0 comments/ 24906 views/ 3 favorites Just Another Kinky Wet Dream, or... By: KinkyLOVE It's 6:30 a. m. , and I'm deep into dreaming of that sweet babe with the looks of a porno superstar I bumped into on the track yesterday. Asleep or awake, she had the most devastatingly beautiful tush I've ever jogged behind. How I'd love to run back with her to my place, wash off all our sweat together in a long cool shower, then lick her 'till the sun comes up. First, we'd get into that shower, lather each other up, then I'd feel her tender hands holding me like this, and stroking, at first gently, next... "... BONE TO BONE!" Suddenly I'm awakened by my alarm clock blasting out words from an old Aerosmith album, "Night in the Ruts", but I roll over to slam the oblivion button for another 10 minutes of shut eye and sweetly sensual dreams; however, it's not that easy to escape the rat race. My pleasant erotic fantasy has been ram rodded by reality. It's a psychic rip off to replace that sultry shower escapade with my dream girl by this boring rerun of pulling up to the same old State Department annex where I usually spend each weekday. Typically, the security checks and greetings go as smoothly as clockwork. I stroll to my office with coffee in hand and meet my boss, who tells me today's morning meeting will focus on network issues. Uh, oh! That's my gig. "Well, Jim," my boss says, "You're the man who's gonna have to debugger this baby. The big bananas are all in heat about some mysterious specialist claiming to have solutions for our problems, so you will have to go one-on-one with that person today, get down to it, and perform an in-depth evaluation. We have given the referring agency, Exquisite Release, your number, so they can contact you. " A big sigh of relief escapes from me as this information is loading into my mind. Another no sweat assignment. No hard problem to dick around with here. Then Exquisite Release calls me, and my assignment takes on a whole new flavor. "Good Morning, Mr. Wildroot? This is Wei Fun Chow from Exquisite Release," an oriental voice explains as I encourage it onwards with grunts and muttered affirmations, "We will be sending Kin Ky, so you can assess her remedies for your hardest problem. " That sigh of relief I'd set free returns as a gasp of surprise, but the voice rides on to its punch line. "She will be arriving today around 1:00 p. m. if that is convenient?" Not thinking very fast, yet with an alarm ringing in the background of my mind, I agree, "That will be fine. " Upon discharging the phone, I shout, "No way!" Yes, way! Security calls to tell me, "Mr. Wildroot we have someone here for you named Kin Ky from Exquisite Release. I respond, "I'll be right down. " A little voice in my mind overrides that pesky alarm bell, "Two Kin Ky's, what are the odds? Is the goddess of love for once giving me a break?" I flashed back to the way we'd met: I had seen her for the first time on the track where we'd both gone jogging under the hot summer sun, me to keep my 33 inch waist trim, and her undoubtedly to keep her buttocks firm and thighs lithe, though Lord knows they were already enough to tempt the Pope to renounce his vows. As I came up to pass her, I involuntarily slowed to watch her cute ass bouncing beneath scanty running shorts, flashing brief glimpses of lacy panties a bit too erotic for sportswear that hinted at a woman for whom sexuality was as important as physically fitness. What can you do? As a divorced man, pressed by both family and career responsibilities, I've gone without for some time, so given a temptation like this, it's totally natural to fantasize that the gentle rhythm I've fallen into to keep pace with her jogging becomes our movement together as our bodies workout getting acquainted in bed, that the sweat gleaming on her graceful neck is from the exercise of our passionate love making, and I notice her fine back and seductive, hour-glass shape. She has a crisp tan about her skin, no fat, no cellulite, a perfect 10 fuck!... I shook my head, thinking, "No. This is a wet dream. I'd better get back home under a cold shower and cool off. " Then, as I pulled abreast of her, I couldn't refrain from ogling her fabulous pair of boobs bouncing in syncopation to our jogging before quickly wrenching my look of lustful appraisal upwards to her face. Seeing immediately that she'd noticed me noticing her, I could feel myself blushing with a schoolboy's embarrassment, just for a moment, then I grinned ruefully, but she seemed to take my reaction o. k. , looking at me as if I were a decade younger and a fit running mate for her. She smiled invitingly, keeping her black eyes locked on my hazel ones. As our eye contact continued, I sensed an unexpected openness and sympathy. Not a word had been spoken between us yet, but a jolt of mysterious magic that scientists are always trying to explain away as pheromones or subtle cues of body posture had passed through us both like a lightning bolt. I felt my grin widen to a broad smile while the blood that had been used a moment ago for blushing was suddenly drained away to lower purposes. She glanced down, and then quickly back to my face to blush in her turn 'cuz I've clearly seen her smile of approval for the bulge straining outwards at the fabric of my running shorts. "We could play some wonderful adult games together. " I long