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Seduction

By: erotic angel



Since the first day that Amy had started at the up and coming firm of a progressive law office in Southern Alabama she had dreamed of seducing her boss. She fantasized about it, masturbated to it, dreamed of it at night. She was completely consumed with the tall black man with the disarming smile and gentle eyes. She new he was a bulldog in the courtrooms, as she transcribed his daily notes when he was on a case, and yet his demeanor out of the courtroom was just the opposite.

She dressed with deliberation that morning, knowing he would be in the office for most of the day. She chose a short leather skirt and a low cut white sweater, a thin leather belt cinched her waist perfectly, and the with the crotchless black hose she had purchased recently no one would ever suspect that she wasn't wearing panties that day, or what she had planned.

Amy could barely contain herself, wondering when he would call her into his office, as he did on a daily basis, and wondering if she really had the nerve to go through with her plan. Oh…she had caught the glances from him, the way his eyes would slowly move down her body when he thought no one was looking, how the bulge in his pants would get noticeably larger when she stepped into the room, and she would laugh silently to herself when she was called in and he would have something laying over his crotch to hide his erection. She new she was putting her job on the line, but on this day she didn't care. She only knew she had to have this big, black, beautiful man. If only once.

She was a nervous wreck all day…waiting, backing out in her mind dozens of times that day. And then finally, almost at the end of the day, he called her into his office. The timing couldn't be better, as it was a Friday and most of the office had already left for a long weekend. She quickly tugged at her nipples making them erect before she walked into his office. 

Her heels clicked softly on the tile floor leading to his office, and she thanked the gods that be for her long toned legs, long fiery red hair and full breasts that didn't need a bra. She left the door cracked a bit as she always did, pulling out her chair and moving it back farther than she usually did. Amy's hands were slightly trembling and she wondered if he would notice as she slid her tight little ass into the chair and slightly spread her thighs. She knew from where she had placed the chair that he could see straight up her skirt, and her heart raced wildly as his eyes went directly between her legs.

She could almost hear the silent moan escape from him, and then with a husky voice he asked her to come over to his desk and check some of the paperwork. 

Her nipples were rock hard and she could already feel the wetness dripping from her cunt as she slid behind the desk with Him. As she bent over the front of her top billowed slightly open and her left nipple grazed against his arm. It was like electricity going through both of them, and as she looked down into his lap she saw his cock jump, and she just smiled to herself.

When she looked back on that day later, even she couldn't believe what she did next. Amy wedged herself between the desk and his chair, and then slid up on the desk, her feet planted on each side of his thighs, her shaved smooth pussy totally exposed to him now.

She heard his breath catch, and as he looked up into her eyes he saw the doubt, fear and longing. He knew what a risk she was taking. A white woman in Southern Alabama offering herself to a black man, let alone her boss, and as he looked closer, he saw her hands begin to tremble. The silence was almost unbearable, and just about the time she was ready to jump off the desk and run out of his office, his strong black hand slid slowly up her silky thigh. His voice husky with passion as he slowly stated. "So you have been thinking of this big black cock just as I have been thinking of that sweet white pussy huh?"

Amy moaned softly as she heard his voice drift up to her, and in the next instant he was grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. Both of his hands sliding up each thigh as he spread her legs wider, the short skirt now almost riding her waist. He leaned forward and pressed his tongue on her extended clit. Her whole body spasming at the touch of his mouth. Her hands were gripping the edge of the desk tightly, knuckles almost white as his tongue slid up her hot little slit. 

"Oh damn girl, you taste even better than I ever imagined. Let me make you cum like this baby. I want to feel your hot cum on my lips and taste it deep in my throat."

His tongue began to slowly play with her clit, teasing, torturing, pressing his lips just on the clit and sucking it hard, then soft. She could barely stand it, even in her wildest dreams she had no idea his tongue would feel this damn good on her. Her hips bucked up into his face and ground into it. Her hot wet juices leaking down into his moustache and rolling over his lips. His face was shining from her juices as he pulled away from her cunt, sliding two fingers deep into her tight little pussy. "Ever fucked a black man hon?", he asked while his fingers pumped in and out of her cunt. Her legs were trembling harder with each thrust of his fingers, her cunt muscles clenching tightly around them. Gasping softly and shaking her head no…her hands reaching around to the back of his head and pulling him back onto her aching pussy. She screamed out as his tongue once again flicked over her clit…her juices flowing freely now, trickling down his fingers and down over his chin. "MMMmmmmm baby, eat that pussy, damn you are so damn good", and then with a long slow shudder her body exploded, the hot sweet cum spewing from her pussy as she softly cried out his name.

His mouth ravished her as her release washed over her, his tongue unrelenting as it sucked and licked, stiffening it and thrusting it deep into her cunt as he felt the shudder. He moaned deeply into her as her velvet walls clamped around his tongue, and then licked the sweet nectar from her pussy lips. His eyes devouring her as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked the rest of her sweetness from his fingers.

Amy couldn't believe the depth of the orgasm she had just had. While her head was still reeling from the experience, her legs shaking visibly now, she opened her eyes long enough to see him slide his zipper down. His hard throbbing 9 inches of cockmeat springing out from his slacks. She watched almost mesmerized as he slowly began to stroke it, his eyes never leaving hers as his thumb grazed over the massive head. Her throat constricted and she licked her lips as she slid off the desk and slithered to the floor on her knees. Ohhhh yes…she was going to give him just as much pleasure as he had just given her.

Her hands were trembling and she had never felt this excited as the flat part of her tongue slid up the length of his cock, her fingers undoing the button of his pants and hurriedly pulling his pants down as he lifted his hips to help her. 

Her soft white hand wrapped around the thickness of his cock, and she stroked it from the base to the tip, watching as she saw an involuntary shudder flow through his body. She had never had this much cock in her mouth before and she wondered if she could take him deep into her throat, let alone deep into her pussy. Her breath was hot against his stiff rod as she leaned in closer, the tip of her tongue reaching out and flicking softly under the huge head. Her tongue ran slowly under the rim, savoring every inch of the thickness. A small tremble coursed through her body as she curled her tongue and dipped it into the slit on top…finally tasting him for the first time. And then it was as if her mouth no longer belonged to her. She was consumed by this huge cock, and as she whimpered and moaned softly her lips parted on the head of his cock, her mouth stretching so wide it ached, and she sucked deeply and hungrily on this cock that she had dreamed of and fantasized for so long now.

His fingers wrapped in her long fiery mane and he groaned out loud as her hot mouth slid lower down his fuckpole. But he knew she wouldn't be able to take it all in the position she was in. His fingers entangled deeper into her hair, and he lifted her gently as he stood up, bringing her with him, and settling her back on the desk again, her mouth still locked around his shaft, her hand sliding up and down the length in long easy strokes.

He could barely speak, her mouth felt so good on his dick, but he wanted it deep deep in her throat. As he moaned another long low moan, he hoarsely whispered, "I'm going to force feed you this cock girl, just relax the back of your throat and take every inch of this cock deep into your throat. 

And then he began…gripping her hair tightly and slowly sliding his cock down her throat, when she would begin to gag a little he'd back off and whisper encouragement to her, telling her to relax, that she could do this, and then he'd shove harder into her mouth, until finally all 9 thick black inches were nestled deep in the back of her throat. Her lips clamped down hard on the base and she sucked deep and long. Amazed at herself really that this huge cock was all the way in her mouth. 

When he could tell that she was totally at ease, he loosened his grip on her hair and began steadily pumping his cock in and out of her mouth…pulling almost out to the tip and then slamming deep back into her mouth again. Amy was moaning softly into his hardness, her hand reaching between his thighs and squeezing his cum filled sac, knowing that he couldn't last much longer. 

As his hot cum shot into her mouth a loud groan filled the room. She could see every muscle in his leg tremble as some of the hot white liquid trickled down her chin. He collapsed back into the chair, his cock still half hard, and she knew that he was still good for one more round as she held his cum in her mouth, not swallowing it yet.

She quickly straddled him on the chair, one hand cupping his balls and the other wrapped around the base of his cock. His cock, though not fully erect at the moment, was still hard enough to slide into her tight little cunt, and as she lowered herself down on his cock, she leaned forward and kissed him, dribbling the cum from her mouth over his lips. As his tongue dove into her mouth they both swallowed, drinking his sweetness. His cock immediately hardened again, and he bit the bottom of her ear and whispered, "How does this 9" of hard steel feel in you baby?"

Amy could barely hear him for the moans and whimpers that were coming from her. His cock filled her totally, stretching her hot tight little cunt wide open. Her muscles clamped around his cock with each thrust, nails digging deep into his shoulders as he pounded her harder , faster and deeper. 

His hands grabbed at her waist and he shoved her deeper onto his throbbing cock, each thrust making her scream out to him. Trickles of sweat were running down her cleavage and he would lick them from her and then grunt and thrust hard up into that tight hot twat again, until finally they were both spent and their screams and moans as they came together rocked the room with it's intensity.

Amy collapsed onto his chest, both of them trying to catch their breath after the intensity of what they had just experienced. After her body had returned somewhat to normal once again she got up off of him, pulling her skirt down and straightening her hose, smoothing her hair down and taking a quick glance at her flushed cheeks in the mirror on her way out. A small trickle of cum dripping down the inside of her thigh as she turned to look at him .

"See you next Friday Amy" he said with a sly wink as she closed the door behind her.

Seduction 101



I am what you call a typical nineteen-year old with just one problem, I am not experienced with the opposite sex. Let me start off by introducing myself, my name is Brooke Smith. Raised by my Uncle Tom and my father, I have been around men all my life. Even considered one of the guys, which is fine by me I mean I do not mind.

Since my birthday last week one question has been haunting my mind: when am I going to lose my virginity? All of my friends have lost their virginity and I absolutely cannot wait any longer.

This is where my plan comes in. Let me tell you a little about what I am thinking. You see my Uncle Tom is a very handsome man. In his mid-thirties he is still extremely desirable by the opposite sex. His brownish-blonde hair has a speckle of gray, just enough to make him very sexy. My relationship with my Uncle is not the usual type of Uncle-Niece, I consider him a very dear and close friend.

Now my father on the other hand is opposite. He is so strict and can be very mean if made mad. I consider him a handsome type of guy. Unlike Uncle Tom, his hair has completely turned gray. 

Lately I have been dreaming about how I can seduce these two wonderful men. I figure I can put my plan, which I have nicknamed "seduction 101", in effect on movie night. Every Thursday night my Uncle, father, and me watch a movie and order in. This coming Thursday night is my turn to pick out the movie. I went to Movies-R-Us and got a saucy little movie entitled "The Mating Habits of Humans". Sounds pretty stupid, right? That is exactly what I wanted, something that no one is going to watch. It also has a little added bonus, it's all about sex.

So my Uncle and father will sit on the couch, with me in the middle. Hopefully, I won't chicken out and can go through with "seduction 101". Wish me luck!!

Thursday Night

It's about 8 p.m. almost time to start the night. I ordered a pizza and it should arrive any minute now.

Uncle Tom, daddy, and myself were watching the movie when the pizza guy knocked on the door.

"I'll get it, don't you two move a muscle I will be right back."

For the attire of the night, I chose a cute little short and baby tee set. Being light pink, it's very see through. So I chose not to wear a bra and a pair of white thongs. My corrupt little mind was now working full blast.

"Honey, don't you think you should put on a robe or something before answering the door?" my father asked.

"Oh, I think this is fine. I don't want to keep the pizza guy waiting."

After answering the door I took the pizza into the kitchen to get the plates and such. Little did my Uncle and father know, but I could hear everything they were saying.

"My gosh Tom, if she wasn't my daughter."

"I know what you mean, she is my niece. But what I would do to her if I could just have her for five minutes alone."

"What are you guys talking about," acting like I did not hear any of the past conversation, "you know you can have me for as long as you like Uncle Tom."

I thought I would add that on for the affect. You should have seen the look on his face, like he was considering what I had just said.

After the pizza the movie was getting a little boring, so I thought I would spice things up a bit. I accidentally spilled my water on my shirt.

"Oh god, look at that. I am so stupid, sometimes."

Of course the water was cold, so my nipples had become erect. I noticed this and went even further with "seduction 101". 

"I better get this shirt off before I catch a cold."

I knew damn well that I was not going to get sick I mean its summer time. I continued further by starting to slowing remove my shirt.

"What are you doing Brooke?" asked my father.

"Well what does it look like I am doing, I am taking my shirt off. You guys don't mind do you? I mean you're my Uncle and dad, its not like I have something you haven't seen before."

Both of their faces turned deadly pale. They were speechless, and I was happy.

"Can I tell you two something?" I asked.

"Of course you can darling, you know you can tell us anything." My Uncle responded.

"Promise not to laugh?"

"Of course not", my dad said.

"Ok, now I know that you both know I am a virgin. And to tell you the truth I am sick and tired of it. I want to lose my virginity so bad, but in a special way." I know I was blushing by this point, but I had to finish what I had started. "I know this is going to sound stupid but I have dreamt about having sex with both of you, at the same time. It's wrong, that is what you're going to say, but you know what I think, hell with it. You must follow your heart, and my heart is telling me what to do." 

After saying that there was that awkward moment of silence. I could tell by their faces that they were speechless. I knew I had to make the next move. So with that in mind, I started to kiss my Uncle. 

He did not know what to do. I was kissing his lips and gently pressing my topless chest against him. After a minute I felt him begin to respond. He started to kiss me back. Yes, I thought, I did it. 

While kissing him, I gently rubbed his chest with my hands. Moving ever so slowly down to his 'happy trail'. I pulled away from him so I could take a good look at what I was doing. I took one finger and began to trace the trail and follow it down even further. His pants presented a problem, and I knew the answer.

I whispered, "You know Uncle Tom, these pants are in my way. I think they are going to have to go."

With that thought in mind I slowly began to unfasten and unzip them. I got to my knees and softly pulled them down, exposing his boxers. They were white of course, and completely see through. I could see the outline of a semi-erect cock, and it was huge. I could not believe my eyes. 

I glanced over at dad, and he was just staring.

"Oh dad, I haven't forgotten about you."

So I got up and walked over and sat in dad's lap. I took his face in my hands and gently pressed my lips against his. I traced his mouth with my tongue, I saw that move in the movie we were watching.

I placed my hands directly in the crotch of his pants. Rubbing up and down I noticed that his member started to move. 

"Oh dad, I can't wait to get that in me."

He pushed me away, "before you go any further, are you sure you want this sweetie?"

"Do I want it, Hell yeah I want it, I want it all."

With that being said my father removed his pants, and his boxers. My eyes were wide open because of the sex in front of me. It must have been eight inches soft. I could not wait any longer to feel both of these cocks in me.

I got to knees and began to rub my fathers member. In the corner of my eyes I noticed my Uncle was starting to slowing jack off. This site only encouraged me further in my exploration. 

I gently kissed the tip of his now growing cock. I was told by some friends that to suck a good cock is just like eating a Popsicle. With that thought, I began to run my tongue up and down his erect cock. I noticed that when it touched the underside my father let out a little moan. Since I knew he liked that that was the location of my attack. A salty taste started to fill my mouth, I knew from rumors that cum tasted kind of salt. So putting two and two together I figured he must be close to cumming. I was ready to swallow his whole load, I have waited my entire life to swallow and here was my chance.

"OOOOO baby, I'm about to cum. I'm cummmmmmiiiinnnnnngggg."

I could not believe my ears; I actually made my father cum. I was so excited. I than noticed a wet feeling coming from my sex.

My Uncle must have noticed this as well. For it was now my turn to be attacked by an experienced tongue.

"Brooke darling, how about you lay down on the couch. You must be tired after that massive load," said my Uncle.

After I was lying down my Uncle slowly removed my shorts. He than placed his head on my stomach and with his hand fondling my ever so soft breasts as he kissed my belly button.

After his attack on my belly button he took off my white thongs, which were soaked with my sweet juices. He spread my legs apart, and gently rubbed my throbbing sex with his hand. He was gentle because he knew that no man had ever been there before. 

After what must have been centuries of rubbing with his hand he placed his mouth against my sex. I could not believe this was happening. I have heard about guys going down on girls before but never thought it felt this good. I started to get this strange feeling building up inside me, and it was only getting stronger with the passing minutes.

I felt his tongue move up and down and up again licking every inch of me. Then I felt something strange. His tongue parted my pussy lips and began to tongue fuck me. This was it I could not handle it anymore. I started to buck my hips up and down, and that only encouraged him further with his massive tongue.

Than he found it, the spot that I have heard about many times from friends. He touched my cunt in just the right way I knew I was close to cumming.

"OOOO my god Uncle Tom, that is it. Don't stop, OOOOOO. I am cummmmminnnnngggg."

After that great tongue fuck I was so tired. Unfortunately I did not make it after that. I fell asleep right there on the couch. But 'seduction 101' was not over yet, I still had the next movie night. I dreamt about the next Thursday night, and wondered what was in store for me. 

Seduction 101 chapter 2 will be out very soon!!!



Seduction



The following story took place in the mid 1980's. The people involved were born in the depression years and raised in a very conservative manner. During their mating and early marriage years Elvis and the Beatles emerged along with rock stars in satin pants, bra-less women, availability of hard core porn, swap parties and a generally permissive society.

Most of these events evolved during their "married with children" lives. They entered this time warp as very straight and sexually unsophisticated people and emerged from it as their children left home; to look around and see a new and different erotic world. Now still virile and strong and with more free time available, the cork was pulled from the bottle and the sex genie emerged in many delightful forms. 

Marg and her husband Nels lay on their sides teasing and tempting each other with words and touches. Marg's upper leg was raised over Nels hip deliciously spreading her pussy; her nipples brushing his chest; his cock between her legs. This was a new form of foreplay that allowed time to allow passions and lust to build instead of their more usual headlong rush to orgasm. They had discovered that talking about their secret fantasies and experiences during this foreplay, formerly taboo talk between them; could arouse them to a new level of pleasure.

After years of total fidelity they could now talk about engaging in sex with others. This usually centered on their group of friends with whom they partied on a weekly basis. All were in the same age and social bracket; their children no longer living at home. The parties were becoming increasingly daring and experimental. They played adult games and some were making references about swapping partners.

This night however Marg had a little different story to tell. She whispered, "I was bad today, do you want to hear what I did?" 

She felt his immediate excitement, a surge in his knob as it rubbed her slit. 

"This afternoon, Don (their son) came over for a swim and brought Johnny and Malcolm along. Malcolm has always seemed very shy but I have also noticed how he watches and sneaks peeks at my ass and tits. I brought some snacks out for them and Malcolm could barely keep his eyes off me. I let him have a good look. I was wearing my terry-cloth shorts and halter top and felt very horny." 

"After I returned to the kitchen he continued watching me through the window. I locked eyes with him just to let him know that I could read his thoughts. Don and Johnny got up and left in the car for some reason but Malcolm stayed and soon came into the kitchen and asked for a drink. I gave him a good show, bending and showing my tits and butt. My slit was wet at the thought of what I was doing to him."

Nels was breathing in short gasps, his hands caressing her cheeks, pulling them apart as he forced his knob into her slit. 

"Then what happened," he said in a strangled voice. 

Marg did not respond right away, but moved her hips back and forth, massaging his knob in her slit. He groaned a little.

"I could see he was hard, his cock was showing under the swim suit. I moved in front of him so that I could watch outside in case the boys returned. He was staring down at my breasts; my nipples were erect and poking through the soft cloth of my halter top. I looked up at him and ran the palm of my hand along his cock. He gasped my name but he did not move away as I stroked and rubbed his cock."

Nels rolled her to her back; her legs coming up around him and he drove his cock deep into her. His body tensed as he murmured "Damn baby, what happened next?" 

Margaret almost lost it, the vivid memory of stroking Malcolm's cock at the same time she was being fucked by Nels was almost too much to take. But she calmed herself again and relaxed while Nels slowed his pace wanting to hear more. 

Marg continued, "I pulled out the band of his swim suit and slipped my hand inside. His cock was sticking up along his belly and I ran my hand down the bottom of it, oh God. I traced a finger around the ridge of his big knob. I could feel it stiffen even more. My pussy was so wet at the thought of how it might feel in me. I just had to see it."

Nels moaned loudly, digging his knees into the bed as he began to fuck her desperately, his hands under her butt, pinching and squeezing her cheeks as he ground away in her. "Was he big?" 

Margaret hesitated, "Yes." 

Nels fucked furiously and then, "Big as me?" 

A longer hesitation as her heart pounded at this combination of erotic thought and physical sensation, "Yes, he was huge". 

Nels was inflamed with the mental image of his wife's hand around a hard young cock while he was screwing her. They fucked madly again before slowing down. He wanted to hear more and she wanted to tell him.

"He didn't move as I pulled his trunks down until his big cock sprung free, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. He moaned my name "Mrs. Holden." I had no idea where this was going but I couldn't stop." 

"I moved to his side and rubbed my tits against his chest and grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and stroked it with the other. I couldn't get my fingers around his cock it was so thick. It was wild, I was so horny, I thought about what it would feel like to have that big cock spreading my slit, God baby. Fuck me, fuck me!"

Marg's head bounced against the headboard as Nels banged her. Then they slowed once more to long slow stroking. 

Marg continued, "I wanted to go down on him but it was too late. He was starting to shake and his knees were bending and I knew he was coming. I moved in behind him and untied my halter and crushed my bare tits against his back. Reaching around him I grabbed his cock in both hands. He began to fuck my hands until he blew his load."

Marg cried out as she began her orgasm and Nels body jerked spasmodically as he erupted. He collapsed down on her, her pussy still trembling and convulsing, milking his cock as it began to soften before squeezing it out of her slit.

He rolled off of her to his side. She lay there with legs still spread and tits splayed each side of her body; eyes closed in exhaustion. She was a little nervous. She had been more detailed than she had planned to be. 

But he said, "God that was hot. Did you think of fucking him?" 

Margaret said, "Hmm yes, and I was imagining it was him fucking me just now and not you. I preferred not to do him without you knowing, but baby, if he had decided to fuck me, I doubt I could have or would have wanted to stop him. That was probably why I jerked him off."

Nels said, "Damn that was exciting, and it sure makes for good fucking between us!" They both laughed. 

Marg moved closer to her husband, kissing him on the neck while her hands stroked him. She whispered, "Do you want me to fuck him?" 

Nels did not respond immediately. This was a giant step in their relationship. There had been a time not too long ago when his wife would not have even used the word "fuck".

Finally he said, "Not yet baby. Let's play this along a bit and see where it goes. Take him to another level, but no pussy for him yet." 

Marg's nipples tightened at the words. 

A few nights later Marg stood drying herself with a soft towel after a long relaxing bath. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was pleased with her appearance. She had a few stretch marks but thought her body was quite presentable. She lifted her breasts up and smiled.

She pulled on a short white robe, fixed her hair and returned to the bedroom. Nels lay on the bed watching her as she approached, smiling at the new confidence she exuded. She was a beautiful woman. She bent and kissed him. His hand slipped inside the robe and fastened on a breast, his fingers rolling the nipple. She smiled and said, "Time for the phone call."

She sat on the bed with her back to the head-board and legs stretched in front of her as she dialed a number. A pause, "Hmmm hello Malcolm, thanks for being there." 

There was a little polite exchange between them and then she told him she was putting him on speaker phone because she was going to be busy with her hands. 

She and Nels had often carried out their version of phone sex while he was away on business and she had quite enjoyed it. Now she was about to practice it on this seemingly shy young man in the presence of her horny husband.

"Did you enjoy our little encounter the other day? I was terribly excited and probably did more than I should. You seemed to enjoy my efforts. I certainly had fun, did you?" 

"Oh Mrs. Holden, you know I did. I have been thinking of nothing else since it happened and how beautiful you looked, and how good you felt."

"Malcolm, it might be nicer if you called me Maggie when we chat like this. I was surprised that you did not touch me; you just sort of settled back and let me play. My nipples were hard. Did you notice? God, wish you were here to suck them right now."

"Ah God Maggie, I wanted to feel and suck them but I was afraid to do anything that might stop you."

Marg purred, "I just had a hot bath and am naked; my fingers are pulling my nipples and imagining that they are your fingers. Would love to feel your lips take each of them and lick and suck on them. Can you taste them Malcolm?"

Nels moved beside his wife now and lifted a tit to his mouth. 

Marg closed her eyes as her nipple disappeared into his mouth.

From Malcolm, "Ah God Maggie, fuck yes I want to suck them". 

"Did you not think of touching my pussy? I was so horny stroking your cock, my pussy was throbbing and my slit wet. I probably would have come with you if you had slipped your hand into my panties." 

There was a groan from Malcolm, followed by the sound of him jerking his cock which heightened the arousal of both Marg and Nels. 

"I did something special for you tonight. I shaved my pussy and fashioned a bikini cut. I was thinking of you as I trimmed away. I used a safety razor to make it smooth. First a little gel to soften the hairs, then cleared each side of my slit. I am looking at it now with my legs spread wide and running a finger along the side of my wet slit. I wish you could see it."

There were more frantic sounds from Malcolm.

"What are you doing? Do you have your cock out? Is it hard Malcolm? Are you thinking of putting it in my pussy?"

Nels moved down and stretched out between Marg's legs, his mouth kissed her inner thigh from the knee up towards her pussy. Marg's fingers made little circles around her clit.

Finally from Malcolm, "I am so fucking hard and jerking myself off."

Nels mouth was just brushing Marg's pussy; she could feel his hot breath as her fingers continued to circle her clit, now spreading her slit for his tongue. She arched her back and pushed her pussy towards his mouth. Her voice now strained, "Malcolm, would you like to taste my pussy." 

Nels tongue flicked out and rimmed her lightly; her tiny inner lips flared open in the shape of an "O" and trembled in anticipation like a flower in a breeze. Nels tongue tip poked into the "O" and Margaret moaned loudly.

"Malcolm, answer me, would you like to taste my pussy? Have you ever gone down on a woman? Ah damn, Malcolm!" Marg struggled as Nels pressed his tongue flat on her clit and rubbed it. But there were only groans and grunts from Malcolm and the sound of him hammering his cock.

Nels was between her legs on his knees the knob of his cock rubbing her wet slit. He fucked her with half his cock like a dip stick measuring oil in a car. Margaret arched her back up to pull it all in her while sliding to her back. She clamped her legs around his back. The only sound became the slapping of their bellies until they came.

The silence was now broken by heavy breathing from each end.

"Malcolm, are you still there, I am sorry that I lost it just then, I had to come. I had three fingers right up my pussy." 

In a strangled voice, "Oh boy Maggie, I just come too, I have thought of nothing else but you since that day." 

A pause, "Malcolm," Nels pushed up a bit from her and their eyes met and locked, "would you like to fuck me?" 

Malcolm whispered "yes, I want to fuck you." 

He smiled to himself. It was working again. In the past year he had fucked several married ladies in this age group. He was polite, acted innocent of life in general, managed to get close to them at critical times and surrendered to them when they made their move. His hard body and large cock no doubt added something to his attractiveness.

Later that week Marg was sipping wine beside the pool with her best friend Liz. She and Marg were largely responsible for the increasing amount of erotic play at their house parties. Both had become fascinated with the possibility of swinging and had introduced most of the games aimed at promoting unfettered sex. 

Liz was a tall willowy small breasted woman. She was a strawberry blond with very white freckled skin and exuded sex. She had designs on Nels and if nothing else came of the parties she and Marg hoped they could at least get to swap husbands. 

Marg related her experiences of the last few weeks and sensed Liz's arousal as the story unfolded. She recounted how she had asked Malcolm if he wanted to fuck her as she lay beside her husband. 

Liz was squirming and hot when she said, "You crazy woman! Have you decided whether you are going to fuck him?" 

Marg took a deep breath and said, "I already have." 

"My God, tell me was it good? Where and when did you do it? Does Nels know? Were you nervous when he fucked you?"

Marg shuddered and smiled, "Ah fuck it was wild and Nels knew all about it, that was the best part. He fucked me in our bedroom. We secretly taped it so Nels could watch me get laid. He and I have been playing it and fucking our brains out ever since. We might go blind soon. Do you want to see the clip?"

There was no need for Liz to answer but she gasped, "Damn yes, I want to see it". 

They raced into the house with Marg as desperate to watch it again as she was to show Liz. She had become a bit of a narcissist. They settled on a couch side by side in front of the TV.

The clip started with Marg in a robe leading Malcolm to the side of the bed. "We were both nervous, but I asked him to sit down on the bed." 

Marg dropped her robe to the floor and stood totally naked in front of Malcolm. She leaned ahead placing her hands on his shoulders. Her breasts dangled in his face. His hands were on her hips and then slipped around behind to her cheeks. He went right after her and licked underneath her tits while rubbing his rough cheeks against the soft skin. 

Liz reacted immediately to his onslaught and said, "He doesn't look too inexperienced to me." 

Margaret said, "He was very good and turned me totally on with his nipple play and look at his fingers now in my pussy. He was gentle and busy on the clit, and then rubbed my cunt lips together and then stroked the lips. Look at that big thick finger working its way into me. I almost come right there and believe me I still wanted to be fucked. He was good."

Liz whispered, "God he is a madman at your tits." 

Malcolm's mouth moved down her belly and kissed her hips and then her bush, sliding one hand up between her legs to part them. 

"I asked him to taste my slit." 

Malcolm held her hips steady as Margaret raised one foot up on the bed to spread her cunt open. He bent his head down to lick and suck her pussy. 

"Ah my God" said Liz. 

Both women were now lying back in a corner of the couch, legs spread in front of them caressing their own nipples and pussies while their eyes remained fastened on the TV. 

Malcolm stood and removed his tee shirt. Marg sat on the edge of the bed and unzipped his shorts pulling them to the floor along with his undershorts. 

Liz cried out, "God Marg he is huge, don't tell me he could get that in your pussy!" 

"I knew it would be a challenge but I had thought of nothing else since I jerked him off a few weeks ago." 

Marg rubbed her cheeks on the big cock while holding it in her hand. She kissed and stroked it and licked it like a cob of corn. She slapped it on her tongue before closing her lips around the knob. One hand went to his balls lifting them and caressing them, squeezing them gently. At her touch Malcolm grabbed her head and tried to sink his cock down her throat. 

"He tried to fuck my mouth, he was too big for that, so I quickly pulled off of it and stood up."

Both ladies now had their fingers in their slits, massaging their clits slowly and deliciously as they watched Malcolm lay back on the bed. His big cock was slightly bent and jutting up above his belly. The only sound in the room was the breathing of two enthralled women.

Marg whispered, "I wanted to mount him from above so that I could take control." 

Liz choked out, "Jesus baby, were you frightened at all? Were you nervous? You look determined."

"All I knew was that I wanted to feel that in me, and that I wanted to get fucked, there was nothing else on my mind".

Marg mounted Malcolm with her knees planted on each side of his torso. She hovered over the end of his cock moving her hips as she slowly lowered down on him. She used her hand to rub the big knob in her slit and began to take it in her. He rubbed her clit with his thumb. She began to fuck the knob slowly and then more actively. She settled down and most of his cock disappeared. 

"I asked him not to move but to let me get it in before he started fucking. But I could feel his shaft throbbing in me and I knew I would not have much time".

Liz was moaning now with three fingers right up her pussy. She removed them and pulled her panties off to be totally naked from the waist down. 

Marg followed suit and quickly pulled her panties off as well. It could not get any more erotic than this; two friends watching a video of one of them being laid by a young stud.

Malcolm's cock was totally buried now in Marg's pussy as she leaned ahead and braced herself with her hands on his shoulders. Her tits dangled in front of his face. He made short upward jabs each time Marg settled down on him. 

Marg said, "At this point I had almost all of him in me and I was more relaxed. I was ready now for more and began to fuck him with longer strokes. It felt so good with that big knob scouring all sides of my hole."

Liz could not take her eyes off of the TV. Malcolm grabbed Marg at the hips to hold her and he began to drive his cock up into her. She was just holding onto him as her tits bounced in all directions. 

Malcolm flipped her to her back and was on top of her between her legs and pounding her pussy relentlessly. Marg's legs were now extended up around his hips. His muscular butt strained as he took full control of matters. They both came with neither able to sustain the furious action. Their bodies jerked and thrashed for seconds before he collapsed down on her.

In a choked voice Liz said, "God baby, that was wild, how did you feel after that?" 

Marg was still fingering herself "I was exhausted. My pussy was numb and he was still slow fucking me. I was wondering who had seduced who. He was certainly quite expert for a young man. He was not finished and within seconds his cock hardened and he began to lengthen his stroke."

They watched in total fascination as the young stallion began to regain his composure with long slow strokes. He paused to rub his knob in her slit and then thrust it back in her now fully available cunt. He lifted himself to his knees and then raised one of Marg's legs to his shoulder and turned her to her side. There was a clear view of her pussy with cum oozing out around his cock. 

"I didn't know what he was doing. I presumed he would pull out after he came and that he was just enjoying the last few strokes. But his cock was getting harder and swelling up in my pussy like a dog's cock. His eyes bored into mine. There were no words but I could read his mind, "I'm going to fuck you again." I just let him use me, I loved it".




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"God I have never had such a workout. I was finished and afraid to get out of the bed. I wondered if I could stand upright let alone walk away. My pussy hurt!"

Liz and Marg turned to each other on the couch and smiled at their situation. They were naked below the waist with legs spread and fingers caressing their pussies. 

Liz asked, "Will you fuck him again?" 

Marg said, "I don't think so. There was no real tenderness. It was straight fucking without even a kiss. It was a blast and has turned Nels and me on to each other more than ever. That will be my only fling with Malcolm."

"Nels and I both want more fun though; we want to swing with another couple." 

She looked knowingly at Liz, "Nels wants it to be you and Paul. And so do I. Is there any chance?"

A pause and Liz said, "You know that I would love to fuck Nels and I am sure that Paul wants to bed you, but he is so cautious and careful and terribly straight, we will have to work on him." 

The two ladies were lying on the couch naked from the waist down and still fingering themselves. Their eyes were hooded with the scenes from the video clip still in their memories. 

Marg said, "If Nels walks in right now I will fuck his brains out."

Liz replied, "If he walks in right now you will only have seconds."



Seduction



When the events described here happened, I was 25 and renting an apartment with another girl my age. We became close friends, and over time, she started to let her little brother spend more and more time here. The kid made great company and was super cute, so having him around was more of a pleasure than a curse. Though he was a bit too young for me, being only 18, I wanted to fuck his brains out and fantasized about him nightly. Maybe it was because I hadn't had a boyfriend in a long time or maybe my dildo was just not enough for me anymore, either way, I desperately wanted this kid.

He was very cute, and being 18, had very much developed an adult body, though his face still retained a boyish glow. He was deliciously chubby, with broad shoulders, and had long, dark hair – something I adore on a man; he had the cutest smile and a good sense of humour beyond his age; basically, I was lusting after him like mad, and I wasn't shy about showing it. I'd dress more revealingly when he was around, showing off my ass in short shorts, letting him see my sizeable cleavage in low cut shirts, but he was too shy to show me he liked it. I could tell he stared at me, though, and even felt a bulge a few times when I hugged him too closely, but it seems like he was never daring enough to make a move. I was becoming more and more frustrated, both with him and sexually, and this is what caused me to take matters into my own hands when the perfect opportunity presented itself.

