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Look but don't touch

By: gumbynj



This is a simple story, and a simple lesson.  

Do you have fantasies?  No problem there, I think we all do and by their nature they go beyond the normal rules.  Where you draw the line depends on what you consider to be naughty.  I'm not a prude, and undoubtedly more reserved than some free spirits.  I hope that you don't find this story tedious or bland.  To me it is a perfect example of what happens when you let others into your fantasy world.

The story really starts almost 2 years ago when our ageing neighbour passed away.  Her son took over the house, but already had a large property and decided to let the house out through an agency.  They do short term stuff, most tenants only stay a few months, and last summer they let it out to Dave and Donna.  Dave was mid twenties and a construction site manager.  He was working on a local road improvement programme, and they took the house so that Donna could stay close to him.  Donna was early twenties, and the two had only been married for a few months.
We all got on well.  They often came round for dinner, my wife Patti went shopping with Donna and we would go round to theirs on occasions.  Donna was really pretty, very petite with a nicely proportioned body.  She had really pert boobs, but they weren't that large but as I said she was in proportions and had a sexy attitude that was a real winner.  Patti used to tease me about her and I think that she was really exploring her own insecurities.  She had no fears though, Donna was really nice but I wasn't about to take advantage.
One evening in mid June I was lounging in our garden.  I was in my bathers and saoking up the last few rays of a scorching day.  Patti was just fixing some drinks and the evening was just turning balmy.  As I laid there I could hear noises for the shed next door, and within a few minutes there was the unmistakable sound of someone trying to start a petrol lawnmower.  I could hear the spluttering of the engine as it tried to catch and the ratchet sound as the pull start whizzed back into its cover.  It soon became clear that the engine wasn't interested in starting, and the attempted pulls got further apart as the user tired.  I wandered over to the fence that divided us from next door and saw Donna standing over a rather ancient mower.  She obviously saw me out tof the corner of her eye, as she stood up with a big grin and said "I promised Dave that I'd get this cut, but the stupid thing won't start".  As she turned round I noticed that she was wearing a loose T-shirt that was doing nothing about hiding the shape of her breasts or the dark nipples.  More than that it was damp with sweat and clung enticingly in all the right places.  Add to that the shorts and tanned leggs and she was a very pleasant sight.
I started trying to give advice.  We checked the petrol, plug and the cut-out mechanism.  I was directing, and Donna was doing the work.  It was very distracting.  The more that she bent over the mower, the more glimpses of tit came my way.  It seemed that she couldn't move without me getting a downblouse glimpse of her, and it was very good.  I'd only been there for a few moments when I was aware of something moving near my legs.  I looked down and there was Patti, I gave her a puzzled look just as Donna called "I'll see if there's some more petrol in the garage".
I hisses to Patti "What are you doing".  She laughed and said "I could see you from the window, and Donna seems to be swinging a bit loose tonight.  Remember you telling me about a little desire of yours, well this is it.  You'd better carry on like nothing's happening".
With that she felt my dick and with a swift hand movement she was inside my trunks and gripping my member.  It was already semi-hard, well Donna was teasing mercilessly.  Donna was soon back holding a petrol can.  "Try filling the tank, there may be some residue being sucked into the carb", I spluttered.  I could feel myself going red, Patti was stroking harder now and I was fully stiff.  Donna continued to work the mower and Patti was hissing to me "Can you see her nipples?  Are you cumming yet?  Don't make a mess in your pants, what will the neighbours think".  I started to try and wriggle out of her grip, but was scared of moving too much.  Donna finished with the petrol and looked up "Are you OK, you look kinda warm".  "No sweat I added, just the sun on my neck"  and Patti whispered "More likely just being wanked - oh look here it comes", and she put my dick back in my trunks just in time for me to cum.  She took her hand out, wiped it on my leg and crawled away.  Two minutes later she walked back.  "Hi Donna, having trouble with the mower.  Ours is a pig too, but Steve normally sorts it".  Then added to me " Go round to help her, you cheapskate".
Patti then stood at the fence as I went round, conscious of the wet feeling in my trunks and the fact that my dick had shrunk a little but was still large enough to be barely contained in my trunks.  Donna stood back and I got to work on the mower, which was soon purring away after I'd emptied the gunk from the carb.  "Thanks" called Donna as she started across the lawn, and added to Patti "nice body, a girl could do things with him" and laughingly disappeared down the garden.  I hightailed it home.  "You git" I said once I got inside, "what if she'd noticed the stain and my dick".  "Oh don't worry said Patti, she did.  I can smell the come on you myself and she stood well back while you fixed the mower so she could look at your dick.  Good job I was there or she'd have done you as well"
That was it, and Donna moved soon after so I never got to see how far she would take the game.  By the way my fantasy was to be masturbated from behind in public, by a girl I didn't know.  Well 2 out of 3 ain't bad!

Look But Don't Touch



An old man fanatically preserves the virginity of his beautiful young ward and uses her erotic attraction to access power, sex and money. He holds the key to this mysteriously beautiful young woman's secret.

The old man knew the power that sex had over men. As the young women began to unbutton her white silk blouse he scanned the extravagantly appointed private boardroom. The eight men whose eyes were transfixed on the lithe, exquisitely shaped young woman before them knew the rules. 'Look but don't touch.' As she slowly unbuttoned the blouse to reveal more of her firm round breasts clasped into a luscious cleavage by the pink and yellow halter bra that lifted them together. The men savoured the view as she walked into the centre of the horseshoe -shaped boardroom table. The old man knew that each man was growing firm with desire in their plush leather chairs and smiled at their helplessness. When the last button was undone the pretty young woman peeled off the blouse and passed her hands over her bra fondling it until the nipple became erect. She turned so that each man could see her arousal.

The old man had made her practice this many times. He had hired the best strippers and call girls in the city to show her how to bring men to the brink of desire. How to teases and inspire longing, how to dress, undress and fondle herself so that men wanted her so much they were weak with desire and filled with an aching desire to have her. She practiced hard and this was her first time in front of the men in the company she would one day own. She flicked back her silken shoulder length hair as she licked her full red lips and reached to the zipper at the side of the tight skirt that hugged her delicious curved hips and ass. She slid down the zip and loosened the tight skirt from her curvaceous hips and wriggled it seductively to the floor. 

Stockings, suspenders and stiletto heels are classic but always have an impact on old and young men alike her teacher had told her. As the skirt revealed the silk -stockings a gasp escaped amongst moans attached to appreciative gazes. She stepped free of the skirt and turned so each man could appreciate the superb contours of her young firm ass and slender waist. Matching pink and yellow bikini panties framed her sumptuous hips and emanated a triangular fragment that covered her sweet sensuous pussy and stretched across her silk skinned ass.

The old man had used beautiful young women in his boardroom for years as inspiration and as a reward to those who exceeded expectation. He blackmailed them, played on their desires and manipulated them knowing sex was power and money. He sent successful salesmen high-class call girls to reward them. He teased the unsuccessful with unfulfilled desire and made them feel powerless. This was something different though. Giselle was the heir to the company he minded for her. The company that had given him everything he desired. Beautiful woman, the best sex any man could hope for, Expensive clothes, car house travel. He was a millionaire twice over. All because he knew a secret so powerful and unbelievable that the knowledge would have destroyed any lesser man. 

The official story was that he was the accountant for Giselle's mother and until she reached the age of twenty-one he had full control of all her assets and Giselle herself. He sighed heavily as she began to unfasten her bra. The nipples already traced a firm outline in the soft satin cups. If it was possible she was even more beautiful than her mother. Her small round firm breasts were shaped like teardrops from heaven and as they fell from the loosened bra and she slipped the straps from her arm and let it fall to the floor she ran her slender fingers over her excited nipples pinching them and looking ecstatic as she did so. The old man had fucked the beautiful call girl that taught her these moves a dozen times and the memory combined with the hot vision before his eyes to firm his cock and send shivers of lust through him. She began to pass her fingers down over the sheer satin panties now caressing herself like she knew every man wanted to touch her. 

Feeling the warmth of her skin rise beneath the sexy lingerie. She gyrated in hers sexually choreography way rotating so that each man could see her luscious ass and the fingers that now danced across the front of her satin clad pussy. Moisture was visibly forming in the sheer gusset showing the men she was already excited by her display. Brief moans emanated from her angelic face and as the fingers found her clit beneath the shiny patterned silk her gyrations began the spontaneous shivers that signalled her closeness to orgasm. She moved around the inner semi circle of the desks from man to man so each could see the looks of pleasure on her face and imagine what it would be like to enter her wet tight pussy. 

The old man had told her who to stop in front of and as she swung her hips from side to side and with one hand fondled her breast and the other attended to her clit she began to moan uncontrollably. She came hard and the man in front of her stood up from his chair, his pants bursting with desire.

' For the best sales for the current financial year Andrew you deserve something very special.' 

The old man watched as the shapely figure of the young woman leaned forward and unzipped him. He shook with anticipation of the pleasure she promised. He was fifty-two and married but he had never seen anything more beautiful, never wanted anything quite as much. The twenty-year old girl reached inside his pants and drew out his swollen cock. The veins bulged in his thick shaft and throbbed and she peeled back the foreskin until his shiny head strained against her slender fingers, pulsing uncontrollably. Moans escaped his lips as she slid her hands over the length of his shaft clasping it tightly and sliding it up and down the way she knew he would like it. This was the first cock the old man had ever let her touch. He was fanatical about maintaining her virginity. 

She had only been able to allow her lovers to masturbate her. Only a few clandestine lovers she met at college were able to escape her ever vigilant minder and venture to touch her the way she begged to be touched. She loved to kiss and to touch and be touched. The absence of intimate touch in her life inhabited her skin like an incessant unsated hungry. Yet the old man was full of contradictions and hired acomplished beautiful sexual athletes to train her in manipulating men's desire. 

She loved the feeling of this man's cock in her hand the sensation of hard flesh beneath her nimble grip. She took the hand from her breasts and slid it beneath his swollen balls running her fingernails across them tantalizingly. Grazing them with the featherlike touch of her long red fingernails. His cock throbbed more regularly now. She had watched her mentor do this to the old man many times and knew that he was close to cuming. She loosened her grip and sucked her thumb momentarily and returned to apply the wetness to his glistening head.

She too was excited and she removed her hand from his balls to attend to her own needs ripping her sweet panties aside and plunging her finger into her wet tight cunt. She found her own G spot immediately. Masturbation at least was something she was allowed and she practiced it many times in her days. She began to shudder involuntarily and the man began to moan too as her hand slapped his cock with vigorous strokes now peeling back his foreskin until it strained and stretched. His cock throbbed and she smiled as she began to lean across the desk in front of him, her delicious tits moving towards his cock and her angelic face moving until it was within a few inches of his distorted cock. 

His cock exploded without warning followed by intense shouts. He sprayed her face and tits with his cum and she shivered and came simultaneously. Giselle had always been able to orgasm on demand and the teacher had told her that men loved to know that a woman came when they did. Men wanted to know it was them who had caused it. As his throbbing and squirting abated she let go of his cock and stood back so all could see the copious quantities of cum that had sprayed her lustrous skin. She had been forbidden to taste his cum but a small quantity had found its way to her lip[s and she licked them quickly so the old man would not see that she was disobeying him.

The taste was unexpected a little salty perhaps. Men who had not had sex recently tasted sweeter her mentor had told her. She was unprepared for the feeling it engendered in her. Her body tingled like a mild blissful electric shock energising every pore in her body making her glow and radiate like a beacon. She wanted him inside her she wanted to scoop the cum from her body into her mouth and feel this good again. She backed away from the man whose cock shrivelled. She rubbed the remnants of the cum over her tits and as the men sat awkwardly in their chairs with their pants filled with their unfulfilled erections she scooped up her clothing from the floor and slipped from the room into the executive bathroom to shower.

She had known almost no life except that she had with the old man since she was sixteen. He had told her that her mother had been killed in a car crash and she had lost her memory and the old man had nursed her back to health. Her memory never returned it seemed but she knew that she was the heir to her mother's fortune. The old man had loved her mother and was devoted to her. She had entrusted the running of her business to him. He was powerful and ruthless and yet she was given the best of everything. She trusted him like a father. She had always had a minder who kept men from her. She had studied at exclusive girls school in Switzerland and gone to Harvard business school and at almost twenty-one she had already surprised many with her sharp intellect and insight. She was disarmingly bright and many could not believe how well she managed in this multi million-dollar company at such a tender age. 

The old man took care of her every need and protected her form everything especially men who followed her like flies around a honey-pot. In her unusual teenage life she had only managed to steal away with a young man a few times and each time she did she found herself aching with desire and allowing her kisses to invite his hands to wander to her pert breasts and send tingles through her she wanted them to touch her. The first boy to reach beneath her skirt and touch her white silk panties brought her to multiple orgasms with his fingers and when he penetrated her with his fingers she had showered him with wetness. Her minder discovered them before she could allow him to enter her with the thick cock that she would never see.

Giselle had to remain a virgin until she was twenty-one. These were the conditions of her mother's will so the old man had told her. Each time she allowed herself to be touched by a man she felt the warmth of her desire turn to an insatiable heat and she would masturbate for hours until the hunger that gripped her abated. The brief taste of cum from today's theatre of desire confirmed her feelings about how good it would be to have a man in side her. As she showered she ran the hot water across her pussy spreading her lips so that the droplets tickled her clit once more. She felt proud of how she performed today her teacher would be impressed every man was bursting to the seams. She revelled in the power of it, the energy of the attention the helpless looks of desire the shivering wreck of the man who had cum on her. A powerful successful man reduced to this. The old man used sex like this to reward but also to remind them of their vulnerability and how easily sex could topple the powerful how the mere scent of a woman could bring them undone.

She dressed and returned home in a car driven by her minder Ralph.

"So your debut performance went well Miss G?