to tell her as I search for the right ice breaker. Nothing with that killer zing springs to mind, so I decide on the good old straightforward approach. "Hi, I'm Jim. " I say, raising my eyebrows in enquiry. "Call me Kinky. " she replies with a mischievous grin. Considering those looks and that lightening bolt that had just passed between us, I'm sure she's teasing me. "Come on," I chide, "Who are you really?" "I'm really kinky, so why not call me Kinky?" This is too much, and we've just reached the bench where I'd left my backpack, so I motion with my hand, asking her, "Stop here for just a second?" I grab a business card from my pack. "Here. " She looks at it. " James Wildroot, State Department, Network Troubleshooter. Don't call us, we'll call you. " She smiles coyly. "I've got to run, now, but don't worry, Jim, Horny," with a meaningful glance at that bulge still pushing forwards the front of my shorts, "I'll help you troubleshoot your networking problem later. " She holds my name card loosely in her slim fingers, as if not sure where to put it since her very brief shorts are without pockets, then she slides the fingers of her other hand across her taut belly, slips them between smooth skin and silky fabric, pulls the waistband forwards, shoves my card deep into her panties, turns around, and jogs off with her sweet little derriere jouncing saucily. "What a prick teaser. " I'd thought. "Never hear from her again. " I'd muttered regretfully to myself, yet today, there in the distance I can see it's her foxy figure right here at my State Department office. How the hell did she pull this off? "Be professional," is all I can tell myself. Our eyes meet, pause while our hands shake to say, "Hello," then our hands hang around while our eyes say, "Let's fuck," yet we all manage to maintain a decent and businesslike composure as we rush up to my office. I'm going crazy. I can see her comely hips tightly wrapped with a beige mini skirt. Her pink top accentuates her shapely shoulders with barely covered breasts making her total silhouette a perfect 10. "Think, Jim, work, network problems, you're too horny, and she's too young. " I spank myself mentally for being a bad boy. I drape the network map over my coffee table and try to begin some appropriate discussion. We both lean across the table, so inevitably our hands come into contact. Kinky looks up at me and makes a passionate sales pitch, "Do you believe in destiny? Let's not fool ourselves. We both recognized each other when we met yesterday at the track. I saw the way you looked at me, and you couldn't misinterpret the positive looks I returned. Jim, we both have careers, this is true, but meeting you like this is the real thing. I had dreams of you last night as I'm sure you did of me, too. I don't care about your hang up with age. I know a nice man when I see him. I am attracted to you, and I mean to have you in me right now. " I smack myself. Is this my mind playing tricks, or did she really say what I just heard? I close the office door and turn towards Kinky. She comes into my arms. My fingers run through her silky black hair. Our lips touch for the first time, and passion ignites. We both stop to glance into each other's eyes, blazing with the magnetism between two lost souls that have found each other. She whispers huskily, "Jim, Horny, I know what you need, and I'm gonna take care of it right here and now. " Pushing me towards my desk, Kinky, says, "I know that you're a nice guy who believes in ladies first, but trust me on this one. At the office there's only one way we can do it that won't become far too noisy. " Snatching the network map from my table, she drapes it over the front of my desk so that it hangs all the way down to the floor. "Good. " Kinky nods. "Now sit at your desk so that if any passersby glance in, it will seem you are concentrating on some job. I'll kneel underneath your desk, hidden from the doorway, but when you look down between your thighs, you'll find my black eyes gazing back up at you out of the well under the desk. " I feel a bit selfish but realize Kinky's right. Here at the busy State Department, this is the way it has to go down. Seated in my leather chair, to all appearances taking care of business, I keep my passionate gaze fixed on Kinky's lust filled face as she reaches out to run her fingertips languorously across the cloth of my pants to the little flap that hides my zipper. I reach out my right hand as if to stop her, but she grabs it with her own left and pulls it to her mouth, tenderly kissing my palm and then sucking on my fingers fervently. A sound from the door, which I had definitely closed very carefully, but which now stands open again, draws my attention. A pretty blonde secretary, who everyone in the Networking Section knows has designs to tie me down, is standing in the doorway with a briefcase in her hand. "Jim," she says, in a voice much too sweet for government business, "can you help me with something?" Meanwhile, the fingers of Kinky's right hand have found my zipper and, "Ziiip!" The sound is very soft, so I don't think the blonde hears it as she approaches my desk. I try to keep my cool and turn my attention to the blonde, wishing that I could watch what Kinky is doing and play with her hair and ears with my fingers, but I have to reach out with both hands to take that briefcase because