in and out, smiling at me and saying, "need for everything to be clean, don't we?"

You start washing the front of me, starting on my chest, your hands linger on my nipples, rubbing and tweaking them like I do to you, the drives me up a wall, I don't know why, but it does. You continue down, washing my cock and balls with your soapy hands, pulling and stroking them. You can feel my cock throb in your hands and you say "Not, yet" smiling you work your way down my legs and then back up to my cock. As your hands linger on me, just barely touching me as you stroke me, you say, "You know, fair is fair, I shaved for you, maybe you should for me".

I had already trimmed the hair back some when I took a shower earlier, but the thought of me using a razor on myself makes me a little apprehensive, I mean hell, I cut myself shaving, I don't know if I trust myself to do this without causing serious damage. I mean, with my luck, I'd end up slipping, and cutting some off, I don't have all that much to begin with, don't want to make it any shorter. But, the idea is appealing, so I say to you, "I don't trust myself with the razor, can you help?" 

You smile a wicked little smile and reach for the razor, stroking my cock to get it all soapy, you start to shave me, getting all the hair off the shaft, making the rest very short. I'm not completely bald, but all the good parts are. We rinse each other off, and get out of the shower. We dry each other off, get another glass of wine and get back into bed.

(Thinking about and writing this has me hard as a rock, my pants are causing it to bend in ways it shouldn't, so I take them off. As I do, I notice the big wet spot on my shorts from all the precum that's been leaking out of me. This has made me horny as hell, but, I'm not going to do anything about it, I want to save it for you when I get home)

As we lay in bed, drinking our wine, we start to stroke each other, getting more excited as we go. The shower has cooled us off, but with everything that went on in there, has made as both hot as hell. You roll on top of me and we kiss, you start kissing my face and working down my body. You stop at my chest, kissing and sucking on my nipples, making them hard and making me shudder. Your hands and lips are all over me as work your way down. 

I reach for you and you smack my hand, shaking your head you say "Not, yet, you'll get your turn". Your hard nipples are dragging across my body, the feel of them on me driving both of us crazy. You continue to tease me. I moaned as you kiss my stomach, your breasts rubbing against the insides of my thighs, you move back up, my cock sliding between your firm, fleshy tits. You smiled up at me as you reached down to press your breasts together, squashing my cock between them.

"Oh, baby! That's feels so damn good!" I gasp as you rock slowly back and forth, my cock sliding between your breasts. 

"Glad you approve," You say, before flicking your tongue over my cock tip as it pokes from your cleavage. I groaned as you coat the head of my cock with a warm film of saliva. 

My cock, now so hard and wet, is sliding between your breasts as you rock back and forth, back and forth. You stop and work your way back up, kissing as you go. When you reach my face, you take my head in both hands and kiss me long and hard. You back off, smile wickedly as the tip of your tongue licks my nose.

With the wicked little grin still own your face, you reach down and rub your hand over my cock and you ask, "Did you like that?" 

I smile and assure you that I did, I love anything you do to me. You smile with a satisfied look on your face and roll back on the bed. You spread your legs, reaching down spreading the lips of your pussy and say. "Your, turn. I want your tongue in and on my pussy now." 

Now how can I refuse and order like that. I smile, as a thought runs through my mind and say. "As you wish" (as we all know, that means I love you). You laugh as I start licking my way down to your pussy, sliding between your legs. I make myself comfortable as I plan on being here for a while, like until you beg me to stop, but I won't until you've cum more times then you can count. 

As I start lick and kiss your sweet pussy, you reach down and hold on to my head, directing me were you want me to go. I feel your hands hold my head tighter pulling my tongue further into you, and I know that your cumming. Your pussy juices are running all over my tongue as it's buried deep in your pussy. I push my tongue in and out like it was my dick, tongue fucking you. I lick my way up to your clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue, by now you are holding my head between your hands tight, grinding yourself on my face, your juices all over my face. I stop and lick my way down your slit, you taste so sweet and the smell of your cum is making me light headed. I put my hands on your thighs, pushing them up so I can get at all of you. 

As your spread wide open to me, I lick my way down to your ass, I start licking your hole and then tongue fuck it for good measure. By know you are squirming all over the bed, asking me to stop and fuck you. I stop, and work my way back up to your face, my cock seeping precum all over your leg. 

As I kiss you, smile and say "Not yet" 

I dive back down and bury my face between your legs and start all over again. As I eat you, I run my hands up to your breasts, your hard nipples between my fingers. You begin to shake and shudder as you cum again and again, you beg me to please stop as your thighs squeeze my head tight. Your begging me to stop but you legs are around my head holding me there. I lick you from top to bottom of your lips one last time, sucking on your clit. I gently pull your legs apart so can I move, and move up along side of you. I stroke your smooth body until you calm down a bit, not much, I don't want you completely calm, once you stop shuddering, you reach over and grab my dick hard saying, "I want this in me now!!" To which I can only reply, "As you wish"

(By now the wet spot on my shorts has gotten bigger, I can feel the precum all over my leg, wet and slippery, it feels like I have cum all over myself, without even touching it, but I haven't, my cock is throbbing and shaking because I want to be in you so bad. It's begging me to stroke it, to make it shoot, as I think about making love to you.)

As we lay there, I pick up your leg and put it over mine, sliding between your legs on my side, I don't know what this position you showed me is called, but I love it because it lets me reach you with my hands as I stroke in and out of you. As we lay meshed together, I run my hands over you, I stroke in and out of you hard, the feeling of your smooth, hairless pussy rubbing on my cock driving me to fuck you harder and harder. I reach down and rub your clit, sometimes back and forth and sometimes in a circle, as I touch you, I feel you cum, your pussy squeezing my cock. I feel my own orgasm starting to build, my balls are aching to release into you, to make you mine once again. 

I try to slow down, I want this to last forever, I want to feel you sliding on me forever, I bury myself in you as far as I can go and try to stop, to calm down, but, I start to think about how tight you are, how wet you are, and so, so, so hot, I feel like my dick is between a piece of velvet. 

As I lay there buried in you, my orgasm comes on its own, even without me moving, just because of the feel of you around me. "Oh God, baby, I'm cumming, please cum with me" 

My cum is shooting deep into you, I can feel your pussy squeeze my cock harder then I've ever felt before, I feel your entire body shuddering next to mine , as you cum screaming my name, "I'm cumming too" Our orgasm's go on and on, neither of us can stop cumming. 

(OK, I am soooooo fucking horny, as I'm typing this, the precum is leaking out of my cock in a steady stream, I can't remember that last time that has happened. My cock is begging for release, to shoot all over myself. I want to move it, but, I afraid if I even touch it. It will blast all over the place, and I don't want that. I still want to wait for you)

As we lay there, locked together, my cock still buried deep in you, we start to calm down. Our breaths are coming in gasps, my heart is pounding so hard, that I think it will pound out my chest. We gradually calm down as we run our hands over each other, still locked together, you reach over and grab the glass of wine on the night stand. Taking a long drink, you hold the glass to my lips to let me drink saying, "I don't want you to move yet so you'll have to drink from mine" 

We lay there locked together, my cock still in you, as we lay there I once again thank the Goddess for you. Baby, you are the most beautiful, sexy, hot, loving wife any man can have. I have to be the most luckiest man in the world. When I am in work, and all off us are just sitting around talking, all these guys do is complain about their wives or girlfriends and I pity them, I really do because NONE of them have a wife and best friend like I do. My only regret, is that we couldn't get together before we did, that way both of us could have been happy much sooner. But, better later, then never, I have you now, the only women in the world who can make me feel like this, you love me even with all my faults. Not every woman would but up with what you have to, the trips, ect. ect. But you do, and it makes me love and worship you even more.

We lay there locked together, our breathing starting to come more easier and lighter, you whisper to me, "I love you" and I respond back that, "I love you to". We fall to sleep, your beautiful body wrapped around me, and my cock still buried deep in your pussy. As I wake up in the morning, rested and relaxed, I realize that we feel asleep still joined. As I think on that, I feel my cock start to grow in you, so I figure, what the heck, I start to stroke my cock in and out of you. 

As I start to make love to you, you wake up smile at me and say, "Good morning lover".......

but, that's another story for another day..



Rereading the letter and proof reading it has brought me to the point where I have no choice but to do something about it. The reading of the letter and the memory of all the real times we've made love makes me think of nothing but you and making myself cum. By now my cock is so hard it hurts and is constantly leaking precum from the tip making me all slippery and wet. I stand up and take off my shorts, my cock is standing straight out, and I walk to bathroom to get some lotion and a towel to clean myself after I'm done. 

I lay the towel on the bed and arrange the pillows so that I'm sitting up and put the bottle of lotion on the night stand next to the bed. I lay down and make myself comfortable, I reach down and stroke my cock and knead my balls trying to imagine your soft hand there instead of my calloused and rough one. Since I started writing the letter, I've almost shoot my load more times than you can imagine, the thinking about what I was going to write, the writing, and thinking about us doing what I wrote has made me so very horny that all I can do is think about you and your incredibly beautiful and sexy body. I reach over and pour some of the lotion in my hand and work it all over my cock and balls, the cool lotion on my hot cock makes me jump a little. I start down on my balls and slide my hand slowly up my cock, and then back down, trying to see in my mind's eye you doing to me instead of myself. 

I close my eyes and think of you while my hand moves up and down, every so often I have to stop because I want to make the feeling last a while. After about 5 minutes of this, I can almost feel you next to me, stroking me, bring me to the brink, stopping, and then starting again. My mind is spinning and when I open my eyes I can almost see you here, but when my vision clears all I see is my hand slowly sliding up and down my throbbing cock. My other hand is caressing my ball sack as I imagine it is your fingers lightly squeezing my balls. I spread my legs, I bend my knees slightly. Still stroking myself, I reach down with my other hand and start to rub lotion on my asshole, around and in it. As I stroke myself, I try to use my finger on myself like you do to me, but it's a little hard to reach, so I go back to just teasing my hole.