Ralph knew everything about her life after all he had spent the best part of four years as her minder. He was loyal to the old man and adored her. She had kissed him once and he had fondled her too. She had come to the conclusion that if Ralph would not let any man touch her then she would seduce him. Ralph admitted that she wanted more than anything else to fuck her. She had kissed him so sweetly as to send him into rapture his hands found there way to her pert round breasts and he had pinched her nipples through the sheer summer dress until they were erect and he had found her pussy wet when he touched her through the sexy panties she wore. He knew how to make a woman hot she knew how to find her G spot and make her squirt and his fingers inside Giselle made her explode. She had climbed on top of him in the car and sat spread legged astride his thick cock and grated against him dry fucking him until he exploded in his pants. He was reminded of that moment as she sat in the back of the car her legs spread and fingers caressing her panties. 

' You should have seen how horny all those old guys were and Richards was I beat him off in under five minutes. I could do it for you if you want Ralphy I'm very good at it.'

Ralph knew it was more than his job was worth to go near her again. The old man was generous to him. He was loyal and strong and even though she had managed to seduce him once he never went beyond the barrier. The old man had sent him the most amazing girls for his birthday and he had unleashed his desire on these two blond beauties, the same girls who taught Giselle her lessons in desire. His cock stirred at the thought of her touching his large cock and the view of her fondling herself and the breathy moans that now floated from the backseat awakened lustful thoughts. Ralph ignored her teasing and drove straight home.

Giselle's lessons in love accelerated as she approached her twenty-first birthday. Ralph delivered several breathtakingly beautiful women to the house and Giselle recounted how each had shown her how to use her mouth and control the muscles in her pussy. Each had shown her then fucked the old man so she could see the effect their expertise had on a man. They had shown her the delights of anal sex and the old man had revelled in screwing a petite young blond in the ass as Giselle replicated the feeling in her fertile imagination thrusting her finger in her own.

Ralph himself had been invited to the house to join the exquisite sex show joining the old man in a double entry to a curvaceous unbelievably stunning girl dressed as a schoolgirl. Men loved the fantasy of sex, they loved the theatre, the costumes the sound of lovemaking. It was a theatre of the sense. They must desire the taste, smell, touch, sound and vision of it and let it consume every part of them, she was taught. She learnt to dress and shop to tantalize, to tease and fantasise. Her body was exquisite and the way she clothed it drew attention to her luscious form and signalled her sexiness with every fragment of clothing.

As her birthday drew closer she fantasised about who she would allow to be her first. The young suave executive at the office was first on her list she wanted him and had even spent a few minutes in his arms kissing and letting him fondle her before Ralph interrupted her. She had fantasised a million times about how he would take her and fill her tight wet pussy with the monster cock she imagined he possessed. She had teased him and flirted with him for so long that she knew he would be the perfect lover. Yes she would make him her first she thought. The old man and Ralph's job would be much easier once she was no longer a virgin she mused or would her need for sex keep them even busier? 

As she mused about her sfirst sexual experience she kept returning to the thought that bothered her about her existence. There was something that bothered her about her early life something that didn't quite fit. She remebered almost five years ago being in the apartment where the old man had told her about the accident. She had awoken naked in a strange apartment building and the Old man had been there to tell her about the accident and she had believed him. As she cast her mind back to that day she remembered the bed where she had lain had fragments of skin on it almost as if she had wriggled like a snake out of her own skin. She felt the urge to have sex like an incessant craving. She remembered the masturbation and how the old man resisted her attempts to seduce him. She knew he wanted her too, he had wanted and had her mother but had resisted her. Somehow she felt absurd as it was, that if she were able to make love normally with a man all her memory would return.

The old man had indeed resisted her and for good reason. He had been her mother's accountant. He had followed her to the apartment and waited until the room was silent and broke into it to find her lying naked on the bed covered with a fine layer of silken substance like a cocoon. He had suspected she was a nymph for sometime. He had researched it thoroughly and had a detective follow her for months and document her activity. the detective could not believe the volume and length of her sexual encounters. The old man had been seduced by her many times and each time he had emptied himself inside each of her sexy openings he felt the power that drew him into her sucking his energy as she shivered ecstatically recharging her temptress body and her sex driven life. 

The legend was true then. In her late thirties she would disappear and return younger and changed- regenerated. There on the bed was a nymph in transformation shedding the skin and body shape of late womanhood. He watched her for six days and beneath the sheer -translucent cocoon saw her skin peel from her and a pale pink light radiate from her as she changed slowly into an adolescent girl even more beautiful than she had been. The old man knew that sex reawakened her memory and as long as she was denied it he would hold power in the company and could have everything he desired. By the time she awoke he had formulated the story. 

Five years would be enough for him to make his own fortune then she could take over but he would be indispensable. When she woke he helped her dazed body to shower and dress and returned her to his home where he told her the story of her mother's tragic death. Hired actors to play grieving friends and then engineered her education as he took the reigns of the companies assets. She would forgive him for his transgression because of the way he had turned the company into the worldwide corporation it was today she would inherit it and he would live off the profit he had made.

Giselle awoke on her birthday tingling with desire, She would take Matt to a hotel and she would show him everything she had learnt from her sexy teachers. She wanted to please him though she was a virgin. She was so horny she could barely make it through her shower, dressing and makeup without masturbating vigorously. She had cum fifteen times before breakfast. She dressed exquisitely in her most delicious underwear a white silk ensemble that was trimmed with lace. A low cut bra cupping her luscious boobs encasing them with shiny white silk pushing then into a cleavage showing the outline of her erect nipples through the sheer fabric and the lace trip framing their supple delicacy. The matching hipster boy-leg panties hugged her sumptuous ass cheeks cradling them in the soft silk fabric. The white dress she wore was a designer label. It was so short as to almost defy gravity, so tight as to hug her body like a second skin and so revealing of legs and breasts that men would drool at the sight of her in the distance. Yet it was so superbly crafted as to look stylish and beautiful.

Ralph greeted her with the car and knew that today she would first attend to her most urgent business. Unlike most days when she sat in the back of the limousine today Giselle sat in the front with him. The smell off her perfume filled his nostrils and as she sat beside him he saw her brief hemline rise to within a bees whisker of revealing her panties. He breathed heavily she was teasing him.




Look But Don't Touch



'Do I look sexy in this dress Ralph?' She cooed knowingly.

'You'd look sexy in a paper bag Miss G.' 

She leaned forward as the he drove the car out of the driveway from the house into the street and whispered into his ear. 

'You Know Ralphy I was thinking I am a little knew at the practical side of things would you mind if I practiced a little on you.'

She didn't wait for an answer her hand was already touching his pants and feeling the stiffening occupant grow beneath her touch. He kept his eyes fixed on the road fighting the urge to pull over and give her the fucking of her short life. His cock swelled as she caressed it with her fingertips and cooed about how big it was in his ear. She unzipped him and drew his large cock out peeled back the foreskin and began to stroke him as she had been taught. He throbbed and moaned and she whispered sexily in his ear once more.

'I'm going to suck your cock.'

She blew warm air across his tip and he protested feebly then her moist lips met his tip. She wiped her lipstick over it as he shivered with desire she covered him in tiny wet kisses then sucked his cock inside her mouth expertly. This was the first real cock she had had. It swelled and throbbed beneath her lips and the taste of pre-cum sent tingle through her. She engulfed him eagerly and swallowed his cock deep into her throat her hands slid up and down as her head bobbed up and down she tickled his balls stroked his shaft and sucked hard at his thick hard erection. Ralph kept his gaze fixed ahead and trod on the accelerator as they sped down the freeway he was moments away from exploding. She gasped and sucked and between sucking she cried out.

'Mmmmmmmm your soooo big so hard, taste so good cum in my mouth. Mmmmmmm I want your hot cum.'

Ralph satisfied her request within moments and felt he almost whited out when he shot bucket loads of hot sticky cum into her mouth. She swallowed hard and took each shot drinking it down like a thirsty kitten lapping at milk. She felt the surge of energy take her as his cum slid down her throat. She felt unbelievably sexy and desirable. She felt her body glow with the energy of a hundred years of love- making. Reawakening her desire for orgasm, quenching her need for a man's semen inside her. She knew now what she would do with Matt and how he would take her and cum in her. As Ralph overcame his orgasms crippling weakness he fumbled his way off the freeway to the office. Giselle cleaned every droplet of his cum from his cock and then hurriedly left the car to find the elevator to Matt's office.

He was surprised to see her standing in the doorway. She looked radiant. He ached for her and had done so since he had first met her. The brief kisses in the stairwell and the moments when he had touched her sweet firm tits through her clothing and the time he had masturbated her through her panties filled his waking and sleeping fantasies. She closed the door and locked it and walked towards him. He never wanted anything, as much as he wanted her she was so beautiful. He kissed her longingly his hands pressing her to him. She ground against his awakening cock and his hand slid beneath her short skirt to feel her warm silk clad buns. The gusset was noticeably wet. He moved a hand to cup her breasts and tease the nipple through the soft thin fabric of the dress and bra. She cooed appreciatively and rubbed harder against his cock.

'I want you inside me soon!' she panted.

He wanted to be inside her, his cock was swelling rapidly. He resisted the temptation to simply slide her panties aside and slip it into her. Such was the urgency of their desire. Instead he guided her to sit on the edge of his desk and lay her back down.


'Fuck me Matt I want you inside me darling. ' She was almost begging.

Matt knew he wanted to make her so hot she would never forget this day. He broke from her grasp and desperate kisses and parted her legs and began to kiss the soft fabric of her panties. He sucked at the silk that stuck to her moist pussy and elicited a tirade of moans from her arms he sucked and kissed her exquisitely bound pussy. Her first orgasm was violent her second more so then he slid fingers inside her pussy sliding the lacy panties aside and thrusting into her to find her G spot. When he encountered her soft button she exploded and squirted his face with the sweet nectar of her orgasm. Matt felt the taste tingle through him. He felt energised and hornier than he had ever felt. His cock seemed to swell beyond belief, now was the time to enter her. 

He unleashed his hugeness and she reached down and guided him to her shivering helplessly as he pressed his thickness against her tight wet lips. He parted her labia stretching her lips with his engorged cock. He felt the tightness give way as the wetness squirted his cock and the soft folds stretched to accommodate him, the hot sensation of her elastic pussy walls caressing every sense. His cock slid inside her, she was impossibly tight and soaked with the incessant squirts of her orgasms. He paused at her entrance and moved inside her gently until she began to squirm and beg him to push deeper she shivered in tiny orgasms that grew more intense with each movement of his now gigantic cock inside her. He felt her hymen and pushed past it popping her cherry knowing the brief moment of pain would bring tears to her he leaned forward and kissed her sweetly. She kissed him with wet wanton lips and lunged her tongue inside him. She reached down and cupped his swollen balls with her hand and caressed them until he moaned.

'Fuck me deep darling.'

Matt plunged his thickness deep inside her and pushed hard until his balls slapped her sweet sexy ass. He cupped her buns in his hand and thrust at her until she shivered and moaned and shouted. She came wildly scratching at him and he thrust at her with deep long hard strokes bucking furiously matching each piston like lunge with a wild bucking and gyrating. She came incessantly showering him in wetness. Each time she came they adjusted the position sideways sitting on his chair straddling him. 

Leaning across the desk from behind he fucked her repeatedly amazed at his resistance to ejaculation. Each time she came she would tighten around his cock until she was impossibly tight. For two hours they fucked in every possible position until finally he lay on the desk and she straddled him. By this time they had removed all of their clothing and he had enjoyed her delicate nakedness. She slid his cock inside her and he felt her muscles clamp around him like a slippery velvet vice and she bounced on him until he was shivering on the brink of explosion. He fondled her breasts and held her sweet slender waist as she bounced on him he felt his cock begin to throb.

'Cum in me Matt fill me with cream. Mmmmm pussy wants your cream.' She moaned

Orgasm had become her normality there were only moments between each climax and the next and the intensity seemed to increase. The throbs became a blur of pleasure that flooded his body every sense was gripped in the pulsing wetness that enclosed his cock and sucked him deep inside her sumptuous cunt. When he came a white light shot across his vision. He felt himself convulse in unison with Giselle. She shivered and screamed 'Yes' repeatedly. His cock was sucked into her with an intense force that gripped his cock like a vice and trembled around it so that the sensation of pleasure lasted more than the shots of semen that he blew into her. The orgasm lasted an eternity he had never cum so much and for so long. It was as if she was drinking his cum through her puss. She vibrated sexily and fell forward his cock deep inside her. Her pussy vibrating his cock throbbed sympathetically. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure passed over them and they lay shivering with pleasure for an hour. 

'I want you to take me home and fuck me up the ass matt?' She cooed as she dressed.

The memory of her former life came flooding back the cum and the endorphins reawakened her primal instincts. She would need to make love many times before she regained her strength. Giselle knew there would be no shortage of subscribers to her invitation. 

If you liked this story maybe I could write the next chapter let me know. 

Do you want Matt to fuck her again?

Do you think the old man deserves to be punished?

What do you think happened when she regained strength?

Let me know if you enjoyed it? Love Tiff



Look But Don't Touch?



First of all, thanks for taking the time to read this. Just some thoughts of mine about the possibilities that exist, not that any of this is real. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. Enjoy!

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Knowing glances across the room. A smile as your eyes meet. A quiet hello as you pass in the hall. A flirtatious wink of the eye as you catch him watching you walk away. Innocent flirtation is how it all begins. So it did for Jack & Sara.

Jack had worked many years for the advertising agency which made its home on the top 5 floors of a major high rise along the lakeshore in Chicago and had seen numerous executives, both male and female, come and go. However, Jack had never seen anyone like Sara before. 