It happened when I came home one day to find him sitting on the couch with his laptop, presumably watching porn, and masturbating. I came in quietly, and he was on an angle, so didn't directly see me when I came in, so I finally got to perv at him at my will. He had kept his clothes on, but his cock was out, and when I saw it, I knew I had to do him now. It was huge, at least 7 inches but possibly more, and had to be as thick as my wrist. I needed to feel that inside me at all costs, and I could feel my pussy moistening just at the thought of it. I shut the door loudly in an effort to get his attention while turning around as to not scare him too much. I heard him instantly spin around and fumble about, presumably stuffing that huge cock back into his pants. I couldn't help myself,

"What were you just doing?"

"Nothing, just listening to music." He sounded nervous, his breathing still slightly irregular. Oh God I wanted him. I giggled a little and glanced at the bulge still visible through his pants,

"Oh, I know you were doing more than that," he caught me looking and blushed a little,

"No, I wasn't. What do you think I was doing?" Was he finally playing along? If he was, I'm not one to let a kid win.

"You had your dick out and were stroking it like mad, I saw you put it away as I came in."

"I wasn't! You're imagining things." I moved closer to him. He had no idea about my intentions, the kid was nervous as hell, but I was going to make it clear what I wanted.

"Is it big?" he didn't answer, but it was too late to turn back by that point. I leaned in closer to him still, close enough to hear his nervous breathing, and whispered right in his ear,

"I'd like to find out."

I pressed my lips against his ear and lowered my face, my lips never losing contact with his skin, then wetly kissed his neck, sucking the soft, young skin. My hand went to the bulge in his pants to find it still hard and feeling even bigger than I thought when I saw it at the door. I rubbed it and he did nothing to stop me, and seemed to be enjoying it. I unzipped his pants, still raising no protest from him and stroked it, with my little hand barely fitting all the way around his thickness. Who would've thought that a 18 year old with a cute face would be packing such a massive cock? 

He clearly loved the way I was stroking it, and I actually felt it get harder in my hand when I began to lower myself between his legs to face his cock, never breaking eye contact with him. He didn't say anything, but opened his mouth slightly in pleasure as I licked it from the base to the tip in one big, wet lick, then swirled my tongue around the head, getting it all wet with saliva. I then lowered my mouth over just the head and sucked while licking it inside my mouth, then tried to take more of him in, but this was painful and uncomfortable due to his enormous girth. I used my hand to stroke him at the same time, and began moving my mouth over his cock, sucking him fast and hard. He seemed to be getting more confident as he grabbed my hair and breathed heavier in pleasure, and he began to thrust into my mouth slightly, which I thought was adorable. I could taste his precum all through my mouth when I had to cut his pleasure short. I moved my mouth off his cock but continued stroking it as I said,

"Don't cum yet, I have bigger plans for you and me."

I helped him take his pants off and sat in his lap, careful not to crush his still raging erection.

"Why don't you help me take my shirt off?" I said with a bit of a giggle. 

He did so with incredible gentleness and trembling hands, and I took my bra off myself to reveal my big, soft boobs to him. 

"Do you think you could play with my nipples? It'll get me wet for you." He replied excitedly, without taking his eyes off my boobs,

"Yeah, I'd love to."

He grabbed them with his hands first, then pinched and rubbed my little, pink nipples and eventually took them in his mouth to lick, suck and kiss. My hands were in his hair and I was letting out little satisfied moans in no time, and even found myself lightly rubbing my pussy on his leg. I was definitely wet enough, even for a cock of his size.

I got off him and told him to take his shirt off, then proceeded to slowly, deliberately remove my shorts with my ass to him, giving him a view of my nicely shaped, soft ass cheeks and bending over to give him a peek at my pussy. When I turned around, I found that my desired effect had been achieved – his hand was on his cock and he was hard again and ready for me like I was ready for him. I got on top of him again, both of us naked this time, and kissed his neck more. He was obviously very horny now; he seemed to have lost his previous embarrassment and was frantically running his hands all over my body, my ass, my waist and my boobs, trying to feel me all over.

I reached between my legs and grabbed his cock, stroking it a few times before rubbing it on my pussy, getting it wet with my juices. His hands were kneading my ass, and his eyes closely fixated on my pussy as I began to slowly lower myself onto him. With just his head inside me, we both sharply inhaled; him from pleasure, me from his size. His cock is much bigger than my dildo, and I could feel it already stretching me to my limits. This was going to be amazing, but uncomfortable. I decided to get it over with in one go, and after putting my arms around him and pressing my body to his, I lowered myself onto him, taking his entire length in one go with a loud, pained moan.

"Just... just give me a minute..." I breathed into his ear.

I kissed him again as I let my pussy adjust to the large intrusion penetrating it. I soon began slowly moving up and down on his cock, keeping most of it inside me all the time, and eventually the discomfort faded and my pleasure built. His cock was so thick, rubbing just the right spots inside me, and I became wetter and moved faster on his cock. As though he instinctively knew what to do, he kept his hands firmly on my ass to help me ride him faster and began thrusting up into me. I moaned louder as we fucked harder and faster, the pleasure he brought me multiplying each second. His cock was so big, it filled me up completely. As my pleasure built, I began to ride him as fast as I could and moaned loudly, gripping his shoulders and neck with all my strength, my nails digging into him, and finally, release! My pussy tightened and my juices poured out over his balls as I whimpered with pleasure. His cock was all the way inside me, and my hot, wet, little pussy squeezed his cock so tightly that it was too much for him, and only moments after my own orgasm began, I felt spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum being pumped inside me. After what seemed like an eternity of otherworldly pleasure, we were left breathing heavily with our bodies pressed together, both completely satisfied.

His quickly softening cock slipped out of me, and I gave him one last sensual kiss before I left him to gather my clothes and go to the bathroom. I gave him a flirty wink as I closed the bathroom door, and he appeared to be making some move to clean up and get dressed. When I came out, he was gone already, but I knew that after the experience we just had, my 18 year old cutie would definitely be back for more.



Seduction



I was introduce to you at work about a year ago and the first day I saw you I thought wow he's hot, but then I hardly saw you after that working in different departments.

Well one work function I had spent a fair bit of the evening with you and knew then I wanted you. But events took hold and our paths departed again. Many months later I had reason to contact you and the flirting began... at times its felt like 2 steps forward then 5 steps back. Today I've decided it's time!

Wearing a black fitted pencil skirt and holdup stockings and a white blouse just slightly unbutton to reveal a bit of cleavage I totter my way in my black stilettos too your office, nervous yet excited, will you be there and will my plan work or will it backfire on me, my mouth dry as the nerves kick in the closer I get, yet I can feel my clit is moist as I'm excited at the thought.

I peer into your office most of the shutters are closed its fairly late in the day so most of the staff have gone, you're not there, a bit of relief sweeps over me, I figured you have also gone.

I go sit on your chair pondering... my mouth still so dry, there's some fruit on your desk, I nick a banana figured you won't mind. Leaning back on your chair swivelling slightly I catch a glimpse of you hovering obviously watching/thinking what am I'm doing in your office.

Now quickly I decide the moment is now, and rest my long legs up on your desk whilst still leaning back in your chair. I slowly play with the banana and stroke it pretending its your cock, running my fingers up and down the length of it, grasping it, turning myself on thinking its you and knowing your watching me I hoist my skirt up a little, just enough so that you can see the lacy tops of my stockings, running my fingers over the softness of the lace and then down towards my pussy, as I'm not wearing any panties, I can feel my lips are slightly swollen already.

I take the banana and slide it down the length of my pussy and then bring it too my mouth and taste, the banana skin doesn't taste too good, so I slowly peel the banana and remove the skin and hope the hardness doesn't squish too quickly. Putting the banana in my mouth I wet the tip of the ripe banana, take it deeper and deeper in my mouth and pull it out slowly.

I can feel my phone vibrating against my bosom, swapping hands with the banana I go answer the phone wondering who it is.

A girlfriend is calling and tells me she is on her way over to meet me. I tell her where I am in the building, soon she joins me and she has brought a friend with her. She introduces Lucy to me and tells me that this is her new girlfriend.

Liz my friend knows me pretty well and ask what am I up too, I have a devilish look about me. I smile and act all coy and mouth I'm being watched.

Liz being a bit of the exhibitionist decides she wants to join in. Soon she is kissing Lucy and running her fingers all over her body. 

I swivel on the chair and glance at what your doing, I get the feeling you don't know where too look first.

My mission can quickly fail at this point so I tell Liz to go in the room next door. A half undress Lucy leaves with Liz.

I can see them from where I am, but alas you cannot.

I watch as Liz begins to feel Lucy's pussy, knowing my clit so well I know exactly where to press and tease myself to bring me off slowly or hard.

Feeling my own clit, feeling the juice that's beginning to seep, when touching someone else's how different it feels the difference in size of her lips, her hole and wetness, it's strange feeling touching someone else clit, yet exciting as I know exactly how to turn her on. My fingers go deeper into her hole. Yet now I want to be licked.

Quickly I bring my thoughts back to you, glancing across you're gone, disappointment hits me, removing my legs I stride towards the door, just as I open you appear and close the door behind you.

I smile at you. No words are spoken I decide it is now or never. I go too kiss you, you're a little taken aback but too my relief go with the flow.

My hands run all over your shirt, feeling for your nipples, whilst heavily kissing you I pinch and flick at your nipples before ripping your shirt, I wanted you now.

You begin to grope at my butt, fast frantic breathing, I can feel your cock hardening against my body, my hand goes to explore for the first time, you groan slightly, I begin to undo your zip and button ready to expose your hard member.

I stop kissing you and start to move down your neck, my tongue licking you as I go, reaching your nipple I give it a hard suck and bite it slightly with my teeth, your member is now fully aroused in my hand, I cup your balls and squeeze then slightly, returning my hand to the base of your shaft, my mouth is moving so quickly yet softly down your body.

Soon my mouth reaches the top of your member, pre-cum is already expelled using spit from my mouth I take your hard cock and wetting you fully, I feel you throbbing against my hand as I wank you.

You place your hand in my hair and try and thrust me onto your cock (I soon put a stop too that) I just tease your helmet with my tongue I taste your salty juice, just so slowly sucking your helmet you throb between my lips.

I know you want too cum, so I build up a nice fast rhythm, you groan, you start to release your salty liquid and I swallow as quickly as I can catching my breath as I go.

You fall against the door frame a little overwhelmed, I step back and prop myself against the desk, by now my skirt is hoisted quite high and you can just see my stocking tops and shaven pussy.

I signal you to come here, you kiss me hard tasting some of your cum from my lips, your fingers feel inside my wet pussy, you start to rub my clit whilst thrusting your body against mine.

I want to cum but I'm delaying myself, I want this too last longer as I've waited so long.

Whilst kissing we stop now and again, the girls catch your attention, I glance over to what's occurring. I can tell your interested (TUTS!!! Ha-ha) grabbing your hand, I pull you to the chair and you rest between my legs on the chair.

Looking over we can see that they are both on the desk in a 69 position each have their heads buried in pussies.

I talk softly and nuzzle in your ear and tell you that it's Liz and that Lucy is my lesbian friend.

Lucy likes to wet her finger then feel the outline of a pussy really slow, simply strokes, watching your lips pink up, smelling the aroma of the juice, so slowly that it feels like its tickling you but not a ticklish tickle that makes you flinch, it's a nice tickling that only makes you want her too touch you more.

Totally relaxing she will then start to slightly part your lips and again slowly tease you, this time she will start to push a finger inside your hole, you want her to taste you.

When she is ready, she will start to place her tongue on your lips, wetting you and tasting you.

Feeling her tongue flick on your clit, you want more but she tease's her tongue darts about flicking around.

She can tell your becoming turned on by the moan you make and the simple wriggle or thrusting your are doing against her mouth, she will go deep inside your hole with her tongue and wiggle her tongue around, then moving towards your clit hood, just giving a couple of sucks to bring you near to cumming, before stopping and then going back to licking your hole.

She knows that by doing this she will really turn you on, she is in control and she will receive plenty of juice for her efforts.

She repeats the process of sucking your clit hood when she is ready, she gently pushes down on your pubic area thus pushing your clit hood out more and then she will bring you off too an intense orgasm, then quickly she will go and taste more of your juices.

Whilst I'm talking too you my fingers are resting on your thighs, stroking near too your groin area, your beginning to become turned on by listening and watching what's going on.

Getting up I say, let's give them some privacy I want your undivided attention now.

Leaving we drive too my house that is nearby. Little is said in the short drive.

But once inside my house you quickly grab hold of me, there is some intense urgency in the kisses; we stumble into the lounge whilst you're pulling at my clothes.

You're pretty much naked and hard as hell, sitting on the sofa, sitting astride you I slowly guide myself over your hard cock, slowly the tip of your cock enters me, gradually becoming accustomed to you, my hands resting on your knees I thrust on you.

Your hands rest around my waist supporting me as well as wandering over my body.

After a while, to give me deeper penetration I get off you and turn around and again ride you but this position takes a little more care and practise, you can't help but finger my ass.

You can tell I'm getting tired, and tell me to get on all fours, kneeling on the floor you beginning to fuck me hard from behind, rubbing on my clit, I'm totally soaked, rubbing faster on my clit you begin to make me cum.

You are still really hard, the evening is early and the fun has only just begun...



Seduction



Eric pulled his wife close to him and kissed her neck as she washed up the remaining dishes in the sink.

"Stop it, Eric. I'm busy," Beth responded.

He ignored her and started laying kisses across her shoulders.

"Eric! Come on, these dishes aren't going to wash themselves and Lord knows you aren't going to do them," Beth said in aggravation

"The dishes can wait. I'd like to make love to my wife," Eric argued.

Beth turned around and pushed him back. "Maybe if you helped out around the house a little bit more, I'd have more time to make love to you."

"That's not fair, Beth. I do help, but every time I even try to talk about sex, you constantly close up and refuse."

"Maybe if I was enough for you, things would be different but all you ever want to talk about is having some sort of threesome. I told you, I'm not interested," Beth said as she turned back to the dishes.

"Threesomes are supposed to be great for both people. I think you'd like it if you'd just open your mind," Eric argued just as a horn honked from the driveway.

"I'm not going to. Just go to your damn golf game, your friends are obviously waiting for you," Beth said angrily.

Eric gave up and walked out without another word.

Beth finished the dishes and started bath water. She added some bath oil and bubbles before lighting a few candles. She slipped out of her clothes and turned on some soft music. Just as she lowered her body into the slick, hot water, the doorbell rang.

She thought about just ignoring it but she knew it wouldn't go away on it's own. She grabbed her red silk robe from the hanger on the back of the door and started down the stairs.

"Ding-dong," the bell rang again.

"Coming," she hollered.

She looked through the peephole to find Eric's best friend, Mark, on the other side of the door. She pulled the robe closed over her cleavage and opened the door.

"Hey Mark," she smiled shyly.

"Hey Beth, did I get you out of the tub?" Mark said, stating the obvious.

"Well, yes. Eric is golfing with friends. Aren't you usually one of them?" Beth asked.

"Yeah, normally I do. I am doing some re-modeling at the house and Mark said I could stop by today and use some of his tools. I assumed he told you I was coming."

"Well, you should never assume that Eric will use either common sense or have any respect for me, but I won't hold it against you. You know where the tools are, I'll be in the bathtub, just holler if you need anything."

"Thanks Beth, you're the best."

Beth smiled, climbed the stairs, and slipped back into the sanctity of the bathwater.

Mark went out to the tool shed and scattered some of Eric's tools around, attempting to look like he'd been busy for a few minutes and then headed back to the house. He quietly climbed the stairs and stood for a few minutes outside the bedroom door, listening to the soft music and sloshing water coming from the master bath. He could hear a soft moaning and he smiled, knowing exactly what Beth was doing.

She was soaking in the tub, slowly rubbing her clit in circles. She was growing closer and closer to climax as erotic images flowed in her mind. The scene was almost always the same, a strange man was pleasuring her but she couldn't see his face, she was only certain that it wasn't Eric.

"Beth," Mark said quietly, almost in a whisper.

Beth looked up, she thought she'd heard something but after a few seconds of silence, she relaxed, closed her eyes, and allowed the pleasure of the moment to overcome her again. She smiled as she saw the face appear on her mystery man, it was Mark. The revelation shocked her but she continued to pleasure herself.

Mark stepped inside the bedroom, saw her bathrobe lying in the middle of the floor and noticed the bathroom door wide open. He stepped to it and smiled as he saw Beth, eyes closed, barely covered in bubbles before him.

"Oh Mark," she moaned softly.

He took a few steps back, out of her sightline, but still with a decent view of her body and spoke. "Beth," he said louder.

"Mark!" she called out in shock. 

"Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I was looking for a phillips head screwdriver, it's not in the tool box."

Beth thought for a moment and remembered that Eric had used it the day before to tighten something under the bathroom sink.

"Actually, I think it might be in here, under the sink. Just give me a second and I'll look."

"No, Beth, I don't want you to get out of the tub. I'll just use something else," Mark countered.

"Don't be silly. Eric left it up here. He never puts anything back where he got it, that's my job, right," she laughed.

"No, don't get out. I'll come in and get it. I'll close my eyes," Mark argued.

"That's silly Mark. You won't find much with your eyes closed. I'm covered in bubbles. You can come in."

An evil grin appeared on his face but he wiped it away before he stepped into her sightline. He looked away, staring toward the corner, and walked toward the cabinet. As soon as he opened the doors, he saw the screwdriver.

"Right where you said it would be," he said.

"Sorry it wasn't where it should have been," Beth said, "but living with Eric, I've gotten used to that."

"You seem to be a bit angry with him today. Is everything okay?" Mark asked.

"No worse than normal. We've just been fighting lately," Beth admitted.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Seems to be going around lately."

"Are you and Cathy having problems?"

"Cathy and I broke up," Mark announced out of the blue.

"When? Last I heard from Eric, you two were getting along great. He said you were thinking of looking for a ring."

"I don't know what happened. She said she didn't see a future with me and that was it," Mark lied.

"I'm so sorry," Beth said, sitting up, turning to him, and offering her hand as a sign of condolence, not paying attention to the bubbles sliding off of her chest. "She doesn't know what's she's letting go."

"And Eric doesn't know what he has," Mark responded, accepting her hand.

Beth looked down at her bare chest and quickly sank back under the water.

"We probably should continue this after my bath."

"Yeah," Mark agreed, shaking his head. "I noticed you have a loose door handle in the bedroom, I can fix that before I leave today if you want."

"That would be great Mark. If I wait for Eric, it'll take forever."

Mark picked up the screwdriver and walked out of the door.

Beth watched him walk away and immediately her mind wandered back to his naked image pleasuring her. Her fingers gently rubbed her clit in fast circles as he stood just steps outside the door listening to each soft moan and slosh of the water.

"Oh Mark, I've wanted you for so long," she softly purred. "Take me, take me now."

She was his for the taking; he knew that. He could have her right then but he had to bide his time. He couldn't fuck her today but he could watch. He stepped back into the room, softly, silently and watched as she pleasured her body. He stood there, staring and listening intently as she got closer and closer to orgasm, the sloshing of the water growing faster and faster as she plunged her fingers deeper and deeper inside of her pussy.

"Oh God, yes," she moaned as her body quivered in pleasure. "Oh God, Mark. Yesssss."

He stepped back out of the room, setting up the next surprise in her day. From the hallway, he heard her climb from the bath and pull the door to the bathroom closed. He listened for the sound of the hair dryer and when it came he dropped to his knees in the bedroom floor and began fixing the loose doorknob. He smiled at the robe discarded in the floor, she'd have no option but to come into the bedroom naked. He tried to concentrate on the doorknob as the hair dryer turned off and the door started to open. She stepped out and saw him almost immediately.

"Mark!" she said as she stood still in shock.

"Beth," he said in false shock, looking away. I heard the hair dryer. I thought you were dressed. "I'm so sorry."

She grabbed the robe and draped it in front of her as she struggled to put it on. 

"You don't have to apologize, it's a logical assumption that I'd be dressed. You are doing me a favor with that doorknob."

"Still, I should have told you I was out here."

"No harm, no foul. Not like you haven't seen a naked woman before," Beth said with a forced smile.

"You are incredible Beth, just incredible."

"Thank you," she smiled a more natural smile. "You are quite the man yourself."

"I wish Cathy had felt that way," Mark said softly.

"She didn't give you any sort of idea this was coming?" Beth asked as she approached him.

"None," he said, looking up at her. "I thought things were going great. I fell in love with her." 

Beth's heart melted. "Come here," she said, taking his hand and helping him to his feet.

She pulled him into a hug, pressing her breasts into his chest. "You are going to make some woman very happy some day Mark."

"Cathy was it for me; the greatest woman on Earth, next to you of course. Eric is one lucky man."

"Tell him that," Beth scoffed.

"I will," Mark said, taking Beth's chin in his hand and raising her face up so he could look in her eyes.

He looked so genuine in his feelings for her, Beth couldn't help but be both touched and aroused by his words. As he stared deeply into her eyes, she couldn't fight her desire. She raised herself up on tippie-toes and leaned in for a kiss. It was soft at first, barely happening, but quickly escalated into a passion and fire, clearly evident in both of them. Their tongues intertwined and explored each other's mouths, their hands quickly searched each others bodies, their minds clearly locked into each others thoughts. It was over as suddenly as it had started when Mark pulled away.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"No, I am," Beth countered. "I kissed you. I'm so sorry."

"We can't do this to Eric," Mark continued. "I have to go. Tell Eric I said thanks for the tools."

"Wait Mark, please, don't go," Beth called after him.

"I have to Beth, I can't stay here. I can't believe what just happened."

"Don't tell Eric, please. It was a mistake, we won't let it happen again," Beth pled.

"I won't. We won't talk about it, ever," Mark agreed, from the bottom of the stairs where he stood smiling. "I have to go."

Mark walked out of the house and drove away quickly. He wasn't even half a block away when he dialed his cell phone.

"Hello," Eric answered.

"Game, set, match, buddy. That went perfect." Mark said excitedly.

"She fell for it?" Eric answered.

"I could have had her today buddy. It went just like you said it would. She was in the tub, invited me in to get the screwdriver, accepted my offer to fix the doorknob. I didn't even have to initiate the kiss; she kissed me. She felt so bad about Cathy and me breaking up," Mark laughed.

"I knew she liked you, always has. It won't take us two weeks before me, you, Cathy, and Beth are having our little party."

"Way less than two weeks, buddy, way less. Trust me."

"How soon do you think we should start phase two?" Eric asked.

"The sooner the better. I could have your wife tied up and blindfolded tomorrow," Mark grinned.

"You are off Monday, right?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, is that when you want to do it?" Mark questioned.

"Definitely. I'll plan a half-day and leave after lunch. Be at the house seducing my wife by noon and I'll be home at one. We'll see just how anti-threesome she really is."

"Ding-dong", the doorbell rang at noon on Monday.

Beth answered it wearing a pink and white floral sundress to find Mark standing before her.

"Mark," she said in surprise.

"Can I come in?" he asked, his eyes searching the floor. "I think we need to talk."

"Of course," she said, moving to the side to allow him to pass.

She followed him into the living room and they both sat on the couch. 

"I can't stop thinking about what happened. I know we shouldn't have done it, but we can't just pretend it didn't happen," Mark began.

"I know," Beth agreed.

"I value your friendship so much and I don't want to have to avoid being in the same room with you."

"I would hate that," she agreed. "Especially with how much time you and Eric spend together. We need to put this behind us and try to get past it."

"I was hoping you would say that," Mark said. "We can chalk it up to the heat of the moment and get on with our friendship."

"I would love that," Beth said.

"I don't suppose Eric finished fixing that doorknob, did he?" Mark asked.

"You would suppose correctly, or not suppose, I suppose," she laughed. "Would you mind?"

"Not at all, I always finish what I start."

They walked up the stairs and Mark started to work on the doorknob.

"Crap, I forgot my oil. It was getting a little rusty so I brought something to lubricate it with, it's in my car," Mark said.

"I can grab it. Where is it?" Beth asked.

"Black bag, on the seat in the car."

Beth returned with the bag and plopped it down on the bed. She unzipped it to find scarves, handcuffs, blindfolds, sex toys, and the like.

"Whoa," she said.

Mark turned around.

"Wrong black bag," he said, forcing a blush. "I had to pick up some of my stuff from Cathy's today."

Beth tried to hide her interest and arousal at the sight of everything in the bag.

"I see," she said.

"I should have been more clear with what I asked for. The oil is in a smaller bag on the front seat."

"I'll get it," Beth volunteered.

"No, don't worry about it. I'm sure it'll be fine without it," Mark said as he put the finishing touches on the knob.

Beth couldn't take her eyes off the contents of the bag.

"Looks like you and Cathy were the adventurous kind," she managed to say.

"What? You and Eric aren't?" Mark asked before adding, "Just between friends."

"I'm afraid I'm not what Eric wants, he's too busy pining after other women and dreaming of ways to make me okay with that," Beth said as she sat down on the bed.

"That's crazy," Mark said. "Eric loves you. How could any man want anything more than what he has."

"All he talks about is bringing other women home for us to share," Beth admitted. "I'm not enough for him. Maybe if I had a bag like this, he'd change his mind."

"What kind of things have you guys tried? Has he tied you up? Blindfolded you? Introduced toys into sex?"

"None of that," Beth admitted. "I'm shy when it comes to that kind of stuff. The only thing I do is the occasionally dirty talk, and even that is pretty tame."

"I can't picture you as tame in bed, not after that kiss," Mark admitted.

"I thought we weren't going to talk about that again," Beth said, looking away.

"If us talking can help save your marriage, it's worth it to be a little uncomfortable, isn't it? I wish I could have done something to save my relationship with Cathy."

"You really think that there is anything I can do to help our marriage at this point? He's already looking in other places."

"Of course there is," Mark said, glancing to the alarm clock and seeing it read 12:30. "Let me just show you something, okay?"

Beth nodded and he pulled a blindfold from the bag and slipped it over her eyes.

"What are.." she began.

"Shhh," he stopped her. "Just remember how that kiss felt the other day and compare it to this."

He kissed her hard, passionately, lustfully. She responded in kind. Her hands immediately reached for his body and he pulled away.

"No hands," he said. "Concentrate on the kiss."

He went in again, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth as she kissed him with even more passion. Her hands found his hair. He pulled away and slipped the blindfold off of her eyes.

"Hard not to touch, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yeah, wow," she said. "Kissing has never felt like that before."

"It's sensory deprivation. If we take away your sight, your other senses are heightened. If we take away touch, the remaining ones get so much stronger."

He pulled two scarves from the bag and pointed to the bedposts.

"Do you want to try it?" he asked.

Her mind was screaming, telling her what a bad idea this was but her body wouldn't allow her to say no. She convinced herself that this was only an exercise to save her marriage and she nodded her head yes. She scooted to the top of the bed and lay back as he secured her wrists to the bedposts. He slipped the blindfold back over her head and looked at her a moment or two.

"I'm just going to kiss you," he said, "that's all."

She nodded and he started by gently placing kisses along her shoulders and neck, tracing a path up her neck an to her lips. By the time he reached her lips her mouth was so hungry for him, she almost devoured his tongue, sucking it into her mouth, batting at it with her own. She kissed him with so much fire and passion and lust. She wanted him more than she'd ever wanted another man in her whole life. He pulled away.

"How was that?" he asked.

"Amazing," she admitted. "I've never felt that way kissing any other man before, Mark."

"It's not me, Beth. It's the newness of the situation, the blindfold, the restraints, the vulnerability," he said as he removed the blindfold.

"Of course," Beth said.

"That's probably why Eric wants the threesome. He wants to add some adventure and spice things up a bit."

"I still can't imagine there being another person in our bed," Beth said.

"Twenty minutes ago could you imagine yourself being tied up and blindfolded?"

"Well, no."

"Here we are. Are you glad you tried it?" he asked.

"It's different Mark. I know you, I trust you, I'm..."

"What?" Mark asked.

"I'm attracted to you Mark. Sexually attracted. Maybe this is just so good because it's with you. I've wanted to kiss you for so long and after the other day, I just couldn't wait to do it again even though I knew that I couldn't. Maybe that's why all of this was so amazing."

Mark looked at the clock, 12:45.

"Wow, I didn't know you felt that way," he lied.

"I'm sorry. I never should have said it. Things are probably already so uncomfortable for you," Beth replied.

Mark reached up and put the blindfold back over her eyes. 

"Pretend I'm Eric," he said with a grin she couldn't see. "Make yourself believe these are his hands and his lips."

"I'll try," Beth agreed.

He started laying soft kisses on her shoulders again, making certain to leave no spot untouched. Nibbling on the neck, shoulders, and earlobes as he explored her with his mouth.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she replied.

He started exploring lower, sliding the straps of her sundress off of her shoulders and baring her breasts. He laid soft kisses over her breasts, circling each nipple in turn before gently sucking a nipple into his mouth and twirling his tongue around it. 

"Yes," she moaned.

Eric softly walked up the stairs and to his bedroom door, which stood wide open. He leaned against the doorframe and watched as his wife's body squirmed in pleasure as his best friend kissed and sucked on her breasts. He leaned forward and the floor creaked.

"What was that?" Beth said, jumping as much as she could while tied to the bedposts.

"Nothing," Mark assured her, glancing back and smiling at Eric. "Just relax. Concentrate on this being Eric's lips, his kisses against your breasts."

"If he could see me now," she said.

"What do you think he would think?" Mark asked as his hands massaged her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples.

Eric grinned at him and gave him the thumbs up sign.

"He'd never believe it. He thinks I'm such a prude for being against the idea of a threesome."

"You aren't a prude," Mark assured her as he motioned for Eric to get into his bag. "You just have to ease into new things."

"Like this," she agreed.

"Imagine if there was someone else here right now: Four hands and two mouths to explore your body and fulfill all of your desires. Tell me what you think that would be like," Mark said as Eric handing him a vibrator. "I'll keep myself busy down here." 




Seduction



Mark lifted her sundress up and she raised herself off the bed so he could slide it under her, he turned the vibrator on and ran it slowly up and down her legs.

"I don't know what it would be like," she admitted as she tried to concentrate on her words. "I guess it would be pretty amazing."

Mark moved to the side of her body, jostling the bed so Eric could join them unnoticed. Eric started to kiss her stomach as Mark traced the vibrator lightly over her clit through her panties.

"Oh, God," she moaned softly.

"You can be louder," Mark said. "I'll turn on some music to make you more comfortable."

She nodded and Eric reached for the alarm clock and turned on her favorite station.

Mark moved her panties to the side and Eric started kissing her stomach again. She called out as Mark started running the vibrator up and down her clit.

"Talk to Eric, tell him how much you like what he's doing," Mark suggested much to Eric's delight.

"It feels so good Eric," she whispered.

"Louder," Mark commanded. "Tell him what you want him to do to you."

Mark put more pressure on the vibrator, sending waves across her clit.

"Oh God, yes, it feels so good baby."

Mark pressed the tip of the vibrator lightly against her pussy lips and Eric gently licked across her clit.

"God yesss," she moaned louder.

"Tell Eric what you want, Beth. Do you want to be fucked with this toy?" Mark asked.

"Yesss, yess," she cried out.

"Tell him, Beth."

"I need it inside of me, Eric. Fuck me with it," she screamed out as he licked faster and faster across her clit.

Mark pushed it in deep, pulling it out and pushing it in again.

"Oh God yes, Eric, fuck me with it harder," she called out.

Eric looked up at Mark and grinned, rubbing her clit in fast circles as she writhed in pleasure.

"I need you Eric. I want to feel your cock inside of me," she begged.

"Go for it," Mark whispered to Eric under the music.

"No, she knows she's with you," Eric whispered back.

"Please baby, fuck me," she begged.

"Are you sure," Mark asked. "It's me, Mark, remember."

"Just fuck me, Mark. God, just fuck me," she begged.

Mark and Eric both climbed off the bed and stripped quickly of their clothes. Eric stood and watched as Mark tore her panties off and climbed up between her open legs.

"I need you so bad Mark. I need your cock in my pussy," she begged.

"She's so fucking tight," Eric whispered to him as he started to stroke his cock in anticipation of seeing her get fucked.

Mark aimed the head of his cock at her wet pussy lips and just gently pushed against them. Her pussy sucked the head of his cock inside and she moaned softly.

"Give it to me, Mark. Give me all of it," she called out.

He rammed into her hard. 

"Oh, God," he called out. "So fucking tight!"

"God, yes," she screamed out. "Fuck me Mark. Fuck me hard."

He grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders and started pumping into her fast and hard, his balls slapping against her ass. Eric reached for the vibrator and started running it across her clit, sending her into complete ecstasy.

"Oh, God, fuck yes," she screamed. "I'm gonna cum!"

Eric grabbed her nipple and tweaked it hard, just the way she liked it.

"Yes," she screamed! "Fuck me!"

Her body grew rigid and then started to shake as her pussy pulsated in orgasm.

"You like that baby? You like the way I fuck you?" Mark asked as he continued to pump into her hard and fast.

"Oh God, yes."

Eric bent down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, before moving up to her neck and eventually her mouth. He was kissing her hard and deep, something Mark could not have done from his position but she didn't notice. Mark slowed his fucking, making longer, slower strokes as she kissed Eric. Eric kissed up the side of her neck and to her earlobe.

Softly he whispered. "Still hate the idea of a threesome?"

"Eric?" she asked in shock as she struggled against the scarves.

Mark pulled out of her and crawled up the bed, kissing her as he pulled the blindfold off. She blinked until she was re-accustomed to the light and looked from one to the other.

"It's okay baby," Eric said.

"What the hell?" Beth said, still not understanding.

"Shh," Mark said, kissing her again. 

She struggled against the kiss at first but as Eric started to kiss her breasts and down her stomach, she stopped fighting it.

Eric slowly started to trace her clit with his tongue and her moans came out of her kiss with Mark. Mark pulled away from the kiss and his hands and mouth found her nipples.

"Tell Eric how it feels, tell him what you want Beth, talk to him like you were talking to me." Mark ordered.

"It feels so good baby," she obeyed.

Eric sucked her clit into his mouth and bit down gently.

"Oh God baby," she said.

Mark licked down her stomach and took over her clit while Eric started to dart his tongue in and out, deep into her pussy.

She cried out, "Oh God yes, fuck me with your tongue baby. Fuck me!"

"Do you want his cock, Beth? Tell him," Mark said.

"Yes, baby. Fuck me Eric, I need your cock," she begged.

Mark pulled away as Eric slammed his cock deep inside of her pussy.

"Oh God baby, I love the way you fuck me!" she screamed as he slammed deep inside of her.

"You like fucking us both, don't you Beth?" Eric asked as he fucked her the way he knew she liked it, hard and fast.

"Uh huh," she admitted.

"You like Mark's big cock?" Eric asked.

"Uh huh," she admitted again.

"You wanna suck his big cock?" Eric asked.

She didn't answer, she wanted to but it was her husband who was asking. Did he want her to say no?

"You can tell him, Beth. He wants to please you," Mark assured her.

"I want to watch you suck his big cock while I fuck you," Eric added. "You wanna suck that big cock, baby?"

"Yes, God, yes," she answered.

"Tell me, Beth. Tell me what you want," Mark said.

"I wanna suck your cock. Put your fucking cock in my mouth," she screamed out, finally able to let go of every inhibition.