the blonde is now handing it across my desk to me, holding it horizontally balanced on both her palms. The fragrant scent of her perfume comes across my desk to me with the case. It's excessively seductive, almost violently erotic. As I lay the briefcase flat on my desk and shift my fingers from its sides, which they had been gripping, to open the snap locks in front, my right fore and index fingers leave wet trails of saliva on her case's lustrous dark leather surface. I notice the blonde noticing this, but neither of us mentions it. Perhaps she assumes I'm one of those intense dudes that suck on their fingers while deep in concentration on weighty State Department matters. Under my desk other trails of saliva are being laid by Kinky's tongue along the sensitive skin surface of my stiff cock, which she's freed of confinement behind my fly to stand proudly at attention for pleasuring. Kinky slowly licks all up and down from balls to crown, and when her tongue reaches that very special spot on the underside where there's a little dip in its purple crown, my breath hisses sharply between my teeth. Of course, the blonde notices my arousal, but takes it as a compliment to her sexiness. She's very pleased to see it, and to encourage me further she leans forward, exposing both her bulging breasts, almost bursting forth from the light cotton blouse she's wearing with two buttons open as if in concession to the warm weather rather than in intention to heat up my lust, then places her delicate fingers over my thick ones on the clasps, so that we both open her box together. Meanwhile, Kinky, embraced by my legs, my thighs squeezing rhythmically against her cheeks, that being my only way of urging her onwards, is holding my cock lightly between her lips, tongue flicking butterfly soft touches on my sweet spot, swirling her head around in small circles, giving my crown a royal blow job. The buxom blonde's box pops open, revealing not paperwork but sex toys: black leather studded collar, black satin bra and G-string with a chest harness and garter belt, fishnet stockings and a bondage rope. Still holding my hands and brazenly staring into my eyes, the blonde says to me in her husky voice, "This is what I want to wear only for you, Jim. We can close and lock your office door, and I'll put them on and give you a private show right now if you like. " At that moment Kinky sucks as hard as she can on my already tumescent cock, holding one finger pressed to the root to block the flow through my semen ducts momentarily, building up pressure as I start my climax without being able to ejaculate, then releasing me from bondage to erupt lavishly into her mouth like a cumming volcano. My eyes glaze in ecstasy, and an "Ahh!" of rapture at this incredibly intense release Kinky has given me moans forth from my open mouth into the blonde's face, while the pungent smell of my cum drifts out from under my desk. Glancing down, I see Kinky's eloquent eyes apologizing to me, "I'm so sorry, Jim, I did want to swallow everything, but you came in my mouth so hard and so big that a little of your cum escaped and dripped onto your leather chair. Don't worry, I'll lick every last tasty drop off before it stains the leather or wets your pants on the seat of your precious ass. " Sweat is flowing down my face in runnels, and I'm panting as heroically as if I had just finished the Boston marathon. The blonde is impressed, but a bit puzzled. With undisguised admiration, she says, "I've never had such a lustful reaction from propositioning a guy before, Jim. This kinky stuff must really turn you on!" Before I can pull myself together and find a suitable reply, the blonde turns around, leaving her briefcase wide open on my desk, its collection of handcuffs, straps, blindfolds, gags and masks an invitation to play games of sexual slavery, and strides across my office to close the door where, looking back to flash me a lascivious smirk, she locks it with a blatant click. Glancing down between my legs, I see that Kinky has finished her cleanup duties and, smiling with angelic innocence, is playing with my satiated penis as happily as a little girl with a new doll. Meanwhile, the blonde's doing a strip tease for me, shucking off her office outfit piece by piece and removing items from her briefcase to redress herself as a bondage Domme. For the moment, both ladies seem to be engrossed in enacting their own dream worlds, so, myself being temporarily sunk into post coital depression, I begin feeling upset by the way reality versus fantasy can mislead us. I know I must complete my evaluation on a professional level and wonder if this hot little number between my legs, who's just given me such a satisfactory sample of her services under my desk will continue to perform up to our full networking specifications or merely tease me with tenders that I'll later discover are bogus bids. Contractor versus government is a dog-eat-pussy struggle full of deceit, so what is she really after? Sure, I know it was incredible just now in my office, but I wonder if it will work out during the rigors of field testing. Just then I notice again how Kinky is playing with me. Those doubts infiltrating my mind are obliterated in a second by a rush of sensations as my attention returns between my thighs to feeling the wet succulence of Kinky's lips wrapped around my