Sara carried herself with a professional confidence. She dressed sexy, yet tasteful and appropriate for the corporate world. Jack had noticed Sara immediately the first day she started working and he wasn't the only one. In the first month there, quite a few people and not just the men had hit on Sara, either. She was amazed by how many times some hot, young number would approach her in the woman's bathroom. Flattered as she was, she always turned them down. After all, this was work and she had to keep things professional.

During the first six months they worked together, Jack and Sara only saw each other occasionally, working on different floors in different departments, but when they did see each other, there were always smiles and pleasant hellos between them.

Sara loved Jack's dark eyes. He was a handsome man in his early 40's with slightly graying, dark brown hair. Jack wasn't tall, but was confident, both with his professional demeanor and as a sexual being. He kept himself fit, but wasn't a hard-core weight lifter, and Sara loved his wonderfully tight ass.

Sara was a beautiful brunette, late 30's with long shapely legs, a nice ass and voluptuous breasts. She was very smart and had made her way up the corporate ladder in a short period of time. Although she wasn't satisfied with her position in the agency, Sara was patient and would wait for her opportunity to move up. 

Sara and Jack began their flirtatious dance after Sara had been at the company for around 12 months. They shared small talk during presentations and occasionally discussed personal matters such as movies, music & sometimes even sex during some shared lunches. One afternoon in particular, Sara was sitting with some of her female co-workers at lunch while Jack sat across the room with a couple of the other VP's. She caught his eyes and directed him to look below the table. While sitting there eating and conversing with her friends, Sara, uncrossed and crossed her legs slowly a few times, inching her skirt up her thighs, until Jack could clearly make out her lacy white panties. Jack almost couldn't keep up his end of the conversation, being so distracted by Sara's thighs and panties. Laughing, she just winked at Jack and they went back to finish their lunches.

That afternoon, in the elevator Sara happened to be on her way up to Jack's floor to meet with a couple of the other executives, when Jack got on after her, gave a polite smile and hello and stood just in front of her on the ride up. More people got on the elevator and soon Jack stood slightly to the right, but still in front of Sara. With her heart beating loud enough she thought everyone would hear it, she slowly eased her right hand forward and cupped Jack's left cheek of his ass. Shocked by the touch on his ass, Jack covered his shock by coughing and glancing back and to his left, to see Sara smiling with a devilish grin and a wicked glint in her eyes. Jack didn't say a word, just continued to stand where he was and allow Sara to cop a feel. Sara didn't just quickly fondle his ass though, but slowly stroked his cheek, paying careful attention to not get noticed. Damn his ass felt fine, she thought, as the elevator finally arrived at their floor. Jack walked off and headed straight for his office, while Sara continued on to her meeting.

Sitting in his office, Jack couldn't believe Sara's actions. She was becoming very bold and he knew she was very sexually confident, one of the main reasons he was attracted to her. There is something intrinsically attractive about a sexually confident woman. As he sat there, he wondered how far she would be willing to go and to what end was she willing to play. Jack had to work this just right as he sat back and got his mind adjusted back to work.

It had been more than a week since Sara had grabbed Jack's ass in the elevator and shown him her panties and Jack and Sara had seen little of each other at work. Jack was one of the first on the elevator that morning and Sara gave him a cheerful "good morning" as she joined him and a handful of others on their way up to work. Sara turned and stood in front of Jack facing the elevator doors and as more people entered the elevator she was soon pressed up against him. 

As the elevator began its assent, Sara pushed herself backwards, resting her ass comfortably against Jack's groin. Jack looked around at the others in the elevator and not seeing anyone else notice, lowered his right hand to Sara's hip and pushed his hardening member further against her ass. Wow, he feels wonderful thought Sara as she began to get wet. Jack continued to push himself against her. There in the elevator with others around them, Sara slowly ground herself back and forth against Jack's hardness. Sara closed her eyes and leaned back further into Jack as his right hand continued to caress her hip and ass. Soon the elevator was at Sara's floor and she had to tear herself away from Jack and wind her way to the elevator doors. Jack moved his briefcase in front of him to hide his erection as the elevator continued to his floor.

Sara made her way to her office smiling and greeted everyone with a pleasant good morning. She quickly closed her door and sat down in her chair. Behind her desk she sat and found herself wanting Jack, still feeling him pressed up behind her. She slid her hands up under her skirt and found her panties soaked. Sliding her fingers inside her panties, Sara slowly slid two fingers up and down her slit and stopping at her clit, ground her fingers in a circle. She had never been this turned on at work, but realized she needed to get control and focus back on work.

Jack had a very difficult time making his way to his office due to his erection, but somehow made it as he settled down and began to focus on work. His assistant, Kelly knocked on the door and instantly he regained his composure.

"Come on in Kelly", Jack said as his assistant entered his office, "and good morning".

"Good morning, Jack," Kelly replied as she handed him some interoffice mail and memo's. "You have a 10 o'clock meeting with Steve this morning, but your afternoon is wide open." she continued. "Is there anything that needs attention first thing this morning," Kelly asked.

"No, I think I'm all set for my 10 o'clock, but I'll let you know if anything comes up," replied Jack.

Jack had needed to relieve the pressure in his pants, but now forced himself back to focusing on work. Checking his emails and messages, Jack noticed an email from Sara and immediately his thoughts turned to that hot ass of hers pressed against him in the elevator. Wondering what she had in mind for the day, he opened the email from her.

"Nice crowded elevator this morning. Hope you have a wonderful day. Sara." Is all it read? What was she up to, thought Jack.

Jack decided to send Sara an inter office mail package with some special instructions. Let's see how much she's willing to play today, thought Jack as he called for Kelly.

"Please deliver this to Sara in marketing", he asked Kelly as he handed her the package.

"Right away," said Kelly as she headed towards the elevator.

Kelly delivered the package to Sara directly and headed back upstairs to get back to work.

Sara sat the package down and continued to work on a proposal. However, her mind wandered and she opened the package from Jack. In it was a single note.

"Wondering what you have in mind for the day? Hoping that the elevator ride turned you on as much as you know it did me. Place your panties in the envelope and return them to me. Make sure they are damp from this morning. Hope this isn't too aggressive? Jack." Read the note.

What am I doing? Thought Sara; but once again, her hands wandered down to her legs and up her skirt to her panties. This time she used her fingers more aggressively and pressed her panties harder into her pussy, causing more of her juice to spill into her panties. Once good and damp, she carefully slid them down and off her legs and quickly slid them into an envelope then into the inter-office envelope to be returned to Jack. 

Sara called for Amy to come and get a package to be delivered back to Jack. "Thanks, Amy", said Sara as she handed the package to her assistant. Amy immediately made her way to the elevator and upstairs to Jack's office, where she handed the package back to Jack's assistant Kelly.

Jack wasn't at his desk, but Kelly placed the package on his desk and watched Amy as she walked back to the elevator. Amy has a really nice ass, which Kelly had noticed before, and Kelly smiled as Amy turned and waved back at her before the elevator doors closed.

Jack returned to his desk a couple of minutes later to find the returned package from Sara. He turned and closed the door, before opening the inter-office envelope. He reached in and pulled out the envelope inside with a smile on his face. Hoping she had placed her panties inside, Jack opened the envelope and was greeted with the wonderful musky scent of Sara's pussy as he pulled out her panties. They were a small, lacy pink thong and the crotch was still moist. Jack wanted to pull them to his nose and inhale, but didn't want to get caught by Kelly or anyone else coming into his office, so he quickly put them back into the envelope and placed the envelope into his bottom drawer of his file cabinet at his desk. Kelly buzzed in on the phone and reminded Jack about his 10 o'clock.

"Thanks, Kelly," Jack responded into the intercom and he gathered his material and proceeded to his meeting with Steve.

As Jack left for his meeting with Steve, Kelly noticed his face was flush and he seemed worked up. She decided she'd try and find that envelope from Sara once Jack left for the day.

Kelly wondered what had upset Jack so much as she watched him hurry off to his meeting. She wondered what Sara had sent him in that envelope and her curiosity got the better of her. Beyond her best judgment, Kelly walked into Jack's office and did a quick look around the room to see if she could see the envelope, but didn't. So, looking behind her to see that Jack was gone, Kelly ventured further into her bosses office and began searching his desk for the envelope.

Finally finding it in the bottom file drawer, behind some other files, Kelly hesitated and looked out of Jack's office to see if anyone was watching her. Jack would be in his meeting with Steve for at least an hour, but she didn't want to get caught. Seeing that everyone was pretty much working and not noticing anything out of the ordinary, she opened the envelope and found the other envelope inside. Kelly pulled out that envelope and proceeded to open it. Its contents fell into her lap. It was a ladies pink thong! Kelly knew they had to be Sara's because her assistant Amy delivered the envelope. Still curious, Kelly looked around and quickly brought the thong to her nose and inhaled Sara's wonderful scent. Damn, she smells hot, thought Kelly, but quickly put the thong & envelope back into the inter-office envelope, then back in the drawer.

Kelly returned to her desk and tried to focus on work, but she couldn't get Sara's scent or the thought that a hot woman like Sara was walking around the office without her panties on. Her bare pussy exposed to the open air. Kelly was too turned on to get any work done and although she considered herself heterosexual, she definitely had some bi-sexual thoughts & fantasies. Her pussy was damp and required some immediate attention. Damn, she thought, why didn't I pack my vibe, as she practically ran to the women's bathroom on the floor?

The elevator doors opened and Amy saw Kelly quickly walking away from her desk. What's her hurry, thought Amy, as she quickened her pace to follow Kelly.

Kelly reached the bathroom furthest away from anyone and quickly checked the other stalls, before jumping into one, quickly locking the door and dropping her skirt to the floor. Her hands a mind of their own as she slid her right hand into her panties and buried two fingers into her wet pussy. She was soaked. With her other hand, Kelly massaged her right breast, pinching her nipple as she quickly pumped her fingers in and out of her wetness. Lost in the rapture of fucking herself, Kelly didn't hear the door open and shut, until she heard a voice call out.

"Kelly, you ok?" Oh shit, that's Amy, thought Kelly. How did she find me?

As if reading her mind, "Sara asked that I come up and speak with you about some files from Jack, so, when I saw you walking away from your desk, I just followed you." Spoke Amy.

"You were in a pretty big hurry, are you alright?" she asked again.

"Yes", Kelly weakly answered her. "Not feeling too well, that's all." She lied.

"Funny," mocked Amy, "sounded more like you were feeling really well."

"Is there anything that I could help you with?" she asked, standing at the door to the stall. "I'll lock the bathroom door, if you'd like," asked Amy, pleading with Kelly, as she walked over and locked the bathroom door.

Upon hearing Amy lock the door, Kelly unlocked the stall door and stood there with her hand still buried in her panties. "Need some help?" Amy again offered as she stepped into the stall and wrapped her arms around Kelly, kissing her passionately while pushing her up against the stall partition.

Kelly returned the kiss, as if she'd never been kissed before. Realistically speaking, Kelly had never been kissed like this by anyone, ever, especially another woman. Amy devoured Kelly's lips and quickly their tongues danced around each other. As the kiss continued, Amy reached for Kelly's hand in her panties and stopping the kiss, brought Kelly's fingers to her mouth. Amy slowly, opened her mouth and licked Kelly's sex off her fingers and gently sucked them both further into her mouth.

"My god, Amy, that feels so good. My pussy is so wet & I need to cum really bad." Kelly moaned.

"I would have guessed that by the way you practically ran to the bathroom," responded Amy with a wicked grin. "Guess, I'll have to take care of your pussy for you," she continued as she squatted down before Kelly.

Amy reached out and pulled down Kelly's black panties, exposing her cleanly shaved, dripping pussy. Amy leaned in and thrust her tongue into Kelly's moist lips, licking up towards her clit. She knew Kelly was close to orgasm and needed to cum fast. Amy continued to lick up and down Kelly's slit as her juices leaked profusely down her inner thighs.

"Yessss, Amy, lick my pussy," hissed Kelly as she put her hands on the back of Amy's head and tried to get more of her talented tongue inside her.

Amy spread Kelly's lips and thrust two of her fingers up inside her and quickly clamped her lips down on Kelly's clit. Sucking hard, Amy quickly pumped her fingers in and out of Kelly. Kelly's eyes were closed and she was grinding herself down hard on Amy's hand and finally with a guttural moan she came, harder than she had in a long time.

As Kelly came back down from her orgasm, Amy stood, straightened her skirt and softly kissed Kelly's sexy mouth. It was a very soft sensuous kiss that felt like they had been lovers forever.

"So, what got you so worked up, you just had to run off and rub one off?" asked Amy, curiously.

"You won't believe me if I told you," replied Kelly, "plus if I tell you, Jack might fire me, and I can't lose this job, he is too good to work for," she continued.

"Did it have anything to do with the package from Sara, this morning?" asked Amy, with interest. She knew Jack & Sara had a thing for each other and that they had been flirting with each other lately, like a couple of horny teenagers. "Sara was in a very good mood this morning when she first arrived. Then a package from Jack comes down and she returns the package back to Jack fairly quick. She looked a little flushed when she gave it to me...kind of like you look, now." Amy concluded.

"What was in the envelope, Kelly?" asked Amy, again, but more sternly this time.

"Sara's pink thong" Kelly responded in a whisper. "And they smelled so hot; I got really turned on thinking of her rubbing her pussy through her panties, so I guess I needed to get off." She continued.

"That little slut!" exclaimed Amy. "Who does she think she is just giving her panties away without permission?" She was ticked.

"But she's your supervisor, Amy. How can you act like that?" asked Kelly.

Amy looked at Kelly and realized she said more than she should of. "Never mind, Sara and I will discuss the situation. I'm sorry I got so upset. I better get back to work before she wonders where I am."

Amy left Kelly to straighten herself up, unlocked the bathroom door and headed back down to her desk, forgetting about the files she was supposed to get.