Oh Gods, what I would give for your tongue to be on me now. I love the way you use your lips and tongue to please me. I love the feel of your hot wet tongue as it travels the length of my cock, bathes my balls, crosses the patch of skin behind my balls. My hand starts to move more quickly up and down my cock, my precum is leaking from me like crazy, lubricating the way for my cum. 

Now I'm imagining my cock is plunging deep into your warm, wet cunt now. I can almost feel your weight on me as I imagine you're are atop me, riding me. The memory of your moaning and the words you know I love to hear you say as you ride me. I massage my balls as I pound my cock into my fist. I am lost somewhere between the reality of my masturbation and my fantasy of you riding my cock. As I get close to cumming, I finally am going to let myself cum, I actually cry out loud, "Ride me baby!, I love the feel of your pussy sliding up and down my cock" 

Then my entire body stiffens. My cock contracts and I squeeze the base of my cock and slowly run my hand up and loosen my grip as I get to the head, from all the times stopping myself and holding my cum in makes me shoot a long stream of cum out of me and over my stomach and chest, I gasp as I keep cumming and slide my hand once again up and down, another jet of cum shoots out, not with enough force to reach my chest this time but far enough. The feel of the warm cum landing on my body brings me fully to the sad reality that you're not here with me. I continue to milk and stroke my cock, the last of my cum oozing over my hand, I massage my balls working the last bit out of me. I look down at myself. I have small pools of thick white liquid dotting my chest and stomach. I am surprised I have cum so much, I guess all this time away from you has built it up. 

I lay here for a bit to catch my breath, but it's not as easy because you're not here holding me like you do after we make love. I get slowly up to clean myself off, as I look down at the bed all I can do is wish and dream that you were here with me or that I was there with you. I can't wait to get home to be with you, you are the most fantastic lover, I thank the Gods for you every day. You are the most beautiful, sexy, and fantastic wife a man could ask for. You turn me on like no other women ever has, every time I make love to you, it's like the first time we did it, only better and it's just gets better with each time. Well, I need to take a shower and clean all the cum off myself and get dressed.

I love you now and I'll love you a 1000 years from now.

I Love You, I Miss You, and I can't wait to see you tomorrow.

Your loving, and so very, very, very, very horny, wet husband



Bored and Horny



"If you knew, that means you let me look," I pointed out, desperate to not let her take the moral high ground. She probably deserved it, but I wasn't going to give in without a fight.

"I know, Lee. I did let you. I'm not mad."

"Then... why? What's the point of any of this? I'm pretty much convinced you're just trying some kind of serious mindfuck here, and it's working."

"And yet you're still talking to me."

Brianna had a point. If she was just messing with me, then I was letting her do it. I should have left as soon as I realized she was masturbating, and instead I'd engaged her in actual dialogue. I knew better than that.

"Okay," I said as I stood up. "I'll leave you to it then."

"I was bored."

I hesitated, then sat back down. It almost sounded like my sister might be ready to stop playing games.

"Bored?"

"Yeah, bored. The past few days have sucked. Between the hospital, and the doctor, and the waiting, and me not being able to see much of anything... I've been going crazy."

"I see."

"Not literally, don't even say it."

"Who says I was gonna?"

"You would have. I know you. Anyway, messed up as it is, you've actually helped keep me entertained today. I didn't mean to let you see my boobs when I was in the shower, but when I realized you were looking I kind of... didn't mind. I actually almost burst out laughing right there."

"You're right, that is messed up."

Brianna frowned. "Oh, shut up. Do we need to go over which one of us was perving on the other again?"

"I... no."

"That's what I thought."

She hadn't stopped playing with herself the whole time we'd been talking. The small movements of her panties that signified what her fingers were up to were strangely hypnotizing. Somehow, it neither turned me on, nor grossed me out to watch her masturbate. It was more of a novelty than anything. Until that night, I'd never given much thought to whether it was even something she did.

"You can jerk off too if you want," Brianna said softly.

"I don't think so."

"Suit yourself. If you're worried about me making fun of your penis, I wouldn't be able to see any details well enough for you to have to worry about it."

"I'm not... it isn't..." I stopped before I got too defensive. That was what she was looking for. "I'm not in the mood for it," I said instead.

"You mean you're not horny, right?"

"If you want to be blunt about it, then yes. That."

"Yeah, me either. I was, but... kind of not feeling it anymore." Brianna sighed and pulled her hand out of her panties. She pulled her shorts back up before standing up. "Maybe I'll just go to bed."

"'Kay. You, uh, want any help with that?"

The corners of her lips curled in a faint smirk.

"That almost sounded like a real offer of help," she said. "I'm fine though."

She went off to her room while I stayed where I was. I replayed the events of the past several minutes in my head. My instinctual reaction was still to think that something was seriously wrong with my sister. Boredom didn't come close to fully explaining her actions. I couldn't blame her though, not entirely. I had spied on her while she was in varying states of undress, and arguably that was more fucked up than anything she'd done.

I eventually gave up and left the house to go back to my place. I'd have to come back again the next day, but maybe things would make more sense by then.

****

Despite my reservations, I returned for a second day of 'babysitting.' I hoped that whatever weirdness there had been between Brianna and me would have dissipated over night. I wasn't overly optimistic about the odds of that being the case.

Brianna was just getting breakfast when I arrived. Unlike the day before, she was dressed a little more modestly in a t-shirt and pyjama pants. Her choice of outfit didn't necessarily mean anything, but I took it as a good sign.

"Hey," she said. "Listen, I'm sorry about yesterday. And I can see a lot better today, so you don't have to stick around if you don't want to. I won't tell Mom or anything."

I was kind of surprised to get an apology from her as our very first interaction of the day. I decided not to be a smartass about it.

"You know what? It's fine. We both did stupid shit yesterday. You had a better excuse for it than I did anyway."

"Maybe. I want to blame it on the medication they put me on, but honestly I don't think that had much to do with it. I'm pretty sure I was just bored and not thinking things through well enough."

"How 'bout we just say we're both dumbasses and leave it at that?"

"Fair enough."

With our immediate business concluded, Brianna went back to getting her breakfast. She got a box of cereal out and poured some in a bowl. When she went to grab the milk out of the fridge I snatched some of the cereal from her bowl, eating it dry.

"You could have just asked me to pour you a bowl too, dammit," she said.

"I didn't want a whole bowl full," I said.

"No, you just wanted to aggravate me. We had a good two minutes of mature dialogue, I s'pose that's probably about as good as I could hope for."

"Mature people can share, you know. Maybe that's something you still need to learn."

"You're such a little shit."

"Aw, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be."

I gave Brianna a surprise apology hug from behind while she was pouring her milk. She jumped at the unexpected contact and nearly poured the milk all over the floor instead.

"Cut it out! I'm hungry and I'm gonna be cranky if you make me spill this."

"Fine. I try to be nice and hug my sister, but nooo. Apparently that's bad too. I don't know wha-"

Brianna whirled around and delivered an impressively solid punch to my chest. She actually knocked me slightly off-balance, forcing me to take a step back to avoid falling over.

"You're so full of shit," she said.

"I'm also injured now, thanks to you," I said as I rubbed my chest where her fist had landed.

"Aw, poor bay-bee. Want your mommy to kiss it better?"

"Fuck off."

"Not as much fun when you're the one getting picked on, is it?"

Brianna walked past me to the living room with her cereal. I followed her for lack of anything better to do.

"Ugh, where'd the remote go?" she asked once she'd settled into her seat on the couch. "I thought I left it right here."

"So much for your eyesight coming back," I said.

"I said it was better, not that it was fully back. Can you just tell me if you see the remote and not be an ass about it?"

"Well if you're gonna call me names, I don't think I want to help."

"You're such a child."

I stuck my tongue out at her, but she ignored me. After a few seconds I gave in and took a quick look around the room. There was no sign of the remote.

"I honestly don't see it," I said. "It didn't get trapped under the cushions or something, did it?"

"I don't think so."

"Well... did you actually check?"

"I'm busy," she said, holding up her cereal.

"Fine. I'll do it. Get up for a sec."

Brianna grumbled about it, but she pushed herself to her feet. Or at least she tried to. I had no idea what happened, but somehow she tripped and fell to the floor. She managed to twist her body so that she landed on her shoulder rather than her face, but she dropped the cereal bowl she'd been holding. It shattered as it impacted the floor, making a sizeable mess.

"Fuck," Brianna said.

"How... what... you know what, never mind. Are you okay?"

"Physically? Yes. Mostly I just feel stupid. Pretty much par for the course lately."

She rolled onto her back, away from the puddle of milk she'd accidentally created. Part of her shirt had gotten hit before she moved, but it was only a small wet spot. As my eyes traveled downward from her shirt to her pyjama pants, I abruptly realized that they were sitting lower than usual.

"Bree, you, uh, might want to fix your pants."

I could just barely see the top of her pussy peeking out above the waist of her bottoms. They must have been pulled down a little as she fell, or maybe when she rolled over. I wasn't sure which.

"Ugh. I don't even care."

"But I can see your-"

"So don't look. Or do look. Whatever."

Brianna was on the verge of being legitimately upset. I could hear the warning signs in her voice. I always tried to walk the line between annoying her and truly pissing her off, but this time it hadn't been anything I did. At least not anything I'd done directly or on purpose.

"Come on, let's get you up," I said, extending my hand to help her to her feet.