cock, which is now stiffening for a second coming yet simultaneously aching to stop. In front of me that blonde has finished gearing up and poses provocatively, pushing her pelvis forwards with a tantalizing bump and grind. Under my desk, Kinky is fellating me ferociously, first flurrying carnal kisses full of humid heat up and down my shaft's length, next plunging my prick deep into the welcoming warmth of her wet oral embrace, then helixing her head around and up, back around and down while simultaneously sucking in syncopated rhythm as she keeps me just on the razor edge between an agony of yearning and an ecstasy of ejaculation in a virtuoso display of awareness that she can hold my cock captive to her oral attentions as long as she likes now that the pressure in my gonads has been lowered by that recent release. Suddenly, I can't stand it any more as my cock ignites again! Reaching down and placing my palms on Kinky's smooth cheeks, plunging my fingers deep into her ebony hair now curly and damp from the sweat of her labors in the vineyards of love so that my fingertips curve around and grip the back of her skull, I pull her head forwards as far as I can and flex my buttocks so that my cock thrusts up into her and drops back again and again, repeatedly, fucking her face in short, quick strokes. Now my breath is coming in huffs and puffs like when I'm doing wind sprints, and the blonde ceases her gyrations to watch me curiously. I don't really care what that blonde baggage thinks, but I am concerned with how Kinky is taking it. Am I fucking her too furiously? She was begging for this oral assault, wasn't she? Ignoring the blonde's suspicion completely, I lean back so that I can look down into Kinky's upturned eyes and gauge her sentiment. To my relief, I find in her expression a zesty mixture of devotion, passion, and outright lust. She's way into this and urging me to fuck her face deeper and harder until I cum right down her throat! "O. K. ," I shout enthusiastically, "Let's go for it.!" The blonde is taken aback with amazement, but Kinky tilts her head backwards cooperatively while I hunch forwards in my chair, getting longer strokes to go deeper into her mouth at this angle. With loud moans, I begin wildly trying to exhaust myself in a frantic motion of simplistic back and forth momentum while Kinky is really working with me, sucking hard so that her cheeks squeeze in to give me more frictional pleasure. I'm so near now, right there with just a bit more effort. The blonde can't hear Kinky's sucking and slurping as she's doing her best to deep throat me because I'm grunting and groaning so loudly with the effort of a fantastically fine facial fuck, but the angle's still not quite right. I spread eagle my hands out to the very edge of my desk, knocking the blonde's briefcase onto the floor, and kick my chair backwards so my legs are stretched wide apart, and I'm standing on my tippy toes. Now my cock has a straight shot, and I lunge forwards and down into Kinky's throat, my forward momentum forcing her glottis to comply. I begin to feel another rush of hot fluids forcing its way up the shaft in a catastrophically copious climax, and hear myself screaming joyfully, "This is all for you, Kinky!" as my firm column of muscle is now buried deep, gushing forth fluids, loosing the lightness it felt only seconds before while tension is released along with my spurting sperm in an even better orgasm than my first one. "Jim, what the hell are you doing?" Shouts the blonde, as she stoops to pick up her spurned briefcase and toys. "I've never met a guy before with a fetish for furniture fucking. " She sobs with frustration. "How can you just ignore me and cum in your desk drawer?" The blonde rushes across the office, unlocks the door, and vanishes down the corridor, leaving a stupendous slam behind her. "Office politics," I sigh to myself. "I'll be hearing gossip about this around the water cooler for months to come. " Just Another Kinky Wet Dream, or... As soon as she hears the coast is clear, Kinky squeezes out from under my desk, laughing her ass off. She raises her mini skirt to show me how soaked with pleasure her panties are. I'm overjoyed with the way our meeting has come off so well for both of us so far yet concerned about our future prospects. Maybe that's why I begin this serious overture to Kinky. Like many guys in these anxious times, I'm afflicted by an I-love-you-but syndrome. "Kinky," I ask her. "What are we leading up to? Are we just two passing skyrockets exploding gloriously all over the sky in a fleeting flash, or can we expect our love to last?" Kinky's eyes penetrate my soul as sharply as sapphires, and the sight of her crisply tight young body is like viewing a solar eclipse that makes you wonder whether you should enjoy the rapture and go blind or grab for your safety glasses and watch it slip away. Either I'm a sucker for beauty and love or find them hard to recognize. A tear falls from my eye. " God, Kinky," I rhapsodize, "You are so damned beautiful and exotic, like a new planet being discovered. I don't know what to think. I've been dallied with before but never like this, and I still don't know if this is really happening, or if I'm only asleep waiting for the alarm clock to go off". Kinky gets pissed off by all my doubts and fears. "Look, you son of a bitch, get real! So