She sucked his cock like a pro, long strokes, taking the head deep into her throat with every thrust as Eric fucked her hard and fast.

Eric could tell by the look on his face that it wouldn't take long for Mark to finish. 

"He's gonna cum in your mouth baby. You swallow Mark's cum while I fill your pussy up."

"Yes, baby," she managed between strokes.

She was so turned on by his words that she started sucking harder and faster, willing Mark to give her every last drop.

"Oh God, fuck," Mark said as he shot his load deep down her throat.

Beth and Eric reached climax together. Screaming out in unison as Mark watched with a huge grin. Eric collapsed on top of her.

"I love you so much baby," he said.

"I love you too baby," she replied.

"Well worth the effort," Mark added. "I can't wait to tell Cathy."

"Cathy?" Beth asked. "I thought you two broke up?"

"Nope, it was all part of the plan," Mark smiled.

"Plan?" Beth asked, still not truly understanding.

"The four of us, baby. Cathy is going to join in next time," Eric explained.

"You mean, you knew, and you knew he knew, and Cathy, Cathy knows?" Beth asked in shock.

Both Eric and Mark nodded and smiled.



Seduction



You move into a room which is secluded, a space where there are no prying eyes. I come to stand before you and gaze, deeply into YOUR eyes. I am drinking you in, savouring the love which I see there for me, giving you love, freely and reflected. Our eyes are locked together and still, but my hands are not. 

You keep your eyes fixed on me, but you can feel that I have run my hands down your arms, feeling the softness of your skin, then holding your hands in mine. I take your hands and place them on my hips. And there they remain. You are the solid walls, holding us together, holding us upright. You feel my hands move between our bodies. I release your belt (I am presuming that you are wearing pants this day). My fingers hold your pants tight as I release the stud which fastens your pants together. 

Then slowly, deliberately slowly to tease you, I move the zipper down, down down, until it is fully released. As I do so I can smell the strength of your arousal, I draw you in, delighting my nostrils with your scent, opening my mouth to the taste of you on the air, the hot air rising between us - that heady perfume of your heat. You shuffle your feet from side to side and I almost imagine that I can hear the slick lip-smacking as the wetness between your legs increases, as your pussy calls out to me. Still holding your eyes in mine, locked together, I ease your pants down across your hips and slide them down to the floor. Look at me! Look into my eyes. You cannot see what I am doing, you can only feel my hands upon you. And you feel me there. 

My hand cradles the sodden scrap of cloth which was your underwear. I squeeze your pussy with my hand, teasing you with one finger running deep under your body, pressing the material up between the drenched wetness of your lips. My hand moves higher again and slides under the band of your underwear. As I let my fingers dance downwards across the silky softness of your bare, naked olive skin I moan - this is almost too much for me to bear! I can feel the pain of my own arousal, my hardness straining against my jeans - but not yet. Do not look down! Look into my eyes. Feel what I am doing with you, for you, to you. Feel it and see the passion reflected in my eyes. You do not need to see - your body can read my fingers and the message of love which they are tracing across your silken flesh. 

I slide lower and as I begin to encounter the top of the folds of your delicious, beautiful pussy I also encounter the first hint, the first taste, the first feel of your amazing wetness. So slick! So much! It is as if you have already climaxed and this offering is being drawn upwards by my fingers. Quickly, I slide my finger down among the drenched folds of your exquisite pussy, wiggling side to side so that I contact all the folds, entice all the senses, tease you to a higher place of erotic delight. For a moment I remove my finger. The pleasure does not end there, but I take that finger which has plunged your pussy and bring it to my mouth, savouring your nectar, delighting in your earthy offering to me, licking that finger until all traces of your juices have been transferred to my mouth - and I drink you in. 

AAAAH - I delight in your savour. I lick my lips, so that not a drop is lost. All the while I am gazing into your eyes, gazing and drinking you in there also. My hand returns between our bodies and my finger returns to caress your pussy. As I had before I cradle your pussy in my hand, yet this time there is nothing between your flesh and mine, nothing but the rich sweetness of your juices. They gather in my cupped hand, I can feel them there. I want to bring my hand again to my mouth, to drink the juices which have pooled in my hand - but that would be to cruel - to remove my hand from your pussy would be to satisfy myself, but I am here to bring you to climax and to delight in you being aroused. 

So there I was, standing there, looking into your eyes. My eyes locked on yours. Your hands on my hips, holding me close. Perhaps they were even resting in such a way that they helped to hold you upright. It could be that you were beginning to have a little difficulty in standing, your knees beginning to weaken as your arousal increased. So there I am. My eyes fixed on yours. Your eyes fixed on mine. 

My hand between your legs, cupping your pussy, cradling you, with the palm of my hand against your soft bare mons and my fingers curling beneath. And your juices ... OH your juices, dripping through my fingers. As I move my fingers I feel them contact with your flesh, delighting in the touch of your bare skin. And as I move my fingers they slide across each other because your juices are dripping constantly now, flooding my hand!!! 

My fingers curl upwards and I begin to tease the entrance of your vagina. I run my longest finger back across your perineum then slide it forward, gradually increasing the upward pressure so that when it reaches your opening it immediately slides in, plunges upwards, my finger curling to match the shape of your flesh. I feel the walls of your vagina gripping my finger tightly. I slide my finger in then withdraw, but only for a moment -- I slide in once again and plunge deeper and deeper inside you.. With my fingers, my hand, with my whole body I feel you shudder and shake as I plumb your depths, plunge inside your sacred space, as my finger penetrates towards your womb and the core of your being. You are so wet, so open, so ready that I move another finger alongside the first. 

I feel the stretch of your vagina as my fingers, side by side, dive in harmony and consort, as they share the delight of the soft slick wetness, the tight palace of your pussy. And more While plunging within you with these two fingers, deeper and deeper, on and on, again and again, my thumb has moved to hover over your clitoris.. With each stroke I allow the ball of my thumb to touch, lightly at first, gently stroking and stroking, teasing your hard knob of pleasure. Keep your eyes on mine!! Look into my eyes. You are not to look down but only to feel what I am doing. You are to feel this and to sense all that comes through the movement of my hand and through the window of my eyes, locked on yours.

My fingers continue to thrust inside you and my thumb begins to move more firmly against you, rolling around so that with each stroke I trace a revolution around your clitoris, rolling you in my hand and sliding my palm across you so that the lips of your pussy, parted, penetrated, violated by my fingers -- that these lips slide across the palm and my hand is full of you and your juices. I look deep into your eyes and I can see that you are close. I hold you. I hold my hand against you. The movement of my fingers and my thumb and my palm matches the ragged bursts of your breathing. Then, with a suddenness which squeezes a cry from your lips you come to a climax. 

My hand is suddenly drenched with a torrent! My fingers can no longer move upstream. I hold your pussy firmly in my hand -- supporting you as you stagger and collapse against me. And our eyes are still locked together, yet now, as the fog of our climax begins to clear, I see the hint of a smile in the corner of your eye. You wink at me and lean forward, whispering into my ear a breathy "Thank you." 

Then returning to take my gaze again firmly in yours you look deeply into me. Boldly, brazenly, with your eyes on mine, with my hand still cradling your sopping pussy, you take one of your hands from your hip and squeeze my hard and throbbing penis through my dampened jeans. You look into my eyes and say -- "And now ...?"



Seduction



This poem is still under construction

Scene: 

I go to your apartment at 3:00, I know you'll be home from work soon so I start preparing because I want everything to be just right. I slice a few apples and spread a layer of peanut butter on each one. Then I chill some wine glasses in the freezer and place some ice and cherries in a bowl. At about 3:30 the sheets are turned down, the CD player is programmed and your bath water is running. When you step into the door, i step out of the kitchen and tell you to take a seat. 

Dialogue: 

How was your day chere? My boss pissed me off today. I'm sorry to hear that, how about I make it better? I pull your shoes and leggings off and start massaging your feet. Ummh, that feels good. As your muscles relax, I move up your leg, kneading and soothing as I rub. Your eyes are closed and your lips are fixed in a smile. I stop one I've massaged your knees. Your smile suddenly turns into a frown. Ohh and it was getting good! Ahh but it will get much better. Stay right here. You take your jacket and shirt off -leaving on your camisole and skirt. I bring the apples and Sprite, in the chilled wine glasses, and we switch places. I pull you closer to me as I feed you the apples. Erykah fills the room with "Stay" as I hand you your Sprite.

This is so relaxing and the candles are a nice touch, thanks bay. You kiss me softly and I lick your lips, your mouth opens as our tongues greet each other. Just as I'm about to suck your tongue I feel something cold on my chest. Oh! Look what I 've done, I've spilled my drink. The liquid is glistening on the curve of your breast so I taste the sweetness of the sprite and you, licking your breasts and your neck, while rubbing your thighs. Hmh! Ha, ha , no not yet, my love. So I lift you and pull you towards the bathroom. Oooh more candles, yes my sweet, I just want to see the glow of the candles on your skin. I slowly undress you and help you into the steaming water. I lay our head on a pillow and start massaging your shoulders, from there I rub your arms and then I decide that it s time to get you all clean. I lather the sponge up, gently lift your head and wash your neck and back. Rubbing in a circular motion I bring the sponge to the front of your body paying special attention to your valleys. Oooh, don t stop. Aww not here. I rinse you off and wrap you in a towel. 

As we reach the bedroom, I tell you to close your eyes. I towel you off teasing you of course getting you more excited. No peeking, I lay you on your stomach and start massaging your back and legs. Once all of your muscles are relaxed. I reach over for an ice cube. I put it in my mouth and everywhere my hands have touched my mouth and the ice follow. As the water hits your spine I hear you moan softly. I take another ice cube and trace the outline of your buttocks as my tongue travels the length of your legs. Once the ice has melted I decide to let you wait just a little longer for your pleasure. I take each of your toes and suck them gently. When I feel you trying to turn over I quickly move the length of my body over yours and lick the trails of my hand between your legs to feel the warmth of your love and tease your button. I dip one of my fingers on the outskirts of your crevice and rub it there. Oooh, I want more. So I slide my fingers in while teasing your clit and my tongue journeys from your butt to your back. Your hips start to move and I lick your back. Your hips start to move and I lick your ears and neck, needing to taste them. Suddenly I stop, wanting and needing to know if you are enjoying this as much as I am. Please, you say breathlessly. I don't want you to come yet. Turn over. You moan, but I don't' want you to stop. So I kiss you deeply, put my fingers back in you and start to move them in a circular motion. Oh bay that feels so good, don't' stop!

I continue to please you, alternating my mouth with yours and your nipples. I feel your muscles tighten and your legs start to shake. I stop again. No my love not yet. I move my hand and get out of the bed. I want you to stay here, don't move. I'll be right back. i go and get a Jell-O pudding cup and bring it back. Would you like some pudding? A smile comes to your face. I dip a finger in the pudding and place it near your mouth.....

"K, I really love all of this, but now it is time for me to return the seduction," I purr. Your eyes widen in surprise. "Well, well what do u have in mind, Chere?" u ask smiling. " I can show u better than I can tell u, Insatiable One," I whisper as I slide my moist tongue inside your ear. I take u by the hands and stand u in front of the bed. Then I remove your clothing piece by piece all the while staring at u seductively. 

Your beautiful brown eyes fill me with passion as I play in my head exactly what I plan to do to u. As I strip u bare, I give u a once-- make that a twice-over --and gently lay u in the same spot where I once was. I straddle u and begin kissing u passionately and tenderly all the while stroking your lovely face and running my fingers through your silky shoulder-length hair. Our tongues meet and my button becomes enlarged. "See what u do to me, bay?", I ask coyly. I kiss and lick your neck and then move down to your ample breasts to lick and suck each nipple. As I kiss and lick your smooth flesh, you run you fingers through my locs. "OOHH bay, that feels good," u whisper. "It gets better," I say assuredly. 

I move over your stomach and lick and kiss each spot tenderly. I love the touch, look and taste of your honey-golden skin. I have never touched anyone who was so soft. I lose myself in the moment, all the while straddling, humping and caressing your body. "So soft, so beautiful," I whisper breathlessly, getting more turned on but eager to give u as much pleasure as u have just given me. "Are u ready, my dear?" I ask as I notice the glistening moistness between your legs. "I was born ready, Chere!" you yell.

We both laugh hysterically. After the laughter subsides, I slide slowly down your body, all the while gazing into your eyes. Your gaze meets mine as u contemplate the sensations u are about to undertake. "Fasten your seat belt," I tease. You smile that gorgeous smile of yours and I think to myself, "I am really going to blow your mind lady..." I part your shapely legs and kiss and lick your inner thighs. "Let's see how insatiable u really are," I teased. I lower my head and nuzzled your soft hair. "The smell of u drives me wild," I say. I slowly lick and encircle your button with my tongue and u gasp in ecstacy. I, too, am moist and hot but I want to focus on u. As I begin to suck your clit, you spread your legs wider to allow me full access. "Your pleasure just turns me on more, ya know?" You hit the bed several times, unable to speak and I smile to myself. Your hips gyrate and your breathing quickens. You playfully start to move away from me and I pull u back. "Get back here, woman. I'm not through with u yet..." The finale is soon to come.

Keep wondering the seduction will continue soon!!!



Seduction



There were only three things I enjoyed at university. The drama club, Mister David Deekin and Stephanie Gordon's tits; actually that's four isn't it, if you include both of her tits, which I most certainly did? 

So I didn't last. I made it through the first year and a little way into the second, but that was it. I left. Mum and dad went absofuckinglutely ballistic. They tried to persuade me to go back, threatened to ground me, cut off my allowance, send me to Coventry and also, probably, looked into the possibility of having me flogged or hung drawn and quartered, fortunately that sort of sport has declined in London in recent years. I didn't care, well I did care for I badly needed the allowance, but there was no way I could go back.

It was the childishness of my fellow students and the way we were still really treated as kids that mainly got to me. I felt so much older than them all, other than Steph. I related much easier to the lecturers and even their wives in social situation than I did my fellow students, I hated having to continue studying and the typical night out, pints of beer in a grotty pub did little for me. So I was miserable, demotivated and unhappy. 

I tried to suffer it for a while but during the holidays at the end of the first year I tested the water with my parents.

"Thinking of leaving, what the hell you talking about," my dad almost screamed looking angrier than I'd ever seen him. Angrier that is other than during the first week of my hols when they came home early and found me in, shall we call it, a compromising position? Well I guess lying on a hammock in the garden, topless with the zip of my shorts undone in the arms of a naked aroused boy is compromising isn't it? So when I made my announcement I was already in everybody's bad books, especially mum's for I think she quite fancied the guy. After all the way she leered at him as he pulled his shorts and tee on was far from the disapproving look of a parent!

"You can't just bloodywell leave. It's bloody university not a tennis club, you know."

Mum joined in along the same lines but with more emphasis on what her golf and bridge club friends would think. I tried with her alone knowing that if she wanted to she could persuade dad to do anything; probably by rationing her favours with him, I always thought.

She was, well is, an amazingly attractive woman. She's only nineteen years older than me, so now and then we're taken for sisters, although as that's usually by waiters or men such as golf or tennis coaches or pool attendants when we're on holiday, I have my suspicions that they're may be a degree of flattery involved. And I'm by no means certain that the flattery doesn't sometimes work on my mum!

Anyway, whether their flattery works on them getting into her knickers or not, mine didn't work on persuading her to try to get at dad.

"I'm afraid he's totally made his mind up. You know how he so much wants you to have the education he didn't, there's no way he'll agree."

So that effectively ended that little plan. So, in late September there was I bowling down the M4 in my new MINI Cooper, going back to studying English, attending my sanity check, the drama club, seeing what would happen with Mr Deekins and learning more about Stephanie's tits.

*

I couldn't understand it. I had no comprehension. I just couldn't see why the other girls I hung out with during that first awful year thought a man of just over forty was ancient. 

"Far too old," one said "makes my skin crawl," said another, "can't see how any girl of our age could want a man old enough to be their dad," chimed in yet another. They all seemed to agree that older men that went with girls of our age must be some sort of perv and that the younger girls that went with them were, at the least, odd.

Sitting sprawled around in the flat I was renting with six or seven other female students I said nothing. I said nothing for even as they all talked about David Deekins I was almost wetting my pants for him.

He was a lecturer, in History actually, and one of the four or five who gave their time and services to the university drama club. That had become the only place in the entire uni where I felt comfortable and where I enjoyed myself; I hadn't got to know Steph very well at that time so the other place where I felt the same, in her arms, hadn't yet been experienced.

As we lay around drinking beer and smoking, Marlboros not dope, well mainly, so I'd said completely innocently.

"That David Deekin's really dreamy isn't he?"

To say the least no one agreed so I kept quiet. See the juvenile attitudes I had to contend with?

I'd somehow, probably because I had more time than anyone else for I hadn't bothered to start studying yet, given that I thought I wouldn't be returning, been elected the 2nd Year's Drama Club Representative, a bit like being a school prefect I suppose, but without the silly blazer I had to wear at school. All that meant was that I represented the 2nd year on the uni's Drama Club Council for university wide projects and acted as the gofer on events put on by the 2nd year. Largely that meant getting agreement on the plays we would produce at Christmas and end of the year and then liaising with the lecturer who would vet what we proposed and then help us produce it. And would you believe who I had to liaise with? You got it.

"You really want to do What the Butler Saw?" He asked offering me a cigarette.

"Yes we do?"

"Hmmm," David mused as I sat across his kitchen table from him almost quivering with excitement at being alone with him. "You're aware of its reputation?" he asked referring to the furore that greeted its staging in the late sixties when it was booed by some audiences and condemned by many critics as being obscene.

"Of course," I beamed, looking as coquettish as I could before adding softly in what I thought was a you can have me voice. "That's why we want to do it."

"What to shock?" He asked not seeming to realise my availability.

I explained that it was a lot more than to shock and with the seriousness that university applies to such topics we had an hour so discussion on the merits of Joe Orton's rather risqué play.

"Well I'll put it to the council, as I have to, but I can't see they'll turn it down so I guess you can carry on with the casting and all the other arrangements."

"Great, thank you er," I paused before saying. "David," as I stared rather intently at him. 

He held my gaze. He held it for just that second or two longer than was necessary. That very brief time that tells a girl so much; those moments when a woman feels that she knows what's going through the man's mind. 

Although, I'd only got one more notch on my gun handle of sexual conquests during that first year at uni I felt so much more a woman than I had when I arrived. Why? I'll tell you that soon, but I've given some clues already. Anyway with my new-found worldlywise womanliness I could tell. I knew now what men were after and how they went about getting it and so often that began with holding a girl's gaze for just that few seconds longer. And that's exactly what DD was doing right now. He was undressing me and thinking, 'would she?' He was imagining having me in his bed and considering, 'should I try?' He was fantasising about us having sex and contemplating. 'What if I try and she turns me down?'

As he was doing that and I was clearing up my papers I was trying to silently say. 'Yes.' Trying to convey to him that my answer to whatever he wanted from me was affirmative. Yes to can I see you, yes to can we go out and yes to can I kiss you, caress you, undress you and take you to bed. And of course yes to can I fuck you? 

But somehow, ten minutes later I was outside his house rather than in his bed with the door shut behind me and with none of those questions asked or answers given.

Most of the girls I was friendly with, and some of the guys come to that, were amazed at how close to us the lecturers and even the professors were. We'd all heard stories of affairs, quickies and one-night stands between students and the teaching staff, mainly female students but some men with female lecturers. Come to that there were stories of male students with male lecturers and girls with women who were on the uni staff. But then so what? That's life and in fact it was one of the few parts of college life that actually appealed to me, for that aspect did treat us as adults.

So that gave me some assurance that my fancying of Mister Deekins wouldn't necessarily end up as a finger job, alone in my bed.

He was married, but as his wife had some high-powered job in the Civil Service she lived in London and he went there most weekends, not all, though, I noticed, encouragingly.

"So you're not playing the female lead then, Geraldine something isn't it?" he asked as I leaned forward in the button up white blouse that hadn't really got enough buttons done up. I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Yes Barclay, the doctor's wife, I'm playing the secretary, Lisa Emery."

"Why's that?"

I looked at him and noted that as I did he turned his head away from where he'd obviously been staring at my chest. I smiled.

"Well you've read Joe's notes to the script haven't you?" I asked again leaning forward a little.

"Yes, yes of course I have," he replied, again looking away, out of the window.

"Then you'll know, won't you, that I don't quite have the build for that part?" I sat up straight pushing my breasts out and smiling as he laughed.

"Oh yes I see what you mean, she's supposed to be quite large in that area isn't she?"

I paused. I thought a moment. I actually considered taking my top off and making some smart-ass remark, but I didn't.

"Yes, not like my tiny ones," I said as a compromise.

David seemed to somewhat blurt out his reply as he stared at my chest. 

"Well they're not that tiny Sam."

"No I suppose not," I replied plucking up my courage and actually crossing my fingers as I, probably croaked, so nervous was I? "Some men prefer smaller don't they?

"Yes, yes they do."

I didn't have the nerve to say what I was thinking and that was to ask what he preferred. That, I felt would have been too much, too soon.

He went on. "So who's playing the wife?

"Stephanie Gordon," I told him.

Smiling he responded. "Oh well yes that makes sense."

I smiled back as I stared right at him, with my vampish look on my face.

"Well she has got the right equipment hasn't she........." I asked, pausing before adding softly, "David?"

He looked to me to be getting wonderfully flustered as I quite clearly verbally flirted and duelled with him.

"Er yes, yes, she has got, er um, er," he stumbled.

"Big tits," I blurted out.

"Well exactly."

On something of a roll I went on. "Do you like that David?"

"What?" he said sharply.

"Big tits?"

"I don't mind either?"

"What big or small?"

"Yes."

"Well you'll have the best of all worlds in the nude scenes won't you then?"

"Are you actually going to be naked in them?"

"Yes of course that's how the play was written wasn't it?"

"Yes but the scenes are in bed so there's hardly any bare flesh shown."

"But Joe's notes say that's what he wanted and the scenes were censored weren't they?

"Yes they were. Remember the play was first produced not long after the outcry about Lady Chatterly's lover; things were so much different then."

I was very aware of the situation then and how society's views had changed. I was also aware of what Joe Orton had wanted from the play, for I'd studied him at some length during my A levels.

"It's rumoured you know that he wanted the wife and the secretary to have a full on lesbian scene," I told him.

"Yes I've heard that and it is strongly implied in the script."

"Well we're going to do that?"

"No," he, almost, gasped.

"Well if Brookside, Emmerdale and Eastenders can have girl on girl kisses, we're sure Bristol can, can't we?"

"I suppose so, but maybe I should check first."

"You mean the university might censor it?"

"No not censor."

"Well what then?"

We discussed it for a while and he agreed that he wouldn't mention it but reserved the right to ask for changes if he felt it was out of character for the play.

I crossed my legs knowing full well that the short denim skirt would shoot up my thighs and I lit a ciggie as I mulled over what to say next. Sitting there with him in the kitchen of his house talking about sex had got to me, as I hoped and felt it would have done to him as well. Lifting my head and blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling caused my top to be stretched across my breasts and as I lowered my face I caught him again looking at my tits. 'It has got to him,' I thought, feeling pleased, but still unsure how to proceed for I'd never really tried to pull a guy before. But I knew that it had to be down to me to, at least, show him a very green light. It was just too risky for a member of the university to make all the running.

"Well David," I started hesitantly. "You could always have a preview of any of the scenes that you have a concern over. Shall we run through the script and decide them now?"

"How do you mean a preview?"

"A private showing, I suppose."

"What just us and Stephanie?"

"Yes, where she's in the scenes, but where she isn't it'll just have to be me, I suppose."

I moved round the table and sat next to him the one copy of the fairly dog-eared script in front of us. My leg was almost touching his and our shoulders brushed against the other several times as I turned over the pages.

"I guess this is the first scene you might need to preview," I told him opening the script. 

His eyes dropped to the script and I watched him read.

'Her hands slid the panties down her legs and she stood before the mirror naked. Her hands went to her small breasts and cupped them as she stared at her image in the mirror with such lurid thoughts going through her mind.'

"I'd forgotten that," he said croakily.

"I hadn't," I replied looking at him, our arms touching our faces close. I took the bull by the horns. "Would you like a preview of that scene David?"

He simply stared at me for a while. And then magically, just as it happens in the movies, our heads moved towards the other and we were kissing. As we broke for air I heard his magical reply.

"Yes Sammi, I rather think that I would like a preview."

And that's how my affair with Mr Deekins, a, nearly, forty year old lecturer began.

*

David had me first time on the sofa in his study. It was a leather Chesterfield, big and comfy but bloody cold on my bare skin. 

We didn't continue following the script of What the Butler Saw; that had served its purpose, it had got me where I wanted to be, in his arms, and it had got him where he wanted to be for some time, or so he told me later, in my knickers. 

I guess he was pretty used to students throwing themselves at him and I know that he was used to catching a few. He certainly caught me, for as we kissed he pulled me onto his lap, his hands easily finding my unfettered breasts through the front of my blouse several buttons of which had "mysteriously" come undone. I so wanted him, but it wasn't to be, well not right then at least.

"Sam, I don't want to do this," he said easing me off his lap.

"What? Why? What do you mean David?" I asked confused.

"It's very dangerous."

Standing just a few feet from him, my blouse still undone the right edge of it catching on my nipple, which was still hard, the left almost, but not quite covering my breast, I smiled as I said. 

"Mmmmm, yes deliciously so isn't it?"

He smiled as well. "You know what I mean."

"Yes I do, but you seem to like me and I like you," I said hating the words as they came out for they were so childlike.

"Yes that's as maybe Sam, but I'm married and I'm a lecturer at the college."

"You're also a man David and I'm a woman," I responded staring right into his eyes as I popped a Marlboro into my mouth, letting the blouse fall completely open as I leaned forward to light the cigarette from his match. He was staring quite unashamedly at my tits, but then I was quite unashamedly flashing them wasn't I?

"And a very attractive one at that Sam, but you don't know what you're letting yourself in for. It can be very complicated and messy"

"How do you mean?"

"If we have an affair?" were the stunning words he came back with. 

I hadn't really been thinking like that. An affair? That implied longer term didn't it? It meant a commitment; emotional as well as physical involvement; cheating and lying, going behind his wife's back and not telling my friends. None of that had occurred to me, I hadn't thought it through. I was thinking more of having a shag now and then than of the other consequences. But of course he was right; there were all these other things to consider, especially for him. This was grown up stuff, but then it's grown ups that have affairs isn't it? Kids have relationships. Now he'd said it though I wanted one, yes an affair would do me nicely, it would be right up my street to have a lover and to be a mistress. How decadent and wonderfully romantic was that? Very grown up indeed.

I was smiling, probably looking inane to David as I mulled all this over, the daft thought coming into my mind of. 'Could I now put mistress down as my occupation when asked on forms?.' 

"If David?" I asked taking a drag on the ciggy and looking intriguingly at him through the smoke. Unfortunately, the intrigue look on my face rather vanished for I had a coughing fit, not being that used to smoking. "I rather thought we'd sort of started," I went on placing my hand on my hip opening my blouse right up as I did.

"Well yes, er, yes we have sort of."

"Well?" I asked holding the, what I thought was an incredibly sexy pose, of one hand on my hip, the other holding the fag, real Marlene Dietrich stuff!!

"Look Sam, I can't lie to you and make out I don't do things like that, that I haven't had flings before and probably will in the future. I have. But I am married and that's important to me as is my job. If an affair with a student became known I'd probably lose both. That's a big, big risk."

"So it mustn't come out then, must it?" I said simply and I hoped meaningfully and sincerely. Smiling I added. "I won't tell anyone if you don't," as I moved closer to him.

As I stood there, no more than a meter or so from this attractive forty-year old man, I felt so excited. As I offered myself to him, as I sort of flaunted my body at him, flashed my bare breasts at him and as, effectively, I seduced him I have to admit, I felt great. It really was an amazing turn on to. Inexplicable and completely outside my experience, it gave me such strong sensations to be doing something that I'd always previously sort of frowned on and had thought was something I'd never do. To be putting myself on a platter and basically saying to a guy, 'you can have me' was so far outside my moral code, if they're the right words, that in an odd way it became acceptable. Not just acceptable, but also arousing, stimulating, challenging and somehow empowering. I felt powerful and for the first time in my sexual life, in charge. I was directing proceedings, making things happen, doing what I wanted; I was, I suppose, using terms I hardly knew the full meaning of, dominating him as he became my submissive.

My eyes not leaving his for a second I slipped the blouse off and gently let it fall to the floor. I placed my hands on my breasts as I closed the space between us and stood looking down at him sitting on the high backed chair his legs, in the corduroy trousers so popular with uni lecturers, slightly open. Caressing my boobs I stood so that my knees were touching his. He didn't say a word so I decided silence was the best policy. 




Seduction



I'd purposefully worn a skirt; after all I had good legs, they were nicely tanned and a bit of bare flesh never hurt a seduction I'd always been told.

With a confidence I didn't know I had and a sensuousness I'd learned there and then I slid myself onto his lap. My legs were parted, the skirt was pussy high, my breasts were bare and my face was inches from his as I straddled his loins facing him.

"So Misterr Deekins," I whispered pinching both of my nipples.

"So Samantha?" he croaked back leaning forward and kissing me gently on each cheek.

"Do you think?" I asked between us grinding our mouths together and shoving our tongues into the other's throats. "This sort of constitutes the start of an affair?"

"I'll have to think deeply about that and perhaps check the rule books, but yes I think there's good chance it does," he smiled back as he took the hem of my denim skirt and rolled it up even further so it was bunched around my waist.

I opened his Ralph Lauren shirt and ran my fingers all over his nice chest. He was slightly tanned, quite, but not overly, muscular or hairy and really looked lovely sitting there as I peeled the shirt from him. 

I leaned forward and started kissing and licking his chest. He put his hands under my bottom and lifted me nearer to him. I slid my fingers inside the waist of his trousers. He slipped his under the mini skirt and into my panties. I touched his erection just as he ran his fingers along the lips of my pussy.

"Oh God Sam," he moaned lifting me off his knees and standing us up.

I panicked thinking. 'Here we go again,' but it was ok. He pulled me into his arms. My breasts were crushed against his lovely chest and his gorgeous erection made a wonderful dent right up my tummy. He struggled my skirt undone and with just a little help from me slid it down my legs and off so I stood in his arms in just my blue thong and brown, sling back shoes. He pushed me backwards manoeuvring me towards the big, green leather Chesterfield that he gently laid me on.

It was smooth and a little cold but that didn't matter, nothing mattered other than Mister Deekins and me; at that moment he was my entire world and, I hoped, I was his. As he stood beside the sofa looking down at me his fingers fiddling with his belt and zip, it looked very much as if I was just that.

I went to remove my panties as I thought that was the appropriate thing to do. I was playing things by ear for I hadn't been here before and had no idea what was expected of me; I hadn't played the game so I didn't know the rules, how could I?

"No," he said a little sharply as he slipped his trousers down his legs, considerately removing his socks at the same time. "Leave them on for me Sammi, they look so good."

He had an assurance I'd never seen in a man I'd made love with, but then as that was only three it wasn't much of a sample was it; certainly not statistically significant enough for Mori or Gallup? But the confident and unabashed way he slid his boxers down and completely bared himself to me really was something. I liked it, I liked how he'd now taken control, that he was leading the way and directing the action. Yes I felt better now that Mister Deekins was dominant, for that let me play my more natural role, a submissive.

He really did look absolutely gorgeous as he as good as posed in front of me for a moment or two. I'd learned that I liked the look of naked men; especially naked, erect men; especially naked, erect men who are about to make love to me and most especially this one for he was now kneeling on the sofa kissing me. I felt so special; I felt wanted, needed, adored and very, very feminine indeed as the naked, rampantly erect lecturer, kissed me, stroked my body and whispered lovely little nothings into my breasts; yes he seemed to speak into them, not my ears.

Now was evidently the time for my knickers removal. As he kissed me he started pulling on them, I raised myself to help him by putting both arms round his neck and using that to lift my bum from the sofa; my skin stuck to the leather for a moment or two and then came away as if my skin was peeling. 

But then I was wonderfully naked in his arms. I felt great, it was what I wanted, what I needed and what my body had so strongly been craving for so long now; to be naked crushed against DD with him about to make love to me.

I wanted to, but somehow didn't have the confidence to take his manhood in my hands. It didn't seem right, somehow. Silly I know but that's how I was then.

I was lying on the sofa one leg stretched along that the other bent with my foot on the floor. David was lying between my opened legs, his arms around me as our mouths deep kissed and tongued each other. His cock was pressed right into my stomach the base of it squashed against my pubic bone. My arms were round him running up and down his back, his were squeezing my breasts and bum at the same time. Absolute heaven!

He wiggled, he slid down me a little, he propped himself up and, impressing me enormously, he slid a condom on one handed. We went back to the position we'd just been in, well almost. He was still between my opened legs, his hands were still all over my bum and boobs, I was still stroking his back and our mouths were still clamped together. But now his cock wasn't on my stomach, it wasn't making that large indentation in my softness and its base wasn't pressing on my pubic area. No, now it was between my thighs, now it was beneath my stomach, yes now the tip of it was nuzzling right against my lips that I was sure were opening of their own accord to give this most welcome visitor a rousing welcome.

He raised himself a little so that we were looking at each other.

"I want you so much Sam, I didn't realise it."

I smiled with pleasure. "I want you as well David," adding as I held his gaze. "But I did realise it."

He laughed and kissed me. 

"Actually I did realise it, but I put it out of my mind. It's dangerous and I didn't think you'd want an old sod like me."

"Oh David," I sighed pulling his face to mine and kissing him passionately and adding. "Have me David, please take me."

With that, he buried his face in my long blonde hair, grabbed my bum with both hands and eased himself forwards so his cock opened those lips that had been waiting wet and ajar precisely for this.

Can there be a better sensation than that of a hard cock slipping up your waiting pussy? I doubt it. It's simply awesome, wicked, magical and just fucking fantastic. There are so many associated feelings, both physically and emotionally, that I'd like to describe, but cannot form the words and phrases to explain.

Once in me he didn't move for a while. He went as far up me as he could go, held me tight, kissed me and held his cock rigid. It was a nice feeling and one I hadn't experienced before. 

"God you feel fucking fantastic Sam."

"Oh mmmmm" was all I could muster as a reply being so full of emotions, as well as his dick.

"So tight it's as if you are gripping me" he went on eventually starting to move.

My cunt seemed to explode with sensations as he slid up and down inside me. Every little nerve end inside that ultra-sensitive passageway seemed to be stimulated as he thrust in and then slid almost out. He was at such an angle that as well as thrilling my insides he was also putting pressure in my clit. The combination was awesome.

"Oh David yes" I groaned holding him very tightly and running my hands up and down his back.

"Good?" He grunted with his mouth half-full of my breast.

"It's wonderful, marvellous."

He started moving faster. Thrusting deeply up me then almost removing it before surging back in. He did that quickly then much more slowly. He varied everything as he hands roamed my body.

I started to cum and sensing that he slowed down, as I then did. He seemed able to sense my every move and need. It was beautiful.

Then I felt his hand on the back of my leg.

"Put it round me" he moaned.

I didn't get what he meant. "Huh?"