She ignored me and continued to lie on the floor, giving no sign of wanting to move.

"I'm not going anywhere," she said. "Just gonna lie here all hungry and blind and cranky and there's nothing you can do about it."

Brianna folded her arms across her chest and extended her bottom lip slightly. She was getting dangerously close to sulk-mode. I really didn't want to deal with trying to cheer her up if she went into a full on pout.

"Well... you're mostly wrong, actually. You're not blind, for one. You're the one who keeps reminding me of that. Also, there is something I can do about it."

"Like what?"

"If you don't get up I'll pull your pyjama bottoms the rest of the way off."

She sighed. "Give it a rest, Lee. You keep threatening to do dirty, pervy things, but you never do. Not intentionally. It's all just to get a reaction out of me. I don't know why I keep falling for it, honestly. I should know better."

"I'm not kidding this time. You've obviously been going crazy the past few days, what with all the boredom and flashing me and shit. So what we're gonna do is get out of the house for a while and maybe restore a little sanity. I haven't decided where we'll go yet, but I'm open to suggestions."

"Maybe later. Ask me again in an hour."

"Nope. You've got ten seconds, then your pants are coming off and I'm gonna perv on you so hard."

"M'not playing your game this time. You're not getting a reaction out of me. I'm not doing it."

"Ten," I said. "Nine. Eight."

"Fuck off."

"Seven. Six."

I grabbed the ankles of her pyjama pants and made sure I had a decent grip. I actually wasn't sure what I was going to do if Brianna called my bluff. She was right about me just trying to get a reaction out of her. At least I had good intentions this time, unlike usual.

"Stop counting and just do it if you're gonna do it. I know you won't."

"Five. Four."

Brianna remained defiant and clearly believed that there was no chance I'd end up following through. Her indifference to my threat was what finally made up my mind for me.

"Threetwoone," I said, finishing the last few numbers as quickly as I could.

I pulled on her bottoms without giving her any further chance of giving in. The face she made when she felt her pants sliding down her legs was hilarious. She belatedly tried to stop me, but her waistband was already down to her mid-thigh before she could grab it. A tug of war match ensued. I was less interested in winning than I was in checking out her exposed pussy.

"What are you doing?!" Brianna demanded. "Fuck off! Let go!"

I ignored her.

She kept her pussy nicely trimmed with just a small patch of hair left above her slit. Despite her protests, I took my time in admiring her smooth, bare lips.

"You fucking perv!" she yelled.

She tried to kick me, but didn't have very much luck. Having her pant legs under my control made things tricky for her.

"Thought you didn't care," I said.

"I... you... fucking... whatever. Fuck."

Brianna let go and allowed me remove her bottoms. Her face masked over into a deliberately neutral expression. She kept her eyes on me though.

"You have a nice pussy," I said.

She blushed. "Shut up."

"It's true."

She looked way, way too hot lying there beneath me, naked from the waist down. Her long, bare legs and her smooth, sexy little pussy were enough to make my cock twitch in approval. I was about halfway to having a full erection in my pants.

"Dammit, Lee. You're such a perv."

"I guess maybe I am. But you've been encouraging me."

"Have not." Brianna's protests were getting weaker and weaker, and I was pretty sure she realized it too. "Okay. Maybe I like it when you look at me."

"You do, do you?"

"I said maybe. I just..." She squirmed a little under my gaze, simultaneously embarrassed and enjoying the attention, if I was reading her correctly. "I don't know what it is. When you look at me and think I can't tell... it's nice. I don't know how to describe it any better."

"What about right now?"

"Right now I think we're both being stupid."

"Well... you're not wrong. That wasn't really what I meant though."

I put my hand on her thigh, laying my palm flat across her bare skin. I wanted to touch her or, better yet, somehow convince her to touch me. I knew I should be ignoring those desires, but I was getting pretty turned on and not thinking clearly. Her pussy looked so tempting.

"When I was playing with myself last night, I kind of thought you were faking being asleep at first," Brianna said, pretending not to notice where my hand was. "I thought maybe you were watching me. I couldn't tell just by looking, not in the dark."

"You're a bad girl, Bree."

My hand slid steadily up her thigh. She lay perfectly still, allowing me to approach my eventual goal.

"Shut up. You're bad too. Look at what you're doing right now."

"So tell me to stop."

I paused briefly when I reached the top of Brianna's thigh. I didn't dare to look her in the eye. I was too afraid of what I'd see. It wasn't that I thought she'd be angry, but more that I suspected that all I'd see were my own feelings mirrored back to me. She had yet to tell me to stop, despite me asking her to.

My fingers glided lightly over her skin, the contact between our bodies growing fainter as I got closer to her pussy. I was terrified, and I didn't know why. I wanted to touch her, I really did, but I felt like I was approaching a land mine.

"You know something?" Brianna said, distracting me momentarily. "Spending time with you is never boring."

"Um... thanks?"

"In all the years I've known you, you've been mostly a pain in the ass, and occasionally nice, but never ever boring. I think that's what I needed."

Her breathing seemed slightly heavier than usual, and her face was noticeably flushed. She bit her lip when she saw me looking, but didn't say anything else.

"This is about the least boring thing we could be doing right now," I agreed. "But I'm not sure that's a good thing."

"It is, and it isn't. All depends on how you look at it."

Brianna's hips jerked upward when I made it to her pussy lips. My heart was beating fast, and seemed so loud to me that I was worried she could hear it. I was sure that Mom and Dad would burst in on us at any moment despite knowing that they wouldn't. It was just us and my paranoia.

I ran a finger up and down her slit. Even though I was being as gentle as I could, barely even touching her at times, I began to feel a surprising amount of moisture on my fingertip. The situation was hot in an illicit 'we shouldn't be doing this' kind of way, but somehow I hadn't expected her to get quite as turned on by it as I was.

I rubbed Brianna's pussy with greater confidence once I decided that she really wasn't going to stop me. We were both horny and slightly out of control, and in my mind it was somehow preferable for us both to be acting stupidly rather than just me.

Her hips gyrated under my touch as her body began to seek release. Initially I'd mostly been interested in my own deviant pleasure, but the way she was reacting triggered something in me. I wasn't sure if it was a purely sexual thing, or if because deep down I genuinely cared for my sister, but I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to make her cum. I gently increased the pressure on one of my fingers, letting it slide between her pussy lips and deeper inside of her.

"No!" she said suddenly.

Brianna clamped her legs together, trapping my hand.

"What? I thought... I thought it was okay."

Her abrupt change of heart confused me and, bizarrely, made me worry that I'd fucked up badly. I knew she'd been okay with me touching her, and I knew that I hadn't done anything seriously wrong, but her sudden denial managed to take away all my confidence in one fell swoop. I didn't understand what had happened.

"I'm sorry," she said, relaxing her legs. "Just... stay outside, okay? Just touch me on the outside."

"Oh. Okay. Sorry."

"Lee... honestly, it feels good, but..."

"No, it's fine, I get it. We should have boundaries."

"Thank you," she said with a tentative smile. "I kind of want to let you do what you were gonna do, but... I don't think we should. I mean, obviously we shouldn't. Fuck. I don't even know anymore."

"Do you want me to stop? Like, seriously this time. I will if you want me to."

She shook her head. "No. I want you to keep going. Just not inside me."

I nodded and returned my attention to her pussy. I resumed rubbing her slit, this time without making any attempt at penetrating her. It was still incredibly hot getting to finger her and watch her body react. The expression on her face was actually kind of adorable, which was a weird thing to realize. I never would have guessed that I'd end up providing that kind of pleasure to my little sister, yet here we were.

Brianna let out a soft moan. She had closed her eyes and was lying still except for some involuntary hip movement. I wondered if she was trying to pretend it was someone other than her brother touching her. Even though it shouldn't have made a difference to me, I kind of hoped that wasn't the case.

After a few minutes of rubbing her pussy, I regained some of my sense of adventure. Brianna's eyes being closed made it slightly easier to be brave, since I wasn't under quite as much scrutiny. I shifted my position and leaned down until my face was directly above where I was stroking her. I couldn't believe what I was thinking about doing, but I didn't want to back out. Her slit looked so wet and inviting.

Without giving myself any more time to chicken out, I moved my head down and licked the length of my sister's pussy. She gasped, and I was afraid she was about to shut me down again. I licked her again before she had a chance to do anything, then again and again. After about half a dozen times I relaxed a little, since she hadn't made any attempt at stopping me. I looked up at her to find her looking right back, her bottom lip held between her teeth.

"It's just on the outside," I said, as though I had some need to explain myself.

"Then why'd you stop?" she asked in a quiet voice.

I grinned and went back to licking her. Her pussy tasted good in a decidedly sexy kind of way. Originally the appeal had mostly been in the thrill and danger of it all, but even with the element of risk fading away I was still enjoying myself. It was probably the first time in my life that I'd been so enthusiastic about doing something that made my sister feel good.

While keeping my tongue busy, I moved one of my hands to the top of Brianna's slit. I started rubbing more or less where her clit should be and guided my fingers based on her reactions. I was able to gauge how well I was doing by paying attention to the wiggling of her hips and the moans that escaped her mouth.

Eventually my efforts were rewarded and I brought my sister to orgasm. A rush of juices washed over my tongue while faint mewls of pleasure came from above me. Her hips lifted off the floor a couple of times as she fought for control of her own body. She alternated stiffening and relaxing beneath me, and I felt her fingers grasping at my hair. I kept licking until she was done.

When I lifted my head to check on Brianna, I found that she was lying flat on her back with her eyelids drooped partly closed. She smiled lazily at me, and I smiled back. I was abnormally pleased with myself.




Bored and Horny



"You're welcome," I said.

Brianna giggled softly.