what if you're 45 and I'm 24. Do you think I give a shit how old you are? Are you waiting for the 30 plus or 40-year-old, attractive dream to come your way and snatch you up? Get fucking religion, boy. Maybe God sent me to you, you, Asshole. " I'm laughing and really fucking happy because her wake up call seems to have finally gotten through to me. " My dearest Kinky, if we are together for just a year and then break up, I am one lucky man, and if you truly fall in love with me, I am the richest man on Earth because no lotto can compare to your pure essence of vitality and the fountain of youth you offer me. " We both look at the clock, but it is a long, long way until quitting time. "Kinky," I ask, "Why don't we carry this to some less forbidding atmosphere like my place?" Kinky jokes, "I suppose you want me under your desk at home". I retort, "No, my princess. I am dying to taste that wet pussy between your legs. " Kinky looks me straight in the eye and says, "Jim, Horny, I am here to give you a sampler, but the trick will be keeping our affairs discreet while taking our pleasure during business hours. It's still another 2 hours until 5:30, and even after that security will be through from time to time. " I shrug and ask her, "So what's the problem?" By way of answer, Kinky drops her sopping wet silky panties and props her breathtakingly beautiful butt up on my desk, spreading her legs wide open for me to take a good look. I hurry towards Kinky for a closer inspection and trip on the coffee table in excitement so that I'm kneeling on the floor in front of Kinky, eyeball to clit with the most luscious lips in the universe. Placing her fingers on her thighs, Kinky pulls her labia far apart, so that I can see straight down to her Grafenberg spot. In a calm voice, Kinky lectures me coolly, "Jim, Horny, as you can see, my tight little pussy has long ebony hair. You already know how when I'm very aroused I squirt in a pre-orgasm like the ones I have in sympathetic response when getting my lover off orally. You gave me two of those just now, Jim, which is why my panties got soaking wet. " I nod, dumbly, still overcome by being so close to heaven. Kinky continues explaining, "What's important here is that I'm MEGA-multi-orgasmic. Like many girls, I'm NEVER satisfied with just one orgasm, and I ALWAYS get off VERY LOUDLY! "What," I ask, "does 'VERY LOUDLY' mean exactly?" Kinky clarifies, "I'm talking about if you leave your windows open while we're fucking in your house, then the whole neighborhood is gonna know that Kinky is having a good time. What I mean here is that my orgasms are cataclysmic, you know, like in that song, "She's a Natural Disaster. "? Nodding my head wisely, I suggest, "Oh, you mean volcanic, like Mt. St. Helena?" Kinky tilts her head back, looking upwards, and raises her eyebrows. "Or Krakatoa?" I hazard. "No, Jim," says Kinky, You've gotta think BIGGER. Do you remember that impact with a comet 65 million years ago that wiped all the dinosaurs off the face of the Earth?" As the moments seem to pass through seconds, then stretch past minutes, and, in a demonstration of subjective relativity, elongate time through hours, days, weeks, months, years, centuries, millennia, ages, eons, from here to eternity, Kinky says, "Do me. " "What?" I ask. "Lick my cunt," says Kinky. "then fuck me deep and fuck me hard. " Hearing Kinky's request, I stand up by my desk keeping my eyes fixed on her love portal in a rapture of desire while stripping off my clothes until I stand before her clad as Michelangelo's David. Kinky seems blessed with the innocence of an immortal virgin as her eyes make contact with mine from paradise. We are Venus and Apollo in each others' minds. We're both lost in this eternal moment, neither caring for any impediments that might keep us from being together forever. We only know that this flame of our passion that has been ignited will not diminish for many hours. I lean forwards to crawl on all fours, grinning like a happy schoolboy meeting my first girl, a true romantic who kneels devoutly before my girlfriend and delicately pinches her labia very gently together with my fingertips to make a rosebud mouth between her legs, then kisses her beautiful Asian flower just like that shy schoolboy kissing his virginal sweetheart for the first time, all a quiver with soul searing lust and reverent respect. Next, releasing Kinky's labia, I place the tip of my nose between them and gently force them wider apart like a farmer furrowing fertile soil in a springtime meadow. Now the way is open for my thirsty tongue to gently probe into her holy vagina. Using my tongue as a pivot point, I slowly circle my head, brushing her labia in turn with my lips, nose and chin, her juices and my saliva lubricating everything. "Ummm. " Kinky's gentle murmur thrums my heartstrings, and "Hmmmm. " I hum back deep into the core of her womanhood, "Ahh. " Kinky sighs in reply, then "Blublublublub. " I vibrate my lips against her labia. "Ohh!" She moans with obvious pleasure. What a witty conversation in the language of love we are having! The taste of Kinky is an aphrodisiac. As my cock stiffens into rock hardness between my legs, my tongue begins to sway then pounces, a tiger wild to hit its prey. I strike! Kinky's legs are thrust apart as by the head of a cat. Now I'm a wild beast, tongue and teeth