He pulled my leg up and I understood. Now feeling extraordinarily grown up, I wrapped my legs round his waist and crossed my ankles at the back. He thrust harder and the deeper penetration sent a surge of extra strong feelings through me. I grunted.

"You ready Sam?" He asked as he slid in and out a little faster,

"Yes David, oh yes, yes yes" I moaned, my eyes closed, mouth wide open fighting for breath as my orgasm burst and he shot into the condom.



We only did it once that afternoon, but then after that we only did it once most afternoons, up until I left a few months later. That was plenty for me. 

I loved being 'looked after' regularly; it's a most interesting feeling. No wondering where the next shags coming from, no looking at men who stare or chat you up and wondering whether they fancy me and no frustration at all, for your body doesn't go long enough without sexual stimulations for it to build up. A bit like being married I guess, but without the hassle.

I suppose we fell in love in a way. We both knew there was no future and although David had secured a new job in London we knew we'd never be true partners. I didn't mind at all, after all having a lover and being a mistress is far cooler than being together, I think. Although I felt no sorrow for his cheated wife I didn't want to break anything up, not that he'd have wanted me to in any case. Also, although I find older men more interesting and enthralling and, without doubt from my perspective, they're far better lovers, I had no desire to have one as a long term partner; a twenty year difference at eighteen is one thing, two decades between a couple at forty and sixty is quite another.

So the inevitable pillow talk between us on those long, lazy sex filled afternoons and evenings wasn't maudlin and messy. It didn't dwell on the future and what will happen to us. It didn't concern itself with her and how we'd cheat on her and see each other once he moved to London and it didn't discuss our relationship through rose tinted glasses. No both of us recognised it for what it was. An older man having a fling with a young bird and an impressionable young woman giving vent to her yen for older men, To say that it was just sex was an overstatement, just about. Sex was of course the prime motivator but there was something else as well. Whether it was love or a derivative of that who knows? We cared and felt for each other and wanted to be together but we both recognised the restrictions our ages and situations placed on us and were relaxed living within them.

So basically we fucked each other when we could and thought sod the future.



Seduction



Have you ever noticed how, in movies, when one of the main love interests sees the other for the first time, the Universe seems to align perfectly? As though nothing else ever had, or ever would again, matter. I used to think that that was complete bullshit. 

My life changed in a sex shop. Yes, you read that correctly. 

It was a normal Tuesday for me. I was browsing the newest selections, eyeing a practical yet intricate paddle, when I saw him. Looking back now, I realize that he was standing under a display light, but my breath caught in my throat when I saw the lad surrounded by a heavenly glow. His small, jean-clad ass wiggling in time to the music being played over the intercom. He was holding a collar, comparing the price to another hanging on the shelf in front of him. 

Now, please understand, I have never considered myself anything other than a straight man. I've always found women to be quite attractive, the sway of their hips, the fullness of their breasts. I love women. But this boy, at least twenty years my junior, his shaggy brown hair partially hiding his angular face... I had to fight to keep my jaw from falling. 

After several moments, I composed myself and continued browsing. I watched the boy out of the corner of my eye, and when he finally made his way up to the checkout, I hastily grabbed something off the shelf and followed him. 

The boy had a large order, it seemed. Probably discovering a new kink, I smiled to myself. All the while I stared at his wonderful behind as he shifted from foot to foot. 

'I'm sorry, sir. Your card's being declined,' the cashier said, pulling me out of my stupor. I listened closely. 

'What? No.. I just put money in the bank yesterday!' the boy exclaimed. 'Won't you try again? Please?'

The cashier sighed, rolling her eyes before swiping his card again. Again, the machine declined it. 

'Shit,' he cursed. 'Alright.. I'll have to go see what's wrong, there.'

I could barely keep myself composed as I stepped forward. 'If you wouldn't mind,' I said, smiling, 'I hate to see someone deprived of such fun toys. Add it to my purchase, please,' I told the cashier. She looked to the boy for his approval. 

'Oh, no, sir. Really, that's kind,' he stammered, 'but I couldn't.. You shouldn't-'

'Nonsense,' I chuckled. 'Now, you can either take these things as a gift, or I'll just take them home with me. What will it be?'

He stared at me, unbelieving, face turning adorably scarlet. 'Well...'

'That'll be eighty-four dollars and thirty nine cents,' the cashier said to me. I silently cursed her for interrupting the lad. 

Collecting my bags, I motioned to him the walk with me. Approaching my car, I sat the nondescript bags on my trunk, rummaging through them for the nonsense items I'd picked up. Making sure he wasn't watching, I also pocketed the leash and collar set I had seen the boy holding earlier. I handed him the rest of his things. 

'I'm still not sure about this,' he told me, looking sheepish. 

'If you're so keen on paying for your things,' I replied quickly, formulating a plan in my mind, 'then why don't we exchange information, and you can pay me back when you get things sorted out with your bank?'

'That would be great,' he said, visibly relieved. 'My name's Devon. Do you have a pen and paper?'

I walked around my car, opening the driver side door, leaned across the console and fished a notepad and pen from the glovebox. He scrawled his name and phone number down quickly, and I jotted down my information for him, as well. 

'It was nice to meet you, Devon,' I told him, motioning to leave. 

'You, as well, sir.'

'Please. Call me Tom.'

'Alright. Thank you again, sir- Tom.'

'My pleasure,' I told the lad, slipping into my car. Watching him walk away, I whispered to myself, 'my pleasure, indeed.'

**

I gave it two excruciatingly long days before calling Devon. Feigning confusion, I left him a voicemail. 

'Hello, Devon. This is Tom, your Good Samaritan from Tuesday. I haven't heard from you yet, so figured I'd give you a call. I think I forgot to give you one of your things.. Would you like to swing by my home later this afternoon to pick it up? My address is with the rest of the information I gave you.'

Hanging up, I sat at my kitchen table, placing my head in my hands. 

'Thomas, you old pervert, what have you gotten yourself into?' I said aloud to myself. 'I suppose it doesn't have to go any further... It could very well have been a mistake. He can come by, pick up his things, give me my money, and I'll never see him again. I can put this all behind me,' I told myself firmly, knowing very well that things would not be so simple. 

**

For the next few hours, I busied myself with housework, trying to make my home look presentable. I had gotten so absorbed in my cleaning that by the time the doorbell rang, I had almost forgotten that I was expecting company. 

I ran my hand through my short salt and pepper hair, cursing under my breath. I tossed a glance towards the mirror, deciding I looked fine, and answered the door. 

'Devon, hello,' I said, pretending to be nonchalant. 'Won't you come in?'

'Thanks,' he replied, stepping over the doorstep and into my front hall. 

'Just leave your shoes here,' I said, gaining confidence as I walked towards the kitchen. Nodding towards the living room, I said, 'Make yourself at home. I'll be out in a moment; would you like a drink?'

'A water would be great,' came the reply. I allowed myself a quick victorious grin. 

Shortly after, I brought out two glasses of water, the leash and collar combo tucked neatly into my back pocket, out of sight under my large grey sweater. 

I placed his water in front of him on the coffee table, choosing to sit across from him. 

'I don't believe we got properly acquainted on Tuesday, though, I have to say... You can learn quite a bit about someone by their choice in sex toys,' I told him, getting right to the point. 

Devon blushed. 'Oh? And what.. What can you tell about me?' 

I smiled, glad he'd taken my bait. 'Let's see.' I leaned back in my chair. 'I would have to say that you're quite the reserved, artistic type. But I could tell that by just looking at you.' Devon laughed nervously. 

'How old are you, Devon?' I asked. 

'Nineteen, sir,' he replied. 

'Now, Devon, we've been over this,' I playfully chastised him. 'Call me Tom. Now, let's see here.. I bet I'm about your father's age. Forty three.'

'Two years older, sir- Tom,' he quickly corrected himself. 

'Ahh. Yes. So, you'd probably like your items back,' I said, trying to tell myself that nothing would happen between myself and this beautiful young man. 

'Oh! I'm sure you're busy, yes. I've had a nice visit, though. You're.. Very kind,' he added. I looked at him as he glanced towards his feet. Was the boy blushing? 

'Oh, fuck it,' I thought to myself, sitting forward. 'Devon,' I said slowly, as though tasting the letters rolling off my tongue. 'You're a good looking young man. Surely you must have a girlfriend you've bought all those toys for,' I inquired. 

Still studying his feet, Devon remained quiet for a moment. Then, so quiet I almost missed it, 'No, sir.'

'No? Why on Earth did you buy them, then?' I asked him, feeling a stir in my loins. 

'I.. Well, I'm gay, sir.'

My mouth opened to reply, but nothing came out. I stood, walking to the kitchen to compose myself. Here was a perfectly beautiful young man, sitting in my living room, waiting for me to give him a sex toy that I bought him- and he's told me that he's gay. I lean over the sink, trying to compose myself. 

'Tom?' I heard behind me. I whirled around. 

'I think I should go.. You can just keep the collar, it's no big deal,' he half-whispered, staring at my feet. Taking a breath, I smiled, managing to get my voice working again. 

'No, no. Please, stay. I was just.. Taken aback, is all. Nothing to worry about,' I chirped, ushering him back to the living room. As I walked, I removed the leash and collar from my back pocket, opening the clasp. 

'You're a good lad,' I told him. 'Quiet, good manners. I like that.'

'Thank you sir.'

I grabbed Devon's arm, letting my rational self melt away. 

'Sir?'

'Devon, I told you to call me Tom,' I said, a hint of warning in my voice. 

'Yes, right, sorry!' He replied, still facing away from me, cringing slightly. 

Quickly, before I changed my mind, I let go of his arm and threw the leather collar around his neck. He gasped as I cinched the clasp. 

'What are you-'

'Quiet,' I growled. He immediately quieted. 

Taking a deep breath, I clipped the matching leash to the collar around the boy's neck, leading him towards my couch. 

'Sit,' I barked. Devon sat. 

I grabbed his chin, pulling his face upwards, forcing him to look me in the eye for the first time. My breath caught in my throat. Fuck, was he beautiful! Wide, questioning blue eyes, bordering on violet really, searching mine for any hint of the mild mannered man I had been moments ago. His nose was small and upturned, feminine, and his lips were large and full. I licked my lips and sat beside him. 

'You will not like this, physically. But somewhere in there,' I tapped his forehead, 'is a slut waiting to perform.' His eyes widened in shock. 

'Sir... Please...'

'Enough! I told you, my name is Tom. But since you can't remember that, apparently I need to teach you that lesson, first.' I tugged on his leash, the black collar digging into his pale skin. Placing my hand on his back, I forced him to lay over my lap, on his stomach. 

I clawed at his jeans, pulling them down over his beautiful ass, inhaling sharply. Small goosebumps were beginning to form on the boy's bare bottom. I placed my hand on his skin, gently, letting him get used to the feeling. Then, without warning- SMACK! His cry resounded through my entire house. 

'Shut up,' I hissed. I grabbed a wad of Kleenex from the box on the coffee table and crammed his mouth full of it, effectively muffling him. I slapped his ass again, savouring the quieted yelp and small jump he gave. 

Eight more times, I slapped him, leaving his ass red and raw. On the tenth time, I left my hand on his bottom, letting him get over the pain before massaging him slightly. I felt him relax slightly. 

'Stand up,' I told him. He obliged, tripping over his half-pulled down jeans. The boy spit out the Kleenex, and started to pull up his pants, staring at his feet again. 

'No, no,' I laughed. 'I'm nowhere near done with you yet, boy. Take them off.' He looked at me, eyes wide. I showed him the leash in my hand, tugging slightly. Daring him to disobey me. 

That was all the warning Devon needed; he was out of his clothes in under thirty seconds. I nodded my approval, standing as well. 

He stared at the crotch of my pants; my long neglected member was already straining against the seams. The boy shuddered as if involuntarily. 

Seeing his stare, I slowly undid my belt, slipping out of it, holding it in my hand. I showed it to Devon. 

'Don't make me use this on you,' I told him quietly. He nodded, understanding. 

Slowly, Devon reached his hands out to undo my trousers. I watched him, amused, allowing his fingertips to brush my caged beast. A surge of heat unlike anything I'd ever felt tore through me. I shoved his hands away. 

'I call the shots here, boy,' I told him. He looked wounded. 

Rendering him useless, standing before me in his boxers and tee, I agonizingly slowly undid my pants' zipper and button. I pulled them down, my boxers along with them, and tossed them aside. His eyes grew wider, if it was even possible, at the sight of my erection. Effortlessly, I pulled my sweater over my head and tossed it aside, as well. Then I reached over and pulled his tee off, as well, navigating it over his head, over the leash, and threw it onto the floor. 

The poor boy was spellbound, barely able to stand. He wobbled back and forth, eyes locked on my member. 

'Oh, Christ, child,' I said, mock teasingly. 'Must I do everything? Fucking kneel!' 

Devon fell to his knees, looking up to my face, eager to please. I remained stoic. 

He tentatively brought his lips to the head of my already-quivering cock. A searching tongue tested the taste, and I seemed to pass his inspection, as he was quickly lapping and sucking away like a pro. I suppose he was, in this department. 

I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes, enjoying the feeling washing over me. My hands found Devon's hair, clutching chunks of it as though for dear life. 

Soon, my hips were rocking, pushing my cock further into his mouth. I quickly tickled his tonsils, testing his reflexes, and felt him gag. The contractions on my much neglected member felt amazing! I pushed further, feeling his throat close around me, watched his eyes flutter, felt his hands beat against my legs frantically. It was all too much for me; forcing his lips to my balls, I came mightily down the boy's throat, moaning and bucking my hips. I pulled back, breathing heavily.

Devon looked at me crazily; a look of half lust, half revulsion. I almost came again, just looking at him. 

'Fucking hell,' I muttered. 'You need to start a seminar or something.'

He smiled, licking the dribbles of my seed out from the corners of his mouth. 'So... My turn?'

I looked at him, contemplating it. I smirked, my balls feeling ready to empty again. 

'Your turn, alright, Devon.' 

Tugging on his leash, I pulled him to a standing position. He stumbled out of his boxers, exposing a much smaller, but still beautiful cock. I motioned to kneel, and as he smiled, I threw my arm around him, and pushed him over the arm of the couch. 

'What the fuck?' He spluttered. 

'Language, child,' I murmured, caressing his ass. He struggled to stand, but I held his leash tightly. 

Stroking my already stiff dick a few times, I scooped up some of my precum on my finger, and held it to his small button. He squirmed. 

'No, you can't. I- I don't want to,' he whimpered. I laughed. 

'Should've thought of that before, then,' I whispered, teasing his asshole with my fingertip. Without warning, I pushed half a finger inside him. 

'Fuck,' he moaned. I laughed. 

'That's half a finger, babe,' I told him. Immediately, he tensed. 

'Please, Tom... You can stop now, I won't, I won't say anything,' he pleaded. 

'Say anything? You went into this willingly. You sucked my cock like a pro, willingly! You've nothing to say, Devon. Now...' I applied a bit more pressure, allowing my entire finger to slide inside him, 'loosen up a bit. It just might hurt less.'

He went limp, like a rag doll, as soon as he realized that I wasn't kidding. The boy's face was against a cushion, his cries muffled slightly. I retracted my finger. 

Leaning over the back of the couch, I retrieved a bottle of lubricant from a basket under the coffee table. I held his ass cheeks apart with one hand as I slowly drizzled a fair amount of cold lube onto the boy as he squirmed again.

Slowly, I massaged his asshole, stretching him to accommodate two, then three of my fingers. All the while, he moaned into the couch cushion, gasping occasionally. 

Eventually, once I felt he was loosened up enough, I squeezed out a small amount of lube onto my dick, playing it up and down his crack before stopping at his little hole. 

'Please, sir, don't do it,' he sobbed. That was the last straw. 

'I told you.. My name.. Is.. Tom!' I said, as I pushed myself half into the boy. He screamed. 

'Oh, shut the fuck up,' I told him. I wrapped his leash around his face, forcing him to bite down on it. 'You may want to chomp that, love,' I said sweetly, 'you've still got another four inches to go. Devon sobbed loudly. 

Holding the boy's hips, I pulled back slightly before plowing forward another inch. He grunted and squirmed. I continued to pull back and push forward, sawing my way through his tight hole, until I could feel his shaking ass against my hips. I stayed still, trying to let him get used to the feeling. 

As I felt him starting to loosen up, I patted his back. 'Good boy,' I told him, 'or should I say, good dog? Since you seem to enjoy your collar so much.' 

No reply, of course, but I felt Devon's small frame buck underneath me. Fuck, he liked being talked down to! So that was his game. 

I grabbed his hips tightly, and leaned over him to whisper in his ear. 'I fucking own you. You hear me? Your ass is mine now. You're my slut. Mine!' I shouted the last part, as I started to fuck his ass roughly. Devon moaned uncontrollably. 

I poured some lube into my cupped hand, reaching around his small frame to grab his hard member. He gasped as he felt my hand caress him. Inevitably, it was this gentle gesture that sent my boy over the edge, groaning and grinding his small ass into me. I continued to fuck him, slower now, feeling my climax build like a burning in my stomach. With a small roar, clutching Devon's hips and thrusting myself deep inside him, I let loose my seed, coating his insides. He sighed as I pulled myself away from him.  

Feeling like a mess, I walked to the bathroom, grabbing a few towels and wetting them. I returned to the boy, who was pulling on his clothes. 

'Here,' I said, tossing him a towel. He nodded gratefully, cleaning himself up. He undid the collar, placing it on the coffee table. 

'Don't you forget that now,' I said with a smirk. 

'Actually.. Maybe you should keep it here.'

'You don't want it?'

Devon smiled. 'I didn't say that. I just said that maybe, I should.. Forget it here again.' He stood. 

'Same time next week, then?' He asked nonchalantly. My jaw dropped. 

'Um.. Yes, I suppose that works for me,' I said. 

'Good.' Devon stood in front of me, hands behind his back. 'I, um.. I had fun.' 

'Me, too,' I told him. 'Come back any time you feel like it, hear me?'

'Okay,' he said, striding towards the door. His hand on the doorknob, he turned to me. 'Oh, one last thing,' he said with a smile. 

'What's that?'

'I expect rougher treatment next time... Sir.' He winked, and was out the door in a flash. 

I sighed, head in hands once again. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?



Seduction



Have you ever watched someone precious sleeping, just sat for long moments watching as their chest rises and falls, unaware that any one is even there, so oblivious, so content, so beautiful in their state of peacefulness.

Have you ever just watched in wonder at the texture of their skin, the warmth and depth of its color, its contours and imperfections.

Have you ever wanted to reach out and touch that someone, without them knowing, allowing you to just explore their beauty, bask in it.

I sit at the base of our bed and wonder, have you ever wanted to sit and do as I am now, would it thrill you as it does me to watch you, silently losing myself in the moment,as I cast my eyes over your body.

My eyes wander dreamily, its not lust I feel, not a desire to thrash about wildly with unbridled passion, right at this moment in time I just want to worship you, lose myself in the beauty I see before me. 

Your surrounded by silk, black, it seems to highlight the radiance of your skin.. Sun filters through the window, emphasizing this, you seem to glow, I ponder how this is symbol of what you are.

I begin to feel a little like a voyeur and am tempted to walk away, but I cant I'm mesmerized. 

You lie so still, on your stomach, head to the right, your right arm bent up wards, left bent beside you. I follow the line of your right arm, your clutching the sheets. Are you dreaming? I hope they are sweet. I look at your fingers, long and slender and I smile as I think of where they have been, so many times.

I look down your back, it curves so gently, I see droplets of sweat there, so tempting to taste them. Your butt twitches now and then and this makes me giggle quietly, would like to place my hand on your cheeks and feel when this happens, would you mind??

Your left leg long and slender, outstretched,your right leg bent at the knee, I can see your balls, and I laugh to myself as I suppress the urge to part your legs a little to give them more room.,I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in any way, my concern for such a silly thing moves me,again I'm tempted to leave the room but cant.

You've been so tired lately, I don't want to wake you, but how can I touch you, how can I run my fingers over your skin the way I want and not have you wake, I wish I knew how, for my need to touch your skin is overwhelming.

For what seems like an eternity I sit and watch, not disturbing you, you move in your sleep, every small movement endearing to me. Alas I cant resist and I move closer so I can touch you, tentatively I reach forward two or three times then pull away, would you mind? You've slept for three hours now its mid afternoon.

Finally I find the courage and touch the small of your back, so lightly I don't think you could feel it. A droplet of sweat rolls down towards my fingers and I catch it, self consciously I taste it, yes its you I recognize that taste. The saltiness reminding me of the moments of passion we have shared, and I smile again.

I run my fingers gently down the middle of your spine, continue between your cheeks, you twitch again, but don't wake. Your legs have spread wider now and I think back to my earlier concerns and I laugh to myself.

You shift your face in my direction now, crumpled on the pillow,I think of how beautiful your face looks,even with its puckered mouth, and screwed up nose. Can I kiss your face as you sleep? Would you mind? I don't think so:)

I lean over you and kiss your cheek softly, you don't flinch and I feel more and more bold in my exploration of you by the minute. I kiss you again this time on the ear, the back of the neck, your shoulders. 

I wonder if your faking and know what I'm doing,but I don't really care now that I am consumed by this fantasy. I maneuver my self across the sheets, carefully moving over your outstretched leg and kneel between them, lowering my face to lick and kiss the backs of your legs, over your cheeks, running my tongue into the curve of your back. I lower my chest to you, running my now hardening nipples over each cheek. You skin is so warm, sooo very soft, the tenderness I feel, profound.

I know you must be aware of my intensions now, but you still aren't moving, I thank you in my mind, you are working with me, you know my needs all too well.

Moving deftly now I sit beside you and gently urge you to roll over onto your back, like a rag doll you fall, arms outstretched, legs apart, I look your body up and down admiring every inch. Strangely I am glad to see that you are not yet fully aroused, I want to watch closely as it happens at the touch of my fingers.

I bend and kiss your closed lips, push with my own to separate them, run my tongue around your lips, I sense a small gasp from within you, ormaybe not. I part your lips further and your mouth moves in response to mine, only your mouth nothing else, allowing my tongue to probe you, roll its way sweetly around yours. It's as though you are my most precious toy, push each individual button and it responds how you wish. Oh how I love this game, what button shall I push next!!

I move to your left nipple, suck on it, tug it gently with my teeth, run my tongue around and around it, as I roll the right in between my fingers. I know how sensitive you are there, and marvel at your self control, how can you lie so still, Your body defies you and your nipples stand hard with my caresses. I run my tongue down into your belly, circling my tongue around your belly button, down into your groin. Again your body exposes the lie of your silent stillness, you are hardening before my eyes, as I draw circles on the skin around you. I watch inches away as you fill with blood, engorge, veins now visible along the length of you as your skin stretches tightly, 

I run the tip of my finger sooo lightly from the base to the tip, repeating this two or three times, my butt in the air towards your face,I know you will be sneaking a glance, and this thrills me. I part my legs further so you can see more of me.

I begin to work on your hardness with my hands and my mouth, stroking, licking, sucking, milking, lovingly, smoothly, passionately. Still you don't move how can you do that! I reach behind me and grab your hand and place it between my legs, and again like a push button toy you respond to my request, you slide two fingers into me, making love to me with those fingers, as your thumb massages my clit, so smooth with my own juices. I continue to work on you with my mouth as you do this, me tightening, and rocking, you so hot and hard in my mouth. You do not even blink, just your fingers move. 

The heat inside me reaches an almost unbearable level as we work magic on each other, and I sense the agitation from within you as you struggle to maintain the fantasy for me. Its time for me to release you from your desperation,, I move to taunt you one last time, and as I lower my wetness down to your face, for you to smell my passion, taste it, for moments you resist and I ache for your tongue on me.

Then without warning, your hands grab my cheeks from behind and you bury your face into me, I am so stunned I gasp loudly. You part my lips with your thumbs, probing deeply inside me with your tongue, you slide it inside of me over and again, you suck on my clit, lick me, bite me gently, I am so exhilarated by your sudden frenzy, I moan uncontrollably and with an intensity I have never felt before, you devour me. I feel am going to explode as I know you want to too and now, not a moment more.

You push me from you with force yet careful not to hurt me and you maneuver me onto my back, roles reversed, I am now your toy and I succumb to it, wanting now to be taken by you, your passion so wild your eyes cloud over 

I lie flat and still my legs parted but flat to the bed, you move over me, lie on me only supporting your weight on your elbows and thrust your self into me and I cry out in ecstasy, grasp the sheets behind my head. Instinctively I curl my legs behind your back, you bend one knee raising yourself a little and you pound yourself into me, thrust your tongue into my mouth as you do so. Over and over I feel your hardness fill me, my sense of consciousness fades and I vaguely hear our screams. 

Welling up from within my soul, a rush flows thru me and you sense it as you feel the same, and now we stare intently into each others eyes. Like a tidal wave, enormous in its force, we contract together and your warm fluids gush into me as I arch and contract around you, two souls merging into one in these few seconds.

Exhausted you fall to my chest and I lie stunned, a sweet smile curling my lips. Too overwhelmed to move, we lie, so overcome, we stare silently. Finally reality takes hold again and you lift your face to look at me,brushing a hair away from my face, kissing me gently you say "Would you like to play with me again some time?" And together we laugh.



Seduction



I was still staring at the door five full minutes after Rick had slammed out to go to work. I knew he had been working long hours, pinching pennies and trying to save money, in order to open our own business. I also knew it was so close to happening and that he was pushing himself harder than he ought to. 

Damnit, it just wasn't right! It had been months since we had made love, tempers were short and the stress was making both of our lives miserable. What good would our own business be if we just ended up splitting it in the divorce proceedings? Well I wasn't in any mood to find out, that's for sure. 

I needed something that would really get his attention. The first order of business was to set the stage. When everything was in place, I changed into a silvery gray lounging robe I hadn't had the chance to wear yet. At first glance it looked drab. Then the light would catch the material, causing a rainbow of colors to flash. The silky material alternately revealed then concealed the curves of my body. I pinned my hair up, but one tug would have it falling in a curtain down my back. 

I called Rick, making sure my voice had just the right tone of distress, and told him he had to come home. Of course he challenged me, but I simply repeated that I needed him home and hung up. 

I moved slowly around the room lighting candles, making sure the curtains were closed, ignoring the possibility that Rick might not come home. As time passed, I started to agonize; he should be home by now. Please don't let me down, Rick, I silently pleaded. Finally, mercifully, I heard him drive up. He called out to me as he rushed in the front door, his cries cutting off abruptly as he reached the bedroom. I fought back a smile at the look of confusion on his face, as he looked at the candles around the room, the bed turned down and his favorite chardonnay chilling with a bowl of fresh strawberries beside it. 

Rick looked at me and said," What is going on? You said something was wrong." 

"No, I said I needed you." I corrected him. 

I slowly walked toward him, letting him get the full effect of the gown. I would have to be bold, even aggressive to get his attention. I watched his eyes travel down my body and back up, pausing on my breasts as they softly swayed with my movements. My nipples hardened under his gaze. I walked up so close my breasts rubbed against his chest. Smiling into his eyes, I unbuckled his belt and pants, pushing them down, letting them fall to his ankles. He grabbed my shoulders to try to push me away, complaining that he had no time now for playing games. I simply dropped to my knees, pulling his boxers down with one hand I grasping his cock in the other. 

I quickly ran my tongue along the underside of his limp cock before taking it completely in my mouth. Rick grabbed my head and tried to pull away, but I grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling him closer, sucking softly. I was rewarded when his cock twitched and began to harden. With one hand I cupped his balls, massaging them. He began to lengthen as I closed my lips around the shaft holding him in my mouth with my tongue swirling around the tip. 

"Ohh fuck, Linda!" he moaned. I felt his fingers digging into my scalp, pulling my head closer now, instead of pulling away. 

I began to pump my head up and down on his fully engorged cock. I let it slide out of my mouth with a loud slurping noise before sucking it as deep as I could take it. Licking up the steady flow of precum, I felt Rick pull the pins out of my hair, searching for something to do with his hands as the cum built up in his balls. I knew he wouldn't last long this time. I started jacking my hand up and down his shaft as I alternately licked then sucked his hard dick. It seemed to be only moments before I felt his balls tighten up and his cock throb, and suddenly my mouth was flooded with hot sticky cum. I swallowed as quickly as I could and licked him clean. 

He slowly sank to his knees and pulled me to him, kissing me hard. I hugged him close and whispered, " I love you baby, and need you. Could you forget about work today?" 

Instead of answering he drew me to my feet and took off his tie. Laughing I hugged him hard and I helped drag his shirt off, covering him with little kisses over each new patch of skin that was exposed. Without breaking the embrace we moved to the night table. As Rick opened the wine, I picked up a strawberry and bit into it, enjoying the rush of flavor over my tongue. I caught Rick staring at my lips as I slowly nibbled the succulent berry. I licked my fingers, simply to torment him more, and accepted a glass of wine from him. Sipping, I watched as he bit into a strawberry. 

"A bit overdressed now, aren't you?" he asked. 

I took one more sip of wine and set my glass down. Reaching up and unzipping my robe, I let it fall to the floor. Smiling, I stood naked in front of him, waiting for his reaction. He stared for a moment, then his eyes dilated and he almost missed the table as he hurriedly put his glass down. With a growl he put his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. I pulled his head to my breast, moaning in pleasure as I felt his teeth gently close over my sensitive nipple. 

We fell onto the bed, still holding each other. Rick continued kissing his way down my stomach. When he got between my legs, he smiled up at me before lowering his head and running his tongue slowly from my dripping pussy up to my clit in one long stroke. Then he rubbed my outer lips, gently spreading them and flicked his tongue firmly against my clit. As I felt him slide two fingers deep inside my pussy, I moaned and arched my body, trying to force his fingers deeper. 

He pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy, pausing only to lap up my juices. I grabbed his head and tried to grind my pussy in closer to his tongue. He slipped his fingers out, quickly replacing it with his thumb, his tongue never slowing down as he teased and tormented my clit. I suddenly felt his wet, slick index finger probe against my asshole. My body spasmed as my orgasm began, while Rick slid his finger deep in my ass and sucked my clit into his mouth. 

"Oh dammit, yes!" I screamed, as my body bucked under the onslaught. 

His held his fingers still, and raised his head, watching me. As I began to calm, he started moving his fingers in and out. With his free hand he reached up and pinched my nipple, twisting it. I couldn't catch my breath and tried to pull away, but he leaned down and licked my sensitive clit. God, I could feel myself trembling, on the edge of another orgasm. 

"Again, sweet lady, cum again for me." Rick urged. 

He was thrusting his fingers in deeper and faster,his tongue flicking rapidly across my clit. I could only lay there as sensation after sensation poured over me. Rick moved his hands to my ass and closed his lips on my pussy drinking in my juices, I couldn't stop cumming. My hips were grinding against his face, I grabbed his head pulling him closer to me, almost sobbing with the intensity of my orgasm.The feelings began to slow and Rick moved up and took me in his arms holding me. 

Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and snuggled closer to him. Why had I waited so long to seduce him? I could feel his cock pressing against me. He was hard again and I reached down to caress him. Giving one last squeeze I got up, moving on legs that still weren't quite steady, bringing the wine and berries back to the bed. Sitting up against the headboard, snuggling together we shared the strawberries and wine, laughing and teasing, flirting with each other. 

The wine finished, I straddled his lap and kissed him deeply, thrusting my tongue in and out of his mouth. Rick put his hand on my ass, and reached for the last berry. I could feel his cock slide between my pussy lips as I rocked my hips against his. After biting the tip of the berry, he rubbed it on my nipples, making them stand up even more. My tits were coated with the sticky reddish juice from the strawberry and he offered the berry to me. Then he began licking and sucking my nipples, as he slid his hand down between us rubbing his cock against my clit. 

"I want you now, baby, fuck me please, baby , fuck me now!" I begged him. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my tits against his chest and pushed harder. He squeezed my ass cheeks and lifted me up until just the tip of his cock was inside before dropping me back down on it, over and over. I could feel another climax approaching. One last thrust and Rick embedded himself deep in my pussy, holding me still as I sobbed again with pleasure. 

As if I wasn't already over the top, Rick flipped me onto my back, raising my knees and spreading me wide. Kneeling between my legs, he thrust deep giving me no time to recover. Grunting with every thrust he fucked me harder and deeper, both of us panting and gasping as we screamed encouragement to each other. 

"I'm gonna cum baby, cum with me!" Rick groaned. 

When he finally did cum, he let go of my legs, and fell against my chest and shuddering. I felt the first shot of his cum go deep and felt my pussy contract with my own orgasm. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I held him close as we moaned and rocked together. As we settled down, Rick rolled to the side, pulling me close to rest my head on his chest. 

"Baby, I hope you 'need' me again real soon," he teased.



Seduction



I am from kerala.This is my true experience.

I am a 35-year-old married woman. I am generally good looking and have preserved myself rather well. I exercise and maintain a good figure. I am 5'4, have large breasts, of which I am really proud, and fair skin. My husband is an executive in a multinational company and very handsome. I enjoy a good sex life with him. We have a five-year- old son. A few days back Ravi, a distant cousin of my husband, came to live with us in our flat. He is about 20, good looking but very shy. He was taking some evening course at one of the management institutes and thus was to spend a few months at our place. He mixed with us extremely well, helping me in my domestic chores, playing with my son and helping with his homework, and generally being well- behaved and polite young man.

Everyday, once my son went off to school and husband to the office, I would have a few hours alone at home. Now I had the company of this young man. Ravi was always good to have around, helping me and keeping up some conversation. It was after some days that I noticed that he was paying more than usual attention to my breasts. Being used to living alone I am a little careless about my dress at home and on more than a few occasions I found him peeping and staring at them. At first I thought it must be only my imagination but when I observed and confirmed it, it excited me in a strange way. In order to make sure that it was so I sometimes intentionally let the pallu of my saree fall off while working, or sometimes did not button up my nightie properly so that he would have a good view. Invariably, his eyes would drop off and get fixed on them. I noticed that even while talking to me he couldn't take his eyes off my succulent breasts. When he noticed me observing him staring like that he would be embarrassed and then try not to look again but it was hopeless for him. His eyes would repeatedly return to my boobs. Just a sex-starved young man, I thought and did not give it much thought.

I usually take a nap in the afternoon a couple of hours before my son comes home so as to be ready to face the latter part of the day. One day, during my siesta I just happened to wake up.

Opening my eyes I found Ravi standing at the foot of my bed. I was a first startled and then scared. However, he did not even seem to have noticed me opening my eyes. His gaze was fixed on my breasts. My saree had fallen off and the mounds were visible to him through the blouse. Of course, I wore a bra and a blouse so he could not see much but still he stood transfixed. It was then that a wicked idea entered my mind. I just pretended to be asleep and watched him with half closed eyes. That day Ravi just stared and after a while went away.I could hardly go through the rest of the day and night. I was now into an exciting and risky game. I couldn't wait for the next afternoon to come. When the time came I made it point to tell Ravi that I was going for my nap and that I was very tired. Today, however, I intentionally let my saree fall to the side. I had worn an especially low cut blouse and no bra so that his view would be good. True enough, after only a few minutes, Ravi tip-toed into the room. I could notice he got excited as hell upon seeing my state. I just pretended to be fast asleep but internally my heart was racing. The reason was that today Ravi came much nearer and took a much closer look at my 34 inch mounds. My nipples went erect and they too were visible from the thin material of the blouse.