"You're rather full of yourself, aren't you? But I suppose maybe I should let you have that one. Just this once."

"How benevolent of you."

"Mm-hm." She sat up, putting our upper bodies closer together. She reached out hesitantly and touched my chin. "You looked kinda shiny. Guess that's my fault, isn't it?"

I wiped at the pussy juices on my face with the back of my arm.

"Did that get it?"

"You're asking the blind girl? You're much less shiny at least. That's about all I can tell."

We sat there awkwardly, neither of us quite sure what we were supposed to do next. All those years of living together hadn't taught us anything about what the proper etiquette was in the event of oral sex. Some brief, uncomfortable silence followed by going about the rest of our day and pretending nothing ever happened sounded about right.

"You've got quite a tent going on there," Brianna said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "Even I can tell. You're gonna need to take care of that."

"Yeah, I s'pose I should."

There was another moment of silence where I was pretty sure we were both thinking the same thing, but couldn't say it. Her pussy was still on display for me which meant my erection wasn't going anywhere.

"Dammit, Lee. Just take your pants off already. We're gonna be sitting here forever otherwise."

I couldn't help smirking a little.

"Is that an order?"

I stood up and started undoing my belt before she could come up with a retort. She watched intently as I pulled down my pants. It felt kind of surreal to be removing my boxers and letting her see my cock, even though she'd been bottomless for a while now. The way her face lit up when my erection came into view assuaged any lingering doubts I may have had.

It was always reassuring when a girl wasn't disappointed at the first sight of my cock. Brianna certainly didn't seem to be. She must have been able to see well enough to at least make out the general shape of it. The confidence boost her hungry stare gave me combined with my horniness made the situation a lot more comfortable for me. I sat back down next to her with my cock pointing up at an angle.

Brianna reached toward me, then stopped halfway.

"It's okay if I do it, right?" she said.

"I thought that was the whole point of me taking off my pants," I said.

"Don't be a smartass. I was just making sure."

I bit back my next comment. It seemed unwise to provoke an argument at that moment. I knew better than to piss of a girl who wanted to play with my penis.

Brianna's touch was delicate initially, much as mine had been on her. It was enough to make my cock twitch though. She smiled as she ran her fingers lightly up and down my shaft and watched my reactions.

"You got pretty hard just from touching your little sister," she said softly.

"So what?" I asked, figuring she was going to tease me about it.

"Just saying, that's all."

She took a firmer grip on me and began stroking the length of my erection. Her soft little fingers felt so good. The look of concentration on her face was kind of cute too. She soon fell into a constant rhythm of up and down strokes and appeared to be more confident about what she was doing.

"That feels really good," I breathed.

"Yeah, you looked like you were enjoying it." Brianna pushed her hair behind her ear with her free hand and adopted a thoughtful expression. "So... how much are you okay with me doing?"

"I... don't understand what you're asking."

"I just wanted... never mind. I'm sure you'll tell me if you want me to stop."

Brianna leaned down over my lap. My eyes widened as I watched her position herself for what looked like a blowjob. I wouldn't have thought she'd go for it, but I had no intention of protesting if she did. I groaned involuntarily as her tongue snaked out and flicked across the head of my cock.

"Fuuuck, Bree."

"You did lick me already," she mumbled from below. "Thought it would be okay if I did the same. It's not like there'd be any penetration going on."

I didn't try to make sense of her logic. I didn't particularly care if she had a point or not. I was far more interested in feeling her tongue traveling across my shaft. It was a huge change from her fingers and made what she was doing to me that much hotter.

Brianna alternated jerking me off and licking me from the base of my erection to the tip. The friction between her hand and my cock gradually decreased as more and more of her saliva coated my skin. It was no blowjob, but it was still pretty amazing and completely unique as far as my experiences went.

"Shit, Bree. You're gonna make me cum."

"That'd be the idea."

She stroked me faster, interspersing fewer and fewer licks as I got closer. I leaned back slightly as I felt my orgasm rising. My own little sister was about to make me cum, and I was loving it.

"I'm cumming," I said louder than necessary.

I got the warning out mere seconds before the first shot of cum erupted from my cock. With lightning fast reflexes, Brianna moved her free hand between her and my cock, blocking my semen from hitting her anywhere except her hands. She kept jerking me off the whole time, waiting until I was finished to release me. By the time I was done, there was a fairly large mess between my legs.

"That was kinda fun," Brianna said.

She brought her hands up to her face and squinted a little, examining them as best she could. It was just cum. I wasn't sure what the big deal was.

"Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome." She wiped her hands off on her previously discarded pyjama pants, then hesitated for a second before handing them to me. "These are gonna need washed anyway."

We cleaned ourselves up, getting as much of my cum wiped off our skin and the floor as possible. At almost the same moment we both remembered that we were sitting next to our sibling, each naked from the waist down. There was another brief moment of awkwardness between us.

"So, uh, shall we get dressed?" I asked, more to break the silence than anything.

"Probably should. But, uh, Lee?"

"Yeah?"

"I know we don't see each other that much anymore, but when we do... d'you think you'd want to try this again? Or whatever?"

I looked at her still-bare pussy, at my cock, and at the floor. All the sensations of the past half hour were fresh in my mind. It was weird to think that what we'd just done was probably the most fun we'd ever had together.

"Sure," I said. "I mean, obviously you need more practice. I should help you out with that."

"You fucking jerk! You had to go and ruin the moment, didn't you?"

Brianna hit me hard a couple times before I scrambled to my feet. She followed close behind me. I was laughing too hard to dodge properly so she was able to keep up with me pretty well. Eventually she started laughing too.

"Sorry," I said.

"No you're not. You're just an asshole. But sometimes... sometimes you're tolerable."

She moved past me on the way to her room. I stared at her naked butt as she walked without any attempt at being sneaky about it.

"Bree," I called after her.

"Yeah?"

"You have a nice ass."

She flipped me off over her shoulder just before leaving my line of sight. I sighed and looked around the room, making sure we hadn't missed anything. Only one thing was perfectly clear in my mind; we were definitely going to have to do that again.



Bored at a Convention in Florida



I was getting bored of the convention and decided that I deserved to take the day off and go find some fun. After all, I was staying at a 4 star hotel in Fort Lauderdale and surely I could get myself into some trouble here. I called my boss and told him that I was going to spend the rest of the day visiting with some friends that lived nearby. My boss thought that was a good idea since the convention was just about over and he told me he would see me the following Monday back at the office. The scene was now set, but I wasn't completely sure what sort adventure I was about to get myself into.

For some reason, every time I stay in a hotel room by myself I get the urge to explore my most deepest desires. Usually I don't have the chance to take action but this time was different. I was determined. I logged on to a few websites and tried to find a local female that might help get my adventure started. One of my darkest fantasies is to be dominated by a woman who would force me to do all sorts of things I would never do on my own. I suddenly noticed an ad with a picture of an attractive brunette woman in her mid thirties with a tag line that simply read "Submit to Mistress Sarah and I will fulfill all of your sexual needs - send a picture and await my response". The location of her ad indicated that she was located very close to where I was staying. I was so intrigued by the ad that I hit the reply button immediately, uploaded a picture of myself and nervously typed my response "Hi Mistress Sarah, I am in town now and ready for anything, Jay". 

I decided to get myself ready for what the night might bring so I went downstairs to the fitness center and after a quick workout I walked over to the tanning salon so I could add to my all over tan. The woman working at the tanning center was very attractive with long blond hair and showing her perfect ass in the tightest jeans I had ever seen. She told me her name was Renee and she had just moved to Florida from NYC. She walked me back to my room and showed me how to use the tanning bed and then turned and left the room giving me a devious smile as she closed the door behind her. 

I stripped naked in the room, crawled into the tanning bed and started to relax, fantasizing about Renee just beyond the other side of the door. I stroked my cock all the way to the brink of cumming but I stopped at the last minute to save my load for later. Once the tanning bed shut off I dried myself off with a towel, got dressed and walked back out to the lobby. Renee asked me how I enjoyed the session and I told her it was relaxing. She told me I looked great with my tan so I decided to be bold and ask her what she was doing after work and see if she'd like to get together for dinner or a drink. She told me she really didn't know many people in town yet and it sounded like fun so I took her number and told her I would give her a call later that afternoon since she had to work until 6 PM. 

When I got back to my room, I decided to tease myself and get myself worked up for my date later that night with Renee. I happened to check my e-mail, and there was an e-mail from a sender that I didn't recognize. It turned out to be Mistress Sarah! Excitedly, I opened up the message and it read, "You appear to have a very muscular body Slave Jay, my other slaves and I will surely enjoy playing with every inch of you" then there was simply a phone number at the end of the message and it was signed Mistress Sarah. What did she mean by "other slaves"? Was there a chance that there was going to be both men and women there? I wasn't sure if I was ready for this but I had to admit that I was rock hard and my heart started racing a million miles an hour. 

I took a deep breath and dialed the phone number on the screen. A sexy voiced woman answered the phone and said "hello". I told her it was slave Jay calling and she told me she was glad I had called and then she asked me if I was ready to give myself to her fully. My voice cracked and I asked her what she had in mind. She told me that I would find out soon enough. She then gave me directions to her place and told me to come over immediately. 

I decided to take a quick shower and shave my balls and ass completely since I wanted to make my body look as sexy as possible for my mistress. After I finished shaving myself I searched around for the soap and noticed that the hotel shower had a spray soap fixture located about shoulder height. I pressed down hard on the lever and a huge amount of creamy white soap came blasting out and landed on my chest, stomach and a small amount even hit my cock. This was an incredible feeling and I even started fantasizing that there was a guy cumming on me. I reached over and pressed the lever several more times pretending to give myself a cum shower. What was happening to me? I had never felt so hungry to satisfy my urges! 