tearing into a small cavern that hides this lady's secret charm that when found will transform Kinky into the euphoric nymphomaniac she is panting to have released. Her juices begin to erupt. Her body begins to quiver. Kinky's cry can be heard very softly showing that she has not yet lost total control, "Oh, please! Jim, Oh, tongue fuck me. Suck my clit, Baby". I respond with two more fingers as an added attraction. They begin to slide in and out of her now gushing pussy. Her pussy lips have given up their independence as they are now acting like tentacles wanting to wrap around my wet serpent pounding on her clit. As the eruption detonates, Kinky jolts from feeling the vacuum pressure when her labia are engulfed by my lips, and the motion of the striking serpent has found its mark to activate her most womanly wantonness. Time now stands still, and I feel that Kinky's mind is far away as if on some beautiful sunny beach. Tranquility must be rushing through her athletic body as she tingles from head to toes. Her eyes begin to cry with joy. Kinky wills this not to end as she jealously clenches my head, plunging my face deeper into her erogenous love center. I'm overcome by the aroma of sultry juices billowing forth in acknowledgment of my new found playmate's satisfaction, and I bear forwards hard. Kinky's legs are thrust up and apart by my shoulders. My arms reach out to clamp around her thin waistline forcing myself and her into a frenzy. I slide my hands under her buttocks and lift her tasty treat towards me while Kinky's hips are bumping and grinding, thrusting her throbbing labia against my lips repeatedly in a passionate vaginal kiss, and I now feel the effects of our cunnilingual frenzy between my legs as my swollen cock begins throbbing in a sympathetic vibration with Kinky's vagina, and I realize that I am about to ejaculate from giving pleasure to my personal goddess of love. I pray to her, "Help me Kinky to fulfill your desires. I know you want me to fuck you with my stiff hard on, but you're cumming in my face so hard that I'm about to jet my jizzm all over your feet. Leading the way by first taking a deep breath to calm herself, Kinky tells me, "Breath out hard with a guttural hum, Jim, Horny, it's an old technique of tantric yoga. You can slow down the approach of your ejaculation indefinitely to share my orgasms and prolong both of our pleasures more. Like this. " Kinky demonstrates, "Huuuugggghhhh!" and then takes another slow, deep breath. I try it, too. "Huuuugggghhhh!" and breathe in slowly. Sure enough, Kinky's right, and I can hold myself just on that razor edge of ejaculation. Now I'm ready to fuck Kinky. "Kinky, my princess," I tell her, "Please position yourself on my couch with your legs wide open. Your pussy is already very wet, so we're primed to lock and load. Kinky looks at me with a sweet and innocent expression on her face and utters, "Come on, Jim, stop fucking around and just fuck me". With that I take hold of my cock and point it at her pussy, moving ever closer, while her widening smile shows that she realizes that her yearning is about to be satisfied. As the tip of my cock gently touches her labia, Kinky anticipates having her cunt forced open as my whole cock enters her hot wet tunnel of pleasure, and she throws her head back, arching her back so that the erect nipples of her beautiful breasts jut towards my mouth begging to be licked and sucked. How can I resist a brief indulgence in these basic mammalian instincts? Running my tongue tip around each of Kinky's bronze aureole, stiffening her nipples into tasty morsels for my sucking pleasure, now it's my turn to show off my suction power while I pull on Kinky's tits with my eager lips as if I were a newborn babe who's mama had starved him for a week before offering him her breasts brimming with ambrosia. Kinky whimpers and moans, then begs me, "Please, Jim, please, I want to feel your cock deep inside me. " Very slowly I comply. Kinky is sitting with her legs high, supported by her hands. She is in a comfortable position where she can't move, rock or sway. As my cock enters her and slides deeper and deeper inside her, her body does not move. Kinky sighs rapturously now as she feels the full movement of my dick enter her and fill her cunt. Now I retract it again slowly and take it fully out. I see her cunt close with a slight delay, and then tighten. Kinky's gentle groan tells me how much she liked that. Once again I put the tip of my dick to her cunt lips... and tease her for a while, as she anticipate the next gentle thrust. And it happens, her cunt is opened once more by my cock sliding inside her. Yet again I take it fully out, and watch the slower reaction of her ring-piece. I keep entering Kinky and leaving her as her fervor heightens until she can't stand it anymore. Kinky jumps up from the couch and holds onto me, her feet off the ground and her legs wrapped around my lower back. She entreats me, "Jim, Horny, please lay me down, and fuck me quick and hard now. I want you to make me cum so much I can't stand it anymore!" I lay Kinky down as she asks, and I slide my cock into her once more. This time I'm hammering away at her soaking wet cunt, as she grabs my ass and feels it bobbing up and down. Kinky's legs are in the air, and she's tensing up more the longer I fuck her, as her pleasure reaches stunning