Jack left his meeting with Steve, pleased with not only the meeting and its content, but also with himself. It was lunchtime and Jack hoped he'd run into Sara. Rounding the corner, Jack had to stop short of running head first into Sara, as she herself was hurrying to the café.

"Oh, excuse me." Jack offered, as he smiled at Sara. "Guess we are both kind of in a hurry", he stated.

"Yes, well, I was coming to look for you," said Sara. "We need to discuss the marketing project from last weeks meeting." Sara handed him an envelope, which read Do Not Bend Photos, as she gave him a sly wink and devilish little smile.

"Is this something we need to go over together, or should I review this and get back to you?" asked Jack.

"It's not important for us to look at them together; in fact, I'd rather have your honest opinion, once you have a chance to look the preview over." Sara said and turned to leave.

"When would be a good time to get together to discuss them?" asked Jack. "Later this afternoon or can it wait till tomorrow?"

"Whenever you have some free time on your hands," Answered Sara as the elevator doors closed in front of her.

Jack returned to his office with the envelope and asked Kelly to hold his calls; he didn't want to be disturbed. Jack closed the door to his office and took a deep breath, walked to his desk and sat down in his chair. He quickly checked his email and noticed an email from Sara from earlier.

The email read, "Jack, hope you enjoyed the package from this morning. I couldn't keep from thinking about your response. In fact, I had a difficult time focusing on anything else. Guess I'll have to take care of things before getting back to work. I might even have to send you the results. Take care." Her email ended with a little smiley face.

Jack couldn't open the envelope fast enough. In it was a floppy disk with a sticky note, "Enjoy, you can tell I did!" Jack slid the disk into his computer and clicked on his Explorer, finding the correct drive; he double clicked and opened its contents. There were four digital photos and he clicked on the first one with great enthusiasm.

The first picture was of Sara's panty-less pussy, or at least he assumed it was Sara. She had a small patch of hair just above her slit, but was clean-shaven everywhere else. Her lips were slightly puffy and Jack could make out a slight bit of moisture as he stared at her pussy. The next picture Jack clicked on showed Sara's hand spreading her lips and exposing her clit. Jack had seen pussy before, however, he'd never seen one so beautiful, so close, and yet so out of reach.




Look But Don't Touch?



The third picture on the disc was one Jack was hoping to see. There buried to the hilt with lips spread wide were two of Sara's fingers. He could clearly see how turned on she was by the moisture dripping down her slit towards her ass. Jack was incredibly turned on, but the fourth picture took his breath away. Without giving away who was in the picture, this last picture showed a wonderfully sexy mouth wrapped around the two fingers, which were only moments before inside her pussy. Jack finished viewing the pictures and ejected the disk from his computer and dropped it in the envelope containing Sara's thong.

Jack had a difficult time making it from his desk to the bathroom with a raging hard on, but he managed and soon had his right hand wrapped around that erection, stroking quickly and with his eyes closed he imagined Sara on her knees her moist lips wrapped around his cock. With his left hand keeping a steady grip on the toilet partition, his stroking increased and his balls tightened. It didn't take long and he was soon shooting his load into the toilet in front of him. Relieved from the strain against his pants, Jack adjusted his clothes & made his way back to his office. Passing by his assistant, Kelly, he noticed she seemed to be smiling knowingly to herself about something.

"Is there something you'd like to share, Kelly?" asked Jack, curiously.

"No, Jack, sorry, just read something funny from Amy," Replied Kelly.

"Isn't that Sara's assistant?" Jack asked. 

"Yes, her and I are friends, both here and not at work," answered Kelly. "That's not against company policy or anything isn't?" she asked with a wink.

"No, of course not," answered Jack, "although, maybe it should be, young lady!"

Kelly just smiled and went back to work, shooting off a quick email to Amy about Jack running to the bathroom with what looked like a massive erection. However, work continued as usual and the day finally came to an end without any further exciting encounters.

The next day couldn't start soon enough for Jack. His mind was working overtime last night trying to figure out the next step in his flirtatious escapade with Sara and how much he should pressure her, after all, some people had been fired for less sexual harassment than what had already happened between the two of them. He needed to proceed carefully.

A couple of meetings first thing in the morning kept Jack's mind on work, however, returning to his office just before lunch, Jack saw Amy leaving Kelly's desk after dropping off an interoffice envelope.

"Good morning Jack," greeted Amy as she passed him on her way to the elevator.

"Good morning Amy," replied Jack, "is Sara busy this afternoon?" he asked.

"No, I think her schedule if fairly open and flexible this afternoon," answered Amy. "Should I have her call you later?" she asked.

"No," replied Jack. "I'll give her a call this afternoon, probably just after lunch. Thanks, though." He finished as the elevator doors closed between him and Amy.

Jack thought how lucky Sara was to have such a bright, sexy assistant working for her. Speaking of bright sexy assistants, Jack wondered where Kelly was, not seeing her at her desk. Jack returned to his office to check his messages and verify his schedule for this afternoon. Sitting down at his desk, Jack noticed the bottom drawer of his file cabinet was not shut all the way. Opening the drawer, he also noticed the envelope containing the thong and disk was sitting wide open in the back of the drawer. He knew he didn't leave it like that and wondered who had been in his files.

Kelly had returned to her desk and appeared slightly disheveled, so Jack called her into the office. "Yes, Jack?" she asked as she stood in the doorway.

"Come on in and close the door behind you, please." He asked Kelly and she sat down nervously.

"Is everything ok?" Jack asked Kelly. "You look slightly flustered or upset."

Kelly looked away from Jack, and responded, "No, I'm fine, just a little tired or something," she lied.

Jack wondered, "Are you sure you're ok?" he asked again. "There's something I'd like to ask you, but I want an honest answer." He continued, "We have a really good work relationship, don't we?" Jack asked Kelly.

"Yes, Jack, you're great to work for and easy to get along with." She answered. Not to mention very easy on the eyes, she thought to herself. However, she did start to squirm in her seat, wondering what Jack was getting at.

"Well, as I said, I'd like an honest answer, so, did you happen to find anything of interest in the back of my bottom file drawer?" Jack asked her directly.

She was caught and she knew she shouldn't lie to Jack.

"Yes, I did & I couldn't help myself. They smelled so hot and it turned me on so much, I had to take care of myself. However that was yesterday, and you had all those meetings this morning, so I thought I'd take another look and found the disk with the pictures. God they are fantastic & I couldn't help myself and again had to rub one off in the ladies room." She babbled on. "I'm so sorry & god, this is really embarrassing," she quietly said as she looked at Jack with tears welling up in her eyes.

Jack sat back in his chair, taking a moment to think about this whole situation. On one hand, his assistant had been sticking her nose where it didn't belong, however, here was his hot, young sexy assistant admitting she masturbated at work and found Sara's panties and pictures a turn-on, not that he could blame her for that.

With that, Jack relaxed, "Kelly, it's ok; I know you were only doing your job to begin with, however, you did go through my files without my knowledge. I understand your fascination with the items in question and share in that fascination, which is why I'm not going to report that anything happened. We'll both just forget about this and continue to work together as professionals. Is that clear?"

Kelly looked at him with her beautiful brown eyes and smiled. She had another thought. "Yes, Jack, that sounds fine, however, since we share this interest, is there anything I can help you with?" she asked him.

"What did you have in mind, Kelly?" Jack asked her curiously.

"I think Sara's assistant could help us both get what we want, as long as she sets it up." Kelly explained. "I don't think their relationship is the same away from work as it is here." She continued with a sly smile, not telling Jack everything, but definitely catching his interest.

"Go on..." Jack asked her and they continued to further discuss the situation until late that evening...

The week continued and passed without further exploits between Jack and Sara and finally the end of the week had arrived.

Jack arrived at work early to finish up some work and around 8:30 that morning received an email from Amy, Sara's assistant that a conference call had been scheduled with a client of theirs late this evening at 8:00pm and his attendance would be required. 

Great, there goes a great start to the weekend, thought Jack. And he went back to the business at hand.

Kelly arrived later than usual this morning, however, with a sly wink and a flip of her short skirt, Jack forgave her. Kelly had been wearing some very flattering clothes during the week and today was not exception. Jack asked her to check his schedule for meetings and to get to work on some items needed for that conference call tonight.

"Isn't that kind of late to be scheduling a conference call?" asked Kelly.

"Yes, well, when clients call, we must answer. Don't worry; you don't need to stick around." Jack answered.

"Oh, that's not a problem, I didn't have any thing else planned for this evening & who knows, you might need some help during the call," responded Kelly.

"Great," said Jack, "Why don't you go ahead and order some Chinese for this evening before the call and we'll pull everything together." He continued as he went back to his desk to continue to prepare for tonight.

Kelly checked his schedule and with nothing else planned for today, she began to gather the necessary information for the conference call. Kelly also responded to Amy's email and let her know that both Jack and Kelly would be available for the call tonight.

Amy received the email from Kelly letting her know they would be ready for the conference, and even though Kelly wasn't part of this little scheme, Amy smiled all the more to herself. She'd have to take an extra long lunch to prepare for this evening, thought Amy and she let Sara know that she, too, would be taking an extra long lunch this afternoon, but wouldn't tell her why. This could be fun, thought Amy.

Amy took Sara to the spa for an afternoon of pampering, and even though she wasn't sure what her assistant was up to, Sara appreciated the attention. Amy made sure that they both received a full body massage and she insisted on a Brazilian wax for her pet, Sara. For even though, Amy worked for Sara, Amy was Sara's master and demanded the best from her sub at all times, even at work. 

Amy had been furious with Sara for her flirting with Jack; however, she couldn't stay mad at her for long, especially when the thought of where this could go came to her. She would "punish" Sara, soon enough. The two of them spent most of the afternoon at the spa and returned to work after 3pm. Most of the employees had left for the weekend, since it was company policy to allow its employees Friday afternoons off, the office would be quiet for tonight. Not even the cleaning crew would disrupt the planned events.

Jack and Kelly ate their Chinese while putting together their presentation for tonight's conference call in a very relaxed but professional manner and both wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, so they could enjoy their respective weekends. Soon it was time for the conference call and Jack asked Kelly to shut his door, even though he knew no one else was around. It was habit. Kelly shut the door and returned to her seat, when Amy rang in to see if everything was ready.

"Yes, Amy, Kelly and I are all set on this end, is our client ready as well?" Jack asked.

"Well, Sara isn't in here yet, so I thought this would be a good time to review the agenda." Amy responded. "This conference call isn't really work related, however, both of you will find it enjoyable and entertaining. The entertainment for this evening is my pet, Sara, however, she doesn't know who is on the other end of this call, and I'd like to keep it that way. Is that understood?" she asked.

"What is the meaning of this Amy? Do we understand what?" asked Jack.

"I'm sorry Jack, but that wasn't an answer to the question!" scolded Amy, with a stern tone. "Do you both understand?" she asked again, this time more firmly.

Kelly & Jack looked at each curiously, however, they both shrugged their shoulders and answered in unison, "Yes, Amy."

"Good," responded Amy, "now from what I understand, my pet has been showing off her pussy to you, and your assistant has been nosey, hasn't she, Jack?" Amy continued, "If either one of you would you like to get to know my pet more intimately, you'll sit there and listen during this call, however, neither one of you is allowed to speak. Is that understood?" she asked, again with a very stern demeanor.

"Yes, Amy." Jack & Kelly again responded in unison. Jack was beginning to enjoy this and was hoping this wouldn't be the last time they could all play at work together.

"Ok, my pet, please come in and assume the position." Came Amy's voice over the speakerphone. Amy had opened the door and allowed Sara into the office they were making the call in; it was after all Sara's office. "Now take your clothes off, quickly." Amy ordered her pet.

"Yes, mistress", responded Sara.

"Please tell our guests, whom you serve & what you are." Amy requested.

"I am your pet, Mistress Amy & I serve you." Sara answered her.

"Now, please tell our guests what you are doing and what I am going to be doing to you, my pet." Amy continued in a demanding stern tone.

"I am completely naked as requested by my mistress and I am on my knees on my desk with my ass in the air awaiting your next command." Sara spoke the words as if this was commonplace.

"Please continue", requested Amy.

"My pussy is completely bald, as is my ass & my nipples are erect, ready for whatever my mistress has planned." Sara stated, again as matter of fact.

"Very good, my pet", replied Amy, as she could be heard removing her clothes in the background while standing behind Sara. "Now, I understand that you and a co-worker have been having a flirtatious relationship, isn't that correct?" inquired Amy.

"Yes, mistress", Sara answered.

"Tell our guests how naughty you've been and what you would like to do with this co-worker", demanded Amy.

Sara, hesitated, not knowing who was on the other end of the call, if anyone, and when she didn't answer immediately...SMACK! Amy's hand came down hard on her right cheek, spanking her ass & leaving a red mark, which caused Sara to wince.

"Tell them!" scolded Amy again.

"Yes mistress. I've sent a co-worker my wet panties after rubbing them against my pussy and I've sent the same co-worker some pictures of me playing with myself, even sucking on my fingers after I came on them, imagining that I was sucking on his cock after he had fucked me." Sara explained.

"Who were you thinking of while playing with your pussy, my pet?" asked Amy, already knowing the answer.

"His name is Jack & I've thought about his cock fucking me in numerous ways my mistress." Sara responded to the inquiry from her mistress.

Amy had removed her clothes and was now standing behind Sara, naked with a large strap-on dildo. "Would my pet like me to fuck her pussy like Jack would?" she asked with some disdain.

"Yes, mistress, please fuck me with your cock like Jack would!" Sara begged her mistress.

"Tell me, my pet, what you would like to do with Jack's cock before he fucks you?" asked Amy.

As Sara began to describe what she wanted to do with Jack, Amy reached between her legs and slowly stroked Sara's soft pussy. Sara was already soaking wet with the anticipation of her mistress fucking her. Amy loved the way Sara served her.