After I finished getting ready, I left my hotel room, went to my rental car and started heading towards Mistress Sarah's house. The ride seemed like it was taking forever even though it only took about 20 minutes to get to her very nice house tucked away down a private driveway. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. 

When the door opened, I was greeted by a very attractive woman wearing a maid's outfit who introduced herself as Jenny. She took me into a bathroom and told me to undress and step into the warm shower. As soon as I did, she disrobed and followed me in, closing the shower door behind her. She told me to relax and then she proceeded to wash my entire body. She soaped up my cock and balls, rinsed them off and then she started to rub the bar of soap on my ass and even surprised me by sticking a finger in my asshole! She again told me to relax, saying that it was her job to make sure I was completely clean for Mistress Sarah. After my shower she toweled me dry and dressed me in some tight Calvin Klein brief shorts and a loose fitting shirt. 

She then led me into a large dimly lit room, gave me a cocktail and told me that Mistress Sarah would be with me shortly. I started to sip the cocktail, which seemed very strong, and then decided that I better pound the entire drink for what I was about to encounter. No sooner had I finished my drink when I heard Mistress Sarah enter the room and walk over to me. She was stunning, standing almost six feet tall in her black high heels, wearing a full fishnet stocking bodysuit and black high heels. She had a very skinny body and perky medium sized tits. 

She came over and gave me a hug and kissed me passionately, taking my tongue deep into her mouth while her hand grabbed my ass cheek firmly. Then she whispered into my ear and asked me if I was ready to obey her deepest desires. I let out a moan to let her know that I was ready, even though inside I was wondering what I had gotten myself into. 

She put a blindfold on me and had me stand up in the center of the room. She had me lean forward against the back of a couch and started gently massaging my legs and ass. I heard sounds that made me aware that we were not alone in the room and soon I was greeted by lips pressing gently against my own and hands rubbing through my hair, could this be Jenny? I kissed back which gave me an incredible feeling of not knowing who's mouth my tongue was now exploring. 

I felt more hands on my body and my shirt was removed. Hands were tugging on my underwear but they were left on me for now causing my erection to almost rip a hole through them. All of a sudden I was picked up by at least four people and carried over to another area of the room where I was laid down on my back directly on the floor. The floor felt soft, just like a firm gym mat. Many hands started to rub my body again and now my underwear was finally removed causing my cock to spring out begging for attention. It was immediately engulfed by warm lips and I almost shot my load right there. 

I heard Mistress Sarah's voice telling me to enjoy myself but not to cum too soon. She said that she liked her slaves to save up their loads so that when they did finally explode they would shoot huge amounts of cum. She then told me to stick out my tongue as she was going to have Jenny stick her ass in my face for me to lick. When Jenny's ass pressed against my face it was completely shaved and felt great. I stuck my tongue up to greet her and she moaned with pleasure as I darted it in and out of her asshole. She leaned forward pressing her pussy lips against my eager mouth. I licked her passionately as if I was making out with her pussy. Just then I felt a set of balls against my nose and Mistress Sarah told her male slave to fuck Jenny right above my face. I was so excited I kept licking Jenny as the balls continued to rub against my nose and forehead. As the two of them continued to fuck the slave's cock popped out of Jenny's pussy occasionally and rubbed across my lips spreading its juices all over my face. 

While this was going on, the person sucking my cock had now stuck a vibrator in my ass and was pushing it in and out gently. Although I started to get a bit nervous as to what was going to happen next, I was simply too excited to even think about stopping. When the vibrator was removed from my ass I almost begged for what I knew was about to happen. The mouth pulled away from my cock and I felt a pressure pushing against my asshole. Mistress Sarah told Jenny and the slave that was still fucking her to move to the side of me so that I could focus all of my attention on the fact that I was about to be fucked by another guy. As the cock moved in and out of my ass I squirmed back and forth almost trying to get away from the situation even though I knew I was loving it. 

We were in a steady rhythm when, all of a sudden, Mistress Sarah surprised me and reached around and removed my blindfold. There I was looking eye to eye with the completely naked muscular guy who was ramming his cock in and out of my ass. She ordered Jenny to suck my cock and told her two other naked male slaves to come around each side of me and start stroking their huge cocks over my face. She instructed them to pick up the pace so they could shoot huge loads of cum all over me. She asked me if I was ready to be her cum slut and then I surprised myself by murmuring a "yes mistress". 

Looking up at the two naked men stroking their huge cocks just inches from my face was turning me on more then ever before. Then, without any additional warning, huge jets of cum shot out of the first slave's cock and onto my awaiting lips and cheek. It felt so heavy and warm as it hit me. The second slave shot a blast of cum that went right into my mouth and all over my chin and down to my chest. Meanwhile, the slave who was fucking my ass pulled out and moved over to my face aiming his cock right at me. Mistress Sarah then grabbed my head and held me with both hands telling me that she wanted to see me catch all of his cum in my open mouth. He exploded right in my face and I did my best to catch all of it on my tongue while Mistress Sarah was rubbing my hair and breathing in my ear. I was so overwhelmed that I started to shoot a humongous load right into Jenny's awaiting mouth. 

After it was all over, Mistress Sarah reached down and started licking some of the cum that was all over my face and told me that she was so proud of me. Jenny brought me back into the bathroom, gave me another shower and helped me put my clothes back on. She walked me out to the front door and said that Mistress Sarah was very pleased with me and she wanted me to come back again if I could handle it. I reached over and kissed Jenny on the lips and told her to tell Mistress Sarah that I would definitely come back and play with all of them. Jenny told me that she felt her and I shared a special bond since I had given her such a huge load of cum down her throat. She told me she hoped to see me again.

I then got back into my car and started to head back to my hotel repeatedly going over all of the events that had just happened to me in my head. I looked down at the clock and realized that it was only 3 PM! What would I do about my plans to go out with Renee? I was still burning with desire...



Bored at Home



My name is Maria and I'm an exhibitionist. I have always been a big flirt and love the attention of men staring at me so much that at times I have gotten horny over the idea of it. Grabbing their attention isn't hard for me since, like many Latino women, I have long black hair, a voluptuous ass and an ample set of breasts on my five foot seven body. My 38C cup would be hard to hide even if I wanted to. 

I don't go out looking to show myself off but whenever I get bored it starts. I will start flirting with some guy, showing a little leg, letting him look down my shirt, whatever, just for the excitement and rush that I get from exposing myself to strangers.

One Saturday afternoon at home in my small apartment the power went out. No lights, no TV, no computer, nothing. It was approaching the hottest part of the day and summers in Florida get pretty nasty. My air conditioning was knocked out too so I went into my bedroom and tossed on a sleeveless tank top and some shorts in anticipation of how hot it was going to get in my apartment. Back in my living room I looked around and realized there was nothing to do. I heard a few voices outside and remembered that out apartment complex was being painted. That is when the little sexy demon inside me took over. I looked at what I was wearing and decided to change for the occasion. I looked for the smallest denim shorts I had, cutoffs that allow the bottom of my ass to peek out and a white bikini top that was a size too small for me, causing my tits to spill out of the top and sides.

I went outside and saw five Mexican guys working a few doors down from my place. They saw me approaching in my tiny shorts and boobs held back by my bikini top and almost immediately quit what they were doing. I hadn't said a word yet and was already enjoying this. A sly, cute smile placed itself on my face because I knew I would get these guys to do exactly as I was planning.

A few of them started talking to me in Spanish and I had to stop them. My grandparents were Brazilian and speak Portuguese, of which I know very little. I tried talking to them in English and they knew the language, which was fortunate as I didn't know how to pull off what I wanted to do otherwise. I commenced in some small talk, discussing the power going out, their painting, anything casual while hypnotically swaying my hips around in a combination of innocence and sexy. I had placed each of my thumbs into the pockets of my shorts gently resting my arms on my sides. A few times I pulled my arms inward forcing my breasts to stand out even further and when I released them they would bounce lightly. The temperature was in the upper 90's and the humidity was maddening, so it wasn't long before sweat began to bead on my skin. I continued the teasing, slowly running my fingers across the top of the exposed flesh on my chest, then licking my fingers coyly. I watched as several of them adjusted themselves in front of me, whether intentional or absent-minded I didn't care; I had them in complete control.

I told them that I was heading back to my apartment, off-handedly noting which one it was, to do some exercising. I gave them a cute little wave goodbye and strolled back to my place, soaking up the leers of the painters.

Inside, I went over to the front window and pretended to close the blinds, but in reality I carefully left enough space so that I could be watched. It would be a few minutes before the guys would come over and I was already getting wet thinking about what I was about to do. I wanted desperately to slide my hand down into my shorts and work off the growing arousal, but waiting a bit longer would give the guys a show and make my orgasm even better; so using as much self control as possible, I waited.

It was not long before a heard a small rustle of the bushes outside my window. Knowing I was being watched I started doing some warm-up stretches, still dressed in my denim shorts and bikini top.

With my back to the window I slowly bent over to stretch out my legs and give the workers a view of my long, bronze legs with a hint of butt showing. I held that way for a moment then turning around, I stood straight up and clasped both arms high above my head, leaning to one side then the other, putting my bosom on display for the prying eyes.

From how I arranged the blinds, I could not see directly out but was certain I was being watched as now I heard whispering outside the window. That was my cue to start the main attraction.

Slowly, teasingly, I guided my left hand towards the back knot of my white top. Moving in such a deliberate fashion was as much for my pleasure was it was for theirs. I wanted to feel every sensation, savor each moment. My fingers pulled at the string releasing the sides of my top, my breasts still covered from the front. I moved my right hand to the back of my neck, delicately caressing my own skin, heightening the sensation. I undid the top knot but held onto the string. I walked my hands down the front of my chest caressing my breasts as the bikini top fell to the floor. I rubbed my tits softly for a moment before allowing my hands continued their journey to my micro denim shorts. Undoing the button and gently gliding the zipper down I paused for a moment, keep my audience in suspense.