Then he did something I was totally unprepared for. He gently touched the slopes of my breasts and then cupped them with his hands. I was rattled but somehow controlled myself. He pressed them gently and let his hands roam over the smooth skin of my stomach and waist. He did so for a couple of times and went away. I have no doubt he had gone to masturbate after that. But I was absolutely miserable. I did not know what to do.

I knew what I was doing was not right but still couldn't stop. One part of me wanted to lock myself up inside while the other wanted that I continue to play the seduction game with the young man. The next afternoon, my devilish side was clearly winning. I still went to bed wearing a sheer nightie and left all its buttons open right up to my navel. I slept on my right side so that a portion of the unbuttoned garment fell off, exposing my right breast. Surely, Ravi came in. Stood at a distance to ensure that I was asleep. Then he saw the exposed breast. I guess he too had lost his mind or else he would have surmised it that it can't be coincidence that I would leave my boobs exposed two days running. This time he did not waist much time. I right away felt his hand touching and cupping my exposed breast. With his other hand he lifted the left side of the nightie and thus both my breasts were exposed to him. He kept on touching and cupping them but I felt he was losing control over himself as his movement became rougher. After a few minutes I let out a moan and he immediately came to his senses and fled from the room thinking I was waking up. I noticed that in these days he had become very reserved and did not even speak to me much. By third day, I too was ready to take this madness to the extreme. I again went to bed in a saree. Today I did not expose myself but just waited for my kill. Ravi too had grown impatient and entered almost soon afterwards. He came to the foot of the bed and was disappointed that the goodies were not on view. Just then I opened my eyes and called him by his name. He was taken aback but could not run away. "Come," I said in a kind voice, "What do you want?" Clearly flustered he looked around and said he had just come to fetch a magazine or something. "Doesn't matter," I told him, "even I couldn't sleep. Why don't you come and sit here for a while. We can just chat." He had no option. He meekly obeyed and sat at a corner of the bed. Now I felt fully in control. His eyes were lowered and he didn't speak a word. I got up and stood before him. And then dropped the pallu of my saree so that waist upwards I was wearing only my sexiest blouse. "Look here, young man," I now said trying to remain as calm as possible, "I know why you came here and what you have been up to all these days." He lifted his head and had the look as if he wanted to die at that very moment. He couldn't even utter a sorry. I loved it. "But," I continued, "I am not angry." He again looked up, a little surprised. "Instead, I am going to give you what you want. This time I will not pretend that I am asleep." The look in his eyes changed to utter astonishment. As I spoke, I slowly began opening the front buttons of my blouse. My breasts had been exposed by the time I completed the sentence. I then stepped forward so that I was now directly in front of him. His head was about the level of my chest. I took my left breast in my hand and bent forward a little. With my other hand I lifted his chin and offered a nipple to his mouth. "Isn't this what you want," I teased as I thrust my breast against his lips. He could do little except open his mouth and accept the nipple. "Suck it," I commanded.

He did so, tentatively at first and then a little more firmly. A couple of minutes later he was doing fine. I had good suckable nipples after the birth of my son and I knew they drove my husband wild. This was just an inexperienced young man. As he sucked I removed my one breast from his mouth and offered him another. This time he took it without a whimper and sucked on it eagerly, even using his hand to knead my other breast, now wet with his earlier sucking. I had grown restless too. I used the time to unbutton his shirt and then pull out his vest. I let my hands roam over the hard athletic body of this young man. He reminded me of my husband of ten years ago. Then I removed myself from him and went for his trousers. I slid down the trousers along with his undies in one stroke. I had a marvelous young cock in front of me. It stood fully erect. I wanted to give him the works. I sat down in front of him and held his throbbing hot rod in my hand.

As I pushed back the skin, the raw smells hit my nostrils. Soon the smell of his sex filled the air. It was irresistible. I lowered my mouth and took the head of his cock inside my mouth. I licked it up and down to make it wet. With my tongue I devoured the white cock scum that had gathered under the skin. I then took its entire length into my mouth and began sucking it in right earnest. Alas, Ravi could not last much. In moments, he came spilling his seed into my mouth, my cheek, and my shoulders. He was young and ejaculated huge amount of semen. He tasted fresh and I tried to lick off as much as I could. Still a lot of squirts went otherways. He then went limp. But I was far from done. I spread his cum on my body all over so that I was now smelling of his sex. I now wanted him inside me. I ordered him to the bed and then got rid of my petticoat too.

I went and lay next to him. We were now both totally naked. I had a wet cunt oozing with juices and desperate for a cock. It did not take much to get Ravi's back to life. Just a couple of minutes of sucking on my breasts and he was erect again. This time I asked him to lie on his back. He did so with his 7 inch cock swinging in the air. I sat astride him and let my wet cunt slowly slide up and down his throbbing male hardness. I then lifted it up and impaled it inside me. I could feel it slowly enter my depths. This was the first time a cock other than my husband's had gone in there. I felt shameless. I began riding on him gently but rhythmically. As I made thrusts with my pelvis, I lowered my chest to his head so that he could still suck one of my nipples, my favourite position for a fuck.

It did not take long for me to come as well. I had a huge orgasm on him. My juices flowed out and created a huge smear on the bedsheet. I then rolled over and got Ravi over me. I asked him to keep making deep thrusts which he learnt to do after some difficulty. Soon though he was fucking me smoothly and then came inside me, depositing the remainder of his semen deep inside my cunt. Exhausted, we just lay on the bed for sometime. Then got up, dressed, and I sent him away. I showered and changed the bedsheet and after half an hour, I emerged from the bedroom as if nothing had happened. But we both knew that the next few months were going to be very exciting indeed. I like to have more lesbian touch.



Seduction



Cheri lay sleeping by my side. She was turned toward me with her head on her arm, her red hair cascading over it, partially hiding her face. I lay there propping my head up on my hand, gazing at her trim nude body, watching her breasts heave a little with each breath. Her legs were bent slightly at the knees, such that I could barely make out the tuft of pubic hair peeking out between them. I looked at the wet spot on the bedspread and smiled to myself.

Reaching over to stroke her side, I ran my fingers up to her soft inviting breasts. Her nipples immediately regained the erect state that they had been in for most of the past hour. Cheri opened her eyes and pushed her hair away from them. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled back at me. Grabbing my head she pulled me closer and gave me a deep, penetrating kiss. Laughing, she got up and sauntered into the bathroom. I watched with delight as her ass swayed with each step. She sat down on the toilet and looked back at me through the open doorway, smiling that wicked little smile of hers.

We had just made love for the first time and had, in fact, only just met, in person, for the first time an hour earlier. But we had known each other and had been intimate on-line with each other for about a month. I marveled to myself how this sweet vixen had seduced me into the this hotel room so many miles away from my home, so many miles away from my wife and family.

It all started out innocently enough. I had discovered the internet and was having fun surfing and meeting people. Finding that I liked to flirt, I found myself looking through the profiles on the various services looking for interesting women. I never dreamed that there were so many women that liked to talk and flirt with strange men. I was discovering a side of myself that I didn't know existed. Well, maybe I knew that it existed, but I was finding a means to express that side.

While looking through the profiles of these women, I came across Cheri's profile. At first glance, it didn't sound promising. Her picture was lovely, but in her comments section she spelled out her "rules" and the first rule was "No sexually explicit chat". Now I wasn't specifically looking for sexually explicit chat, I was looking to flirt, but I didn't want to rule out that possibility. She indicated that she liked to flirt, however, and there was something very alluring about her photograph that I went ahead and sent her a letter introducing myself.

Later that day, I got an e-mail from her, telling me that she had looked at my profile and that she thought that it would be fun corresponding.

At first there wasn't much in the way of flirtation going on, but we did exchange a lot of information about ourselves and our families. By her descriptions, it was clear that she liked to wear provocative outfits and reveled in the wolf whistles that she seemed to get on a regular basis. As we got to know each other, it came out that her marriage was not as fulfilling as she would like and that she was having an affair. Although I had been very happily married for quite a long time, I did not chide her for her affair, and made a strong effort to support her.

Her e-mails were long and detailed and she talked about shopping with her daughter and her travails at finding a new job. I talked about my kids and my wife's up-coming birthday party. As we exchanged a few notes, she began adding a few very flirtatious comments. Terrific double entendres that suggested a deep-seeded passion that was lurking there inside her. Of course, I jumped at the chance to respond in kind. But there was nothing to suggest what was to come later.

I suggested that we meet sometime in Instant Messenger so we could chat. I knew that this would be a little tricky because we were several times zones apart.

Getting up on a Sunday morning and immediately going to look at my e-mail, I logged into the IM service. I have a few friends with whom I chat on Sunday mornings. Just as I was getting ready to log off at about 11 o'clock, I got a message from Cheri. It was 8 o'clock her time and she had just gotten up. I had made a comment in my last e-mail that she had the "attitude". My meaning was that I thought she was sexy not so much because of her good looks, but because of her demeanor. 

She opened our chat with "So you think I've got attitude?"

I was surprised and delighted to see her on-line. We chatted cordially and it didn't take long before were we flirting up a storm. She told me a highly provocative story about a customer coming into her store. I teased her and told her what I would have done, had I been the man she was waiting on.

Then it happened. And I was totally unprepared for it. She began telling me of a highly erotic encounter with her lover. And she did it expertly. In short sentences. With long teasing pauses in between. The story started out fairly innocently, but as she went on, her descriptions became more graphic, until finally she described in very intimate details her love-making with this man. For the most part, I was quiet throughout her story, because I was mesmerized about it.

Not only that, I was stunned. This from the woman whose number one rule was "no sexually explicit chat".

But above all else I was also extremely turned on and I told her so.

Seizing on my vulnerable state, Cheri began an even sexier encounter she had with the same man. This time I interacted with her a little more as her story unfolded. Making it clear that I was turned on, I told her about the throbbing erection she was giving me. That only encouraged her to make her story steamier and more graphic.

When she finished, I decided to throw caution to the wind a began relating a recent encounter with my wife. Sparing no detail, I described our love-making following my wife's birthday party.

Cheri had seduced me. This woman that I had nearly passed over had just given me the most exciting, enticing and sexy chat session I had ever had.

From that point forward our relationship took on a distinctively sexual tone.

We still traded information on family and daily life, but the flirtations were more blatant. I was being lured ever deeper into her erotic web. And I was loving every minute. 

Our Sunday morning chats were highly charged sexual encounters. They started to change from descriptions of sexual activities with others to interactive cyber sexual encounters with each other. Eagerly exploring each others minds and souls we fucked and sucked each other every way possible. Cheri was deadly with her descriptions of how she would suck my cock and I often forgot that it was imaginary. She would beg and whimper for more as I described nibbling on her clit or sucking on her breasts. She sent me seductive photos of herself -- clad only in bra and panties.

It was inevitable. We began thinking how wonderful it would be to meet.

I was torn. I loved my wife. I didn't want to destroy my marriage. But these Sunday morning sessions were pure and utter heaven. Cheri was a totally captivating woman, the most sexual woman I had ever known. I wanted her. I wanted her with a lust that had to be satiated.

The solution came with a business trip that came up. I had a chance to travel across the country for a meeting and used the excuse to make a side trip to her city. We made the arrangements to meet in a hotel in the afternoon.

Arriving before her, I got a room. Cheri arrived about an hour later and I met her in the lobby. Wearing a short skirt and a low cut top, she was a vision of loveliness. Rushing into my arms we embraced for the first time. Her touch sent shivers of electricity through my body. I whispered to her, "Cheri, at last you're mine!"

Looking up at me, she smiled wickedly. "Where's our room?"

Arriving at our room after taking the elevator up to the seventh floor, I opened the door and motioned for Cheri to enter. She bounded into the room and I followed behind. She turned and looked at me as I stopped near the bed. "It's perfect!" she exclaimed, "A perfect love nest for us!" Running toward me, she practically leaped into my arms and we fell backwards onto the bed, kissing deeply even as we fell.

Stripping off her clothes in what seemed to be a blink of the eye, she was soon unbuckling my belt, as if in a frenzy. I began unbuttoning my shirt while she pulled my pants down to my knees before eagerly putting her mouth to my cock. Her tongue and lips soon had it hard as a rock. I struggled to pull off my pants and shoes as she clung desperately to my cock. Finally out of my clothes I moved her around so I could enjoy the pleasures of her body as well. Spreading her legs, I began sucking on her clit and fingering her pussy, surprised at how wet she already was.

Cheri's tongue was heavenly as she moved her mouth up and down the shaft of my cock and her pussy had a distinctively sweet taste. As if we were two teenagers enjoying our first sexual experience, we devoured each other. Soon Cheri was squirming as she came and feeling her pussy gush its juices and her legs tighten around my head, I also climaxed in a great eruption, my cum shooting into her mouth, enticing her to suck it ever more deeply.

During this whole encounter not a word was said. Our passion said it all. We lay there, my head still between her legs and her head resting on my leg.

After a few moments, Cheri began playing with my cock again. It was way too early for a second round, I thought to myself. Taking my flaccid member into her lips again, she soon had it grow into a rigid condition again. 

"Now we can go more slowly," she said and she began caressing my body. I returned the favor in kind and touched her breasts and nipples. There was an electricity in her touch. I could feel the hairs on my body rise as her fingers brushed over my skin. I began kissing her, lightly touching my lips to her breasts, and then down to her stomach. She purred with delight at my touch. Her body was so soft, the softest I've ever felt and in undulated under my caresses. Kissing her ass, I gently parted her cheeks and probed her asshole with my finger and, as I did so, she wiggled her ass, allowing my finger to slid in farther. Next her feet were the targets of my attention. While massaging them, I kissed her toes, one-by-one. Cheri seemed content to luxuriate in my attentions to her body. Over the course of 30 minutes, I kissed every inch of her perfect body. Throughout this time she was moaning softly and squirming ever so slightly.

Finally, moving between her legs, I placed the head of my swollen cock at the entrance of her dripping pussy. Looking down into her eyes, I could see that she was ready. She parted her legs a little further, giving me easier access into her. Inserting the head of my cock into her pussy, she gasped with delight. I let my cock remain there for a moment as I felt her wetness engulf it. Slowly, I pushed a little farther into her. The pleasure of her pussy on my cock was unimaginable. Cheri had such a look of longing on her face that I could no longer stand it. I thrust into her as deeply as I could. She let out a loud moan and reached for my chest. Intercepting her hands, I pushed them back over her head and leaned forward to press them into the bed. I held them there as I began pumping her hard, and she wrapped her legs tightly around me. 

With each stroke she groaned with pleasure. With each stroke I was sure that I wouldn't last to make another stroke. But I did. As I moved in and out of her pussy, she pushed back with her hips. A low guttural groan began emanating from deep inside her. Cheri pulled me more tightly into her as we rocked together in unison. Her groans grew louder and louder until they nearly became screams. Her body convulsing with pleasure, Cheri came again in a violent spasm of ecstasy. Her pussy muscles tightened around my cock and I began spurting into her. Later she said that she could feel my pulsating cock as I shot my cum into her. Her cum mixed with mine and began oozing out of her pussy, down the crack of her ass and onto the bedspread.

We lay there, side by side, exhausted from our passions. After a few moments she fell asleep and I lay there looking at her, marvelling at her beauty.

After wiping herself, Cheri got up from the toilet and flushed the tissue. Then glancing into the mirror, she adjusted her hair. Turning back towards the bedroom, Cheri walked over to the bed. My God, who is this alluring woman, I thought to myself, this woman that has so captivated me?. I sat up on the bed and she came over and kissed me again. She folded herself into my arms. I could feel her nipples harden and push into my chest. And I could feel the blood rushing into my cock as it was readying itself for another round of lust and passion.

Gone were all thoughts of home, and of family, of job and career. My only thoughts were of Cheri and the hours ahead of us in our little love nest...



Seduction



Edited by Barnaby

For months now, I have been having an online affair with a 22-year-old man from another state. I feel like I’ve gotten to know him well, at least as well as you can with someone online. He “says” he is still a virgin, waiting for marriage and true love. He’s “never done anything past kissing.” You never know with these internet connections. Lately, I’ve been teasing him about how I wanted to be his first everything. I love how he appears to be shy and subservient. It’s quite a change from guys I have fucked in the past. Finally, I decided to explain to him in detail just exactly what I want to do to him. 

To my future lover, 

Hello sexy man. I hope you are well and rested up. I just wanted to let you know what I meant when I said I’ve been fantasizing about being the woman to take your virginity. To put it point blank, I want to fuck you silly! I get off every night thinking of you, imagining your virgin dick in my not so virgin pussy. Mmmmm. I’m planning to visit over the holidays if you’re still game. I know you won’t be able to withstand my girlish charms. I’ll have you begging for me to fuck you before the end of the trip. Don’t believe me? Oh, I wanted to thank your for letting me watch you get off on cam. It gives me even more to fantasize about. I love watching you stroke it. I wish you could have heard the naughty things I was saying as I was getting off right along with you. I dreamed last night of seducing you. It was so hot, I was wet this morning when I woke up and I had to finger fuck myself just to get some satisfaction. Let me tell you about it. 

I guess we met somewhere, maybe at your apartment or maybe somewhere else. It doesn’t really matter. My dream started when you made a grand show of just opening the door. You still played the shy guy act, which I find so sexy. I wanted to mount you right there at the door but I waited. You gave me the tour of the apartment, ending with your bedroom. As I looked around, I saw that it was the same as what I’ve seen every night on the cam, except the bedding, which has curiously changed to silky sheets. Didn’t I mention them a few weeks back? “Nice improvement,” I think to myself with a grin. 

I looked at you as you were watching me. Running your hands through your hair, you said shyly, “My roommates are out for the night.” I grinned even more and nodded. 

Looking up innocently, like I am so good at, I asked, “So…What are we gonna do tonight?” You swallowed hard and shrugged your shoulders.

“I dunno. What do you wanna do?” you asked, the blood rushing to your cheeks in the beginnings of a blush.

I chuckled slightly and bit the inside of my cheek. “Well, put on some music. Something slow with a beat.” You just nodded and got to work. I watched while you went through CD’s, pulling out one and replacing it to pull out another and another. Finally, you selected one and popped it into the player. I don’t know what you put in but it worked well. You sat at your desk, listening to the music for a moment. I walked over and lay across your bed. Silently we looked at each other. You still played the shy one. It’s so cute, such a turn on. 

After a few minutes of small talk, I ask the real questions. “So do you wanna see where this goes? Or have you changed your mind?” 

“Oh no! I haven’t changed my mind,” you quickly assured me. “But, you’re not going to change my mind the other way either.” I knew you mean about not actually having sex and the whole idea of waiting for marriage and true love. You know what I have always said to that…fuck that! 

I shook my head and said “Oh really?” As I said that, I got up from the bed and moved to your chair. I pulled myself to a kneeling position over your lap, sexily straddling you and coyly smiling. “Wanna bet?” I laughed. You laughed nervously. We looked into each other’s eyes like all lovers should and I kept smiling. “Well first, we have to get past this difficult embarrassing first kiss thing,” I explained, beginning my night of playing teacher. You nodded. “The thing to remember is that real kissing isn’t like Hollywood kissing. There will be drooling, bumping noses and clipping of teeth involved…but its ok. If you make a noise, that’s ok too. Just don’t stop.” I laughed but you looked so serious, nodding and taking it all in. “Alright, c’mere,” I said, pulling you in by your collar. 

Softly, we kissed, innocently at first. Moving from closed mouth to slightly open to open, you got better, more confident, with each press of lips. Slowly, we moved to tentative tongue kisses to full on tonsil hockey. The passion, like a fever, began to rise. Softly, you put one of your hands on the back of my neck, holding me tight. You held me close with the other hand around my back. I slowly trailed my fingertips up and down your neck. You could feel the fever rising too. Your hand began to explore over my back as we continue kissing and kissing more. Finally, after a few long minutes, you began to move your kisses. Slowly at first, your lips brushed the corner of my lips. Then, my cheek was next. Then you kissed below my ear. You went straight to the top of my neck, then slid to the middle. I sighed loudly. That’s the spot, I silently thought. Your kisses turned to little nibbles then to soft biting. Goosebumps went down my back where your free hand was rubbing. I pulled your hand from my neck to my right breast, yearning for you to touch me. You took the hint and began to massage my breast, albeit a bit hard. “Softly,” I mumbled between sighs. You lessened the pressure but continued. I lowered my head and softly nibbled your earlobe. You trembled slightly, making me nibble a little harder. I moved on to your neck, softly biting and kissing alternately. Slowly, I mixed in a little puppy lick here and there. You reacted with a sigh, just as I had been doing. You were a good student. 

You moved both hands to my chest and I leaned back to give you more room. I watched your face as you concentrated your hands on my breast. I pulled them away and pulled my shirt off tossing it to the floor. My boobs were flushed and my nipples were hard, just anticipating your mouth, your tongue. They were crying out for attention without the cloth. You bit your lower lip as I reached behind me to undo my bra. I let it fall and you smiled a little. They were just as you had seen on the cam every night, but now in the flesh. You brought your hands back to the now exposed skin, cupping each breast with a new enthusiasm. I watched your face and fought the urge to pull you to my breast. You looked at me for encouragement or denial but all I did was look back. Taking the chance, you pulled one breast to your mouth. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. You faltered slightly, not sure what to do. I laid a hand on your head. “Just do whatever comes to mind, hun,” I whispered. After another second’s hesitation, you began to lick the nipple, outside first, then the tip. Then you barely bite the nipple, making me “Ooohhh” and “Awwww” at the feeling. Beginning to get the hang of it, you sucked a little while squeezing the other breast.

Knowing you were occupied, I moved my hands down your chest to your pants. I trailed my fingers over your crotch, which was semi-hard and growing harder every second. I applied a little more pressure and I heard you gasp a little. I pushed you from my breast and made you remove your shirt. You easily pulled it up and off and threw it to the floor. I slid from your lap and pulled you to your feet. I trailed my lips from your neck again down your check, taking each nipple in my hungry mouth and then down your stomach to your fuzzy happy trail. I nibbled and sucked my way to your pants. Stopping, I looked up. “Do you want me to go on?” I asked coyly as I stroked your cock through the outside of your pants. 

With a glassy look, you nodded. I unbuttoned your pants and slid them to the floor. You stepped out of them and we began kissing again. I felt your now rock hard cock through your underwear and wanted very much to get rid of them too. But all in good time, I thought to myself. Your kisses were fierce and powerful now, trying to release the sexual energy of twenty-some years, in which I was all too happy to assist. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off, kicking them aside and pulling my socks with them. We both now stood clad in only underwear. You ran your hands over my back, my ass, my shoulders, my stomach, my breasts, and my neck and I just shivered.

I grabbed your cock roughly. You pulled forward in response and swallowed hard again. “Do you want me to suck your cock?” I asked with a mischievous grin. You silently nodded your head. “Well, I want you to do something for me first then. Can you do that?” I asked. No response. “I want you to touch my pussy, to finger me and to taste me. Will you do that?” I purred. You nodded and I pulled you closer to the bed. I slid my neon pink lacy thong down to expose my groomed pussy. I pulled your hand to my wet womanhood and began to teach you just how I like it. “Use one finger, and rub from the front to the hole. Here, like this,” I showed you with your hand. You repeated the motion for me to show you understood. I let you masturbate me for a few minutes until my knees begin to burn with building tension. I grabbed your hand. “Now, push that finger into the hole. Like this,” I demonstrated again. You continued finger fucking me without guidance. I leaned my hands onto the bed to steady myself and gave you more room. On your own, you added another finger and I jumped at the sensation. I mumbled, “Yea… Oh…” I could feel the orgasm coming. Slowly, I lay back on the bed. “Now, I want you to taste me and make me come!” 

As you began to argue that you weren’t sure how to do it, I calmly said, “Just do as I say.” Again, you nodded and went to your knees. I spread my legs and you were eye level with my dripping pussy. “Okay, just lick it for right now. I’ll tell you if you’re in the wrong spot.” You began puppy licking my clit and I moan. “Oh yea…right there.” I was at the edge of orgasming. You licked faster and faster, furiously on my clit. I squirmed and threw my head back, my hair falling in my face. Finally, I gave in and the orgasm came, forcing me to cry out and to press my legs to your head to keep you in place. I ran my fingers through your tousled hair and sighed. After a moment’s rest, I pulled you to my mouth for a deep kiss. I could see my juices on your chin and could taste myself on your tongue. I licked it off and kissed you again. 

I pushed you on your back and slid your underwear off. Your hard dick stood up like a pole. Precum already glistened in droplets on the tip. Expertly, I wrapped my hands around your dick and began to pump you. You closed your eyes and leaned back. Without warning, I began to lick the tip, lightly at first then more. You opened your eyes wide and watched. I worked my way around the whole shaft and back up. I cupped your balls in my hand and massaged them lightly. You groaned a little and I applied more pressure. Finally, I worked your dick into my mouth, in and out, in a rhythmic pace. I quickened the pace to your breathing. I deep throated your dick a couple times but I still kept you from the edge. I wanted you to come but not yet. When you got close, I stopped and let you go back down. I did this for a long time, maybe 20 or 25 minutes. 

After the third time of stopping with you right at the edge, I stopped all together. “Well, I guess I’m done if you don’t want anything else.” I smiled wickedly. You looked down at me with glassy eyes.

“What?!” you asked exasperated. 

“I said if that’s all you want, then I’m done,” I repeated coolly.

“You’re not done,” you whispered.

“Oh I’m not?” I asked innocently. “Does that you mean you want something else?” You nodded furiously and I smiled. “What do you want honey?” I purred. You bit your lip, not sure what to say. I laughed and pouted. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Oh ,yes but I….” You trailed off; I looked at you. “Ah fuck! Yes…I do,” you blurted out.

I just laughed again. “Then what are you gonna do about it stud?” You looked at me and grinned. You grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the bed. Your sopping wet pole pushed into my navel as you kissed me again. “Put it in. Just do it and it will happen naturally sweetie.” I advised. You moved down a bit so that your dick was between my legs and guided it to my pussy. I reached down and spread my dripping wet lips to give you freer passage. Softly you pushed, not going anywhere. I moved a bit, and you pressed again. This time you slid in easily. I sucked in my breath quickly and leaned back with closed eyes. “Wow!” I thought. After a few attempts, we found our rhythm and you began pumping like the pro that I knew you were. You looked into my eyes as we fucked and you began to pump faster, harder, all at my request, while exploring my breast and the rest of my body with your tongue and teeth. 

All too soon, I saw your face grow taut in a grimace. Your breathing was raged and labored. You were about to cum. I wanted you to cum inside me. “Oh don’t stop, don’t slow down. I want you to cum. Fill me up,” I whispered as I pulled your body close to mine. After a few more thrusts, I felt you seize up and I knew you were now cumming inside me. You slowed down and then stopped, plopping free to lie beside me, sweaty and all smiles. I ran my fingers through your hair again and laughed. “See? I told ya I’d win.” You laughed and kissed me again. We talked for a while and then drifted off to a restful sleep…and that’s when I woke up. 

So what do you think? Pretty good dream huh? Just thinking about it makes me wet all over again. I hope we can make that whole dream come true real soon. Until then, I’ll meet you after work with the webcam. Bring your own towel and clothes are optional. I miss you already. I have to go. I have to fix this problem in my pants before they catch fire from all the hot juice I’m leaking. 

Your future lover,

Dani 



Seduction



He slept silently in the bed, sprawled out on his back; the blankets kicked to the floor. She crept slowly into the room closing the door soundlessly behind her. She stopped at the foot of the bed watching his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. She crawled onto the bed between his legs careful not to wake him. She placed her hand on the inside of his thigh and slid it slowly higher until her fingertips grazed his balls racking her fingernails across them and then back down. She placed her lips close to his skin so he could feel the heat of her breath. Then she ran her tongue across his balls and up his cock. She flicked the tip of her tongue along the head of his cock and then placed it in her mouth. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and her eyes met his. She smiled wickedly and slowly slid the rest of his cock into her mouth. She circled the base of his cock with her fingers and increased the pressure slightly as she lifted her head running her tongue back and forth. His cock pulsed as it filled with blood getting hard in her mouth. She sucked hard on the tip before releasing it and running her fingers up and down softly. She placed his cock back in her mouth and slid her lips back down to the base, then sucked on it pulling it out slowly bending it away from his body almost reaching the tip before sinking back down again. She increased the rhythm slowly, alternately using her hand and mouth. The fingers on her other hand caressed his balls as she pleasured him. He placed his hand on her head pushing her hair out of his way so he could watch her. She looked up at him as she released the head of his cock and then ran her tongue around the ridge slowly.

“Good morning,” she said as she lapped at his cock like a contented kitten. 

“It looks that way,” he replied. She lowered her lashes flirtatiously and then laughed at her own silly attempt to be coy. She kissed the hand that he had placed on her cheek and then licked the tip of his cock again. He moaned softly and raised his hips when she sucked his cock back into her mouth. He tangled his fingers in her curly hair as her head moved up and down steadily. She placed as much of his cock into her mouth as she could and stopped moving. She sucked deeply and slowly raised her head. She placed her thumb under his balls and pressed on the muscle pulsing there. She sucked a little harder as she reached the head, then sank quickly back down and he exploded in her mouth. He watched her through half lidded eyes waiting patiently for her next move. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye as she lowered her head. She licked his cock, cleaning it of every drop of cum. Slowly she crept up his body watching him intently. She kissed him deeply the taste of him still on her lips and tongue.

“Do I taste as good as you”, she asks softly.

“Why don’t you find out”, he replied and slipped a finger between her nether lips, into her. He pressed it in slightly, twisting it as he pulled back out. His finger glistened with her moisture. He rubbed it across her bottom lip waiting for entrance into her mouth. Her tongue darted out coaxing his finger inside. She sucked lightly on it, her taste and his combined into an intoxicating drug.

She released his finger and looked down at him. Futilely she tried to slow her racing heart. He watched the internal battle play out in her eyes waiting for the right moment to push her over the edge. She moved towards him slowly, her eyes never leaving his. Her hair slid forward, it’s long curly locks teasing along his skin as she moved closer.

She leaned over him her face inches from his; her breath and his exchanged with each exhale. She moved forward to kiss him, her lips barely touching his, the heat of her breath making them moist. She exhaled slowly, teasing him, tormenting him, but not quite touching him. She licked her bottom lip, the tip of her tongue slipping out to caress the fullest part of his bottom lip. He followed her as she pulled away, his hands tangling in her hair, capturing her lips in a deep kiss.

She gave into the kiss for a moment, lost in the warmth of his embrace. She pulled away when she realized he was testing her, seeing if she would submit or if she was continue. Slowly she slid down his body, her breasts resting against his chest her nipples slipping along his heated skin in a shared caress. Her thigh rubbed against his cock when she moved back up his body. She kissed him slowly, their eyes caught in a challenge. He was taunting her, daring her to go further.

She straddled one of his legs. He could feel her wet heat brush his skin as she moved. He raised his leg slightly, pressing it closer to her pleasure point. She rocked into him and moaned sweetly her nails digging into his skin. The pleasure she took entranced her, igniting her passion to a fevered pitch. She bit his neck to keep from screaming in need. Raising her leg she placed it on the other side of his body. He could feel the scorching heat of her yearning burn the skin of his stomach.

She moved slowly back and forth her breasts and pussy caressing his skin. He placed his hands on her breasts, squeezing them gently, his thumb teasing her nipple. She pressed closer to him, giving his mouth access to her breasts. She straddled his chest, her pussy planted firmly against his diaphragm; making each breath he took a tormenting caress.

He placed one of her nipples in his mouth, rolling it along his tongue, then repeated the process on her other breast. He kissed a path up her neck to her ear. He bit the lobe delicately.

“Don’t let me distract you from your purpose”, he whispered breathlessly, his hands skidding down her body to her backside. He pressed her tighter to him and raised his hips in invitation. She lifted slightly off of him and moved back slowly. She felt the head of his cock trace her crease. He raised his hips again breaking between her lips trying to gain entrance, but she moved too quickly and his cock grazed her clitoris.

She lowered herself completely trapping him between their bodies. Moving is a small circle she teased them both, building his need with each movement. His fingers dug into her flesh almost bruising her. When she could take no more she lifted her hips and let his cock slip to her entrance. She stopped wanting to delay the pleasure. He moaned in frustration, wanting, needing to be inside of her. She let him slip a little further into her then rolled her hips gently teasing him. She leaned forward to give him a small kiss and then sank back down swiftly, impaling herself on his cock. 

She paused for a moment breathing deeply, trying to contain her raging need. In teasing him she had placed herself in a tempest of yearning, she wasn’t sure she could contain her own climax until he reached his. She moved slightly, smashing her clitoris against his pelvic bone and nearly screamed in ecstasy. Her mind battled with her over sensitized body trying to regain some semblance of control. She had set out to seduce him and had in turn been seduced.

He looked up into her stricken passion glazed eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek. He pulled her down into his arms and held her as she battled with emotions she didn’t want to feel.

“Let it go”, he whispered and kissed her gently. She breathed in deeply and exhaled on a shuddering sigh. He rolled her over onto her back and kissed his way down her stomach. He separated her lips with his tongue rolling the tip around her clitoris. Placing his lips around it he sucked it into his mouth. He held it with his teeth as he flicked it with his tongue, begging her to cum and she did. Her body vibrated as he drank the cum from her lips. Her nails clawed at his scalp, nearly drawing blood. Her back was bowed and her mouth was open in a silent moan. She had actually screamed his name, but he doubted she even realized it.

He crawled up next to her and pulled her back into his arms. He kissed her deeply sharing the taste of her cum with her. She lifted her leg and draped it over him. His cock pulsed against her wanting more. His hands found her breasts and he kneaded them, pinching the nipples. She dug her nails into his back; her passion for him still inflamed.

She pushed him onto his back and followed him climbing on top of him again. The time for teasing had passed and she slid down onto his cock. She sat up taking all of him inside of her, and then leaned back slightly, bending his cock as it slipped out of her. She rocked back and forth only allowing an inch or two to separate them as she clenched the walls of her pussy around him. She moved slowly tormenting him. He bucked against her, pressing deeper, clamoring for completion. She began to move faster, feeling his cock harden with each thrust.

He sat up quickly and claimed her lips in a turbulent kiss. She wrapped her legs around his back holding him tightly. He leaned her back and began to trust into her violently, his need out of control. Her nails clawed his back drawing blood, their gentle need ignited into mindless passion. She met each of his thrusts as he struggled to get deeper into her. He pulled her legs up further onto his back and sank all the way into her. She heard him moan and felt his teeth sink into her shoulder a split second before her world exploded in a flash of brilliant white light. He gave her a soft lingering kiss before he pulled her into his arms and drifted back to sleep.



Seduction



Tom had never considered himself the kind of man who women would fawn over, so he was genuinely surprised by Angelique's advances. He was nearly eleven years her senior but that didn't stop her. Angelique's uncle, Henry Powers, owned the hardware store where Tom worked. Henry had asked his niece to help him run the store. Though she was a mere nineteen years old she was a whiz with finances and had an uncanny ability for organization. Since she had begun helping with the daily operations the store had seen an increase in sales. Henry appreciated his niece's efforts and tolerated the fact she was a bit of a "wild child" though at heart she was a good kid. He and his wife Bernadette had raised Angelique, after her parents had been killed in a car accident. She'd been only four years old when she came to the farm that she now called her home.