heights. Kinky becomes so wet that there is no friction between us at all, her cunt is getting so much stimulation it is almost impossible for her to stand. Kinky's eyes roll with indescribable delight and her groans reach the highest point of a wonderful crescendo. Then suddenly it happens, Kinky's orgasm begins and wells up inside of her. From the cacophony of uproarious moaning and groaning, I'm convinced that she is going to explode, but she seems eager to erupt in ecstasy. The climax grows stronger, and all of a sudden, hits her like a truck. "FUCK!" Kinky shouts with a roar like a racetrack crowd at the finish of the daily double. Kinky's rapid succession of jolts, and the contracting of her cunt excites me beyond belief and way beyond breath control. My member pounds with such aching that I have no choice but to shoot my wad of cum exploding forth to fill her vagina with my sexual fluids. Kinky glances down at my copious cum as it overflows her cute cunt to mingle with her juices, our sweat and my saliva on her labia and drip down her thighs and smiles with deep satisfaction before resting her head on the couch. She says, "Thank you, Jim, my horny love," in a soft and contented voice. (We continued with everything James Wildroot had ever dreamed of doing with a willing girl's pussy in my office in two-part harmony with FULL VOLUME SOUND EFFECTS until... ) "Whew! I sighed in total satisfaction, I KNOW that was at least as good for you as it was for me, Kinky, my succulent succubus with the delectable delicacy between your legs. Let's head back to my place after a little nap to recoup our energies. " We had been at it for quite some time. Our naked bodies lay motionless, intertwined together, a painting as if a long-lost Renoir or Botticelli had just been rediscovered. Age and beauty, earthy experience and heavenly innocence, proletarian and royalty embraced together in a copulated composition. I awaken to the feeling of silk on my chest. Kinky is half draped across me in peaceful slumber. Her long black hair blankets my chest. I delicately shift her over to slide off the couch. I walk toward the corner of my office and turn on an incandescent lamp to tinge the darkness yet maintain the atmosphere. I collect fragments of clothing and then sit upon a nearby lazyboy. My eyes pan the couch over and over as if scanning a memory. Kinky's eyes open then fix on the lover who shortly earlier generated volcanic passion in her inner soul, not to mention giving her bitchin' body such a lusty fuck that the rushes up and down her spine have not yet subsided. Her pupils lock onto mine, and we both bring forth a coy smile. Less than six feet apart, we feel we are still touching, communicating in some hidden code that only we can hear. I break the silence, "Kinky you must come to my place and let me make you some cuisine. I hope you like lobster as I've been itching to try out my new grill. It appears to be a wonderful night. We can eat out on my deck. " Eat out carries another connotation as we both grin. Kinky replies, "If your culinary skills match your libido, you may find me an addict for your proximately. In plain English, Jim, my love, I may never leave you". I go through the rigors of locking down as Kinky gathers her lacy items. The light now shining on her well defined body dressed in such erotic undergarments composes a picture so alluring my lower member is again swollen by the pressure of my desire to thrust it into her and fornicate us into oblivion. All I can think is how long it will take to get home. We each continue packing up as if after an intense business meeting then saunter down the hall to the security guard. "Late night sir", says the guard at the desk. "Yes, it is", I say. I notice the guards eyes are not on me but on the sublime image that trails along behind. "Excuse me, Ma'am, but we need your badge. " Kinky notices it is not with her, and tells me calmly, "I think I have misplaced it or it fell off while we were examining your network infrastructure. " "So you two are together?" asks the guard. "Yes sir. officer. We've been together in close contact evaluating what the next move will be to improve performance. We probed each other to determine what works and what doesn't. I believe we will climax to higher levels with some added hardware. I have a list of items I plan to propose to Mr. Wildroot that should enhance his days to cum. Relieving him of great pressure is my desire. His skillful performance and expert knowledge of what to do when things erupt is quite impressive, but I have some plans to offer that he may find exploratory in nature but I believe will ultimately satisfy him. " Then Kinky gestures to me, "Mr. Wildroot's quite a unique individual, and I think we will work well together" The guard simply replies, "Well, he is pretty resourceful, Ma'am. You all have a good night". Pacing out to the parking lot, I mention, "Kinky you have a way with words. My dear if you relieve me of any more pressure, I'll be laid up for days. " As she laughs lightly, I remember what else she said. "Oh yeah, Kinky, what hardware? I don't recall us discussing any hardware. Exploratory improvements, huh? I almost burst out laughing about probing, and please do erupt again!". Kinky smiles and says, "Since we are going to your place, let me get some things out of my car. I have a bag with