"I would like to kneel before him and slowly undo his pants, letting them fall to the ground. Reaching up with both hands, I'd yank down his underwear and let his cock free. I imagine it's a beautiful cock, and I'd take it my right hand and slowly begin to stroke him. Mmmmm, I'd wrap my lips around the head and slowly suck him into my wet mouth to get him nice and hard." As Sara continued her description, Amy eased the head of her cock into Sara's wet pussy. "Yes, mistress that feels so good, your cock is so big and hard. I'm going to make Jack's cock big and hard as well. Still slowly stroking his cock, I pull my mouth off him and begin to suck on his balls, one at a time, lifting up his shaft to allow me to suck and lick his sack. His balls feel wonderful in my mouth, mistress."

Amy continued to slide her fake cock in and out of Sara's pussy, which was very wet as it began making slurping sounds, which were clearly heard by Jack and Kelly over the speakerphone.

During the phone call, Jack & Kelly had become uncomfortably aroused. Kelly looked out to the office beyond to see if anyone was around & when she didn't see anyone, decided she'd make herself more comfortable. As quietly as possible, she stood up and slid her skirt off and to the floor, allowing Jack to see her black lace thong. Jack had been sitting behind his desk and had undone his pants as well to allow his cock to spring up and relieve the pressure in his pants. However, Kelly couldn't see what he was doing so she walked around Jack's desk and sat down on top facing him. Jack had backed his chair up allowing Kelly access as well as the full visual of his erection. Kelly licked her lips seductively as they listened to Sara continue her description.

"Jack's cock is big and hard, isn't it my pet?" asked Amy. Kelly nodded her agreement with a wink at Jack. "Would you like Jack to fuck your pussy or your ass?" Amy continued.

"My ass, mistress, please put Jack's big cock in my ass!" Sara begged, as she turned to look at Amy and spread her cheeks.

"Where do you want Jack to put his hard cock?" Amy asked again.

"In my ass" Sara responded.

"Beg him for it!" demanded her mistress, while she firmly held onto Sara's hips.

"Please Jack, fuck my ass! Stick your big hard cock in my ass!" shouted Sara as she braced for the fucking she knew her mistress would give her.

Amy placed the head of her slick fake cock at the entrance to her pet's ass and shoved hard, impaling the entire length of her dildo into Sara's ass.

Sara gasped as the cock spread her ass and winced with some slight pain, which was quickly replaced by the pleasure of having her ass completely filled. Amy slowly pulled her cock out and slammed it back in with a slap as she began to leisurely ass fuck her pet. She loved the fact that her pet was such the butt-slut.

Jack & Kelly could only imagine what Amy looked like fucking her pet Sara as they both began pleasuring themselves. Kelly's hand had disappeared into her panties and she had two fingers quickly up in her pussy, fucking herself, while she watched Jack slowly stroke his cock. Her other hand had disappeared up her shirt; however, Jack couldn't keep his eyes off of Kelly's hand in her panties. He wanted to see more. And reaching out with both his hands he grabbed her thong and quickly pulled it down and off, exposing her beautiful, wet pussy to his face. Jack loved to give cunnilingus and wasted no time replacing Kelly's fingers with his tongue, pulling her ass closer to the edge of his desk, he licked the entire length of her slit causing her to moan loudly.

Sara heard the moans, but didn't care. The only thing that mattered was being fucked by her mistress. "Please mistress, please fuck me, fuck my ass!" she begged.

Amy slapped her ass again, with another loud smack, as she increased the tempo. Amy's pussy was on fire and she was close to orgasm as she fucked her pet harder and harder.

Amy's thighs slapped into the back of Sara's ass and reverberated through the phone as Jack continued to suck on Kelly's pussy. He took two fingers and shoved them deep into her pussy while his tongue danced on her clit. Kelly was close as well, as she closed her eyes and squeezed her right breast under her shirt, pinching and pulling the nipple as it became hard. Jack fucked her pussy with his hand and clamped down on her clit while he sucked intensely, causing her to climax. Kelly came with squeal, which she tried to keep quiet, but couldn't, the squeal turned into a long moan of pleasure.

Having heard whomever it was coming through the speakerphone; Sara knew that she had helped that person reach orgasm. This knowledge and her mistresses able fucking caused her to have her own wonderful orgasm as her mistress Amy continued to thoroughly fuck her ass.

Amy's own orgasm was quickly behind her pets and she reached down with both hands to cup Sara's breasts, while she slammed her cock into Sara's ass one last time grinding her own pussy hard against her lover's ass, coming as she gently kissed the back of Sara's neck.

Amy reached down and hung up the phone, allowing her some quiet time alone with her pet.

The hum of the phone call being ended caught both Jack and Kelly by surprise. 

Jack sat back with a glistening face and still painfully aware of his erection. Kelly didn't say a word, just slid off his desk onto her knees and quickly engulfed Jack's cock with her mouth. He wasn't the biggest she'd ever had; however, he quickly grew as she took him to the back of her throat. With her left hand she reached up and cupped his testicles and continued to suck on his cock, keeping it wet as she bobbed her head up and down in his lap. 




Look But Don't Touch?



Jack closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Kelly's moist mouth and with the images of Amy fucking Sara's ass still fresh in his mind; he came, shooting burst after burst of cum into Kelly's mouth. She had been ready for his load and eagerly swallowed every last drop making sure to clean and lick the head as she smiled up at Jack as he sat there smiling looking down at her.

Jack's erection however didn't falter. Still hard, he lifted Kelly from her kneeling position, turned her around and bent her over onto his desk. Kelly was amazed with Jack's stamina, but didn't complain, even after all that had happened, she desperately needed a hard cock in her pussy. Kelly lay on Jack's desk, spread her legs and grabbed the edge of the desk, bracing herself for the extreme fucking she hoped to receive.

Jack didn't make Kelly wait long. He slowly eased his erection up into Kelly's very wet pussy until his entire length was inside her, causing her to moan. Jack leaned down over his assistant to whisper in her ear.

"Beg for it!" he growled lewdly.

Kelly was incredibly turned on. "Please Jack, fuck my pussy like you want to fuck Sara, I need your cock. Please, master, fuck me hard!" Kelly begged, as she turned and looked back into her bosses beautiful brown eyes.

Hearing Kelly call him "master" was all Jack needed to hear, as he grabbed her hips, eased his cock almost all the way out and slammed it back into Kelly's pussy so hard her ass quivered. Kelly grunted with the impact. Jack was incredibly hard and he increased the pace of their fucking. Holding onto the desk and enjoying every thrust of Jack's cock, Kelly was in ecstasy. It had been too long since she'd last been fucked like this. Jack pounded into Kelly with an amazing tempo and each time he pulled out of her, Kelly's pussy sucked him back in.

Sweating and grunting with the intensity of their sex, Jack and Kelly each began to reach another orgasm. Kelly cried out first and her orgasm caused her pussy to clench down around Jack's cock. With a final hard thrust, Jack's cock pulsed numerous times as he emptied his load inside his assistant.

Jack pulled his now shrinking cock from Kelly's pussy with a wet slurping sound and sat back in his chair. Kelly didn't move and he watched as his seed dripped from her well-fucked slit. Kelly didn't say a word as she stood up and collected her clothes until she reached the door and turned around to look at Jack, her boss. Her master.

"Master," she said, as Jack raised his head to look at his beautiful assistant, "I hope I can continue to be of assistance in helping you achieve that which you so desire. I will do anything you ask of me."

Jack looked at her incredibly. "Kelly, you have never disappointed me before. As with tonight, you were amazing and responded better than I could ever have hoped for. I know you will do anything I ask of you and with your help, we will share in not only achieving that which we desire but also, maybe even turning the tables on her mistress." He said with a wicked grin.

Kelly smiled at Jack, knowing that not only would their relationship would be different when she returned to work on Monday, but also that her master would do everything he could to have Sara spread naked and begging to be pleasured.

As he drove home, Jack realized how absolutely lucky he was to work with such sexy, adventurous women. His assistant Kelly had been very eager to please him this evening; however, he knew that she too, wanted to be able to have some one on one time with Sara. Something Jack would make sure would happen, sooner than later.



Look But Don't Touch



"You free for the next hour or so?" you ask in a text.

"Sure," is my reply. "What's up?"

"I have a little surprise I think you might like. See you in 30."

I'm curious and a tad excited. You and I have talked all sorts of fantasies, but tried to keep things on the level. Is this a social call? Is this a flirt session in person? I only have to wait 30 minutes to find out.

You ring from downstairs and tell me you have a friend with you. I buzz you in, wondering what to expect. When you reach the condo front door, I open it to see you in a very sexy outfit. . . and I guy is with you.

You introduce me to Andy and I invite you two in. I gesture for you to sit down in the living room and I watch you walk down the hall: You're wearing my old favorite snake skin fuck me pumps, a short mini-skirt, and a skin-tight shirt. Wow. My cock stirs in my pants at the sight of you.

You and Andy sit down and you proceed to tell me you've brought a play friend with you. Since you and I can't get it on, would I like to watch, and even direct the two of you in the process.

Wow again. More like, Holy shit! Uh, "YES!" I quickly blurt out.

"Ok then. The rule is no touching of either one of us. Deal?" you ask.

"Deal. Andy . . . Kiss her already, will you? Slip a hand around the back of her neck and pull her face towards you. Let's see some big, open mouthed, wet, passionate kissing."

You two are so hot to watch. And so eager to put on a show for me. What a fantasy come true. I especially like the directing role I get to have.

"Ok Andy. Take your other hand and pull her skirt up to expose her panties. . . Whoa! No panties. Nice! Now Jen, reach down and start rubbing his stiffening cock through his jeans."

You, not to be out done, stop kissing and look over at me as the two of you continue to rub each other, and say to me "Do you remember what it used to feel like when I rubbed your cock like this? Do you remember how my pussy felt on your finger tips? Come closer so you can see his finger slide in and out of my already juicy pussy."

You little hottie, you. You are such a fantastic slut. I love how you get into sex and enjoy the moment.

"Unzip his pants and take out his cock. I want to see your hand around it," I say.

You oblige me, slowly pulling his zipper down all the way, and then unbuttoning his waist button. Andy has gone commando too, and out pops his stiff cock, fully attentive and thick and veiny.

You look over at me as you slip your hand around his big, hard cock shaft, staring me in the eyes as you wrap your fingers around it and begin to slowly stroke it. "Oh my God, G. His cock is SO hard. I can feel it throbbing in my hand. Why don't you take out your cock and stroke your own cock the same way I'm stroking his."

I don't hesitate for a second. I unzip my pants and fish out my cock, already adorned with my favorite cock ring. My cock is hard and throbbing and I quickly begin stroking it just as you're stroking Andy's big shaft, timing my movements to match your hand.

You go back to kissing him deeply, your tongues swirling around each other. Andy's finger is lightly rubbing your pussy lips, spreading your pussy juices all around your hard clit and pouty labias. I'm mesmerized by the site before me. 

I come closer to the couch where the two of you have sat down and are really getting into each other. I can smell your pussy's aroma as you get more and more turned on. Here you are, getting busy with your new guy, in front of your ex. That's the tight little pussy I used to love to bang as hard as I could. That's the luscious mouth I absolutely loved being sucked by. This is the gorgeous hottie of a woman that used to deep throat my cock and take my cum load.

By now, I'm sitting on the floor a mere few feet from the action. I'm watching close up as you stroke his meet stick. I'm watching close up as he slides a wet finger in and out of your tight little pussy hole. I shift over a little bit so I can see that delectable pussy of yours and Andy decides I need to see your hot little love canal and proceeds to spread your pussy lips wide. Now I can literally look up into your pussy and see where my cock used to slide in and out, where I hope I get to see Andy's slide in and out.

Meanwhile, your stroking his cock has had an effect: His cock head is starting to glisten with the leakage of precum all over it. You notice and take your hand wrapped around his shaft at the base and tighten your grip considerably, making your lover groan into your mouth as you kiss.

"Get down there and lick his precum, you naughty little slut," I tell you. 

You bend down and begin lapping at his shiny mushroom head while holding his cock at the base so it looks big and long. 

"Lick it like a lollipop," I say. "Now stick out your tongue and slap his cock head against it a whole bunch. Good. Good girl. Andy? I think it's high time you spank her wet pussy a few times. Will you do that for me?"

"Sure thing!" replies Andy.

You jump a little with each light tap of his hand on your wet pussy lips, but you keep on alternating between slapping his cock head on your tongue and taking his shaft into your mouth about half way and swirling your tongue all over his leaking cock head.

Now you begin to pump up and down with your hand, jacking him off, and keeping pace with your mouth, sucking as his meat slides in and out, over and over.

Meanwhile, I'm stroking up a storm. I can't believe my ex-hottie is getting it on only a few feet in front of my face. Her legs are spread wide and her Andy is finger fucking her slowly but steadily, as she continues to give him the best blow job ever.

You pull your mouth away from his cock, but keep a firm grip on it's base. You look down at the hole in the end of his cock head and then squeeze precum up and out of his shaft with your gripped hand. As you do, pre-cum oozes out of the head in several drops. You quickly scoop some up with your finger and then hold it out towards me, pointing and beckoning.

I bring my face closer to yours and you reach over to press your wet finger into my mouth and slide it in all coated with Andy's juices. At the last second, you pull your finger away, and remind me: "Nuh-uh! Look, but don't touch," With that, you stick your finger into your own mouth and suck it clean.

Back down your mouth goes, and you begin to work your mouth down his hard shaft, fitting inch after inch deeper into your mouth. His cock head hits the back of your throat and you gag a bit and come off his cock to take a breath.

"Here, let me help you with that," I say. You open up your mouth and start descending on it again as I reach over and place my hand on the back of your head and push you down even further onto his hard cock. His head hits the back of your mouth again and you hesitate, but my gentle yet firm push on the back of your head coaxes you down further until Andy groans as his cock head pops into your esophagus. Past the previous road block, you sink your mouth all the way down to his balls and both Andy and I gasp as you take the entire length of his cock into your mouth and throat.