With joyous pleasure I slipped the shorts down my legs, embracing every inch of exposure, and kicked them off into a corner. I now stood completely naked for the voyeurs at my window. My nipples stood erect on my chest and my hairless pussy was getting wetter by the minute. I nearly lost all restraint, wanting to touch myself right there, but I wanted to play this out as long as possible for them--and for myself.

I sat down on the floor, with my side to the men now, and began some sit-ups. My tits, free from restraint, bounced with each movement upward. Hearing them talk to each other, I did my best not to look out the window as to pretend that their presence was unknown to me. I did my best to over exert the breathing, sounding as lovers do during passionate sex. I stood back up, again facing the window, legs spread apart. I reached up with one arm while bending the opposite knee, then switched, my left arm in the air and bending the other knee. My whole body was rocking back in forth like a dancer to sensuous music.

A hot breeze of air ran over my swollen mound making me bit my lower lip so not to moan out in ecstasy. My breathing grew heavier and I was forced to sit down lest I collapse from the sensation. I moved my legs out to their furthest and spread them apart pretending to touch my toes. In reality, I wanted the workers to see my full glory; my engorged pussy, my tits glistening from the sweat. I leaned back on my arms, tilted my head back and closed my eyes. I was totally exposed to these strangers and wanted to take in the feeling. I just laid there, showing everything, until my libido grew beyond control.

I looked out the window with lust in my eyes and moved my hand to my crotch. I began rubbing my pussy furiously with my mind racing over the excitement of what I was doing. I laid back on the floor and sliding my other hand to my nipples I began to pull at them. Applying pressure to them with my fingers and my other hand working magic at my pussy an unbelievably powerful orgasm exploded out of me. Between quick breaths I screamed in pleasure, my fingers still rubbing and pinching away dutifully.

After the intense climax I laid there on the hot floor for a while lost in the emotion of it all before rising up to take a shower. Between having no air conditioning and the masturbation I had gotten sticky. The cool water ran over my body as I kept thinking about what the men outside my window had seen. I had showed them the most intimate parts of my body and displayed the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. My hands found themselves stroking at my pussy, once more aching for relief, this time thrusting in and out until I climaxed again.

I finished the shower, dried off and lay naked on my bed. Completely satisfied, I let my hands go where ever they pleased: walking over my stomach, cradling my breasts, gently tracing the contours of my legs, even teasing my bald crotch yet again, until I fell asleep. 



Bored At Work



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There I was at work with nothing to do. I was sitting all day behind the pc and had nothing interesting to do. So I decided to pay a visit to them forbidden websites. Looking to the door of the office there she was, vitamins for my eyes.

A great body combined with a cute face, nice tan, long hair, clear brown eyes. And it was walking right towards my direction. So I had to close the windows of the porno sites fast. When I finished closing them all I looked up ready to greet the kitten that was coming my way. But to my greatest surprise she disappeared in the office. I could not see her anywhere. Darn! So decided to go on with the porno sites. I was so concentrated on the pictures in front of me on my pc screen, but non of them was to be compared with the girl I saw few min ago. Then suddenly my nose picked up a soft feminine scent. Then I was shocked to hear a nice ladies voice behind me saying: why look at girls on the net when you can have a better view right behind you.

Shocked and embarrassed I was closing all the windows of the porn sites. 

She whispered: meet me in the office of your boss a.s.a.p.

Knowing the kinda shy guy I am, my ear could not believe what it heard.

I sat there still amazed trying to come to my senses. But after all I was curious what awaits me in the office of my boss. After all he did not come to work today.

I walked to his office, as I got closer my heart started beating more. I opened up the door and entered. While standing few inches in away from the door, I looked around and there was nobody there. Was she joking? I guess not. 'cause two ladies hands coming from behind squeezed my crotch and a voice said: what took you so long? It's not polite to keep a lady waiting. My heartbeat got harder. I froze, this can't be happening to me; this is just like in one of them erotic stories. She closed the door. She escorted me to sit on the office table of my boss. I closed my eyes and let myself go. She started kissing my tongues so softly like it was in intensive care or something. But she started to pick up speed, till she was wrestling with my tongues, ooh. 

It was not long before she started to rip of my shirt. Sliding to my chest licking my nipples while making a fast slide down to my belly button. I was so hard.

I was shaking; my body was like it was having an internal earthquake. Her hands were fast to unzip my pants and taking them from my body.

Then oooh, she took a grab onto my penis as if she was holding on to her life or something. I did not had to wait much before she started sucking, Wow she is a human vacuum cleaner, and she knows how to suck. She started sucking harder, ahhh, harder, ahhh, harder, ahh. My body was reaching orgasm but she kept going with no intention to stop, aahhhhhh. I could not hold on so I burst my milk into her mouth, she drank it as if it was water. My body was all relaxed and I was so ashamed 'cause it all was so short and I cam so fast and now I am totally flat.

But she had no intension to stop. I sat there watching her slowly taking of her own clothes, wow. She is HOT. Such a tanned body with such firm, nice breasts was enough to make me start getting hard again. She got closer to me, her body was pressing against mine, I could feel her warm body and firm breasts pressing against my body, in one push she made my lay on my back on the table. When then she took a sit on my joystick that was ready to ride. Ooooh, she is tight alright! 

She started to move up and down, while I was gliding my hands all over her body, It was touring mostly around her breast area 'cause that was what seemed to turn her wild. 

She started slowly but surely, picking up speed, yess, c'mon baby. Ohh yes, ahh. My heart was beating fast and my body was getting wet. She started going harder, ooh, harder, oohhhhh, harder, ohhhhhhhhhhh. Yesss go on baby. She started to moan hard oohhh, aiiiii, ohhh uhmmmmmm, ahhh.

I tried to hold on again but I was approaching, I felt a high energy taking over my body, I squeezed her breast harder, she could not take it so in a loud scream aiiiiiyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, she let it all out just at the moment I was shooting loads of milk into her body. We were both so exhausted that we laid on top of each other for a while. Her soft body on top of mine, her breast against my chest, her heavy breathing in my ears was the last things I could remember, when I opened my eyes I somehow was all dressed sitting all alone in the office of my boss.



Bored at Work



It was another boring Sunday night on the help desk at work. Not too many calls come in on Sundays. Not many people work Sunday nights.

So being the new employee they figured it would be a good night to have me work. Just a few calls. I could get my feet wet and there'd be someone to help me out if I was stuck. One problem. It was REALLY quiet tonight. No calls at all. I'd read my training materials. I'd surfed until my eyes are sore. I needed some human company.

I got up. Stretched. Took my headset off and decided to visit the cube next door and become acquainted with my co-worker. Yeah, I saw him when I came in. Definitely wanted to get to know him better.

I knocked on the edge of his cube, announcing my presence. "Hi, there!" "Just thought I'd stop by and get acquainted." 

He looked up from his surfing and a big smile crossed his face. "Hello there yourself." "Why don't you come into my humble abode and sit a while?"

"Don't mind if I do," I said as I went and sat on the edge of his desk. His eyes immediately followed my movement, focusing on the hem of my short skirt, which was being made even shorter by sitting down. I briefly wondered if he could see anything. I hoped so. I wanted him to get the wrong idea.

"So to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" he asked.

"I need some company this evening." "I'd like it to be you." 

I slipped off the desktop and moved around behind him. "How about a nice shoulder massage?" I asked. Without waiting for an answer, I moved in close and start massaging his shoulders. I just love the feel of a man's shoulders. My breasts were rubbing against the back of his head. My nipples hardening, as I started getting into it. 

I slowly started massaging down the front of his shirt. "You don't mind do you?", I asked. I don't want you filing a harassment complaint against me."

"Oh, I don't mind at all," he replied. "Anything you'd like to do is just fine with me."

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything."

"Excellent," I thought to myself. Tonight looked like it wouldn't be boring after all. I worked my hands down the front of his shirt, searching for his nipples. Success! Now I started to play with them. My middle finger rolled his manly nubs, making them stiffer. I gave them a gentle pinch and was rewarded with a barely audible moan. I leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Do you like that?" "If you unbutton your shirt a bit, I could more easily reach them."

His hands quickly moved to unbutton his shirt, exposing his chest to my view. I leaned over and begin playing with his nipples again. Relishing the feel of his warm skin under my fingers.

Movement. His hands reached up, one on each side, searching for my breasts. Only his fingertips were able to touch them in this position. "Mmmmm." "That feels good," I whispered, as I felt my nipples begin to ache.

I stopped what I was doing and spun his chair around so that he was now facing me.

I straddled his lap. I felt the beginnings of a bulge in his pants as I sat down. My skirt had ridden so far up he could see I wasn't wearing any underwear. My fragrance evident, as I'd been getting wetter by the moment. Reaching up, I undid just the top buttons on my blouse, exposing my breasts, the nipples hard and aching to be sucked.

"Your turn," I said, as I pulled each nipple and then let go. My breasts bouncing in front of his face when released.

He leaned over and placed his mouth over my left nipple. His left hand went up to palm the other breast. Playing with it. Kneading it. Rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I could feel his tongue flicking the nipple of my other breast. Encouraging it to get harder. He sucked on it. I moaned softly. His bulge was getting bigger. I started to grind my pelvis against his. We were both really getting into this when suddenly...