Tom still couldn't fathom why she had chosen him. He had secretly pined for her since their eyes had locked when they first met. It had been an especially hot day and he'd been busy with inventory in the back. Henry waved him over as he stood with Angelique by his side. She easily stood about five foot seven since she reached Tom's shoulders without heels. She wore her long, ebony hair neatly pulled back in a ponytail. She had big, round deep blue eyes that pierced the depths of his soul when she looked at him. He couldn't take his eyes off of her and felt flustered as he realized he was staring. She wore a form fitting, pink tank top that outlined the silhouette of her round, full breasts. She had a small waist and a flat stomach. Her tank top exposed her navel slightly revealing it had been pierced. Tom found it very erotic and very sensual. She wore shorts that seemed to be made to hug the contours of her posterior. Her seemingly mile long legs were lean and very sexy.

Henry introduced Angelique and informed Tom she would be helping out in the store. He asked Tom to give her a tour of the store and show her to the office. Henry was heading out to the bank to tend to some business. He gave his niece a peck on the cheek as he left the two young people alone. Tom gave her the tour as was instructed, trying to keep his thoughts focused on the business at hand. As they walked back to the office area he noticed she was lagging behind him. He turned around to see her staring at his ass without the slightest remorse. She smiled like a Cheshire cat placing her finger to her lips. Tom thought he had to be dreaming. Surely this goddess wasn't actually looking at him. He dismissed the thought telling himself 'she's a child and she probably enjoys making me blush. She's probably having a good laugh at my expense.' He showed her to the office and proceeded to get back to the inventory.

Over the course of the following weeks Angelique had made it clear she was interested in Tom. He respected her uncle and didn't dare do anything that was the least bit inappropriate. Still Angelique had a way of tempting any man with effortless ease. Tom tried to steer clear of her unless it was deemed absolutely necessary to do otherwise. He'd begun to fantasize about her late at night when he couldn't sleep. He found himself tossing and turning ever so restless as images of her danced in his thoughts. Sure enough he found himself aching as he looked down and saw he was fully erect. The mere thought of her made his cock jump. He desperately ached to relieve the tension that had been mounting. He pulled back the sheets exposing his naked body. He began stroking it slowly at first. His breathing became labored as his movements became faster. He closed his eyes and thought of her. He imagined how her breasts would bounce up and down as she straddled him.

He would hold her hips with his hands and use his tongue to explore her breasts. He stroked faster in a frantic haze as he envisioned her moaning aloud. He opened his eyes and looked down at his throbbing cock. His balls were tight and he felt soon enough he would explode. There was precum beginning to slowly ooze from the tip. He ran his fingertips over it and then brought them to his lips. It was a bit salty but he enjoyed the taste. He imagined it was Angelique's lips tasting the oozing precum. The thought sent chills through his body. He moved his hand faster than before awaiting his eminent release. He groaned loudly as he felt his balls begin to release the warm liquid that traveled through his cock. By the time he had finished his chest and stomach were covered in the creamy substance. The room immediately became filled with the scent of sex. He went to the bathroom and showered. He had not expected he would have such a messy albeit satisfying release.

The next afternoon Angelique asked Tom to stop by the office. She had questions about some of invoices. Tom was in the mist of a project and assured her he would be there momentarily. Once he finished he went to the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face and reminded himself she was a child. She wore a short black mini skirt that left little to the imagination. She bent down looking for a file as Tom walked into the office. Her round ass seemed to beg to be touched, as it remained arched. He pretended to clear his throat to let her know he was in the room. She slowly raised her head and told him she would be with him in a minute. Tom tried to focus his thoughts on the weather or even on his favorite baseball team. As much as he wanted to look away he was compelled to watch her. It was taking every last ounce of his will power not to ravage her body. His breathing was becoming heavier as she continued to wiggle her ass mercilessly before him. Tom finally walked over and placed both of his powerful hands on her hips. She let out a cry as though surprised by his action. He had become rock hard and it was evident even through his heavy jeans. She slowly stood up and turned to face him. She pressed her breasts against his chest. 

"I want you," she whispered "What bout your uncle?" asked Tom hesitant. "He went to take my aunt to a doctor's appointment. He isn't coming back. We have the office to ourselves," she stated in a voice dripping with desire.

Tom took a step back trying to formulate his thoughts. He turned around and she feared he would leave. To her surprise he went to the door and made sure it was locked. He didn't want to take any chances even though Henry would be gone. In a single motion he closed the gap between them. He hungrily sought her lips and began kissing her feverishly. He placed his arms around her and drew her body closer to his. She placed her arms around his neck. She began running her fingers through his thick black hair. Tom had ached to feel her touch for so long and now she would be his. She slowly pulled back from the embrace and directed Tom to a nearby chair. She began to strip for him. Her movements were slow and deliberate which made them all the more provocative. She removed her top, that had only minutes before been hugging her curves. Her swollen breasts heaved as she breathed. She began running her fingertips elusively over her quickly hardening nipples. Tom was in awe as he saw her draw her own nipple into her mouth. The bulge in his jeans seemed to grow even more.

Angelique ran her fingers between her breasts and down to her navel. She began to tentatively unbutton the buttons on the side of her skirt. As she reached the final button she wiggled the fabric over her hips. Tom now had a better view of her. She wore a lacy red thong. She took her fingers and moved the fabric aside exposing her bare pussy. Tom's eyes widened as she took her hands and pulled back her pussy lips. She had her clit pierced. Tom was lightheaded by the rush of blood. He had not expected such a sight. It was glorious to see it dangling there from her swollen clit. She placed her thumb over her clit and began rubbing it. Tom just watched mesmerized by her movements. She placed her forefinger inside of her pussy. She began moaning as she placed another finger deep inside her throbbing pussy. She began to shake and her moans became louder. It was apparent she would soon reach orgasm. Tom ached realizing he too needed release from the mounting pressure. Angelique screamed as her body shook from her orgasm. She walked over to Tom and placed her fingers, which were covered in her cum in his mouth. He loved the taste and greedily sought more. He wanted to bury his head between her legs and thoroughly immerse himself inside of her. She restrained him as he tried to move closer to her.

Tom was puzzled and wondered if it was all a game. She began unzipping his pants. Tom was startled as she pulled down his pants with force. She removed his boxers leaving him completely nude. She stood back and admired the sight. He had a toned, muscular physique. His honey colored eyes sparkled. He had a chiseled profile and a hint of a five o'clock shadow. She ran her fingers along his chest, which was bare except for a few patches of hair. She enjoyed watching him as she moved her fingertips along his body. She had imagined this moment for so long and now she would savor it. She began by taking his hard cock in her hands. She reveled watching how engorged it became as she ran her hands along the shaft. He moaned impatiently. 

She smiled appreciatively and began to flicker her tongue around the tip. She moved her tongue in a teasing fashion before finally taking it in her mouth. She began sucking slowly at first but his urgency did not allow her to linger. He placed his hands behind her head indicating he wanted more. She gladly obliged moving faster and sucking harder. Her lips wrapped around his cock felt better than he had imagined. She wrapped her fingers around his balls gently squeezing them. He began groaning louder barely able to contain himself. She moved faster not allowing the rhythm to be interrupted. He began writhing in her mouth as he was beginning to reach orgasm. He had not even stopped to think that he was about to cum in her mouth. Before he could even think if she would accept this, she had already begun to greedily swallow his cum. 

Tom placed his hands on her small waist and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her over to the desk. Tom cleared the desk in one swift motion and placed her on it. He spread her legs and buried his head between her pussy lips. She enjoyed watching the sight of his head between her legs. He began to lick her swollen clit aroused by the sight of the piercing. She moaned breathlessly as he licked her clit faster. He moved his tongue all around her soaked pussy making certain to return his focal point to her clit. Angelique began thrashing wildly as her body reacted to Tom's touch. She began begging for more. Tom did not hesitate and finally positioned his once more erect cock inside her aching pussy. She was so wet he was able to glide deep inside of her. She firmly planted her feet on the desk and arched her hips upward to meet his every thrust. He groaned as she tightened her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock. Each thrust brought him a little closer to climax. 

She sensed he would soon reach orgasm and asked him to stop. She turned on her back and got on all fours. She arched her round ass in the air and spread her ass cheeks. Tom was hesitant never having had anal sex. Angelique took one hand and placed it her soaked pussy and ran it to her rectum. She slowly began using her finger to relax her muscles. Tom was very aroused by the sight. She had him walk over to her. She took his cock in her mouth. She sucked on it getting it wet. Then she spat on it ensuring it was well lubricated. She instructed Tom to slowly place the tip in her anus. Tom did so fearing he might her hurt her. She guided him and before long he was deep inside of her. 

Angelique commanded him without hesitation. He moved as she instructed and enjoyed doing so. He thrust deep and hard as she ordered. Though her pussy was tight her ass was even tighter. He enjoyed the feel of his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. She began screaming louder than he had heard. She begged for more and he was happy to oblige. Soon he ached to release himself deep inside of her. He placed his hands on her hips to better position himself deep inside of her. She began to feverishly play with her clit. She screamed out his name as she came. Her body went limp as he finally released his warm cum deep inside of her. Tom slowly pulled out of Angelique. She turned and kissed him softly on the cheek. Tom sighed and thought he was glad he had relented. 



Seduction



Today she took her time dressing. There was good reason, exciting reasons, for each and every detail. The dress she chose was raw silk in pale pink with a scalloped scoop neckline, it certainly didn’t hide her ample bosom. In fact it was probably the most daring dress she’d ever worn in her life. The thigh high stockings were a nude shade so they would not distract from her dress and accessories. The simple gold necklace and earrings would make the outfit just right, enhancing her look not detracting from anything. Her undergarments were chosen with care as well. The boutique downtown had so many lovely offerings she had trouble resisting and she didn’t resist. The pink satin lacy bra and panty set caught her eye and the woman there agreed, they looked wonderful with the dress; she’d brought the dress with her so the look would be flawless. She wanted everything to be perfect for this day.

Today she was going to seduce him. She had planned this for what seemed like months and today was the day. She had never, ever done anything like this in her life. She was always the proper lady, many times holding herself back, but not now. Now was a turning point in her life. She’d thought so long about it, struggled actually, and when she found the courage to live as she wanted, there would be nothing holding her back. She would always be a lady but today she would be a woman too. This was her time to live!

Nicola sat in front of the mirror just looking; she was pretty, attractive would be more fitting. An unusual look that was appealing and lovely. Her hair was the color of honey, it was thick, soft and shiny; she’d always had beautiful hair it was part of what made her look interesting. Her eyes had a glimmer and two shades of blue that reflected light with a sparkle. As she applied her makeup she was pleased with what she saw; that confidence gave her face smile. With each stoke of the brush she felt the excitement growing. As she applied her soft pink lipstick it gave her lips a shimmer and she smiled at that too. Her eyes only needed a bit of shadow and a touch of liner, she never over applied makeup she used it as it was meant, to enhance natural beauty. 

She pulled her hair back in a clip that gave her face a soft frame, she let some strands fall loosely, softening the look more. She was pleased and she didn’t hide that from herself, shamelessly pleased she thought. Next she would dress. She had all her garments laid out on her bed, ready just as she was ready for this day. As she put on the bra and panties she began to feel incredibly sensual, unlike she’d ever felt before. Next the stockings, mmmm silky smooth she thought, feeling the sensuality increase to feeling sexy even. Covering each leg heightened her excitement more. Slipping into the dress she reached to zip it up behind her, she always loved dresses and wore them often, but never this kind of dress. The shoes were simple, the color of the dress and finished her look. Adding her jewelry and she gazed into the full-length mirror; her eyes were looking at a person she’d never before seen. The thrill was amazing and she stood taller and felt absolutely beautiful. She was ready! Nervous, no, anxious to begin she thought.

Nicola had prepared well. She chose a wine she knew he enjoyed and packed some crackers, cheese and fruit. The carrier was ready, a soft bag held her goodies, her treats for him. She headed out the door on the way to her new life.

John’s office wasn’t far from her home. They had known each other for years and they had always had a lovely friendship. Lately she felt there had been a change within each of them. A tension of sorts seemed to develop. The looks between them became more personal, the information they shared more intimate. The knowing looks and smiles as if they were indeed a couple. They had dinner together at least a few nights a week and it was always so pleasant. She enjoyed his company very much as he did hers. It was comfortable, with the exception of this new pull she felt. 

John was an attorney and had a private practice. When she planned this day she called his assistant to schedule an appointment. She wanted the last one of his day, saying she had an issue arise that she needed to discuss with him. None the wiser the assistant confirmed the appointment for Friday at four o’clock. She would be ready, she knew that; but would John? 

Making the turn into his parking lot of the small house that served as his office she felt a sudden urge to turn around. No, no, she was going to do this, had to do this. Boosting her courage one last time she stepped out of the car with her bag of treasures and walked to the front door. June was there to greet her and asked her to take a seat for just a moment that John was expecting her but was on the phone. Damn, the butterflies in her stomach were making themselves known too well. The wait seemed an eternity.

John’s office door opened and he emerged with a smile, he had seen her name on the schedule and was a bit surprised but delighted. She hadn’t mentioned anything to him the other night at dinner. John just about stopped in his tracks when he saw Nicola for the first time; he became aroused immediately and hoped the growing bulge in his trousers wouldn’t embarrass him. Trying to appear collected Nicola stood to greet John with a kiss on the cheek, as was their custom now.

“Nicola, how great to see you! Please come in, I was surprised to see you’d made an appointment, we could have discussed whatever it is the other night.” He was ushering her into his office while watching her every move. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, all of her.

“Thank you John, its nice to see you too.” Was all she said and once in the office she placed her bag on the credenza near the wet bar he had built. 

His office was large and masculine. The walls were light oak and gave a light and airy feel to the room. The furniture was strong looking; a large mahogany desk off to the corner gave plenty of room for his sitting area. The black leather sectional took one corner of the room with an Oriental rug and wooden coffee table. The office was him completely, it was clear he had decorated it.

Nicola had become so nervous in John’s company and he could sense that, as he too was feeling something in the air, as well as his pants. Damn, he was becoming more aroused by the moment and he certainly did not want to embarrass Nicola. He respected her immensely, he admired her too, what a lady always. Her mind never failed to amaze him but it was her heart that John thought of with wonder. Her kindness to everyone, the care and concern she showed to all she met. Truly a friend to him and he did not want to do anything that may jeopardize that now. He was willing his arousal to retreat but having no success; she was stunning to him, and right here in his office. He moved to behind his desk hoping to hide his physical reaction. 

Nicola did not sit in one of the chairs surrounding his desk, instead she took a seat on couch and asked John to sit with her, and she needed to speak with him about something personal. ‘Now what do I do’, John was thinking, his hard on had only grown despite his efforts to remain unaffected. Nicola was waiting and watching him with interest, he had never seen this look in her eye and he was curious. John was able to move with some grace and sat somewhat facing Nicola. She took a deep breath and hoped she’d get the words out, she almost wished she’d not done this but that was fear talking, not her heart. It was her heart she needed to listen to and as she let that breath out she summons the courage.

“John I have come here today to discuss a very personal and intimate matter with you. I just am having some difficulty getting to the point.” She was almost talking to her hands at that point.

“Is there something wrong Nicola? Please tell me, you have me a bit worried.” He was concerned and his voice conveyed that feeling.

“Oh, no John, nothing is wrong. Its’ just hard to say the words I so much want to say to you. Give me just a moment, I’ve brought something with me, perhaps that will help me.” Nicola rose and moved to the credenza where she had placed her bag. John once again followed her every step, her every move and yes, again he felt that arousal. ‘Why now?’ he was thinking. 

When he saw her pour the wine and move back towards him he thought he would burst through his trousers and this he could not hide. As Nicola approached she noticed him shift on the couch and then saw the reason why. She handed him his glass of wine and took a seat just a bit closer to him on the couch. She needed to be able to reach out and touch him if she was to be able to do this. She needed to feel his hand on hers, to feel a reassurance that he was feeling the same. They were silent for a few moments and sipped their wine. It was John that broke the silence.

“You look beautiful Nicola. Are you going someplace special after our meeting?” He was hoping she would never leave this office unless it was with him.

“No, actually John, I dressed for you today. I came here for you.” She was feeling more courage with each word. “ John I have sensed a change between the two of us lately, a rather interesting and nice change.” She placed her glass on the table and reached for his hand.

John quickly took her hand, held it gently in his then lifted it to his lips and kissed her hand ever so sweetly. He was looking directly into her eyes when he spoke to her.

“Ah Nicola. How I have wanted to say those words to you for some time. I never wanted to harm our friendship though, you mean too much to me to lose you. I was willing to deny my feelings for you to keep you in my life.” It was out and now John was able to let out a deep breath.

It was John that moved next, he stood, still holding her hand in his and pulling gently for her to stand with him. They walked to the stereo and he let the music fill the room and asked her to dance with him. He didn’t wait for an answer as he took her into his arms and moved with her to the music. They danced and moved closer to each other, he was sure now she could feel his erection and he wasn’t sorry any more, he wanted her and he wanted her to know that. Pulling her closer their eyes met, her lips parted expectantly and he placed his upon hers. Tender, slowly showing her his feelings for her. His lips were so soft against hers and she opened her mouth to him and felt his tongue enter her mouth, a soft moan escaped her mouth and she pressed harder against him and his mouth. They were no longer dancing to the music but they were dancing to their feelings now released. Their kiss grew deeper and more passionate. His hands no longer could just hold her they needed to feel her. 

With each passing moment their kiss became more, it became their voice. It was saying what both had wanted to say for so long. Their mouths were joined as one as they explored and devoured one another. The passion was taking over any thought but wanting more. He slid this hand to her back and slowly and deliberately unzipped her dress and as he reached the bottom of the zipper he pulled from their kiss and his eyes searched hers for the answer to the unspoken question. Her reply was to let her dress fall from her shoulders exposing her bra. His eyes took her in and a smile crossed his lips as his hands moved to touch her, tracing the bra around her breasts. They were looking into each other’s eyes knowingly. She let her dress fall to the floor now. Here she was almost naked in front of him and feeling all at once the rightness of this day.

He took her hand to allow her to step out of the dress now a puddle on the floor. He couldn’t keep his hands off her now, he needed to touch her and feel her. His hand caressed her neck and moved down to her breasts again, only this time he didn’t trace with his fingers, he took one breast in his hand and cupped it sending a shiver through her body that he could feel too. Her hands moved to his cheek caressing softly before moving to his neck to loosen his tie. She was fumbling a little now and his hand reached for hers to help.

“Yes, Nicola, help me please” His voice was husky with passion. Together they removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. 

Nicola removed his shirt and ran her hands on his chest moving lower and to release his under shirt out of his pants; she pulled it up and over his head letting it fall to the floor with her dress. Her hands couldn’t get enough of him now and they wandered over his chest again feeling everywhere. When her hands moved lower to his belt he looked at him as if to ask him as well. His eyes said ‘oh yes’ and she undid his pants and began to lower them over his hips. Moving slowly but with a sureness she had never felt before. 

His pants lay on the floor with the other clothing and each stood facing each other in only their under garments, both taking in the sight of the other. Two friends were becoming lovers. The mood was delicious to them and as they moved closer again they kissed with a hunger they had for each other for so long. He moved her to the leather couch and placed himself above her, kissing her deeply, never wanting to stop, never wanting to leave her. And she never wanting to leave him.

“Darling this is the appointment I’ve been waiting for far too long.”



Seduction



This seduction is for you. You are the woman I desire most. You are the woman I have longed to touch for so long. Every time I see you, I want to be near you. I hear your voice and I melt from the inside out. When I see your smile, I know I will have a good day. I just need to close my eyes and the vision of your angelic face reminds me of the good things in this world. You are so beautiful. Your hair flows like fields of wheat blowing in the wind. Your body... I have memorized every curve of your gorgeous body. I don't dare let you catch me stealing glances though. What if you don't want me?

Me, I am the man you secretly desire. I am any man you want me to be. I could be your boss... or your employee... I might be the guy who cuts your parent's lawn without my shirt on... or I could be your husband's best friend... maybe I'm the UPS guy from the office... or that sexy man in the commercial... your hot father... that single soccer dad whose son plays with yours... or maybe I'm already your man, the one you love.

Close your eyes for just one moment, and imagine the man you want most right now. Imagine the man you wish would seduce you. Go ahead, close your eyes and imagine...

I am that man.

You are sitting at your computer now, in a chair with no arms and a low back. The lights are off in your favorite, most cozy room. You have lit the candle next to your computer. Imagine the scent you love most. You have your favorite drink next to your computer as well. Your favorite sexy mood music is playing, turned down low. You are wearing only your softest silk slip and panties. You love how the silk feels against your breasts. It arouses you. You close your eyes again and imagine that I am behind you, the man you desire most...

You feel my soft hands on your shoulders. I begin to massage you. You close your eyes. I am working out all the stresses you keep in your neck. You feel the strength in my fingertips, my thumbs. My massage causes your slip to gently glide up and down over your nipples. They are getting hard. You love how that feels. You reach both arms behind you and grip my jeans behind my knees. That pushes your breasts forward. You wish my hands would slide down and massage them. You lay your head back against my stomach. You can tell that I am not wearing a shirt. You feel the desire I have for you, the heat that comes from my fingertips and runs straight through your body...and stops inside your pussy. You let out a quiet moan. You are getting wet.

Your moan is the sexiest sound I have ever heard. It's as if you were exhaling pure desire. I am hard now. I love the way your breasts are pushed forward, the way your slip moves up and down over your hard nipples. I want to touch your nipples... see them... taste them... but not yet.

This massage is wonderful. You love the anticipation of what I will do next, but you also wish I would just take you, throw you down, and have my way with you. You feel my hardness through my pants, against the back of your head. Suddenly, you feel me pull away and you lose grip on my jeans. You realize that I am now on my knees, still behind you. You feel my warm breath on the nape of your neck. You tilt your head. My lips graze your skin. A shiver runs down your spine. Your nipples have actually gotten harder. They are aching to be touched.

I love the smell of you. Your skin is so soft. I give you small kisses on your neck, light touches with my lips actually. Your hair falls against my face like goose down. I bring my hands up to the sides of your arms, gently caressing them, up and down with my fingertips. I notice your body give a quick shiver. Your hips begin to squirm in your seat.

My warm breath on your neck is driving you crazy. Occasionally, you feel the tip of my tongue touch your skin as I slowly begin to devour both sides of your neck. Then, without warning, I nibble on your earlobe. You want me so bad right now.

I reach up and pull your slip straps off your shoulders, but your slip doesn't fall. As I stand up, I see that your slip is resting just above your nipples. The swell of your breasts is fantastic. I can see a hint of areola peeking out. I am so hard for you right now. I let my pants drop and step out of them... no underwear.

Your hands are rubbing the tops of your thighs. You can feel your pussy dripping into your panties. You have never been this wet. Your eyes are still closed. You feel me rub your nipples over the top of your slip with just my fingertips. I'm pinching them now, rolling them between my fingers. You've just realized... my hard cock is now resting on your shoulder. You reach up with one hand and take hold of my cock. It's throbbing. You are squeezing it... stroking it... pulling it. You feel my precum dripping. You want my cock inside of you... right now.

I love the way you are touching my cock. I would be content to cum right now, but no, not yet. I am not done seducing you. I slide my hands under your slip and begin to massage your breasts. You take in a deep breath... and hold it for a moment. Your nipples are hot.

Your hips are squirming with more urgency now. Your panties are completely soaked. Your heart is beating fast. You let go of my cock and put your hands on mine as I make love to your breasts with my hands.

I drop back to my knees, my hard cock bobbing up and down. I pull my hands off your breasts and lift your slip over your head. I place your hands and one of mine on your breasts. My other hand is now rubbing your pussy on the outside of your soaked panties while my mouth is devouring your neck again. You throw your head back and reach behind my head with one arm. Your moaning is constant now. Your heavy breathing has caused sweat beads to form on your body. You want more. You want my fingers inside of your pussy.

While still behind you, with both hands I rip your soaked panties off your pussy. You take in another deep breath and let it out just as quickly. You have one hand behind my head and one hand rubbing your breasts, pinching your own nipples. You spread your legs, inviting me to touch you. But I touch all around your pussy... teasing you. I'm nibbling your earlobe, biting your neck gently but with passion. You grow impatient and tell me to touch you. Slowly, my hands slide up your inner thighs and get closer...

With one finger, I trace your wet, swollen pussy lips. I find your engorged clit and begin to rub it... up... down... tiny circles... down your dripping lips again... and back up to your clit. My finger is covered with your pussy juice. Your seat is drenched. I have never been more turned on in my life. I have never wanted anyone more than I want you right now. My dick is dripping on the floor. My balls are ready to explode. I want to fuck you so bad.

I stand and pull you up with me. I push your chair to the side and pull you back to me. You reach behind and grab my ass. I am kissing your neck... licking... sucking... biting. My hand is rubbing your pussy while my other hand is exploring the front of your body. First, I slip one finger in... then another... in... out...around... in... out... faster... rubbing your g-spot... my palm pushing against your clit. You feel my throbbing cock between your legs. You pussy juice is dripping down the insides of your thighs and onto my cock. We can both sense it... that moment when two people know they are about to fuck...

In the background we can hear "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye...

You reach down with one hand and pull my fingers out of your pussy. With your other hand you reach between your thighs and grab hold of my dick. You lean over, supporting yourself on your desk. My hands grab onto your hips. You stroke my cock while spreading your juices all over it and my balls. You have calmed down somewhat as if you were now in control. You hear me let out a low moan. You begin to rub the head of my cock against your pussy. I gently move back and forth while you push my cock between your pussy lips. Then, in one movement, you guide me into your pussy and I slide my throbbing cock into you as far as I can go... then I hold it there... my hands gripping your waist.

With my dick deep inside of you, I begin to roll my hips. The sounds you make tell me to keep moving that way... slowly. You've waited so long for this. You hope that it will last forever. I squeeze your hips and pull your ass back against me. I dip my hips and push up even deeper inside of you. You are still rubbing my balls with your fingers. We are fucking now.

All at once, we each sense the connection... the feeling of two coming together as one... sharing a moment that freezes time... total and complete ecstasy. Our chemistry is intoxicating. The timing in which our bodies move together is perfection.

I am now pulling out... sliding in... out... in... slowly... deep... out... in... faster now... moving together in rhythm... harder... my body smacking against your ass... faster... both your hands on the desk now... it's building... deep inside your pussy... your body tingles... my cock feels so good... almost there... your legs tense up... almost... you take in a breath... hold it... right there... yes... yes... oh yeah... YES... thrust... YES... harder... YES... YOU'RE CUMMING... YES... YES... YES... YEEESSSS... ohhh... baby... dripping... still cumming... hard cock... still thrusting ... pushing... deep inside... aftershocks... incredible... slowing down... sweaty... relax... breathe...

I pull out and turn you around. I sit down on the chair and pull you down to me. You straddle my legs... knees weak... holding my rock hard cock... guiding me inside you... one inch at a time... slowly... lower... deep inside. Your pussy is so tight. We stare into each other's eyes... smiling. You are looking at the man you have desired more than any other. He has just seduced you. He has just made love to you. He is still making love to you. He is fucking you. Now... you want to fuck him.

I run my fingers through your hair, pushing it back so I can see you... so beautiful. I take your face into my hands... pull you close to me... your lips to mine... kissing you like I'm savoring the very last sweet strawberry on the earth. You begin to roll your hips... my cock still deep inside your pussy... you are dripping all over me. We embrace... pressing your gorgeous breasts against my chest... your hips move faster now... your eyes are closed... your head is thrown back... you are fucking me now... grinding... groaning with each push on my cock. I am watching you... the pleasure on your face... your breasts shaking... your hips as you fuck me... everything. This one comes more quickly... you cum more quickly... I am sucking your nipples... nibbling... your body shudders... your juices flood all over my thighs... I grab your hips... pulling myself deeper into you... your nails dig into my arms... one more orgasm... one more moan... one... more... thrust... unnhhh... fuck yeah... get all of it... make that pussy cum... feel me squeezing your ass... saying your name... you are so fucking sexy...

...slowing down now... catching your breath... you fall forward... leaning against me...

I wrap my arms around you and stand up. You wrap your legs around my back. My cock is still hard... still inside you. I carry you to your bed and lay you down gently. I hold myself up and look down at you... my cock slides in... and out... of your wet pussy... my eyes still on yours... faster... your hands on my ass... pulling me deeper... harder... my balls slapping your ass... your hips pushing up... faster... your eyes on mine... I feel it... it's building... harder... eyes still open... yes... here it comes... it's coming... look at me... feel my cock swell... yeS... yES... YES... I'M CUMMING... HARD... OHHHH... YOU'RE CUMMING... SQUEEZE MY COCK WITH YOUR PUSSY...FUCK ME... OHHH... YES... YES... I'M CUMMING SO HARD... YES... YES... YEs... Yes... yes... yeahhh... oh baby... damn... unbelievable... unhh... still cumming... both of us... just a little... can't move your legs... exhausted... slowing down... laying on you... catching our breath... sweaty... satisfied... never took our eyes off each other... magic.

You love the smell of sex.

We lay together now... on your bed... kissing... hugging... nuzzling... caressing... interlocking fingers... spooning... eyes closing... drifting... breathing as one... sleeping... smiling... happy.

Sweet dreams.



Seduction



You can see the outline of her body underneath the silken sheet as you watch her sleeping. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, you can only imagine how the soft material must feel against her hard nipples. Her placid little sighs stir up a feeling inside you and you just cannot resist the urge to touch her. Tracing the silhouette of her breast with your fingertips you slowly move back the sheet to reveal her porcelain flesh. You lower your head and lick her nipple, closing your lips you gently begin to suck feeling it grow harder in your mouth..

You move closer to her, pressing your cock against her thigh. Her skin is hot and so soft to touch, you lightly move your fingers down her stomach and between her legs. Rubbing your fingers over her pussy lips, you gently ease them open. As your finger finds her clitoris she moans softly, her dreams being influenced by your touch.. 

Your fingers glide over her moist flesh, circling her clitoris and slowly moving towards her cunt. You find her opening and push one finger effortlessly inside, her body rises allowing you to feel her deep within.. 

Gradually waking from her slumber she is aware of what you are doing to her, running her fingers through your hair she pulls you close to her mouth. Her lips are soft against yours and you feel her open them slightly, allowing your tongue to find hers.. Her breath is hot in your mouth, your kisses unhurried and deep, offer pleasure beyond belief. 

You are pushing your finger smoothly in and out of her vagina now and you rub her clitoris with your thumb, she is wet and hot to touch. Her fingers gracefully slide over yours and gently she pulls your finger from her cunt.

Moving her body closer to yours, she turns to be on her side. With her elegant touch on your manhood she gently guides you inside her. She lifts her leg to rest on top of yours and moves her body towards you, inch by inch you penetrate her cunt until you feel your balls connect with her skin. You can see the enchantment in her face, she looks longingly into your eyes as you become part of her.

Rhythmically your bodies move together, with each thrust you can feel her getting wetter, her quiet moans enrage your desire and you pump her juicy cunt faster. She scratches your back from top to bottom, before she grabs your ass with her hand, pulling you even deeper inside her. You can feel her muscles tighten around your shaft and you hear her whisper, telling you she is going to cum. Her body begins to shake and you can feel her cumming. Her cuntcream flows over your cock and your balls are sticking to her ass, you can feel your orgasm building.

You slide your cock from her pussy and move up her body so that your cock is touching her breasts. You watch them bounce as you wank your cock between them, your strokes are fast and your orgasm begins to course through your body. Hot thick cumcream erupts over her breasts and splashes her face, she rubs it over her nipples then cups her breast as she pushes it towards her mouth, you watch her as she licks your fuckjuice..

She rises her body and takes your cock in her hand, she guides it to her mouth and closes her lips around the bottom of your shaft. You feel her tongue slide up and down licking every drop of cum. Your hands hold the back of her head and you slowly push your cock in and out of her mouth. You can feel her hand caress your thigh, her nails gently scratching your skin. 

You push her head back down to rest on the pillow and turn your body around to admire her soaking wet cunt. Traces of cum run down her thighs and you can see her clit still hard and swollen. You bend down, smelling her sex as the tip of your tongue flicks her clit. She sucks you harder and begins to push her cunt into your face. You reach round her body and push two fingers inside her, you can hear her wetness as you slide them in and out.

Your cock is beginning to get hard again and you push it deep into her mouth. Her hands move to your ass cheeks and she firmly begins to massage them. You can hear her stifled little moans as she moves her cunt faster, encouraging your tongue to glide over her clit. Her fuckcream gushes over your fingers as she cums again, her pussy lips are swollen and glistening with her cum..

You lift your body and move to lie on top of her, your chest pushed down, rubbing against her breasts.. You push your cock deep inside her and with deep hard thrusts you can feel your orgasm course through your body, filling her cunt with your cream...



Seduction



He stood at the doorframe of her room, watching her lying on the bed. The sight aroused him, for she looked so innocent and in total bliss. 

Did she not realise her body was calling out to him? The way her breasts rose and fell evenly, the nightdress she wore had ridden high up her thighs, promising endless pleasure. 

He held back a groan remembering earlier that evening. How normal it had been for him to call upon her for relief. This had been the 100th time that she had 'serviced' his dick. He gave her nothing in return, and she never asked. 

He arrived unannounced, and when she opened the door, she could see the desire in his eyes, and the way he touched her cheek. This was his way of asking her for this 'special' favour. She took his hand and led her to the front room. Why? She didn't know herself, but this was the only time she had power over him. 

She turned round, and tiptoed to kiss him, but he pushed away-as usual, and pushed her down onto her knees. She took hold of his belt and unbuckled it, then his pants. She stopped, and looked up seeking his permission. His eyes answered her hesitation. She pulled his pants down just below his flat belly, and pulled out his already throbbing cock. 

The size always frightened her, and it was only semi-hard! Her fingers wrapped around the large girth and pumped it a little. She could see a clear drop emerge at the tip, and she got closer to lick it gently off. The instant her tongue made contact, he nearly came. 

He knew she wasn't a virgin, but still her little experience practically made her one. She smiled inwardly and she slipped the engorged head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. 

She took hold of the base, and lowered her mouth further onto his thickening shaft. He was surprised he still had some control. Her hot, wet mouth tingled him with pleasure, and pleasure was what his was after. He begun to softly pump his hips against her mouth seeking deeper entry, but her firm grip stopped him. This was sweet torture, and that's why he went to her. 

Soon after she picked up pace with both her hand and mouth. Bobbing her head up and down his shaft, she moaned around him. As much as it had aroused him, it had her too. She loved being in control, and pride overtook any feeling she would have afterwards. 

He weaved his fingers into her hair, encouraging her to keep going. He was so close. All he wanted was to come in her lovely mouth and feel her swallow his cum. 

She could tell he was close. And decided to end the torture for him, buy sucking harder around the head. Sure enough she heard him groan and push in a little more, before he flowed her mouth with thick ropes of cum. She begun to swallow, never missing a beat. 

When he could not come anymore, she cleaned him up with her mouth, and let his limp dick slip out. She looked up to see a satisfied look in his eyes. His triumph stung her. She reached out for his hand, but he just pushed her away, and turned around. 