With my hand still firmly planted on the back of your head, I keep you there for a few seconds, telling you how fucking hot you are, taking your lover's cock into your throat right there in front of me. Using your hair, I then pull your head off of him in one quick motion and you gasp as you gulp in a big lung full of air.

I'm dying to see Andy fuck you at this point, so I tell you to get undressed and take him inside of you. After stripping down to your Fuck Me heals, you start to straddle Andy, but I stop you and tell you I want to see your face in ecstasy as you take his cock in your tight little pussy. I tell you to to the 'ol Reverse Cowgirl position, straddling him but facing away from me.

You poise over his lap, reaching down to grab his hard cock and aim it at your pussy. You rub his cock head over and around your pussy lips a few times to get it nice and slick for entry. Then you put his head at your pussy entrance, ready to slide down onto it and take it inside of your body.

I tell you to let go of his cock so I can see it going into you. I kneel down between Andy's legs, which spreads your legs even further apart. His hands are wrapped around your hips and he starts pushing you down onto his cock as his hips push upwards, slowly sliding his hard cock up into your pussy.

Once his cock has slide all the way up into you, you grind your hips around in a little circle, causing your pussy to grind down on his meaty shaft. Then, using your legs, you lift off of him and slide his cock almost all the way out of your sopping pussy. The two of you get into a rhythm of him pumping up in and out of you while you lift yourself up and down on him.

This bouncing fuck session goes on for quite some time, speeding up and slowing down and then speeding up again. The whole time, I stay seated between your legs, watching your glorious pussy lips spread apart and watching as close as I dare, this mesmerizing imagery of his cock pummeling your stretched pussy, over and over and over.

At some point, you took one of your hands and started rubbing your clit while being fucked by your bucking bronco Andy. You announce to us that you're about to cum and start rubbing your clit harder. Suddenly you yell out and completely impale yourself on Andy's cock, shaking and shuddering as your pussy convulses in a huge orgasm. Sitting between your legs, I can see your pussy quivering around his shaft, buried deep up inside of you, knowing that your talented pussy muscles are milking his shaft involuntarily as your orgasm continues to explode.

It's too much for Andy: I tell him to paint your face with his cum, so he quickly pushes you off of him and gets you squatting down on the floor as he stands up, holding his cock to keep from shooting until the two of you are ready. Once positioned, your facing his cock and I tell you to open your mouth wide to receive his load but look directly at me as you do.

Andy strokes just a few times and moans out as jetting stream after stream shoot out of his cock tip, landing in your mouth and up your face. 

Finally Andy's orgasm has subsided. Still looking at me, you turn your face to me to show me all of the cum that has collected in your mouth and you swallow it all down with a big smile.

"Yum!" you say, with your beautiful cum covered face and lips.

I sure hope the two of you do an encore performance.



Look But Don't Touch



There is only one rule: you can look but you can't touch. Are you in agreement? OK then, let us begin.

***

I sit at one end of the bed, you at the other. This seemed like a good idea when I thought of it, but the reality is that I'm terrified. No matter what we've done before, I always worry that I won't live up to your expectations and I'd hate for you to be disappointed in me.

For a moment we sit there staring at each other. I know that if I let this go on too long then I won't be able to do it all, nerves will get the better of me, and I can see you're getting impatient. Believe me when I say I've never done this before and please be gentle with me?

Lifting my hand, I begin to unbutton my shirt, starting at the bottom and working my way up. The fabric falls naturally back in place so that by the time I'm finished, although it's now completely undone, you can see nothing. I can sense your frustration.

Careful not to reveal too much I lean over and hand you my camera. You look down at it for a second, then back up at me, I grin and switch it on, my shirt slipping to the side a little so that you catch a glimpse of my bra before I sit back and it drops back into place.

Raising the camera, you snap off a photo.

***

Holding your gaze, I slowly raise my knees to my chest, ankles crossed and I lean back, resting my weight on my hands.

The action causes my shirt to fall open and my skirt to rise up my bare legs. I shrug my shoulders and the shirt slides teasingly down my arms to rest at my wrists. Now I am revealed, but the way I have positioned myself means you can see very little, my bare shoulders, the thin straps of my bra, my knees hiding my breasts from your view. My skirt is high up my legs and you can see all the way up and down them, but frustratingly, not between them, my knees pressed tight together and my ankles preventing you from seeing any further.

You wonder if I'm wearing any panties and the thought makes you grin, your trousers starting to feel tight. You're not wearing anything beneath them and your cock pushes against your zip, the hard metal and coarse fabric rubbing against you as you wriggle slightly to get comfortable.

My breathing is quick now, partly from nerves and partly from arousal. I don't know if I'm doing it right or not but sitting here half naked, teasing you, is certainly having an effect on me.

I can feel my nipples tightening inside the cups of my bra as my breathing causes them to rub against the rough lace, a combination of pain and pleasure that makes my eyes close for a second and my back arch forward. I can feel myself getting wetter, my pussy swollen and slick with my juices. 

Opening my eyes I watch you carefully as I lean forward and tug the sleeves of my shirt from my wrists, tossing it carelessly off the bed. I see you smirk as my movements reveal part of me to you. Resting my chin on my knees I look up at you and you take another photograph.

***

"Take off your shirt," I say softly and stare as inch by inch you raise the hem, teasing me in return.

Impatiently I watch as you tug the t-shirt over your head, the sight of your naked chest making my fingers itch to touch you.

Holding your gaze I slide my legs down over the satin sheets towards you, until I'm almost touching you. I can feel the heat from your skin against the soles of my feet, radiating through your trousers.

With one hand I unclasp my bra, the straps falling from my shoulders as I lean forward, exposing my breasts as I allow the bra to fall away entirely. With a soft groan you unzip your trousers, your cock springing free, hard and ready for action. Fisting your hand around it you slowly start to pump up and down.

I draw in a shuddering breath, your hand moving on your cock is incredibly erotic, and at the same time, I'm jealous that it's not me holding you in my hand and sliding your hot shaft beneath my fingers. 

I can almost imagine I can feel it as I lean back against the headboard, lifting my hips slightly so that I can slide my skirt down until I'm completely naked before you.

With your free hand you lift the camera, waiting as I raise my knees and spread my legs for you. Pressing the button, you take another picture.

***

Roughly you pull off your trousers, moving closer as you do so. Never taking your eyes from my glistening pussy.

Unable to help myself, my hand goes between my legs, one finger pressed deep inside me before I slide it slowly up to circle my clit. Of its own volition it seems, your finger follows, the other hand still working your cock. As I feel your finger enter me my eyes drift shut, all my being concentrated on your finger slowly pushing in and out of me.

"Open your mouth," you whisper, and I feel your finger reluctantly slip out of my pussy and lift to my mouth. My tongue circles your finger before I suck it into my mouth, my fingers moving more frantically on my clit as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

Pulling your finger out of my mouth you grasp my hips and yank me down the bed until I'm laying prone, your knees straddling my hips, my hand still between my legs.

I look up at you and we lock gazes again as your fist begins to move faster on your dick, my fingers resuming their frenzied rubbing on my clit.

Breathing fast I let out little moans of pleasure as I watch your cock swell in your hand. With a cry I cum, shoving my fingers inside me, needing to be filled by something as I convulse underneath you.

My orgasm seems to trigger your own and you groan as you shoot thick ropes of cum over my face and breasts, my mouth open to catch what I can, never taking my eyes from yours. 

Breathing hard, your hand slows, and I lift my head to hungrily lick the last drops of cum from your cock.

Looking down at me, you reach back to grab the camera. With a satisfied smirk you take one final picture.



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To: YouFrom: MeSubject: Don't Freak OutDon't freak out but I am in LA on business for the next two days. I wanted you to know since I had told you I'd be alone and available. I don't expect anything but if you felt comfortable, I'd love to meet. I PROMISE, I'll be on my best behavior.

20 minutes crawl by...

To: MeFrom: YouSubject: FREAKED OUTI can't be upset since technically, you told me the truth. Honestly, I don't know about meeting. I can't answer right now. Why ARE you here?

Waiting an appropriate amount of time to respond so as not to seem anxious. And certainly not wanting to push you....

To: YouFrom: MeSubject: RE: FREAKED OUTConference for work. I didn't say anything because I didn't want you to think it was just because of you. I am not pressuring you to meet but I have no idea when I'll be out here again, if ever, so it seemed like a good opportunity. There's a great bar in my hotel, we could meet for one drink. That's it. Totally on your terms.

5 minutes creeps along like 50 minutes...

To: MeFrom: YouSubject: RE: RE: FREAKED OUTOne drink. One hour. That's it. What hotel? I'll text when I am close.

I quickly shoot off an email with the name and location of my hotel. We decide to meet at 7 pm in the Culina of the Four Seasons. At 5 my conferences are done and I go to my room to freshen up.

I quickly shower and change into something casual but sexy...a simple short black skirt, purple wrap sweater, multi fence net stockings and my over-the-knee black boots. Underneath is a purple corset and matching boy short but that is how I would dress any day, not just to see you...or so I tell myself.

I leave my hair down so the soft sexy curls frame my face. I take extra care with what little make up I do wear so my eyes look smoky bringing out their deep rich chocolate color. I gloss my lips with my favorite pink...making them look wet. Although nothing will happen, doesn't mean I won't look my best.

I get to the bar extra early to make sure I can score the right seats and I am nervous. Desperately, needing a little liquid confidence.

I find two stools off to the side of the bar that is closest to the floor to ceiling windows boasting a spectacular skyline. We'll have some privacy and not be visible immediately from the entrance. One can never be too careful.

The bartender brings me a Cosmopolitan.

As I sip my favorite connection of cranberry, triple sec and Grey Goose, I realize how excited I am to finally meet you in person. I try to take my mind off how nervous I am by reading FB posts and catching up on the news.

I almost jump out my skin when my phone vibrates indicating a text.

'I'm just parking in the garage be there soon.'

My heart is racing. You're early. Hopefully, not because you are just dying to get this encounter over with as quickly as possible.

I respond back to take your time and that I am at the far end of the bar. I contemplated telling you what I was wearing but you had seen photos of me so I figured you could pick me out of the crowd.

At the moment, the bar is filling up with people from the conference. One guy I was in session with comes over and says hello. We start to chat about the day's events and I am close to finishing my Cosmo and suddenly I feel this pull.

It's a sexual pull, like when you know there's another freak in the room.

I look up and my eyes meet with yours. We smile nervously at each other.

I will conference-boy to go away but he's not taking the hint. I politely decline his offer to buy me another drink as I could already sense where that was going. By the time I tell him I am meeting some one, you are standing right beside me.

"Hey. Hope, I'm not interrupting anything." You smile.

"No, not at all." I totally turn my attention to you so conference-boy gets the hint. "Wow, it's nice to finally meet you."

I hesitate, touching you, to shake a hand or hug considering our earlier agreement. The moment is awkward until you lean in and hug me, kissing my cheek...very innocent.

I laugh to myself as you take the empty stool next to me.

"What?" Chuckling, you smile again.

"Nothing, I just didn't want to touch you so I didn't know the proper greeting for a hands off meeting."

I smile, so you know I am teasing.

"We can be cordial."

We both get quiet. "Can I buy you a drink?" I ask.

"Sure, is that a Cosmo?"

"Yes, do you want to taste it?"

I push the martini glass towards you. It's subtle but I notice you turn the glass to where my lip-gloss has left a print on the rim, to drink. I remind myself that doesn't mean anything but fuck if it doesn't turn me on.

"Mmm," I watch you lick your lips, "that's really good."

When the bartender comes by, I order another Cosmo and you a Margarita.

We sit and chat for a several minutes. I ask how your day was and you tell me about the city. We both get quiet again.

"Are you hungry?" I ask.

"No, not really, I had a late lunch."

Things feel awkward and I hate the idea that I am keeping you here and you really don't want to be so I reached over and place my hand over yours, on the bar.

I lean close and can hear you inhale. I know I smell good wearing Tuscany Per Donna, my favorite sexy fragrance.

"Listen, it's ok if you want to go. I'm just glad that we had a chance to meet. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." I move my hand away.

You turn towards me and our gaze collides.

"Wow." Your voice is low and soft.

"What?"

"Your eyes. I didn't expect them to be so...expressively transparent."

I smile looking down. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

When I look back up, you can clearly see the lust in my eyes.

"I'm going to regret asking this but what are you thinking about?" Your voice is deeper, sexier.

I hesitate for several seconds contemplating how honest I should be until you whisper, "Tell me."

"You sure? You may not want to hear it."

Turning in my seat towards you, I lean my elbow on the bar; the movement causes my skirt to slide up my legs. And you notice.

I lean towards you a little and the view is very enticing from your angle.

My bedroom voice kicks in, "I'm thinking about objectification."

My spine instantly arches at the sound of that sexy little laugh of yours, "Objectification?" You question.

"Yes, objectification."

I see you swallow hard.

"It refers to the practice of regarding or treating another person merely as an instrument (object) towards one's sexual pleasure."

"Did you just Google that?" Your laughing smile lights up your eyes.

"No." I giggle. "I just want to be sure I am leading down the right road to Perdition." I smile at the inside jest.

"So, what is this thought about objectification?"

I lean closer to you so I can whisper in you ear but careful not to touch you.

"Suppose, I let you objectify me?"

"And how would you propose to do that?"

"I was thinking of walking you to your car in the parking garage." My voice gets quieter.

"And letting you jerk off all over me."

Your whispered, "FUCK." Goes straight to my pussy.

"You would do that? Just let me use you like that and no touching?" My breathy, "Yes." Tells you I am not at all lying.

Leaning back, I drink the rest of the Cosmo. The bartender swings by and asks if I want another. I look at you, an eyebrow raised.