"brrrrrrrrrrrrrrng" His phone rang. "brrrrrrrrrrrrrng" Damn! "brrrrrrrrrrrrrng" I quickly jumped up so he could answer, as we didn't need anyone to come over and see why the phone was not being answered.

"Hello, may I help you," came choking rapidly out of his mouth as he tried to catch his breath.

I quickly rearranged my clothes and headed back to my cube. Wet, aroused, and wanting more. I listened to the call. Waiting for it to be done. Finally, it was over. I got up and returned to his cube.

"Shall we take an early lunch?", I asked. "No one is in the breakroom." "I'll go first and then you follow a couple of minutes later, OK?" 

Turning, I walked away and headed for the breakroom. Leaving a scent trail for him to follow.

Moments later, he joined me and shut the door to the break room behind him.

"Care for a snack?", I asked, as I sat down and leaned back on the table, my legs spread wide. Inviting him over. Fingers already busy.

He came over and sat down at the table in front of me. "Make yourself comfortable," I said and he did. His hands quickly went to his fly. Unzipping his pants, he reached in and removed his swelling member. I stared and licked my lips. Soon I would be snacking!

He leaned over me, an arm encircling each thigh, spreading my legs as far as they would go, staring at the feast before him. Wet, glistening, calling to him. Going down I felt his tongue at the entrance. A gentle probing and then a long, wet, luscious stroke of his tongue going up between my lips. Ending at my clit with a flick of his tongue. With a sharp intake of breath, I twitched under his ministrations. "Oh, yes." "Lick me baby." "Lick me," I moaned. And he did. Soon I as writhing under his tongue-lashing. He had to pin me down, as he nibbled, bit, and sucked his way around my pussy. Soon I couldn't take it anymore and tried to wriggle away but he wouldn't let me. He continued and I couldn't stop. "Uhhh!" escaped my lips and then with a convulsion I rammed my pussy into his face with an orgasm.

When I stopped trembling, he took his tongue and licked my pussy clean. So sensitive now, I could barely stand it.

"Done with my lunch," he said with a smirk.

"My turn," I said. "Let's switch seats."

As he stood up, I hopped off the table. Before he had a chance to get on the table, I reached over and undid his belt buckle and the button on his pants. His member twitching at me as I brushed against it.

Placing my hands at the top of his pants, I slowly pushed them down until they were around his ankles. Fully exposed to my view, I licked my lips in anticipation of my treat to come.

"Now you can sit on the table for me." "I want full access to everything," I told him.

He sat himself down on the table and I took the chair in front of him.

Reaching over, I slowly ran my hand up the length of his inner thigh. My fingers entwining in the hair as I went. When I reached the top, I took my hands and cupped his balls. Gently rolling them. Watching him for reaction. He was intently staring back at me. Watching my every move.

Moving on I placed my hands around the base of his shaft and eyed up my lunch. Hot. Hard. Skin soft to the touch. Glistening droplets at the top. Waiting to be licked up and savored.

Swallowing hard, I leaned over. Moving my hands around to the back to steady him, I started at the base with a long, slow, sensuous, lick all the way to the crown. In the background, I heard him moan. I repeated this several times. Licking. Kissing. All the way to the edge and not any further.

I felt him place his hands on my head so this time I licked all the way to the top. My lips kissing the very tip. Lips that are now moistened with his pre cum. Licking mine, I took my hands and gently spread the opening at the top. Making a tiny space for my tongue to play. Curling it, I wriggled it around the slot, trying to force my way in. He squirmed. I smiled and continued.

Having had enough of that I went down on him proper. My hands massaging his manhood, while my mouth sucked the life out of the top. His fingers tight in my hair.

Suddenly he pulled my head up. Confused, I look at him questioningly.

"No," he said huskily. "I want to come inside you proper." "Open your blouse for me and bend over the table."

Smiling, I complied and he positioned himself behind me.

I felt his hands on my skirt. Raising it up to expose my bottom and dripping pussy. I felt his hands caressing my bottom. A finger running down my crack. Stopping when it reached my open and waiting tunnel. In it went. Out it came. Sliding forward to tease my clit. Sliding back to the opening. In it went. My guess was there were two fingers now inside me, stroking me. "Unnn," I moaned. Out they came to slide forward once again teasing my clit. 

Sliding back once again, he inserted more fingers and this time thrusted a bit with his hand. I moaned and started to thrust back.

"Oh, no you don't," he said. "You're not going to get off on my fingers" and removed them.

"Please don't stop," I whimpered.

"But I must, in order to do this." Movement and I now felt him right up against me. His hard shaft centered between us like the filling of a sandwich. I could feel it throbbing. His hand reached around to cup my breasts. Playing with them. Gently pinching the nipples as he ground his pelvis into me.

"Please." "Please take me now," I begged.

Removing his hands from my breasts, he stood back up and placed them on my hips. I could feel him at the entrance now. Teasing. Then slowly I felt him entering me. A slow steady pressure as he made himself at home in me. That first stroke felt marvelous. It made my throat tighten. He then began to thrust. Slowly at first and then with more intensity.

As he rhythmically pumped in and out, I became more aroused with each stroke. The feel of his balls slapping against me was driving me wild. Faster and faster he went. Animalistic noises started escaping my lips. He let me take over. 

My breath was becoming more ragged. I could hear him breathing heavily behind me, exciting me even more. Faster we went. In. Relax. Out. Contract. My juices were flowing wildly now. Running down my leg.

Releasing my breasts, he now gripped my hips to hold on, as I started to buck. The sounds of our passion were getting louder and louder.

I could barely say the words. "Hang ... on." "Don't... let...go." "Don't...let...me...pop...off." I became as one possessed. Riding his shaft. Slamming myself against him. 

Suddenly I stopped pumping. He felt me slowly pulling off him. "Hold on" I managed to say. "Please...hold on." My body was convulsing. I was almost off him. Almost. Off. Suddenly I gasped. My back arched. I threw my head back. I RODE DOWN HIS SHAFT VIOLENTLY SLAMMING MY ASS INTO HIS PELVIS. MY MUSCLES CLASPING. GRIPPING. SQUEEZING. Trying to get as much of him inside me as possible.

I felt him stiffen behind me. His fingers pressing hard into the flesh on my hips. Suddenly I heard "unnn" escaping his lips as I felt a hot wetness exploding inside me.

Both of us spent, we parted and rearranged our clothing.

"Thanks for lunch," I said.

"You're welcome," he responded. "Any time." "Maybe someday we could have dinner," he said with a wink, as we exited the break room and headed back to the cubicles.



Bored Blond and Banged



I was bored, I'd just been signed off of work for 2 1/2weeks with a supposedly bad back, I was signed off on Wednesday and it was now Friday and I was bored. Hubby was at work as usual, I'm sure he loved that job more than me, although I shouldn't complain too much as it kept me in a good home. But that was about all I got from my hubby, every now and then he laid on top of me and pumped at me for about 2mins left his load in me and rolled off and went to sleep, that's when I would get up and go to the bathroom to satisfy myself whilst thinking of one of my little fantasies, my problem was I loved the feel of his cum in me and on me and the taste of it. My hubby Ken is the only man I've been with in my life and I'm now 44 and he's 60 he was the charming older man at first, when we started seeing each other it was great as it always was, there was no where we hadn't or a position we didn't try, I then fell pregnant and he got a promotion and that seemed to be it, now 20 years later I'm left wondering if this is it or is there more out there. Our one and only son Nick 20 is at uni and loving the university life that comes with it, I'm so immensely proud of him and he's the one thing that keeps me sane (ish)

"Right that's it" I said to myself making my mind up, Ken had gone to work at 7 and left me in bed, he doesn't even kiss me goodbye in the morning now. I got up and turned the pc on in the spare room sat on the chair and waited for it to do all it's booting up regime. Finally I got onto the internet and typed "local sex meets uk" in google, instantly the screen refreshed and came up with "results 1-10 of 4,000,000 taking 0.25 seconds"

"Well I suppose I'd better start at the top and see where it goes" I clicked on the first link, the page loaded up with the header a few pictures of people meeting and the usual adverts for porn sites. I clicked on the search bar selected what I was looking for: male, between 25-50, height any, size any, distance 10 miles and under, and clicked search. It came back with 49 matches, I started to look and clicked on one advert that looked promising, I was greeted by "please sign up to view profile" it did this on every advert so I tried another website and the same result seemed to happen. I tried a couple more websites but they all seemed to say the same thing so I went back to the first and went through the sign up stage.

It seemed such a long process, having to choose a nickname (bigboobed44nbored) seemed to do the trick, "Describe yourself" Well, here goes, I'm 44 and 5ft 4 tall, I have short dyed blonde hair, dark come to bed eyes and I'm told a lovely smile. My build is slim as I like to keep in shape, I have a slight tan as there's not much sun in this country. I'd better be honest as I know some people don't like fake tits but mine have been enhanced up to 34DD, my bum is nice and round and my legs toned and slim. If there's anything else you'd like to know please ask. "What are you looking for" I thought about it for a bit and then started typing: this is my first time at doing something like this so please bear with me. what I would like is a lot of excitement and definitely no headaches, I want fun, I feel things have passed me by a bit and I'm looking for some more injection into my life, I'm married and need to be very discrete which is given as well as expected. If you think you're the one then get in touch.

there was a few other little things to do and then it got the payment stage, I hesitated here for a while just thinking over what I was about to do, my heart started racing and it seemed a little bit of a blur as I got up and went to get my credit card. Filling in the details and then pressing confirm, I was greeted by the congratulations screen your now a full member please upload some photos of yours. I had a quick look at some other profiles to see what sort of pictures seemed appropriate, I then grabbed the camera and took my nightie off so I was naked and stood in front of the full length mirror in our bedroom and started taking some pictures, trying not to show too much nipple but just enough to make them luring. I uploaded 5 pictures in total that I was happy with. it took an hour for the pictures to be approved so in the mean time I went and had a quick bite to eat and then a shower, taking great care in making sure my legs where smooth and trimming myself leaving a 1inch track above my pussy

I wrapped a towel around me and went back to the computer, my photos had been approved so I sat down and began searching again. I filled in the same search criteria again and the same results came up again except one which was highlighted "Online browsing now" was flashing in the corner of his advert, I clicked on the advert which read: Looking for fun NSA sexy fun with a female, I'm home alone now and can accom, check out my profile for more details. I clicked on his profile, height 5'10", build medium, assets large and he looked ok in his picture, he had grey speckled hair and a matching well kept goatee which tried to hide some of the appearance of a double chin. "Well here goes" I thought clicking on send a message. "This is my first time doing anything like this, would like some excitement and I can travel please get back to me soon if your interested" 

I waited 2 minutes and a reply came through, "Very much interested, here's my number call me" I took his number down and fetched my mobile, I entered it in and paused before hitting the call button. It rang twice before a deep unknown voice answered the phone

"Hello" it said

"Hi it's Tracy or bigboobed44nbored" I replied 

"Hi there I'm Garfy, I was hoping you'd call your pics look amazing"

"Thanks very much, I'm very nervous and not sure what to do next?