some apparatus we can use later. " Her eager look and sultry walk stimulate me. "That is one fine woman", I say to myself. Jumping in my Black Cirrus I pull up alongside Kinky's White Rabbit. She throws her bag into my car, and jumps in next to me. "Home James!", she says in jest. During the forty-five-minute commute I ask, "What kind of gadgets do you have in your bag, you little nympho? " Smiling she replies, "Anything you can imagine plus more alternatives, Jim, Horny. " Soon, we pull up to my townhouse. It's a cozy little palace lacking a woman's touch. It's not a long walk from one end to the other, and we venture out onto the deck. A nice Webber gas grill sits on one side and a bubbling Jacuzzi on the other. Kinky says to me in the voice of a playful child, "Last one in the pool is a rotten egg. " We both smile. Although it is midsummer, the night air is a bit cool, but steam rises off the hot pool invitingly. Without hesitation, Kinky strips off her clothes, plunges into the bubbly hot water and turns to face me, splashing water on her awesome breasts against the chill air. I think she looks breathtakingly beautiful with her long black hair, black eyes, slim waist and firm stomach. Following in fast pursuit, I take off my clothes and join her. Kinky and I stand facing each other in the hot water, steam rising around us. I see that her nipples are once again erect but this time there are goose bumps from the cold. I lightly run my hand over her satiny skin and marvel at the blue veins close to the surface. She shivers, and I lean forward and gently take one of her nipples into my mouth, massaging the other with my fingers. Kinky moans and moves closer until my erection presses against her stomach. She finds it with her hands between us. Suddenly, I pull her close, grab her ass with both hands and, picking her up, move to where there are some steps leading down into the Jacuzzi. I sit Kinky on the steps in the shallow water, lean her back on her elbows and kneel between her legs. Her small black bush with its long ebony hair stares at me invitingly. I spread her lips with my fingers and rub the tiny button at the top. Kinky groans and, grabbing my head with both hands, pulls my mouth to her pussy. I can't resist thrusting my tongue in as deeply as possible, licking her g-spot mercilessly until her thighs clamp around my head involuntarily. She writhes her hips until her butt slides off the step and lands on the next, submerging her pussy into the hot water. Smiling, I don't hesitate, but take a breath and follow to let her feel my tongue, yet again, probing deep inside her until she throws her head back in ecstasy. Finally, she can take it no more. Kinky pushes me onto my back in the shallow water and dives on top of me, making a large splash and a lot of noise. Kinky grabs my cock and sits astride me, slowly easing it into her depths. With it fully inside, she begins gyrating her hips in circling motions, then rocking back and forth. Meanwhile, my hands find her breasts, and she closes her eyes happily as she cums. I put my hands under Kinky's ass, she gets her feet under her, and she starts again, lifting her dripping cunt high and then dropping again and again onto my cock, grinding our pelvises together, the water making slapping sounds and larger waves rolling across the hot bubbles roiling the surface of the Jacuzzi. We change positions as I am getting near coming, Kinky lying in the shallow water, with her legs over my shoulders, me kneeling between her legs, pumping hard. Just as I'm about to cum, she stops me with a hand on my chest. Just Another Kinky Wet Dream, or... Jim, Horny, "I want you in my mouth. " Kinky whispers. I pull out. She sits up and takes my cock into her mouth, working her head back and forth furiously, wanting my cum. It doesn't take long. I explode with a cry, and my hips jerk spasmodically as I cum into her mouth. When my orgasm subsides, I sink into the water beside her, and we lay together quietly, watching the steam rise into the sky. After a while, she rolls on top of me and says, "Jim, I'm going to fly you into the skies of ecstasy. " "Well, you already have, my provocative princess," I tell her. "No. " Jim, says Kinky, "I mean literally. So far we've concentrated on your sport, running, but one of my favorites is flying. How would you like to do me in the clouds, scaling unknown heights of ecstasy together?" I pause to think this over. "Sounds great, but since we're not gonna do that immediately, how about talking it over while we're showering up, Kinky? For the longest time, I've been dreaming of us taking a shower together. First, we'll get into that shower, lather each other up, next I'll feel your tender hands holding me like this, and stroking, at first gently, then I'll... "... "... FEEL YOU ON THE INSIDE! Just as I'm really getting down to it, that brutal alarm clock shatters my fantasy, with Nine Inch Nails bellowing out, "I want to fuck you like an animal!" and I firmly take myself in hand, or rather quickly let go of myself, thinking, "What are the possibilities of meeting this fallen angel again?" I figure way on the far side of slim to none, so I warn myself, "Get a grip, man, you're 45 and she's just a kid. No way!". Yet her image lingers and somehow I have a not altogether unpleasant foreboding of more kinky stuff cumming my way real soon.