I can see you are unsure so I order another.

Three Cosmos and the right man can get me to do anything he wants. I can see you warring with yourself.

I lean towards you again, "It's enough for me to know you are watching me."

You look down, my hand moving on my thigh catching your eye. I slide my hand up between my legs.

"It's enough to know I get your cock hard."

My fingers disappear under the edge of my hiked up hem.

You watch my face and you know what I am doing. My fingers are slipping into my pussy right there at the bar, right next to you.

"Fuck, what are you doing? Are you fingering that pussy?"

"Mmmm yes, Daddy, I am."

"Fuck stop. Don't call me that." But your voice as that sexy tone to it, a rough needy edge I know all too well from numerous phone fuck sessions.

I slide my hand out from under my skirt. You watch transfixed as I slowly move them over my martini and dip them into my Cosmo then deliberately bring them to my luscious, glossy pink lips.

You watch as I suck and lick them dry.

I glance at a clock on the wall. "The hour is almost up."

You, too, look at the time, "Finish your drink and walk me to my car." I can hear the dominant command in your voice.

I finish quickly before you lose your nerve.

I settle the tab throwing way too much cash on the bar, not caring...after you politely offer to pay. I slide off the barstool and start to walk out the bar. You are slightly behind me watching my ass. Drinking in my long legs in my high heel boots.

We get to the lobby and I then follow you not knowing where the garage or your car is parked. We step into the garage elevator and stand on opposite sides.

Unexpectedly, you tell me to turn around. I do, knowing the floor we need, will be upon us soon.

"Pull up your skirt."

I drop everything in my hands, not caring what breaks.

I slide the skirt up till my ass is exposed so you can see my garters and boy shorts.

"Fuuuuck."

I look back at you and see your hands fisted at your sides.

"Pull the boy shorts down...you know where I want them."

Immediately, I obey your every word so that my boy shorts are just below my ass.

"Fuck your skin is an amazing color. And purple looks so good on you."

"Stick that ass out."

I arch my back, pushing my ass out towards you.

"Is your pussy wet?"

I reach between my legs, so fucking turned on and stroke through my slit.

"Yes, Daddy it's wet,"

"Show me your fingers, between your legs."

Getting them good and wet, I lower my hand between my legs so you can see them glistening.

The elevator dings and the doors open.

"Don't move. Don't you fucking move."

You block the doors so they don't close.

"You dirty fucking cunt. I can't believe you are standing in a public elevator with your skirt up and your ass exposed for me."

"It's all for you Daddy. I'll do anything for your cum."

"Pull your skirt down but leave those fucking panties right where they are."

I pull my short skirt back down and walk out of the elevator just brushing past you.

You grab my dropped cell phone and forgotten room key. I wait a second for you to pass me so I can continue following you to your car.

"Are you hard for me at all?" I query.

"Shut up."

I'm worried I have disappointed you or pissed you off.

You quickly get to your car and whether consciously or subconsciously you've parked so that one side of the car is against a wall so that if a person were in that corner behind the car they'd probably not be seen.

"Go stand in the corner."

I walk to the front of the car. And stand leaning against the cold cement wall waiting for you.

Remaining at the rear of the car, I hear you make a quick phone call.

When you are done you unlock your car and throw in your car keys, jacket and cell phone. Quietly closing the door, you walk to the front of the car and place my things on the hood.

When you turn back to me, you slide your hand up the front of your cargo pants.

"I'm hard as a fucking rock for you, slut."

"Isn't that what you want?" You ask.

"Yes Daddy." My answer is breathless. My hand goes to my throat, grazing my nails across my skin. You don't know it but it's one of my tells, that I am extremely turned on.

"Take off your shirt."

I untie the knot at the side of my wrap shirt and unwrap the material from around my body. I hold it closed at the front and wait until I know I have your attention. Then I slowly open the shirt and let it slide down my arms.

"Fuck." You growl.

My sexy corset shows off my tits. I feel your eyes rake down from my breasts to my flat stomach noting the way the corset pulls in my small waist.

"Take off the skirt."

I reach behind me and unzip my skirt and let it too, fall to the ground. Using one foot, I kick it away from me.

You stand mesmerized that I would do this right here...now before you in nothing but a corset, boy shorts pulled down just below my ass, over-the-knee high heel boots and fence net stockings.

You move towards me, stopping mere inches from me.

I can smell your sexy scent.

"Tell me what you want cunt."

I groan hearing you call me that degrading name.

"I want you to use me."

"I want you to make me your dirty fucking worthless parking garage whore."

"I want you to cover me in your cum and send me back to my hotel room, your cum covered fuck toy."

"Oh my god." You grit out.

I hear your pants unzip.

"Squat down slut."

I slide down the wall.

I watch you take out your cock. For the first time, I get the thrill of seeing it in your hand. I gasp.

"You've been wanting to see this haven't you?"

"Yes, fuck YES." I look up at you with my big brown eyes.

I can see the pre-cum. You watch me lick my lips.

You wipe the tip with your thumb.

"Don't fucking move." You whisper.

I watch as you bring your thumb to my lips and wipe it across my bottom lip. It is the only time you've touched me.

The electricity that arches between us could power downtown it feels like to me.

"Taste me."

You watch as I savor, licking my lip, slowly...never looking away from you watching me. I groan, loving the taste, as I knew I would.

"I want to see that pussy. Rip those panties off."

I grab the lace on one side with both hands and tear. I then do the same to the other and pull the ruined material from my body tossing it somewhere in the distance in the parking garage.

"Put your hands behind your head."

I quickly comply.

"Fuck look at you. Look at the pretty bald pussy."

You start stroking your cock.

"Play with that cunt."

I slide my hand down my body and sink two fingers inside my tight little hole.

"Aww fuck, work that pussy like you think I would."

I slowly pump my fingers in and out, in and out, over and over again wishing it were you.

"That's it, you dirty little bitch."

"Fuck that cunt."

"Fuck that pink slut hole."

"Fuck, you filthy fucking whore."

Your hand is stroking faster.

"I'm going to fucking cum all over you, you cunt."

"Show me those tits."

I yank down the front of the corset exposing my tits for you.

I take one in my hand and lift it to my lips so I can lick my nipple while you watch me.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck."

You can hear the wet sucking sounds of my pussy.

You look down and see me dripping on to the garage floor.

"Beg me, you fucking whore. Beg for my fucking cum."

"Mmmm, Daddy give me that cum. Cover your whore with your cream. Mark my body as yours."

"Use me." I beg.

"Make me your dirty fucking little girl...just an object for your pleasure."

"I'm so needy for your cum Daddy. Your little girl is so hungry for it."

"Please Daddy, do it. Fucking do it, cum all over your fucking little cunt."

I hear you roar, your orgasm takes you. I feel the first spurt of your cum hit my tits.

"Open your fucking mouth." You grind out.

My mouth immediately opens my pink tongue out and another shot lands on my lips, my tongue, and my cheek.

"Turn around." Your strained voice growls.

I know what you want and lean against the wall pushing my ass out to you.

"Yes Daddy, cum on my ass. Cum all over my body."

I am treated to the feel of your hot cream on my ass. My corset is now streaked with cum. A few last jets stripe the backs of my thighs.

"Oh my god."

"Oh my god, you slut."

"Turn around and squat down again."

I position myself where you want me. You are working that gorgeous cock so that one last long string of cum is dripping from the tip.

You move towards me.

I open my mouth and stick out my tongue as you stroke it out...watching it slowly drip on to my pink tongue.

"MMmmm." You watch as I lap it up. "Fucking swallow my cum you fucking whore."

I use my fingers to wipe more of your cum already on my face, in my mouth, "MMmm you taste so good, Daddy."

Only one time did we touch, your thumb on my lip.

You step back, leaning against the front of your car taking one last moment to savor the look of this hot piece of ass covered in your cum, squatting down against the cold grey cement wall of a parking garage.

I only hope it is an image you'll never forget.

You straighten up putting your cock back in your pants.

"That was..."

"You were..."

"Fuck." Is all you can manage.

I smile. "Thank you." My quiet voice sounds seductive...girlish.

"Put your clothes back on but don't wipe me off you."

I don't have much choice since I have nothing to wipe myself off with.

You lay my things from the hood of your car on top of my discarded skirt.

You climb in your car and fire up the engine, turning the headlights on...my body suddenly bathed in bright headlights...still squatting, still half naked, still glistening with your cum.

You pull out your spot and turn to drive off but before you do, you roll down the window and lean out.

The shit-eating grin on your face tells me I have pleased you.

"I'll email you when I get home. Let me know you got back to your room, ok?"

I am now stepping into my skirt. Sliding my arms into my shirt and re-wrapping it around my body trying to be careful of not getting your cum on the outside of my clothes.

I smile at you...naughty...wicked. "Goodnight."

"You have no idea, baby."

With that you pull away and I start walking to the elevator. I can't see it but you watch me in your rear view mirror.

Your car disappears and the elevator doors open. I step inside and make my way back to my room. As I walk across the lobby still dazed and turned on, certain that everyone knows what I just did, my phone vibrates.

I can't help but smile when I see it's from you.

To: MeFrom: YouSubject: AMAZINGI have to say, that was fucking amazing. I can't believe you did that. You are so fucking dirty.

To: YouFrom: MeSubject: RE: AMAZINGLOL, told you so. ;) 



Look But Don't Touch



Lisette was nervous.

She had signed up to the escort service a week ago after looking absolutely all over London for a job, and not finding anything that would cover her rent plus college fees for her nursing course, and thought this was the best way to go about things.

She had been told by the boss that she had been booked to meet her client at the hotel bar, and to dress sexy but classy. After taking her clothes on and off at least ten times, she decided on an outfit that she deemed hot but not too much - after all she didn't even know what this guy was going to be like. 

Lisette had always been told she was gorgeous, but never believed it, after being treated badly by guys before, she had built up a wall. A curvaceous size 12, at 5 ft 3 high and with a tiny waist, 34 E boobs and an ample behind, her figure could be described as a true hourglass. 

Her blonde hair she kept in vintage waves, and was never without red lipstick. 

"We have ourselves a Marilyn Monroe here," her boss had said when she walked in to the escort office.

"A little bit more shy though," Lisette blushed.

"We will change that soon," her boss smiled knowingly.

Pulling on her stockings, she settled on a clingy black jersey dress, that clung to her curves and draped over her bust, showing the smallest inch of cleavage. Her lucky black patent platforms gave her the height boost she needed, and she pulled on her fur coat and left, butterflies in her stomach.

She approached the bar and ordered a martini, for a bit of dutch courage. Suddenly a man was behind her, she sensed it was him.

"Courtney?" Spoke an American accent. 

She had to use a fake name for the agency. Turning around, she was quite surprised to see such a good looking man. In his late 40s, he was tall, at least 6ft, and strongly built. He was black, and his piercing grey eyes stood out against his complexion. Dressed in a dark blue suit, he definitely stood out in the bar. Lisette couldn't believe that he was having to pay her for company.

"Yes, Mr. Clarke?"

"It's Robert," he smiled, showing perfect white teeth. He looked a little uneasy too as he put his hand around the small of her back.

"You look amazing. Even better than your picture."

Lisette blushed. She wasn't prepared to be so attracted to him.

"Thank you. You... you're not what I was expecting."

"Well. You know. There's a lot to every story," he said mysteriously, before ordering a bottle of champagne from the barman. "Let's sit down over dinner."

One hour into the meal and Lisette was enjoying herself - she had to keep reminding herself that this was business. She had discovered that Robert was married, and had been for 10 years.

"We got married out of college. She was pregnant, we loved eachother, end of. The thing is, she doesn't want to touch me anymore. We don't - I don't remember the last time we had sex. She won't even let me see her naked."

Lisette was listening, but kept looking at his skin through his shirt, his bulging muscles and those piercing eyes. How could she not want to have sex with him?

"So I thought, when I come over here for business, I just wanted some company, some attention from a beautiful lady," he said, his eyes falling to her chest and back up to her face. "Is that sad?"

"Not at all," she said, sitting back in her chair. "It sounds perfectly normal. And, if I may say it, she is crazy."

Robert laughed. He had been entranced with her all throughout the meal, it was the best evening he had had in a long time.

"I'll get the cheque. Do you, I mean - can you come up for a drink?"

Lisette hesitated - it wasn't stated in the agency's s rules that sex was forbidden, but it was frowned upon. However, she just couldn't resist those eyes any longer, and the champagne was having an effect on her senses.

"Of course."

They got to his suite, the penthouse, and it was decadent in every way. A rich red carpet, four poster bed, and a hot tub out by the window. She felt instantly comfortable in his presence, and the smell of his aftershave was turning her on.

Pouring a drink, he sat on the edge of the bed, and Lisette sat down next to him. His eyes watched her as she walked over, her dress even tighter after dinner, her red lips a little wet from champagne. 

"I don't know how this works, but just to let you know, I will pay you double. I've had the best evening in a while, and I am so attracted to you its killing me. But the thing is, I am a devout Christian, and Christianity forbids adultery."

Lisette's heart sank. Initially nervous, she found herself totally turned on by Robert, and wanted to fuck him badly, money or not.

"However, this isn't to say, you can't enjoy yourself. Courtney, I want you so badly, your body, it's - I can't resist it."

She leant in to him, and he kissed her neck, her whole body pulsating with longing, she let out a low moan. Her hands travelled over his shirt, and gently pushed them off.

"I can't do anything that crosses the line. But I can watch you enjoy yourself and enjoy your perfect body."

Slowly, she got up, nerves creeping up in her stomach. She slid the dress off of her arms, and pulled it down over her boobs and hips, so that she was stood in her black lace underwear and stockings.

"Fuck, you are the hottest thing I have ever seen," Robert breathed.