"How about I give you my address and you come round and we'll go from there"

Garfy gave me his address and I explained that I will be round in about 45 mins, I through my phone on the bed and looked for my favourite purple lace bra, which pushed my tits further up. I threw my towel on the bed and put my bra on and my matching purple g string, over the top I put a silver and black horizontally striped sleeveless vest top, I squeezed this over my tits it's neck line plunged deep and was quite revealing, I then squeezed my round arse into a black denim pencil skirt and finished it off with a pair of black heeled open toed sandals. I quickly put on a little bit of basic makeup, checked myself in the mirror before picking up a little clutch bag, throwing my phone and purse inside it and went downstairs, picking up my car keys from the mantel piece before shooting out the door and getting in my red Golf Gti.

Garfy's place was a 2 minute drive and it felt a lot quicker and before I knew it I was parked outside his house, I breathed deeply and got out my car locked it and stood in front of the door, my finger hesitating before pressing the doorbell. I heard the chime in the house somewhere and after a few seconds a face I'd seen only seen on the internet opened the door.

"Hi Tracy" He said "come in, please" he stood to the side so I could enter, I stood in a good size reception room, with the stairs to the right of me going up against the wall, a door in front of me which looked like it led to the kitchen and then a door to the left which Garfy walked through, I followed him into his lounge diner, there was a 3 seater leather sofa against the wall next to me and opposite that was a big 50" plasma screen TV, to the right of me was a 2 seater leather sofa and at the far end of the room was a table and chairs set. Garfy sat down on the 3 seater and beckoned me to join him, he was ok looking and was probably larger than he wanted to admit too but his aroma was gorgeous and for some reason every time he smiled at me he put me at ease.

"How would you like to do this? Would you like me to put some porn on the TV or maybe a quick glass of wine to settle the nerves?" He asked

"I like the wine and the porn idea" I said. He went and got a glass of white wine each, I had practically finished mine by the time he sat down, we talked as he set up the DVD and the wine was taking the right effect, I was feeling more and more confident and very much at ease. A hot brunette flicked up onto the screen sucking a huge white cock, "On your profile you stated yourself as having large assets, care to prove it?" I said with a cheeky smile on my face and biting my bottom lip.

"With pleasure" he said putting his glass of wine on the mantle-piece, he unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the floor, there was already a lump in his blue boxer shorts "mmmmmmm" I put my glass of wine on the carpet floor and sat on the edge of the sofa and waited for him to drop his boxers, he did so, he was right he was assets large. His fat meaty circumcised cock hung down, his big clean shaven balls hidden behind. He was neatly trimmed above as well which was pleasing to see as well. I stood up and pressed myself against him, I moved my leg up the inside of his until my thigh was brushing against his cock, he put one hand round me and squeezed my arse hard, my hand went down to his cock and clasped it gently and wanked it a couple of times, my heart was racing, this was the only other cock I had ever touched and it felt good. It was slowly growing in my hand and I decided to hurry it along, I knelt down in front of Garfy and took his cock in my mouth and sucked on it slowly at first. It grew to its full glory of roughly 8inches and I got faster sucking on his purple helmet, he moaned a few times as I looked up at him and smiled.

"I wanna see those fucking big tits of yours" he said I stood up and crossed my arms and grabbed a bottom corner of my vest top and pulled it up over my head, he squeezed my big tits through my bra, reaching behind me I unclasped my bra and shrugged it off and threw it to the floor. It was his turn to bend down and lick and suck my hard nipples, pinching one and rolling the other between thumb and forefinger, I let out a few subtle moans, he used one hand to rub the inside of my thigh and gently push up my skirt until his finger touched my pussy through my g-string "wow someone's already wet" he said. I hadn't realised but he was right I was so turned on it was unbelievable, I hadn't felt like this in such a long time. I stepped away from him and wriggled out of my skirt then turning my back on him I bent over as I took my g-string off, giving him a great view of my arse. I was just standing in my open toed sandals, his cock twitched as he looked at me "Oh fuck, I've hit the jackpot with you" he said stepping forward, I pulled at his t-shirt to take it off, he did so in one fluent move so he was totally naked as well, his chest and stomach had a thin covering of dark hair. he stepped forward his cock nudging against me as his hand went back down to my pussy, it slipped between my legs and I lifted one up for him, he obliged and held it up and I gasped as I felt his fingers touch my pussy lips and then slid effortlessly inside me, it felt good his fingers curling inside me as his palm rubbed against my clit, his fingers curled faster and faster and it wasn't long at all before my body was shaking and an orgasm was pulsing through my body, my standing leg went weak as I put my arms around Garfy's neck my mouth open, my breath short and sharp and I came, my pussy gripping trying to milk his fingers, moans and whimpers coming from my mouth as Garfy kept his fingers curling inside me. 

I collapsed down to the floor leaning up against the sofa and caught my breath a little, Garfy walked towards me his big cock swaying from side to side, I reached for his hand and licked his sticky finger clean of my juices whilst I wanked his cock with my other. I began sucking on his cock again taking it deep into my mouth, his helmet nudging down the back of my throat as he pushed his hips forward. He started fucking my mouth as I sat there, pushing further and further into my mouth until his balls where slapping off of my chin, spit was running down my chin and onto my tits. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" Garfy was saying, his balls tightened and he pulled his cock out and wanked it, a stream of hot, creamy, thick cum splattered off my chin, and dripped onto my tits, another stream fired directly into my open mouth, another stream splattered on across my cheek and into my hair, he was wanking furiously and his cum was flicking everywhere, drops hitting my face, landing on my tits. I rubbed it into my skin, massaging it into my tits making them glisten, I used my forefinger to scoop his cum off my chin and drop it into my mouth, I leant forward and sucked the last drops of cum out of his cock, making loud popping sucking sounds as I did.

He sat on the sofa behind me and carried on slowly wanking his limping cock, "I hope you're not planning on going to sleep" I said to him.

"Far from it, I've still got more in my tank" he replied

"Good" I said spinning round on the floor and spreading my legs wide, giving him a great view of my freshly shaven pussy, I reached between my legs with one hand and spread my pussy lips whilst my other squeezed my nipples. I rubbed one finger against my clit as I stared Garfy straight in the eyes, his hand still moving up and down his cock. ~I slid 2 fingers inside my wet pussy, then out and pushed them against my clit and kept repeating this, getting myself more and more worked up, my other hand squeezing my nipples harder and harder. I closed my eyes as I got closer and closer to another orgasm, biting my lip as I brought myself to the edge, Garfy knelt down between my legs with his cock in hand and nudged it against my pussy, it slid in easy, he pulled it out and then pushed it back in his cock covered in my juices, he fucked me hard and fast taking me over the edge, my hands gripping his arse and pulling him in further as my pussy clenched and gripped his cock as he pushed deep into, my back arching, throwing my head back and letting out a loud horny moan. 

Garfy smiled down at me as he leant over me, propping himself up with both arms as he carried on fucking me, his cock feeling great inside me, my hands all over his back and arms touching him. My tits shaking back and forth as he pushed deep into me his rhythm steady and fast and very enjoyable, he leant on one arm and used the other to squeeze my tits, his firm hand running down the side of my body and gripping my bum hard as he pushed a bit further in, his balls slapping against me. He leant backwards and pulled my left leg up and rolled my sideways and laid down by the side of me and carried of sliding his cock into me, I reached down and tried fondling his balls, his free hand again was playing with my tits, pinching and rolling my nipples then running down my stomach and rubbing my clit as he fucked me well. He then pulled out and positioned me on the sofa, he held one leg up and to the side and I held my other the wide in the air, his hand guiding his cock into my pussy again, he began fucking me again holding my legs wide, I pushed my tits together for him, he was pushing into me at a great angle which was getting me squirming again and must've been great for him as he was moaning and getting faster and faster, I was about to cum again when he pulled his shiny sticky cock out and wanked it a couple of times and then several shots of hot watery cum shot up my body landing on my tits and stomach, one load landing just in my mouth as I gasped for a breath, he slapped his cock against my pussy as he shook the last drops out, this time he rubbed his cum into my stomach and tits, paying special attention to my tits of course. He collapsed next to me on the sofa breathing heavily. "Oh wow" is all he could manage to say.

"Oh wow indeed" 

We lay there for a bit not saying much, just blankly staring at the porn on the TV. I then made my excuses got dressed and left, not without leaving him my mobile number for possible future meets.