The hurt ran deep, as she got up and walked out of the room and climbed the stairs to her room. He would let himself out-he always did. 

This time he didn't. He didn't think much of it at first as he walked into the kitchen to get himself some water. She looked around himself. She had good taste though it was very feminine. Maybe that's the reason he acted the way he did. She was so cool and aloof, which is why she had surprised him with agreeing to this activity. He looked at the photo album which settled on the kitchen table. He began to flick through it, and looked at the pictures of this girl was using. She looked so nice, even beautiful. 

Something in the back of his mind registered the look of hurt she had shown when he refused her hand, and suddenly he realised how silent the house had become. He hoped she wasn't locked up in her bedroom and crying her eyes out over him. That's when he headed upstairs to her room. 

Now here was starring at her. Totally unaware of his presence and her attire. She looked so tempting, how he never noticed, he didn't know. She looked at peace, and now that would change. 

He went over to her, and placed a kiss on her full lips, she didn't stir, not react to his lips. His wondering hand went down onto her breast, and kneaded it. So full and ripe. Then his hand brushed down to her soft thigh, and began pull up the hem of her nightdress. He managed to pull it up, to her waist. 

Her white angelic panties gave her an air of innocence he wanted to rid her of. He very expertly pulled them off her hips, and down her legs. Still she did not awake. Her bare pussy presented itself to him. She was hair-free. He slowly parted her thighs and looked at her glistening flesh. 

She must've been aroused from earlier, but had done nothing about it. His fingers traced the wet folds, and parted them. She was pink. She felt hot and wet, and he hadn't even pushed his finger in. her clit was peaking from its hood. Using the pad of his thumb, he gently rubbed it. 

He heard her moan softly and stir, but not come fully awake. He bent down and kissed the inside of her thigh, then the other. He worked his way up to her pussy. Smelt her aroma which was sweet yet tangy. Using his tongue he lightly licked the length of her slit till he reached her clit. Without thinking twice he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked on it hard. 

Jolts of pleasure sipped through her belly, causing her wake up, and find his head nestled between her thighs, and pleasuring her with his mouth. He looked up to see her watching him with surprise and lust. He just went back to he neglected pussy, and pushed his tongue deep into her. He juices flowed onto his tongue as he stabbed her with it. 

She was going delirious. He was French-kissing her pussy and she was loving every moment of it. Then suddenly she arched her back, and pushed her feet onto her mattress as a powerful orgasm washed over her. She fell back panting, her cheat heaving unevenly. 

He sat back and looked at her pussy again. It felt tight around his tongue, and without thinking he pushed his finger in deep. The sudden intrusion had her sitting up like a bolt. He had been right, she was tight. He groaned at the thought of how great she'd feel around his now hardened cock. 

He pulled out his finger and began to strip himself. She watched him with anticipation, and followed by removing her nightdress. He fell on top of her. Caressing every curve. His left wet trails down her throat and followed till he reached her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and swirled it with his tongue, whilst his other hand and crept back to her pussy, and gently stroked it. 

As he went onto the other nipple, he pushed his finger inside, and felt her clench around it, never wanting to let go. She could feel his dick pulsing against her belly. She instantly wrapped her hand around it and pumped it. He pulled out of her pussy and pushed her back down.

He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and looked deep into her eyes. He saw lust and desire which were very much reflected. He took his cock and lined it with her pussy and teased her by sliding it up and down the slit, covering it with her nectar. 

She was more than ready. He slowly pushed the tip into her welcoming depths, and felt her soft walls grab him. He brought his hands on either sides of her head, and gently trust deep into her. 

They both moaned. At last she was receiving pleasure. He couldn't believe how incredibly hot and wet she felt. How could he have never have noticed. He pulled out so just the tip was inside, and pushed back in, but with more force. 

He continued doing this, and she began to meet his every trust, and urging him on with her moans. She looked so wanton beneath him, and it took his breath away at how loving she was in their love-making. 

He grinned down at her, and before she could decipher, he rolled onto his back taking her with him. She was no stranger to this position, and took it in her stride to bring them both pleasure. 

She placed her hands on his chest and began to ride him slowly, every time grinding her pussy down on him, and rubbing her clit against his pubic bone. He folded his arms behind his head and he watched fuck him and letting her breasts bounce with each thrust. 

He closed his eyes, and moaned in pleasure as she picked up speed. Harder and harder she rode him. Her moans getting louder and louder. He wanted to bring her to pleasure before his. He took hold of her hips and thrust up into her hard and fast. 

Suddenly she exploded around him. The clenching of her pussy walls around his cock, brought on his orgasm too. Wave after wave of hot come shot deep into her body. Their breaths erratic from having incredible sex. She collapsed on him, nuzzling against his shoulder as they both fell asleep with his cock buried deep inside her.



Seduction



It is amazing the details the mind recalls from significant events in one's life. For instance, I can remember every hideous color of the dorm room that I was in when I attempted to seduce a man for the first time. Every detail of the room, in fact, is permanently etched into my memory.

As dorm rooms go this one was pretty typical of those built in the 60s. Not that I was alive in the 60s and know about this, but it's what I've heard. Walking in the door you found yourself looking into a room about 15 feet by 10 feet. The space for walking was only 3 feet wide and one side of the room was a mirror reflection of the other. It was in really ugly shades of yellow-orange, green, and dark brown, minus the unique touches offered by my roommate and myself. As you entered there were wardrobes flanking you, followed by extra-long twin beds with hidden-shelf side-boards, and then matching desks with mounted bookshelves. On the opposite wall to the door there was a huge window that rose over the old fashioned radiator. That stupid, noisy radiator is probably what made me feel like I could get away with attempting this.

I think under normal circumstances most people would have thought, "No way in HELL!" After all, my best friend WAS asleep in the bed across from mine. And yet, even with her there I found myself standing in the relative privacy of the open closet door looking in the mirror and having an internal debate over what exactly I was hoping was going to happen.

I knew that I wanted John. I'd been hanging out with him and his group for months. He was so sincere, kind, and gentle. Plus he was so tall and strong. When my 5 foot 3 ½ inch frame stood next to his 7 foot 3 inch one, I felt so feminine. When his hand took mine, or touched my head, I felt like the delicate female all of my thin friends always talked about. When I watched him sword fight, I saw his muscles bunch and the sweat form and it made me fantasize about another activity that would have similar results. I know for a fact that being with him is what started my trench coat fetish. I can never look at one now, without getting wet between the legs.

There I was, in that space of the closet, wearing that black trench coat of his. It draped me completely, falling at least 6 inches past my hands and hitting the ground at my feet. He had asked for it back, he was getting ready to leave. I didn't want him to leave without knowing I was willing and ready to go all the way with him. But would it really work to bring him his coat wearing nothing underneath it? Man, it would suck so bad to get rejected. I had a big belly and butt. I had a waist, but my D breasts were so large they weren't perky like other girls. I wasn't tan. I had the pale Irish skin of my mother and grandmother.

All right, criticizing myself was no way to get in the mood to seduce him. I had great hair; long, auburn, and curly, it was truly beautiful and very soft. I also had great eyes. Never the same color from one day to the next; they went from blue, to green, to occasionally a stormy grey color and they were framed by incredibly long, dark, curly eyelashes that had earned more than a few jealous looks and comments. There were also my beautiful, full, peach lips that always seemed to smile. I closed the closet door, mind made up. I would show him what I had and he could take it, or leave.

"Please, please, please, let him want me."

John looked over at me as I shut the door and I absorbed the sight of his beautiful, rugged face, his shaggy brown hair, and his huge frame. He was laid back on my bed against the hidden shelf. His long legs stretched so far out they touched Kim's bed.

"What am I thinking? My best friend is asleep in this room less than three feet away. God he is so handsome, and his body is so big. I want him so much." My eyes made contact with John's. Looking down a little I glance back up and offer him a smile. 

Moving closer I whisper to him, "Here's your

coat. I'm warming it up for you."

Once I am standing right up against his leg I bring his hands to the buttons. "Help me take it off." Slowly, one by one, he and I undo the buttons. I'm getting so nervous by this point in time that I can no longer hold eye contact. I'm staring at his chest as the jacket falls open revealing my bare skin.

My own breathing is so rapid that I cannot hear his intake of breath. But I can feel his hands. They stroke my waist over my hips, up my back to slide gently over my breast. Relieved to not be rejected I look up into his eyes. His hands reach out and gently take my head pulling me closer to him.

I lean in close to him and our mouths meet. My only experience with kissing was really very wet and unpleasant so I have no idea what to expect. I press my lips against his lips. His mouth opens slightly. I kiss his lower lip. I can feel his tongue tracing my mouth and I shyly let mine come out to meet his. Tongue tip to tongue tip they touch and retreat a few times. It felt so good when he traced my mouth that I do the same to him. As my tongue completes its circuit I feel his tongue dart out and stroke mine much more boldly. He seems to want me to put my tongue in his mouth.

I do not have a long tongue by any means so I get creative and tilt my head, opening my mouth slightly more. I slide my tongue into his mouth following his own as it draws back in. John's tongue is starting to wrap around mine, so I twist mine around his as well. Suddenly, the hands that had been buried in my hair grab my hips and pull me onto his lap. They then return to my head and bend it back as his tongue enters my mouth. He is licking everything in there, my tongue, my teeth, the roof of my mouth, my cheeks. Clueless as to how to respond, I am struck with the idea of mimicking an action for a different part of the body. I start to suck his tongue and undulate mine against his.

The sound of his moan sends a rush of heat and fluid between my legs. My nipples have become hard and flushed to a rose color. I want John to touch my breast. I want to have the hardness in his pants free for me to explore. I can really only share one want at the moment and so I grab his hands and bring them to my breasts.

His huge hands almost fully encompass them. He starts to squeeze them and release, squeeze and release. He moves them around as well and I can feel each stretch all the way to my core. Then he starts on the nipples. My head falls back as he pinches them. Each time his fingers grasp me I feel a pulse in my pussy. I run my hands over his shoulders and arms needing more. His head lowers and his mouth encompasses my right nipple. As he sucks it into his mouth my hips involuntarily jerk forward. Another moan is my reward.

Smiling to myself I start to rock back and forth over the bulge in his pants.

I hold his head to my breast and

whisper, "Yes, yes yes."

He transfers to the left nipple and I grind down harder on his pants.

"More. Please, more."

Raising his head he gives me another deep long kiss and then pushes me off his lap.

Slightly panicked I relax when I see him go for his belt buckle. He undoes his pants as I watch him. Glancing up I see him look around me then at me. Glancing back over my shoulder, I note Kim's even breathing and that she is facing the wall. I look back at him, fall to my knees and help him get the pants down to his ankles. When I look up I begin to rethink the decision I have made.

You'd think I would've had a clue that such a big man would be similarly endowed, but I didn't. So, the huge 13 inch by 3 inch monster in my face came as rather a shock. In the rational part of my mind I knew that women could push babies out so this cock would be able to fit in, but the scared-to-death 18 year old wasn't so sure. Maybe, just maybe, if I gave him a blow job, he'd come and I wouldn't have to find out. Maybe.

I hadn't ever given a blow job before. Seriously. I'd seen it done. I'd heard about it. I'd been told the good ways and the bad ways. Overall, though, none of what I'd heard was in my head, other than, "Treat it like an ice cream cone." Okay, I've eaten ice cream, I can do this. I slid my hands up his legs and rested my body between them. Pulling his cock towards me from his stomach I started licking it from bottom to top. All around it I licked up and down. Then I started licking around the head.

Looking up into John's eyes I saw him

mouth, "Put it in."

And so, I did.

Slowly I lowered my mouth over the head of his cock. His slight jerk back, followed by the grabbing of my head, taught me to open wider and cover my teeth with my lips. Running my tongue around the head I started to move down farther. My licking hadn't gotten his cock very wet so I let my saliva run out of my mouth and down his shaft. I in the meantime, just kept licking and pushing my head down. I couldn't have been more than 4 or 5 inches down when I really needed to breath and so I came back up.

I had wrapped my hands around the base of his shaft and he guided them up and down it. I kept up this stroking as I licked all over again. Taking a deeper breath I went back down. His cock was so wide I felt my lips stretched tightly around him. My whole mouth was full of him and I could taste something salty at the back of my throat. I knew that every guy I'd ever met talked about being deep throated and how awesome that felt, so I thought that needed to be my goal. Standing up I worked John's cock as far down my throat as I could. Tears came out of my eyes and I felt my gag reflex kicking in. But his hands on the back of my head told me he liked it.

Up again for air I noticed how much drool came out of my mouth and I used my hands up the shaft and over the head of his cock to spread it around. With another deep breath I went back down. Swallowing as I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat I was able to take in another 2 inches, but I just couldn't stay down there for very long. On the way back up I sucked so there wouldn't be as much drool this time and his hips followed my mouth up off the bed. His moan and his hands pushing me back down and then up told me I had done something right so I kept on licking on the way down and sucking on the way up. Over and over again I took as much of his big cock as I could.

Soon, though, my jaw started to ache. The next time he pulled my head up; I pulled his hands off my head and brought his fingers to my mouth. Kissing each one I looked at him. Slowly he pulled me up and onto his lap again. Using the trench coat to hide our bodies from Kim he had me straddle his lap.

Kissing my face he whispered, "I want in

you."

Okay, now to test that babies can come out so he can fit in theory. John's fingers slide between my legs spreading my very generous labia. He used his thick, calloused middle finger sliding into the hole that no man had ever gone into before and worked it in and out. That one finger felt so good, made me feel so full. I could feel wetness sliding over it and onto his hand. He spread it around my clit and pressed in little circles. I bit down on his shoulder from the sheer pleasure of it. Slowly I felt the middle finger come back to my hole and get joined by a partner. He pressed those fingers around inside of me and slowly opened and closed them in a scissors motion. By this point I am riding his hand and ready to try anything. It feels so good I need more.

Our eyes make contact and I can see the question in his eyes. He wants to know if I am ready. Wordlessly I take his rigid cock and guide the tip to the wet hole he's been playing with. Keeping eye contact I position him and press down. I start to worry when his eyes roll back in his head thinking I've cause pain. Then his hands are on my hips and pressing down too. I use the fingers that had been guiding him to spread my lips further apart and continue to slide him in me. He feels so good. I feel so full and want so much more and then...

"Uh!...Owww," slides out of my mouth as his

head hits my hymen.

Holy shit! That was a sharp pain that I was in no desire to experience any more of and I am rapidly headed back up his cock in the opposite direction. Apparently, however, he had other ideas. The hands on my hips grip firmly and slam my hips down. His mouth crushing mine silences the scream that erupts as his cock rips right through me. Tears are streaming out of my eyes onto his face as he holds me down, fully impaled on 13 inches of pulsing meat, perfectly still.

My cry must have disturbed Kim somewhat because she rolls over. Holding our breath we wait for her to settle back into deeper sleep. Once I know she is there though I am still reluctant to move. That HURT. ALOT! You would have a very hard time convincing me at this point that it's going to feel good later because I'm still incredibly focused on the burning pain inside me. I must have relaxed my muscles somewhat though, because John moved his hands to my head and stroked my hair. He starts feathering kisses all over my face and I lean into him some more. This shifts my hips and slides my up his cock. I feel, see, and sense his intake of breath. Hmmmm...time for another experiment.

Still incredibly sore I gently slide my hips backwards. His hands fall to either side of us and bunch in the sheets. I slide forward and backward and watch his eyes close. Struck with an idea, I raise myself...but don't get very far as his head snaps up, eyes open, and his hands are at my waist in the blink of an eye. I smile at him and slide down. Up and down I feel my muscles all around him. They are stretched so tight I wonder if they will stay this way now. Up and down. The friction feels so good. I feel more moisture forming. But I need something more...my clit is aching. I don't know how to fix it and I look at John.

He can read my mind. He grabs my hips and pulls me forward and pushes me back. My head falls back and my breath whooshes out of my body as my clit is ground against him. I continue moving up and down as he pushes me forward and backward. There is a tension building in me that I can barely stand. I need something. I know John can give it to me. Soon I am moving faster and have taken over the forward and backward motion as well. His hands seek out my breast and start to play, pull, mold, and kneed.

I feel every nerve ending in my body. I am supercharged for something. I search his eyes for the answer. I am frantically sliding over him now. I am breathing in gasps. Suddenly my world explodes. I feel every muscle in my body clench and unclench repeatedly. My mind is floating though; it is gone into some place free and wonderful. As I re-enter my body it is still pulsing in my first orgasm.

"Don't stop, God, don't stop" he pleads with

me as his hands return to my hips.

He is pushing me again forwards and backwards on his cock. It makes the tremors keep going. I can feel my pussy massaging his cock. I feel his cock getting thicker inside me. I start to feel his body tense right before he slams his mouth on mine and slams me down on his hips which are rising off the bed. His cock is pulsing inside of me. Over and over he slams me down as he raises his hips off the bed. It has set me off again and my pussy is contracting on him milking him for everything he's worth.

Gasping for air, he pulls me against his chest. Rubbing my back he kisses my face. Slowly I feel the tension leave him. Not really shrinking his cock seems to become less hard. Slowly I slide off him. His head is back against the shelf and his cock his laying there glistening. I stroke a finger over this amazing tool that has brought me from one end of the sensation spectrum to the other.

My finger is wet and I slide it into my mouth. As I taste us I see him watching me. I slowly bend over and lick the rest of our juices from his cock. He pulls me up and kisses me deeply before he puts me aside and puts his clothes back in order. Walking back to the closet I open the door and stare at myself. There I was, again, in that space of the closet, wearing that black trench coat of his. A small smile plays about my lips as I grab a t-shirt and replace his coat with it.



Seduction



Kara comes home from work and finds a note on the door that reads,

"Hello darling I know you had a hard day at work. Now that you're home you're mine. Come on in and take off your shoes. The phones are unplugged and dinner is cooking."

She takes off your shoes and walks in. She finds rose petals on the floor leading to the bathroom. Following them down the hall, she finds another note. 

"Relax and enjoy the hot bath that I have drawn up for you."

She looks around and sees no one but can smell dinner cooking, her favorites. She lets her clothes fall to the floor and walks over to the tub. The lights are off and the candles are burning as she slips into the warm bubbly water in the tub. Kara looks over and sees the book that she has been trying to read forever sitting next to a chilled glass of wine.

Sitting back, she blissfully enjoys the bath, book and wine. She closes her eyes and relaxes. Kara awakes to hear the buzzer from the stove. She climbs out of the tub and goes to dry off, only to find her clothes and towels are gone. She calls out to her lover, but gets no reply. Next she walks into the bedroom where she finds a third note. She begins to read when the soft sounds of the stereo filter in the living room.

"Darling, dry off then open the box on the bed."

Still she hears nothing but music. She walks over to the bed and takes the lid off the box. Tossing the tissue paper in the air she sees the blue silk nightie in the box. Kara gasps as she pulls it out and holds it next to her soft naked wet body. With out drying off she puts the dress on. Twirling around the room she feels like a queen. She walks over to the dresser, looks into the mirror, and starts humming to the music while putting her hair up. 

When she thinks she has seen her lover walk by in the reflection of the mirror, she turns and finds no one there. Shaking her head, she starts to put on her make up. While doing this she hears something in the hall. She peeks out to see what is there and finds a glass of wine. 

Calling out she asks. "Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me, mister?" 

Kara walks down the hall sipping on the glass of wine. On the TV is a video of a wood burning fireplace and there is a cool night breeze blowing into the house. Her nipples begin growing harder. Kara isn't sure if it is the air, the wine, or the thought of what her man going to do to her. She walks over to the table and sees that is set but the candles are not lit. As she starts to light the candles she feels his arms wrap around her waist. She closes her eyes as she feels his hot breath on her neck. Then she feels his lips kissing her neck.

Her hands clasp on to his. Her head tilts back as he kisses her neck. She guides his hand up to her breast. He starts to rub them through the silken dress. Kara moans yes. As her man starts nibbling on her ear lob, Kara's breathing grows deeper. She then turns her head so their lips can meet. Lips parting and tongues dancing.

"Mmmm...Chris...this is wonderful." Kara purrs. 

He can feel her erect nipples in his hands. Firmly Chris starts sliding them down the front of Kara's body. This causes her body to push against his. She can feel how excited that Chris has become. They break their embrace and Kara turns around. Throwing her arms around his neck she sees him in a tux and wearing a mask like the one in the PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. She starts to speak. Chris presses one finger against her soft moist wet lips. 

"Shhhhhhh, tonight I am the man of your dreams." He leans forward and starts kissing her neckline. She exhales deeply feeling his lips on her heated skin. He then slips one of the spaghetti straps off her shoulder and takes one breast in his hand and takes the nipple into his mouth....and continues to please her, whispering that the night has only just begun.

The End



Seduction



Company Attention!

1SG Brian's voice rings out over the formation as everyone jumps to attention. I know I should pay attention to the information he is putting out but all I can focus on is how sexy his lips are. 

I have had a huge crush on 1SG Brian since we started working together eight years ago but he treats me like one of the guys. Hopefully all that will change tonight if my plan works out.

Tonight a group of us are going out to the local salsa club and I plan to show Brian that I am all woman. I shave and put softly scented lotion all over my body. Then I slip into my sexy mini dress that flares out and provides a peak of my lacy black thongs whenever I take a spin. 

I don't wear a bra because my breasts are perky and firm enough without one. Finally, I slip into a pair of six inch stilettos to complete my look.

As we arrive at the club, my stomach is full of butterflies and I pray that Brian finally notices me. The club is cold, making my nipples stand out and feel extra sensitive. From Brian's reaction when he sees me I can tell he appreciates the view. 

We all start out at the bar together but I eventually separate Brian from the group and lead him to an intimate table upstairs. The music changes to a slow beat and I take Brian by the hand and lead him into a slow dance by our table.

His body feels so good pressed up against mine and I shamelessly rub my body on his. Brian slowly lets his hands slide down and cup my bottom then pulls me closer. 

Then he kisses my neck and ears until we both are breathing hard. My nipples are hard and aching and my panties are soaked by the time we finish our dance. 

We leave the club together without saying a word and head back to my place. As I close the door behind us, Brian grabs me and backs me up against the wall. 

He pulls my dress down and takes my nipple into his mouth. I moan as a shaft of pleasure shoots from my nipple straight to my pussy. Brian moans around my nipple, picks me up, and carries me into the livingroom.

He lays me back on the couch and strips my dress from me leaving on my thongs and stilettos. He places his mouth above my clit blows softly through the lace of my thong while lightly pinching my nipples. My hips rise off the couch and I beg him to stop teasing me and eat my pussy. 

My words inflame him and Brian rips off my panties, throws my legs over his shoulder, and starts licking my pussy in earnest. I get so wet that my juices start running down into my crack and Brian follows the trail licking me like a delicious piece of candy.

I beg for more so he fucks my pussy with his tongue and eases a finger into my well lubricated ass. The sensation is too much and I explode into an orgasm.

Brian stands up and quickly undresses. His dick is proudly jutting away from his body with a drop of pre-cum on the tip. I lean forward and eagerly lick it off before wrapping my tongue around the head. As I lick and suck on his dick, he grabs me by the hair and guides my head up and down. 

I massage his balls and rub my hand up and down his shaft while sucking for all I'm worth until he cums with an explosive yell. I swallow every bit and lick him clean, loving the slightly salty taste. 

We move to the bedroom and I kiss him all over until he is hard again. Brian sucks my nipples and rubs my clit until I start writhing on the bed and then he slowly pushes his dick into my pussy. 

His dick is so big and hot and I can feel my pussy clenching around it as he slowly fills me up. He pulls out almost completely and rams in all the way to the hilt. I scream from the shock and pleasure and he starts fucking me like a man possessed.

Just before I cum, he pulls out and forces me to my knees facing away from him. He starts fucking me again while spanking my ass. The pain and pleasure combined make me hotter and wetter than ever and I push my pussy back onto his dick begging him to make me cum. 

He reaches around my body and rubs my clit pushing me over the edge into another climax. My pussy muscles squeeze his dick until his cum jets into my pussy. 

The feel of his cum hitting my womb sends me into another orgasm and we cum together before collapsing onto the bed. I am sure that Brian will never see me as one of the guys again!



Seduction



Her life as she knew it ended with the dream. He was no one she had ever seen before, was like no one she had ever known before, but from the first moment she laid eyes on Him, she felt her world change.

After the dream, came the voice on the wind. She would wake up to the sound of her name on the night breeze.

 "Sheyenne."

She was afraid her heart would stop beating from fear. She did not know how to describe the emotion that stopped the very breath she breathed at the sound of His voice.

In her dreams, she was not herself, not the proud princess she was raised to be, but a servant, an all too willing pawn to the desires she never knew were a part of her. She was a slave to Him. His very presence was enough to send her pulse racing, set her blood afire, and when He looked into her eyes, there was nothing she would not do, or let be done to her, in order to please Him. She discovered something about herself .She wanted very much to please Him, in whatever manner He so chose.

 When she saw Him outside of her dreams, she was not sure whether she was awake or not, the trembling that shook her to her very core was difficult to explain to those around her. It was a shock, to see her dream lover in the flesh. To be the only one to see Him standing there, as plain as the nose on her face, was, shocking, to say the least.

Then He smiled at her, and looked into her eyes. She felt herself slipping away from the world around her , and into a place where there were no others but the two of them. The chamber at the palace, the same one she had occupied since she was a little girl, was no more to her than a distant afterthought, all that mattered to her was Him. She turned and did the only thing she could think of.

 She ran. She ran away from Him.  Ran from the emotion He stirred in her. Ran from the overwhelming need that welled up inside of her.

Then, she could run no more.

The dead end she had forgotten about blocked her path, and she inwardly cursed herself for a fool, albeit a breathless fool. Running in heels was no easy feat, and as she frantically tried to remember where the latch to that hidden passage was, catching her breath was a challenge. Time slowed to a crawl. In front of her was an empty wall, behind her, was Him. All around her was the sound of her own name flying on the night breeze. A footfall reached her ears and her breath came faster and faster. Her ability to think, to reason, was quickly becoming a thing of the past.     "Sheyenne"

By all the gods that had forsaken her. He was right behind her.  "Sheyenne, I have waited over long for you to come to me this night,so I have come to you."

She felt His breath on the back of her neck, and her legs almost gave out from the pleasure that overtook her, the pleasure at the realization He was real, not just a figment of her imagination, her Demon lover. 

"Sheyenne, I should not have to come get you. You know your place, where you belong."

His hand at the nape of her neck caused the breathless whimpering that she so despised to issue from her mouth. The helpless cries of pleasure she found at His very touch, enough to almost send her over the edge.

"No, no ,no, no.You cannot be real. How can You be real. It's, it is impossible. Isn't it?"

Confusion set in, she remembered all the nights of pleasure, of pain at His hands. His mouth, the things she did to Him, let Him do to her, the feel of Him as he plunged in and out of her.

There was not an orifice on her body He had not claimed as His and then, to see Him here. In her very home. With her eyes wide, open. Her mind decided to go blissfully blank and wait for her to wake up. This just had to be a dream. Why else could no one see Him? 

"My pet, have you learned nothing in our time together? Do you think that I, Saris ,could not so choose whom was worthy to see me?"

Saris! How could she? Then, how could she not?

For generations, the legend of the God of Warrior Demons had been told. How He had slain His twin brother for blasemphy against the Most High God Bali-liel, in the War for Heaven. The brother who started a war amongst the gods, and Bali-liel, in all His gratitude, granted Saris a most prized godhood.

To forever, guard the Most High, to be forever at His Blessed side. Saris swore to all that until He found His one true love, the one worthy in all this world to be by HIS side for eternity. The Most High would have to wait. What is an eon to a god but the blink of an eye?

"My pet, My precious one, it is time. I have come for you. You are Mine. From this moment until eternity is nothing but a fading memory..What say you..Sheyenne, do you accept Me? As you Master, as your life-mate, to belong to Me and Me alone. Forever?"

Trapped before Him as she was, feeling His breath tickling the nape of her neck, and hearing the words that every girl always dreamed would be spoken to her, Sheyenne felt her heart and mind come together as one.

To be loved so fiercely by a god was an honor. To be possessed by the God of Warrior Demons, was indescribable. As she made up her mind to accept, she felt the collar form around her neck, and the matching ring was seen out of the corner of her eye on His finger.

The world faded from around her to the sound of His pleased laughter, and the howling of demons flooded her ears.



Seduction



Nisha had just turned 18 when I first met her as my accounts student. She was poor in the subject though far more skilful in other lustful techniques. 

I soon realised that she was not interested in the subject at all and things reached a head causing me to lose my patience with her and threatening to discontinue the lessons as she was wasting both our times. She looked at me with soulful eyes, emotionally trying to flatter me and explained that she was having difficulty in concentrating on her subject because of her health. Since it sounded like a genuine reason I believed her. In the next few months she built on the emotional bond between us and I found it difficult to stop this. I was slowly but inexorably drawn into her spell. 

She was indeed a master in the art of seduction and pursued it with sensuality, wile and cunning. Her purpose of coming over to my place was not for studying but to ensnare me further and satisfy her own plans. She kept giving me desperate looks yet in a shy way which made it difficult for me to make any direct approach. I also stopped taking any interest in teaching her anything. Now we had started meeting each other for another more desirable reason which both of us enjoyed. Since I had a computer with an internet connection she asked me to show her a porn sites that she had heard of from some of her friends. 

We used to spend almost all the 'tuition' time surfing .During this her eyes would be glued to the screen, mesmerised by the sights and sounds of what she saw. My interest grew in keenly observing what she was wearing, not only what was visible to the naked eye but under as well. I would allow my eyes to penetrate her t-shirts or tops to see if she was wearing a bra and what colour or style it was. She always wore either a pair of jeans or shorts. Her sitting so close to me, totally involved in watching the sites increased my desire and arousal and I often had difficulty in hiding my obvious response. I now wanted nothing but to see this gorgeous creature, to feel her, to taste her and to hold her. 

Sometimes I'd get so desperate that I wished she was wearing a skirt which would make it easier for me to slip my hand up her thighs. One day I gathered enough courage to ask her what kind of underwear she wore and to describe this in detail. But she was coy and bashful or was this an act I wondered. Things were now going far beyond my tolerance now and I decided to go ahead with fulfilling my own desires. 

Finally I asked her why she always wore only jeans and shorts and never anything like skirts. I tried to inspire her by telling her that I knew a lot of girls who wore tight fitting tops and short skirts. This seemed to have some effect because she soon started to wear thinner tops and t-shirts through which I could vaguely see her fancy bras in all hot shades. I knew the girl was picking up fast. It was now time for her exam in college which she was not at all prepared for. I suggested that she spend more time with me for 'tuition'. She consented and our 'lessons' became more of fulfilling our desires and wants. We teased each other, spoke in innuendos and enjoyed the effect this had on our bodies. 

One afternoon to my utter surprise I saw her entering the room in a short, translucent black skirt and an equally thin orange top under which I could clearly see a black lacy bra. I knew that this was the day we both had waited for so desperately. 

My hands along with my whole body were trembling in anticipation. Slowly lowering my hand down her lightly hairy neck I reached her thin top to feel a little of her bra. In her excitement she pushed her breasts outwards where I could clearly see her nipples protruding through the garments. I craved for more. She was so nervous that she tightly closed her eyes not daring to see anything. 

She started raising her skirt from her knees upwards exposing half a length of her silky smooth thighs. She was not able to raise it anymore than that so I helped her feel more at ease by not raising the skirt but slipping my hand underneath it instead. She just loved this graceful move of mine. I made her feel that she also had a role to play and was not totally dependent on me. I liberally feasted my eyes on her budding tits (still under cover). Now there was no more waiting. Her cheeks were close to mine and our shoulders were brushing too. I knew she was waiting for me to take the initiative. 

Her hair rolled down over the back of neck making her look more sensual than ever. It was wild and curly and smelled of peaches and vanilla. I massaged her neck for a few seconds and then rubbed her lower her back. I could feel her top dampening with sweat along the back while the sweat from her armpits and breast area was drenching the front. As I ran my hands along the edges of her bra she slowly looked up at me with longing an desire. Her softly curving lips were slightly parted and had a fine sheen of moisture on them. Her pink tongue slightly protruded through small white teeth. Her lips beckoned me to crush my mouth over them and to push my way into her warm, invitingly moist mouth. Sparks flickered between our eyes and we both hugged each other tightly finally letting go of all our inhibitions. 

I bit her ears gently and moved down the length of her graceful neck kissing and nibbling away at her tender skin. Pausing at the base I gently bit her and licked her smooth skin. She arched her body in response pressing it tightly against mine. I was burning in the heat of her steaming hot body and my response was instant. She gasped when she felt my hardness, hesitated for a moment and then pushed and rubbed against it. 

I could feel her breath increasing rapidly as she heaved with her breasts tightly pressed against my hairy chest. I began the unveiling of this sex angel by smoothly slipping her top off getting the first exposure of her fresh buds covered in the intricate designer black lace bra. Her body was so soaked in sweat that she looked as if she had stepped out of a shower. The smell of her sweat was intoxicating and very arousing and I buried my face into her heaving bosom, breathing in the smell and taste of her.

I put my hands on her hips and slowly began lifting her skirt up over her body. Under the skirt her fiery red thin panty barely covered her and through it I saw a dark triangle of hair. I soaked up the adorable view of her gorgeous image. This fresh young girl with her remarkably fair complexion standing in her black bra and fiery red panty. What a sight! 

I helped her undo my shirt buttons with her own hands and then my pants. She saw my distended manhood for the first time, already wet with precum and gasped in shock. I turned her around with her back facing me and undid her bra brushing the straps off her shoulders.

Pushing my hardness against her beautiful cheeks I placed my hands under her armpits and slowly allowed my fingers to move over to cover her fresh buds. The felt smooth and firm and I massaged their tips to further hardness. I keenly waited for the first view of her breasts and then gently turned her to face me. They were perfectly formed, round and firm and topped with tiny sweet pink nipples surrounded by a darker areola. I suckled on them for some time. Then sliding my hands along her waist my hand reached down between her long legs. She was wet and very warm and as I gently massaged her mound she moaned in pleasure and pressed her body against mine. 

I dropped to my knees and slowly brought my face close to her and deeply breathed in the musky sweet woman smell of her. My tongue dug into it gently probing and parting her lips to expose her beautiful, pink, moist canal. My watering mouth and her juices made everything so wet that it felt like being in a warm, sensual pool of love in which I felt I was drowning.



Seduction



She dipped her foot into the warm water. The warmth sent tiny shivers over her body as she lowered herself into the tub. She leaned against the cold porcelain and closed her eyes letting the water take over her senses and soothe her restless mind. The flame from the candle sent flickering light as it danced in the steam emanating from her bath. The bubbles filling the tub crackled as each little one popped filling the room with the aroma of lavender and vanilla, scenting her skin. She could feel the tension in her muscles easing as the warm water caressed her naked skin. She let her hands slide over the soft skin of her arms and shoulders before moving down and slowly letting her hands wander over her small breasts and belly. She could feel her body coming alive under her touch as feeling stirred between her thighs. Letting out a content sigh, she released the plug from the tub and the water began to swirl and drain. She reached for the fluffy towel folded neatly next to the tub and began to pat herself dry. She donned the silk robe hanging on the door and felt the cool, smooth fabric rub against her skin as she cinched the ties at her waist. Going into the bedroom, she lit scented candles about the room until they let off a soft glow that washed over softening the room. She placed one wine glass and a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket on the night stand next to the bed. Next to the wine, she put out a small plate full of soft cheese and strawberries. 