His praise gave her confidence, and she stood right in front of him so his knees were almost touching hers. Slowly, she unclasped the bra strap, and her huge, full breasts were inches from his face. Robert moaned, his now visible erection bulging through his trousers. Lisette's nipples were erect, and she grabbed them with desire, wishing he could bite down on them.

'Here," he said, reaching for something by the side of the bed. He passed up some baby oil, breaking open the cap and handing it to her. "Rub yourself down."

Lisette warmed the oil in her palms, then slowly started to rub her hard nipples, her hands barely reaching round her plump breasts, massaging her whole chest until she was covered in oil. Her pussy was tingling, she had never been this turned on in her whole life. She reached out for Robert, but he pushed her hands away.

"Now your panties," he whispered, his eyes lingering over her black lace french knickers. 

Lisette slowly slid her knickers down her thighs, turning around and bending so that he could get a look at her wide but firm curvaceous ass. 

"The things I would do to that ass," he breathed, his hands in his hair, his whole body prickled with sweat.

Lisette was thriving under his attention. She slid her hands down over her tiny waist and hips, grabbing her ass cheeks and kneading them slowly, as Robert quickened his breath. She slowly turned, so that her pussy was inches from his face.

"God, you shaved. Fuck I just want to eat your pussy until you scream," he said, his mouth almost touching her clit, and Lisette nearly grabbed his face and pushed him into her. She could feel his warm breath on her pussy and it was driving her crazy. Reaching down, she slowly brushed her fingers up and down her warm shaven slit, teasing herself. 

"I wanna see you finger yourself."

Slowly she pushed one finger inside her hot, soaking wet pussy, letting out a gasp at how good it felt. She pressed another one inside, then gently ran her thumb up so that it was rubbing her clit. She began to quicken the pace, her knees trembling. 

He reached her hips, turning her so that she was on the bed, and laid her down on the silk quilt. 

Slowly he unzipped his trousers, and reached inside his grey Calvin Kleins. Lisette could see how endowed he was, and it made her so horny she almost came right there. She wanted to climb onto his dick and fuck him hard, but just having him watching her was amazing.

"Spread your legs. I want you to make yourself cum. Just enjoy it baby."

She opened her legs so that they were wide on the bed, her freshly shaven pussy moist. Her finger tips reached her clit and she played with it gently, her fingers circling the magic spot, diving in and out as she kept one finger on her clit and the other inside herself. 

Robert whispered encouragements, rubbing his big dick through his boxers and thinking about fucking her little pink pussy. At one point he couldn't help it, he grabbed her hand and pushed it inside her sharply and she yelped.

"I want your big black dick so badly," she sighed, panting with pleasure. 

He leant back to the bag at the side of the bed and pulled out another treat - a huge pink dildo. She was excited -she had never used one before.

"Here baby, use this, and pretend it is me."

She gripped the massive dildo, her hands around it picturing Robert's dick. Slowly, she slid it inside her pussy, it filling her up and making her clench with pleasure.

"Oh, god," she let out, her whole body hot and oily. She began to pump it harder into her hole, with one hand massaging her huge breasts. He watched her, almost screaming with desire. He pulled his dick from his boxers and spread some babyoil over it, jerking himself off. 

With one hand, he reached over and took the dildo from her grasp, and began running it up and down her wet pussy lips, teasing her. 

"I thought this wasn't allowed," she managed to get out.

"I'm not touching you, there's something between our skin," he whispered, finally circling the tip over her clit, his face inches from her pussy, and she could feel his warm breath on her.

She let out a small cry, and he began fucking her pussy with the huge dildo, as she moved her fingers over her clit in circular motions. 

"I'm going to cum," she yelled, her body pulsating with shockwaves. He pulled the dildo out and began pumping his dick furiously with his hand, as he knelt over her throbbing sticky body. 

Lisette's body shook as she screamed.

"Fuck!!!" 

Robert moaned loudly.

"Yes baby, cum, cum for me."

He could feel an orgasm rising up inside him, and as Lisette lay writhing in pleasure he came, shooting cum over her huge oily breasts and up into her mouth.

Sticky with satisfaction, they both lay on the bed.

"Next time," he panted. "I'm getting someone in to fuck you while I watch, and while a girl eats your pussy."

She couldn't wait. Business with pleasure. 



Look but Don't Touch



Ellen groaned at herself as she ran on the treadmill. Sweat glistened down her cheeks and onto her chest, staining her blue sports bra. She was getting one hell of a workout, both physically and mentally. 

She turned her head to watch Mark, as she had been doing much of the time she was on the treadmill. He was lifting weights, and his whole torso was glistening with sweat. He didn't exactly have washboard abs, but he was sure getting there. His arms strained as he lifted the weights again and again. Then he set them down and hopped on the exercise bike, riding at a leisurely pace.

It was all she could do to not jump his bones then and there. That morning, she'd tried to seduce him, but he'd grinned in a sadistic way. "Not yet. Today, we're going to look, but not touch." He said. 

She'd pouted, "Until when?" she asked. "Till tonight." He told her.

So she was frustrated, but at the same time, aroused. That morning, Mark teased her a dozen times it seemed to her, getting dressed, flashing her and tormenting her with whispers in her ear and soft, warm kisses on her neck. She had teased him back, though, but flashing him and teasing him with blown kisses and dancing a little in front of him.

Then while at work, Ellen had sent him a picture of her breasts to his phone. She was sure he could think of little else after that, and the picture she'd gotten in return of his cock was viewed many times by her throughout the day. She spent a few moments in the restroom at work looking at it, licking her lips slowly as she imagined how the hot thick head would taste as it glided between her warm lips.

Now they were doing an evening workout together, and soon, so soon, she would be his. She got tingles when she thought of his hard member in her, her mouth watered at his taste. They were about done with their workout.

Mark grinned at her. He knew it was torture on her not being able to lay her hands on him, or have him all day. Of course, it was torture on himself too, but he reminded himself it would be worth it. He was amazed too that she'd gone this long and wondered how long it could last. All night? No, he chuckled to himself. Neither of them would last the night. Mark grinned at himself as they finished up. The next part would truly test them both.

Mark wiped the sweat off his face as he got off the bike. "Let's go get cleaned up," he said as he walked into the bathroom. Ellen groaned inwardly. Surely she wouldn't have to watch him shower! 

She walked into the bathroom, getting an idea. "I'll shower first," she said. There, now she won't be driven insane, she thought. 

But Mark had other ideas. "Let's save water, and shower together," he suggested. "Then we'll be done quicker."

So she got her clothes off quickly and jumped in before him, closing her eyes so she wouldn't be further tortured by him. She rubbed body wash all over herself and got good and soapy, then rinsed off. She just had to steal a peek at Mark, to see what he was doing. He was near her and soaping his own body up, and she groaned because his cock was already hard and throbbing. She knew she wouldn't last much longer. She quickly washed her hair, then was going to get out quickly.

Mark grinned and he watched her. He knew the shower would torture her further, and was amused as she tried to get in and out as quickly as possible. As she was getting out though, her butt brushed against his cock, and that was the final straw.

She gasped at the touch, and all the mental torture she'd endured made her discipline crumble. She turned around, kissing him deeply and passionately, pressing herself to him. The feel of his skin against hers sent electric shocks through her, and she wanted it all. She got on her knees, wrapping her fingers around his cock, inhaling it into her mouth and sucking desperately on it. Mark let a loud groan escape his lips as his fingers entwined in her wet hair. She bobbed up and down on his cock for a few minutes, taking him in and out of her throat, then stood and pulled Mark out of the shower. 

She laid down on the floor, opening her legs, wanting him in her. Mark smiled at her, and got on the floor with her. But instead of getting in her like she wanted, he took his time, licking her lips and sliding his tongue in her. She grosned loudly, pinching one of her nipples while she laid the other hand on his head. Mark swirled his tongue in her, bobbing his head on her then blushed his tongue back and forth on her clit. She bit her lip, he was going to make her cum just from eating her.

Then he pulled his tongue out and rolled her over. She groaned and raised her ass, waiting for his throbbing engorged member, licking her pink lips. She wasn't disappointed as Mark slammed his cock into her, holding onto her hips and taking control of her. She let out moan after moan as Mark continuously slammed his hips into her, taking her hard, slapping his balls into her. She started quivering as wave after wave of orgasm overtook her, causing her to milk his cock. Mark groaned, slamming his hips all the way in her, and soon she felt his hot seed shooting in her. She mmmm'ed, reaching down and rubbing her clit, then rolled over and kissed him. 

"I didn't say you could touch yet," Mark said teasingly. 

Ellen grinned, "Guess that makes me a bad girl. She said. "You might have to punish me." Mark grinned. 

"Maybe," he said...



Look, but Don't Touch



We met online. Then we met in person. They were some of the most erotic encounters of my life, although we never actually touched each other. This is the story of how it happened.

We met on Literotica. We chatted about all things sexual, gradually letting slip that we each had commitments that meant we shouldn't really be exploring our sexuality online. For example, I was married, happily, but let it be known that my wife's sexual appetite and sense of adventure didn't match my own. 

We traded secrets, dares, orders - turned each other on during working hours and when our partners were sleeping beside us. We came to an erotic understanding of what made the other tick through conversation, confessions and dares. 

But they were all based on fantasy. The fantasy of meeting, sharing, daring. The only thing that kept us apart was a common unwillingness to cheat in 'real life'.

Then we found a loophole, although in hindsight most people would consider it cheating, as they would our initial conversations online.

We arranged to meet in a hotel in London. We had agreed that we would be able to look, but not touch. To strip, to tease, to admire, to suggest, but never to touch. And if one person touched the other, they had to do a humiliating forfeit. 

We met first for dinner near the hotel. We were both dressed to impress and I was turned on immediately when I saw her in a short, clinging dress. The conversation at dinner was playful and we were teasing each other already. Just before the waiter came over to ask us if we wanted any dessert, she leaned over the table to me and said, "My knickers are already damp - I need to take them off soon". So as soon as the waiter arrived, I asked for the bill. 

She followed me to the hotel room where I'd showered earlier; the room still smelled of my aftershave. She inspected the room, tested the springiness of the bed and then turned to me, smiling. "Now what?" she asked. This is what happened:

I decide to take charge. I tell her to slip off her jacket. Then I walk around behind her and stand as close as I can without touching her. I inhale deeply, taking in the scent of her neck and hair - she smells delicious. 

"Now unzip your dress," I whisper to her. She obeys immediately and lets her dress slide over her shoulders and fall in a heap around her ankles. I'm desperate to kiss her smooth silky skin, to run my fingers through her hair. Already I'm wondering whether to take the forfeit. As if reading my thoughts, she turns to face me and wags her finger, warning me playfully. 

"I see you approve of my choice of underwear," she says, pointing at the bulge in my trousers. 

"It looks fabulous," I reply, "but you won't be wearing it much for longer. Take off your bra." 

Again she obeys, then puts her arms above her head, lifting her hair, and twirls around in front of me. All I can say is, "Wow!"

She has amazing breasts and her nipples are standing erect. I sit down in the chair and watch her. 

"I see you're quite a mover, with that little twirl - pretend you're a stripper and dance a little more". 

"That's cruel," she replies, but already she's moving her hips and sliding her hands up her tight stomach. "I hope you have some crisp banknotes to pay for this". She cups her breasts in her hands, rotating at the waist. She pinches each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, then leans forward towards me. 

She whispers: "So many times I've imagine your lips on my nipples; I'd love you to suck them now". 

"You can't imagine how much I want that too," I reply. 

She stands and turns around, then looks back at me over her shoulder, saying, "But there's somewhere I want to feel your mouth even more than on my breasts." Then with one graceful movement she bends down and pulls her knickers to her ankles and pauses, bent over, giving me a glorious view of her pussy, glistening wet. 

"God I want to taste you," I say, to which she turns around and throws me her knickers. As soon as I catch them I can feel they're wet. I lick the crotch, fixing my eyes on hers. 

"Well that confirms it," I say, "Everything about you is delicious". 

She runs a finger between her pussy lips so it's slickly wet, then puts it to her lips and licks seductively. 

"Yum!" she smiles. "Now, isn't it your turn to strip?"

I stand up and offer her the chair. She sits and puts her heels on the edge of the seat, her knees up and spread wide.

Before I start to strip, I pour her a glass of champagne that I'd forgotten to open earlier, in my rush to get her naked. She takes the champagne in one hand and starts to pinch a nipple with her free hand, as I unbutton my shirt. She sips the champagne, her eyes fixed on me, and by the time my shirt is unbuttoned, her free hand is no longer playing with her breasts, but her pussy. She's circling one finger around her clit. 

I've undone my belt and my cock is trying to escape. It's so hard it almost hurts and the head is glistening with precum. As soon as my boxers are off, she gets off the chair and kneels in front of me. She starts to talk to my cock, telling it how she'd love to feel it against the back of her throat. I'm so close to grabbing her hair and making it a reality, but I manage to fight myself back into control.

"Stay kneeling there," I say, "and let me share your champagne." I lie on the floor and slide my head between her knees, so her pussy is just above my lips. I can tell by the little gasp she gives how tempted she is to sit down on my face. It seems she wins control too, as she pours a little champagne over her stomach and pussy, from where it runs into my open mouth. 

We share the rest of the glass like this, then I tell her I want to watch her cum. She pulls a vibrator out of her bag and goes to lie on the bed. I sit down on the chair again, rubbing my cock as she pushes the vibrator deep into her pussy. 

Her moans and heavy breathing are making me so horny I'm in danger of losing control. She cries my name as she fucks herself with the vibrator then her body spasms in orgasm. 

"I love having your eyes on me," she pants. "That's what made me cum; and watching you play with yourself."

She rolls over and kneels on the floor in front of me again. "Now I want to watch you cum," she says. 

"There's nothing in the 'look but don't touch' rules about WHERE I can cum, is there?" I ask, smiling mischievously. She shakes her head and opens her mouth...