She hung her robe on the edge of the bed and poured a small amount of scented oil into her hands and began to work it into her skin, her hands sliding over the soft curves of her body, her warm skin drinking the fluid. She reached for the negligee that she had placed on the bed before her bath. She slid the black satin gown over her head letting it fall over her small frame. The satin material clung to her breasts and hips accentuating her body, the short hem of the fabric barely graced the top of her legs exposing the creamy softness of her thighs. The gown had black lace trim at the top of the bodice that came to just above her nipples, giving the illusion that if she moved just right you might catch a glimpse of what was hiding underneath. Smoothing the fabric over her hips, she then reached for the black satin panties that were still on the bed. 

She went back to the vanity and began to pin curls around her head, letting soft, red ringlets escape on the sides of her face and cascade down her bare back. She carefully applied soft rouge to her cheekbones and just a kiss of flavored lip gloss to her lips to give them just a hint of blush and shimmer. She admired her reflection for just a moment in the mirror before returning to the bedroom and putting soft music on the CD player. Glancing at the clock, she knew her lover would be home soon. She could feel the anticipation building as she waited out the minutes for him to arrive. 

She smiled as she finally heard his key turn the lock of the door and he stepped inside. She listened as he hung his coat and placed his work things inside the closet. She had left only a small light on in the front of the house and she could hear his foot steps as he went room to room searching her out. When he finally stepped into the doorway, he paused and leaned against the door taking in the sight before him. She was sitting propped up against the pillows lining the headboard. His eyes swept her body and slowly grazed down her long legs to the black heels on her tiny feet. 

She crooked her finger and motioned for him to join her on the bed. He smiled and slowly sauntered over to where she was sitting. He placed his hands on either side of her hips and leaned down and gently brushed her lips with his. His scent was intoxicating as she breathed in the masculine smell of his cologne. His lips were soft and sensuous as they barely touched hers. Removing his shoes he climbed onto the bed next to her. She rolled over to straddle him and placed her hands around the back of his neck before reaching down and kissing him again. She let her lips melt with his, at first kissing his upper lip, then the lower. Her lips parted and she lightly nibbled his lower lip before her tongue traced his warm, wet mouth. She could feel his hunger building as he put his hands on the back of her head and began to kiss her hungrily. The kiss was passionate, like two mouths making love, seeking to know the soft depths within. Their tongues danced together in slow, rhythmic motion, intertwining and embracing each other. She felt his hands move up the sides of her rib cage then back down to her hips. She could feel their warmth beneath the thin fabric of her negligee. He placed his thumbs into the elastic band at the top of her panties and moved her hips in a grinding motion against him. 

Pulling herself back a little she began to plant little soft kisses over his face, her hands moving down to the front of his chest. She gently began to kiss his neck before parting the top of his buttoned shirt to expose his collar bone and made a trail of kisses there. She slowly began to unbutton his shirt, leaving a kiss in each place that his shirt once was. When she had unbuttoned his shirt enough to pull it open to expose his chest, she reached down with her wet mouth and took his tiny nipple into her parted lips, licking little circles around one before moving onto the other. She continued to unbutton his shirt until she could slide it off his wide shoulders. She moved her lips in a soft trail down his stomach until she reached the top of his slacks. Slowly she undid his belt and began to unbutton his pants. She could feel his hardness through the crisp fabric. She let her hands wander to his throbbing manhood and slowly began to caress him through his pants. She felt his hips rise to meet her hands, pleading for more. She unzipped his pants and slid them off his legs leaving him wearing nothing but his briefs. She kneeled over him letting her warm breath tease the sensitive skin of his stomach. Smiling up at him, she began to stroke him through his briefs. She let her fingers wander to his thighs rubbing the outsides before moving to the inside. She would occasionally let her fingers just barely brush his bulging manhood. 

His breathing was quickening and she could feel the moisture between her thighs. She removed his briefs leaving him bare and exposed on the bed before her. She was still fully clothed and could feel her nipples straining against the tight fabric of the bodice. His hand reached up and cupped her breast. She could feel his hands move to her hard nipples as his thumb and finger began to stroke and caress her breasts. She let out a gasp and he lightly pinched her nipples between his fingers before circling each of them with his thumb. Her eyes closed, it was getting hard to concentrate as feelings swept through her body. She took a deep breath. She moved her lips to his manhood and took the tip of his head into her mouth. She flicked the little V at the tip with her tongue before sliding his shaft into her warm, wet mouth. She could taste the pre-cum that had started to escape and she licked the salty fluid. His hands moved to the back of her head as his hips moved to meet her hungry mouth. She let out a small moan as she continued to lick and suck his hard shaft. She could feel his body tighten and knew he was getting close. 

Not ready for the moment to end, she let him slide out of her mouth and moved her body up to straddle his lap again. She could feel him pressing into the soft folds underneath her panties. His hands came up her sides under her slip and slid the negligee over her head, exposing her breasts. He cupped her breast with his hand before pulling her down to him and taking a hard nipple into his mouth. She felt his tongue circle her nipple before lightly sucking the pink bud back into his mouth. 

He slid his arms around her and held her close as he rolled them over so that she was lying on her back with him still between her legs. He kissed her deeply while his hands slid down her sides to her hips then beneath her bum pulling closer to him. He softly kissed the sides of her neck then made his way down her trim body to the top of her panties. He let his mouth graze her mound through the silky fabric. She could feel his warm breath and soft lips and yearned for his touch. He let a hand slide over the smooth fabric his thumb gently touching the top of her clit. He stroked her little nub softly, teasing her with his touch. Finally with his other hand he removed her panties. Her knees were bent and her flower was open for him to gaze upon. He ran his fingertips lightly over her smooth mound sending little shivers down her spine. Her hips arched up to him, pleading for his hands to move lower. He let out a soft laugh and slid one finger to her soft opening. She gasped as he slid his finger inside while his mouth came down on her soft clit as he sucked her into his mouth. His finger slowly slid in and out of her parted lips while his tongue swirled around and around her clit. She could feel waves of pleasure building at her toes and working their way up her body. She loved the way his mouth and fingers moved in perfect unison sending her to ecstasy. 

She wanted to feel him inside her. The need was growing and she couldn't wait for the hard tip of his penis to penetrate her. "I want you...." She breathed. He moved his body up to hers letting his hard shaft graze the softness of her womanhood. She could feel his head parting her soft lips as he slowly slid himself inside her. She loved feeling the fullness of him and thrust her hips to meet his. He began slow and rhythmic stroking, teasing her with every move. She let out a moan as she felt the pleasure mounting. Her body tightened as she let go, letting wave upon wave and pleasure rush over her body filling her with delight and sending goose bumps over her flesh. He began thrusting a little harder and a little faster sensing her release. His own need taking over he felt his climax as he let go of his sweet cream filling her with his love juices. Their bodies rocked together as they slowly came down from their lovers ecstasy feeling complete and satisfied. They lay together cuddled into each other arms, their hands and fingers continuing to caress and love each others bodies. He leaned in and kissed her warmly. She could feel his love on her lips and body, and she smiled.

She leaned over to the night stand and poured a glass of wine. She savored a sip of the sweet fluid before handing him the glass for a drink. She took a bite of strawberry then pressed the fruit to his lips. He closed his eyes and let the juice from the fruit roll down his tongue. She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss, tasting the fruit and wine that now mingled together on his lips. She admired his beautiful body that had the ability to bring her so much pleasure. She ran her fingers through the soft hair on his chest while looking into his eyes. She loved the feeling of his skin under her fingertips. She let her hand wander to the top of his shoulder, then down his arm to his hand where she clasped her fingers around his. She marveled at those hands. She knew their strength and was amazed at how soft and tender they could be. She raised his hand to her lips and kissed his fingers, sucking one into her mouth, still tasting her essence there. He reached out with his hand and smoothed her hair before caressing the side of her face, cupping her cheek in his hand. She placed her hand over his, closed her eyes and smiled. He had been away on business and she had missed him while he was away. She had spent nights longing for his touch, his kiss, his caress...

He gently pulled her face to his and kissed her. His lips were full and soft and his kisses were exquisite. She could feel the wetness starting again between her thighs as his tongue danced around hers. His hand was behind her head and she could feel his passion stirring as his lips became greedy, tasting her, teasing her. She wanted to be consumed by him, fully engulfed by his body. She loved feeling the fullness of him inside her as they became one, sharing the most intimate part of themselves with each other. 

His free hand came to rest on her hip then slowly slid around to caress the small curve of her bum and began kneading and caressing her flesh. He took a finger and pressed the tiny dimple on her bum. He had always told her how much he loved that little dimple and his fingers always made their way to the little indentation. He pulled her body on top of his as both of his hands went to the smooth skin of the small curve of her behind. He firmly grasped her cheeks and pulled her more tightly to him. She could feel his masculinity pressing into her soft womanhood. She let out a content sigh as he maneuvered her into a grinding motion on his hard body. With one hand he pressed against her belly, moving her into an upright sitting position. His hand slowly rubber her belly and then worked their way down to her smooth mound. His thumb found her little nub and began to stroke the sensitive skin while his other hand began to move down the crack of her behind, lightly spreading her cheeks. She could feel his manhood pulsing against her most sensitive place while he continued to work his magic with his hands. Her soft lips were throbbing as she yearned for him to take her. She could feel her pleasure growing as he continued to make little circles around her clit with his thumb. She could feel his finger against her backside as he gently pressed against her tight little opening. She felt just the tip of his finger penetrate her from behind. Her body shuddered in delight, nearly sending her over the edge! He worked his finger in slowly, giving her body time to adjust to him before going a little further. 

She was consumed by the sensations his hands were creating. She rocked hard against his body, his thumb still teasing her little nub while his finger continued to explore her sweet little bum. She couldn't wait to feel him inside her! She reached between her legs to his manhood and slowly guided him to her soft wet spot and slid him in. She made little grinding circles against him while his fingers continued to tease her incessantly. 

She began an easy thrusting motion on his hard body, sliding herself up to just the tip of him before guiding herself back down his hard shaft. The finger at her backside matched her rhythm with little in and out motions. The sensation was delightful and she felt like she was about to explode with pleasure! With her passion building, she began to rock against him harder, wanting the feel of him deep inside her. His hips met her every thrust while he continued to tease and please her with his hands. Her body was quivering and she was ready to cum. Just at that moment he plunged his finger deep inside her from behind and sent her body reeling with ecstasy. Wave upon wave of pleasure went crashing through her body, creating the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She could feel her juices escape her and flow onto his hard shaft. She was breathless as she felt his own body tightening with the anticipation of his own release. She felt his hot fluid fill her body as he ascended his own orgasm. Their juices were sticky and sweet as they melted together between their legs. He pulled her close to him, both of them spent from their love making. Finally she rolled off him and snuggled into his chest before drifting off into a content sleep, as they lay nestled together in each others arms.



Seduction



Special thanks to GW66 for his kind help and for everything he did for me. Thanks also go to my friend for ideas and to Magicheart for help.

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Just imagine, you come home late from the office and your wife or girlfriend is fast asleep; or you wake up in the morning to go to work and you are in the mood for sex. So, when you feel like getting it on and your girlfriend or wife is sleeping what can you do?

Whichever way you decide to go about it, always watch her reaction to your moves. If she seems disinterested then don't push her. Have some patients and don't get frustrated.

Feel her out. Hormones build up overnight during sleep, which makes some people quite horny during the night or first thing in the morning. However, things like morning breath and grumpiness can turn some women off to morning sex. It's up to you to know your partner and what she wants. Remember if she's snoring, STOP.

If you do manage to wake her up slowly and comfortably, you stand a good chance of getting some sex. Here are some tips to help you.

Light Some Candles 

The flickering of candlelight might wake her calmly. It will be a nice surprise for her when she does. Another alternative could be to turn on some night lamps. Or if you have dimmer switches you use them as well.

Aphrodisiacs 

The candle could have a light vanilla scent or any aroma that is pleasing to the senses. This will fill the room with a pleasant aroma that might wake her up and put her in a good mood.

Soft Music 

Put on some soft music in the background. Make sure that it's not too loud it will be a rude awaking. Try something slow and romantic or the best thing would be to play her favorite songs.

Soft Caresses

Caress her thighs, stomach, and then move on the/her breasts. You don't want to start off by touching the/her breasts. Work your way towards them. Take your time, don't rush. Be as slow and gentle as possible. 

Kiss Her- One of the most important actions a person can do.When she starts responding to you, start by kissing her neck, then move on to her face, all the time use butterfly kisses, soft and gentle all the time. When you feel the time is right, gently but firmly turn her on to her front. Kiss the back of her neck, as before slow gentle kisses, most women like having the hairs on the back of their neck gently touched or kissed then move on to her ear lobes. Use some discipline that means no teeth and no tongue action! If your wife or girlfriend is fully awake and responding to how you want her to, then it is time to take things further.

Take off any outer layers she may be wearing on the top half of her body. You may need to caress her while removing her clothing, do so gently as always, but listen to her, if she wants more then give her more.

When she is topless start kissing the back of her neck again, if you think she likes it, then gently blow on the back of her neck, most women like that feeling, but you should know if she likes it or not.

Kiss her shoulder blades and in between, gently lick and kiss you way down her back. Take your time, by this point she is hopefully as horny as you are. When you have reached bottom stop there, move her back onto her front. Sit back and admire your wife or girlfriend. Let her see how much you love her and desire her and let her see the lust in your eyes.

Gently kiss her eyes, her nose. Go back to her ears; show her that you love all of her features. Slowly move over her face, down her neck, then, gently kiss her lips. Women really do respond to this.

Let her know how much you desire her by allowing your kiss to speak for its self. If she responds by wanting the kiss to deepen and then do so, let her take control for a moment.

She is probably waiting for you to continue your journey down her body, don't let her wait too long. Go back to your kissing of her neck and collarbone, with gentle kisses work your way down and across to her chest, by now if all is well she will be breathing faster and her nipples will standing up waiting for attention, keep them waiting a little longer.

Move your kisses between your wives or girlfriends breasts ignore the nipples that she will be asking you to touch, keep moving downwards. Move past your partners breasts, no matter how tempting they might be.

Start kissing your partners stomach area, circle around her belly button, while doing this why not caress her breasts, reach up and stroke and caress, don't squeeze! Most women don't like that! When you have covered her upper body in kisses, finally move over to your partner's breasts, caress them, gently lick the erect nipples, and gently take them into your mouth. If she asks for more then do so, nibble he breasts if that is what she likes, but always soft and gentle. You are here to worship her make her understand this.

Her Hair

Run your hand through her hair very softly and play with it. Make sure you don't pull her hair, this will spoil the mood. Lightly give her a scalp a massage. 

Whisper

Lean in and in a deep romantic voice tell her what you want. Keep your words romantic. Call her by name. Tell her that she's sexy and you want her. If you have been with her for a while you should know which words will turn her on.

Panties

Start by rubbing her pubic area over her panties. If she responds in a positive manner (which includes moaning, her body in a welcoming position, or spreading even more) place two fingers under the elastic. Don't head to the moist areas just yet. Just lightly rub the outer lips and then proceed to slide her panties off. You have to do this at a snail pace. 

Ride Up

Turn her over on to her front and press your front against her back and touch your erection against her body so she can feel it. Then contract it. Hold her from behind in a spooning position. This should send a not-too-subtle message that you are ready for love. If you are lucky, she should respond.

Going Oral

First, spread her vagina lips to expose her clitoris with your fingers. Then lightly lick it. Don't lick it too hard until you are certain she is aroused. This will incite different reactions from different women so you must be responsive to her. After you have gently licked her for a minute or so, start doing it a little harder and more conclusively. You will know if she is ready for you. But let her tell you; don't just accept she is ready.



Seduction



When you lick your lips and look like you're about to take my cock into your mouth, or raise your eyes at me through half closed lids and look abashed through your lashes. Or sway your hips in your "just fucked good" way. Or curl your foot under your calf and jut your hip, raise your torso to pronounce your curves.

These are nothing. Just your little ways.

You lean forward with your arms folded so your cleavage all but spills out everywhere and open your eyes wide into a little girl look of naivete. You finger bottlenecks and candles and slide your palm down to the base of a glass with your hand wrapped firmly around.

Just your everyday self.

These things are nothing for me. Every woman has them, tries them, does them. When you tell me your deepest secret desires and dreams, that's a beguilement I'm unable to avoid.

Will you decide, when you see me tonight, to attempt to make me want you so very much that I will suddenly grab your wrists, pull you to the couch and over the arm? To yank your shirt over your head and down your arms, twist it so the wrists are tied above your head and tie it with my own to the leg of the couch? Will you try to make me tie your legs to the sofa legs so that your ass is in the air over the arm and your tits hang down where your arms are stretched out and your neck arching when I touch you or make you want to squirm -- if only you could?

Will you run your finger along your lips, suggestive of the way you might suck my cock or even how you might finger your pussy lips open for me? Make me want to fuck your dripping, steaming opening, ram my hard pole in and out of you while you push and try to buck against me?

Will you turn your hips, just so while sitting on the cushions of the couch? Exhibit for me, the curve of your waist as it moves from the soft slopes of your thighs to the firmness of your stomach and the pillowy fullness of your chest? Will you jut your tits ever so slightly towards me? Even subconsciously, these things you know will tempt me. Make me think of something new to surprise and delight you.

Your skirt rides up and you flash your thighs even as I think of shoving the cloth up your back, yanking your panties down and exposing the smooth orbs. Your fingers even trace little circles on the top of your knee while you talk with me in a dance of rhythmic enticement.

I want to hold those fingers between my own as they splay with agony and abandon. As your back arcs in immoderate indecency, thrusting your ass at me as hard and as fully as you are capable of within your bounds. Thrashing and straining, your cunt grasping and clenching. An agony of struggle. And then you cum.

A violent bursting. As you scream and flail, my own eruption matches your intensity and vicious, base need.

"Oh my fucking god!" You say. There is a collapse, a deflating that happens after the maelstrom. It is deceptive.

You would sleep. I could untie you now and walk you upstairs and gently place you onto our bed. I could hold you sweetly as you drift along into delicate chaste dreams. For a few hours.

Then you would wriggle closer. Press the tenderness and the warmth that is your flesh into me and draw me inside. My arms sighing around you as your breasts succumb to my chest and my very skin sinks into yours, merges with your heart. More and further you would draw me as you first press, then insist yourself into my body and my sleep. I'll waken and take you. How could I not? It would be more true to say that I would be taken. You would have your way.

Knowing this, knowing that you would have that in store for me. The loss of rest and the denial of sanctuary for my wearied corpse, I keep you tied and sagging against your bonds. My hands move up and back upon your firmness. Slide to the soft and fragile places. They travel the paths between your graceful neck and shoulders to your ankles.

They bring you sighs and moans. Gasps and ooohs. They bring a scream of surprise when they slap your bottom. A gushing of liquid follows and more slaps after that. You're back awake.

Your ass is red with waves of heat pouring from it when my lips touch it. my tongue flickers in a cooling motion as it moves soothingly but unhaltingly toward the moistness between your thighs.

You're tugging now at the shirt holding your wrists. There is a frantic lust in your scuffling that tells me you know what is coming. Torment you call it. Sometimes torture or agony.

The grappling gets more adamant as my breath touches the light hairs and it makes me pause and question you. "Do you want me to stop? I could let you loose?"

An answering moan. "You know I don't. I just can't..." Your voice trails off.

You used to say "I can't" often. It was almost a mantra for you. A barrier. A way to keep yourself safe from your needs and desires. Your darker, corrupted self. Every now and then it still slips out.

Your arms are stretched out as far as they can and still be -- not comfortable -- but not in continuous ache and hurt. When you twist and tug and yank, the shoulders ache and let you know that you should stop, but otherwise you could stay this way for several hours. A fact not lost nor unappreciated by you.

Your legs are stretched just as though they were wearing three inch fuck me pumps. You can feel the cords of muscle running down your calves, but again, it's not unreasonably tight or hurtful and you feel as though it may last hours. It certainly seems as though that is the intention.

That's what makes you say "I can't..." The thought -- no, the knowledge -- that from the time I bring you to the edge of orgasm to the time you get release may be more than you can bear. It's the amount of time between foreplay and consummation that has reduced you, in the past, to a begging, sobbing, pleading mass of flesh. That I can do this to you both makes you want me more and fear me going too far.

There's an edge to our relationship you wonder at even as you know you could have it no other way. And what is your part in this? Is it just that I do this to you and take you where you've never been, pass your borders and make you someone new? Am I driver here? The one who causes this?

Even as you squirm and wrestle with your bounds, so does your ass also push out in little circles. Your flesh present for attention. Your neck arcs and your back arches. You display your breasts in a way that exposes the stiff and wanting nipples to me. To my touch. To tease my craving.

Your luscious lips open enough to tantalize. Your tongue taunts me. Flickers in and out in provocative exhibitions. The same way you enticed me tonight. You placed yourself before me as temptation. Made me want you. Charmed and lured me until I could do no more than grab and take you now! Unable to wait even for the routine of bedtime, the wine and chat and holding hands. This is not mine. This was your beguilement.

Thinking this, with my cock ramrod stiff and aching to pound inside your smooth wetness, the pressure of need and hunger urging me, I reach out and take one of the proffered nipples between my fingers and pinch it enough to provoke a scream of anguish.

"You can't?" I ask. In my softest, most polite voice. You can tease and flash and be as alluring as any woman, but as you get what you want and ask for, you say "I Can't..." Oh no. That won't do at all.

My cock brushes the side of your breast as I move in closer. "What do you mean?"

The fingers of my free hand slide along the skin of your back. They dance across muscle and soothe the sinews. You sigh despite your distress.

"I can't..." You begin again. "Unnghh." My fingers have pinched your nipple again. Your mouth opens and closes. And again. "Please." You whisper finally and your head sags against the bindings. Your cheek comes to rest on your arms where they have been pulled out toward the opposite end of the couch. I see your hips sink into the cushioned end they held up by.

Your ass is pushed up even further by the release of tension. An even better positioning for me to shove my pole in your sopping hole. My hand wanders down onto the firm globes. Squeezes. One then the other. I want so very much to walk behind you and fuck you. Like a bull in heat. Knowing nothing but the rageful pounding and imminent release of need. I tell you this and you squirm to provide me an even better view.

Instead, I slip my body under your arms. Work my lap underneath your hanging head. My cock knows the lips there and leaps for joy! But my hand holds your hair. A full fist of it. lifts your head and brings your lips to mine. Those twin temptresses.

I nibble them and suck them one after the other into my mouth. I lick the width of them and kiss them -- both hard and soft. They are full and fresh. Soft and sweet. They are a summer rain light and misty and a spring gale for me.

"So, my love. What is it that you can't?" I ask. My voice is but a husk. A stage whisper heavy with sex.

She responds with the same voice. The same rough hewn whispery tones. "I can't take it. I can't do it." She shakes. The last came out more as a sob.

"Oh?" My tone softens. "What can't you do?"

"I can't..." She begins and it turns into a scream as my hand finds her nipple again. "Aaah". Then a moan as it weighs her breasts. Sets them one and the other into my palm and feels them. Completely knows them. Loves them. She has a rhythm to the moans now that tell me she is ready to give in.

"Tell me, love." My voice, on the other hand, is soft and gentle. The bull is being held for now. "What can't you do? You've never not done what I ask of you. Even the times you were so sure you could never do such a thing, you still did it. More than that, you loved it. Every bit of it." My hand squeezes more firmly around her tit, my fingers press around her nipple and she gasps in response. A breathtaking gasp.

It turns out she can do it. Just as the other times, she can again do what I ask of her. This night, she gasps out how she wants me to make her cum. With shuddering and tears of need and desperation, she tells me how she wants my cock sliding in and out of her mouth until she begs. How she wants it stuffing her, filling her cunt. She wants me to release that bull to rage inside her, thrusting and churning and pounding her with a fury borne of hours of deprivation and frustration.

It turns out she can tell me exactly how it will feel when I take her until we both crash insensate. It takes her hours to tell it. Hours spent writhing and wriggling, begging and crying. Shivering with her nerves flayed open and pleading for release.

It turns out the seduction wasn't her petty teases, but the story of her need. The tale of her desire and oh how I was taken.



Seduction



It's late and you're at home, sitting in your executive spinny computer chair with no light other than the glow of your laptop screen...it's raining outside and you're vaguely aware of the sound while you're working late, trying to make your looming deadline.

I quietly enter, using my key, wearing a long, black, belted coat. My dark hair is damp. I soundlessly remove my high heel shoes and set them by the door.

You are unaware of my presence and I move towards you, my perfectly manicured feet padding soundlessly across the wood floor. As I walk I untie my belt and slip off my coat, revealing my super slinky red dress. When I finally reach you I don't say a word, I put my hands on your shoulders and knead your tight muscles.

You stiffen momentarily, and then relax a little, exposing your neck to me so I can rub the stiffness away. Your head is tilted to the left...but instead of rubbing your neck my hands move down your chest and I begin to unbutton your shirt. As I do this I lean towards you, whispering "hello handsome" in your ear, my warm breath makes you begin to tingle. I nibble on your ear, starting at the top, slowly working my way down to your lobe, while still working the buttons on your shirt...

I'm moving slowly, and finally the last button has been worked free. I'm now kissing your neck...down the right side...letting my tongue linger on your hot skin. You turn your head slightly towards me, your eyes half closed, and you breathe in my scent, a combination of perfume and shampoo. You lean towards me to meet my lips with yours but I shift out of your reach. I stand up, spin you slowly towards me, lock my eyes with yours, and lean in slowly, intently, a small smile curving my lips. I close my eyes at the last second and cover your lips with mine. I push your shirt open to reveal your shoulders, chest and torso...while my tongue plays over your lips, alternating with softly biting your lower lip. Your breathing gets heavy...

You try to pull me close to you but I resist... I break the kiss, locking my eyes on yours again, trailing the fingers of my right hand down your chest, down your belly, and hook my finger in the band of your pants.

I get down on my knees, still holding your gaze, and run my hands slowly back up to your shoulders, first trailing up the sides of your body and back over your chest, then slowly tracing back over the path my finger took before. You close your eyes and your head drops back, resting on the back of the chair...

Once my hands have found their way down past your belly I unbutton your pants with a flick of my wrist. I slowly unzip you, your breath catches in your throat, and you're hard and pulsing. I wrap my hand around you, squeezing gently. Your eyes are still closed, your breath heavy, your hands gripping the armrests of the chair. There's nothing separating you from me. I stroke your tip with my thumb, feel you throbbing...

I lean towards you and run my tongue up the length of you, starting at the base, lingering over the tip, then run my tongue back down. I repeat the upward stroke, and then take you in my mouth. Shallow at first, sucking...bobbing my head, each downward motion taking you deeper and deeper until the entire length of you is in my mouth and you're touching the back of my throat.

The rhythm starts slowly, getting slightly faster with every stroke. Every few seconds I come up for air and scrape my teeth over your sensitive tip. You've moved your hands from the arm rests and have your fingers entwined in my hair. 

You're starting to lose control, you're close to the edge, but I still have plans for you...so I slow down...you're protesting but I'm having my way.

One final upward motion, and I linger, sucking you for one second more, wrap my hand around your length, and slowly pull you out of my mouth. I rise up on my knees and pull my dress over my head. There is nothing between it and me. I fling it away from me and lean back into you. I wrap my hands around your wrists after I place you between my breasts, then I slide up the length of your body, skin to skin. 

You open your eyes and meet my gaze. My lips touch your jaw, my teeth scrape over your stubble, and then our lips lock as I straddle you. I don't take you inside me just yet, I tease you just a little first. I masturbate you for five seconds, and then rub the tip of you against the heat of me. I am slick and starting to throb in anticipation of having you inside me...but I still wait, savoring the heat and the building pressure from your sensitive skin rubbing against mine.

Finally you can't take any more. You take the power away from me, thrusting deep inside of me. I can hear a guttural sound, deep in your throat as I gasp and cry out at the unexpected pleasure...of feeling you fill me. We're fused together, you thrusting harder and harder, me rocking against you, I can hardly breathe.

Our momentum has moved us to the edge of the chair. You stand up, I wrap my legs around you, and you carry me over to the rug. You pull out of me; I'm whispering for you to stop pulling away, begging you not to but you continue. You place my ankles on your shoulders and enter me again, hard, making me cry out in both pleasure and a little bit of pain. You steady the rhythm and I writhe on the floor, unable to reach you with my hands. My chest is heaving, I'm gasping for air, my fingers are trying to grip your legs, you're slick with sweat and I can't. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my bottom lip. I'm breathing your name; it's a mantra inside my head.

You pull out of me again; you lean over me and ravage me with your lips. I say your name out loud, I breathe it into you. I'm wound tight as a spring; I need you to touch me everywhere. You rise back up, run your hands over my breasts, down my sides, over my belly and down along the insides of my thighs. You touch my heat gently with your knuckles as you travel. I shudder, that slight touch like fire burning through me. You run your hands back up my thighs and then you stop with your hands over the tops and your thumbs resting along the crease where my leg meets my pelvis.

You slide your right arm under me...and flip me over on to my stomach... then lean in and kiss my left shoulder...you trail kisses up my neck and into my hair.

You rise up on your knees again and position my hips so that my right leg is straight and my left is bent at an angle, giving you access to enter me from behind.

You wrap yourself around me and enter slowly, slowly gaining momentum until the rhythm is fast and furious. We're both struggling to hang on to the last threads of control. You're moaning, but it sounds more like a growl, and I'm almost crying. The pleasure is intense, it's almost too much. We're both desperate to hang on while at the same time praying for it to be over, we're both near insanity. You've had your hand squeezing the nipple of my left breast but you stop suddenly, leaving me feeling both bruised and desperate for you to continue.

You slide your hand down my belly and your fingers find my clit. You stroke it and the dam breaks, I'm falling, crying out, I can't make sense out of anything, the only awareness I have is of the pressure in my head and the sensations flowing through me in waves. 

It's too much. I need you to stop and I wrench your hand away. You continue to thrust, almost at the peak of what you can take. I reach around, take your balls in my hand, and squeeze. Fireworks shoot behind your closed eyelids and you cry out. Not words, but sounds that are almost feral. You thrust into me one last time, then stay tight against me. I feel you pulsing inside me as you come. I feel your heart beating against my back. I feel you breathing; your face is next to mine, your head resting on my neck. We both try to catch our breath. 

Finally, after what seems like long minutes you pull out of me. I start to move but you stop me. Your right arm is tucked under my right side and your left arm is circling around me. You hold me close and whisper that you aren't ready to move yet. We lay like that for a long while...until we both fall asleep.



Seduction



The two women were standing together. Very closely together. The more curvaceous, older, darker haired one was standing behind the slimmer blonde. She had her arms around her. Her full breasts were just brushing the blonde woman's back, her tummy was touching the pert bottom. The more curvaceous forty four year old was holding the wrists of the slimmer twenty one year old. Not tightly but with a firm grip. 

"One of the most important things with the golf swing is the takeaway," the older woman explained. "It has to be slow and smooth like this," she went on pulling the blonde's arms backwards.

Emma had never felt anything quite like it. It was as unexpected as it was powerful. As she gave her friend Sally's daughter Sammi a few tips on golf she suddenly had such a surge of sexual feelings that her entire body seemed to shudder. It was also quite embarrassing for she was sure that it affected her voice and in the way that she may have pressed her breasts and stomach rather more firmly against her the attractive young blonde than the demonstration of the golf swing required.

Sammi was a little surprised that her mum's friend was pressed against her but put it down to what she was trying to show her. Even though she felt her friend's ample breasts pushing into her back she thought nothing of it and concentrated on the slow smooth backswing that Emma described.

They hadn't known each other very long, just a couple of months. But since Sammi had opened the café and high quality food shop near to where Emma lived in London's East End, not too far from where the Olympics were due to be held in 2012, they'd become ,quite close friends. They had met as Sally worked on getting the shop ready. It was next door but two to the Victorian town house where the divorced Emma lived with her daughter. They'd chatted and Sammi had invited Emma to the grand opening. As it turned out it wasn't that grand for very few people turned up. 

Since the opening Emma had got into the habit of popping in most days as a break from her freelance work at home to have an espresso or cappuccino. As this was usually mid morning between the breakfast and lunch time busier periods the place was often a fairly quiet and hence the two women could chat easily and, as the weeks passed, they got to know each other fairly well.

Sammi was in her late thirties, a little younger than Emma. Unlike Emma, Sammi was happily married with two children Sammi, who was twenty one and was the reason Sammi had married so young, and her son Henry who was ten. Her Husband, Liam, was a successful businessman with a very high powered job with a major oil company. They lived in Highgate, a trendy part of London, and had a live in nanny that enabled Sammi to devote herself fully to her business. She'd started it because she felt too dependent on Liam and because, since leaving Durham University with a solid 2:1 degree, she'd never really worked or achieved anything, or so she felt. 

Emma had found herself telling Sammi about the successful business that she and her ex had run and that led onto her, unusually, relating many of the details of her marriage break up to her new friend. She told Sammi how he had cheated on her to the extent that it became unbearable and they parted some five years ago and were now divorced. She didn't, though tell her about how both prior to her marriage, during it and since it ended she'd had affairs of one sort or another with a series of other women. Well that's not the sort of thing one woman tells another is it?

Sammi had responded by telling Emma that she'd had a couple of affairs and that although happy in her marriage things were certainly not all they might be in the bedroom. She didn't though tell Emma that she and Liam hadn't had sex now for almost three months.

Sammi came from a moneyed, very middle class background as did her husband Liam. Her father had been a successful banker in the era before the wide boys took over that industry. She glided through her boarding school career doing well at most subjects and sports. University was taken for granted and there she also excelled. 

However, her whole conditioning, really, was that she'd do the education bit but then she'd settle down, marry well and do what middle class ladies do best, breed children. It hadn't occurred to her to question that and the thought of rebelling had never entered her mind. That is until recently. The past three or four years had seen her undergo a radical change in her thinking and outlook.

It had started with sex. Liam's drive seemed to wane over a period of a couple of years and Sammi often wondered if he was having an affair but quickly cast such thoughts from her mind for he was very straight laced. She put it down to the murderous hours he worked and the travelling schedule his job demanded. That and the frequent entertaining of clients he had to do kept them apart a lot and something had to give. And that something was her sexual satisfaction.

Even now, three years later, when she looked back on the times with Barry she could hardly believe it had happened. She'd never been unfaithful to Liam before, never really even thought about it. So to go from that to having a full on affair with, of all people, a carpenter joiner was a quantum leap for her. Barry was building some cabinets in their study. Beautiful cabinets made by hand by him. Like many such true craftsmen he worked slowly, after all perfection can't be hurried can it? So Barry spent many days in their sprawling Georgian, house in Highgate. They got to know each other well with him impressing her with his intelligence and free spirited attitude to life. He was eloquent, extremely well read and great at crosswords. Sammi had been trying to do the Times crossword each day and, although not too successful, she was persevering, after all she had all the time on her hands to indulge that. 

She took to asking Barry for answers and that led to them sitting down each day for coffee doing it together. That meant them sitting close together and that led to them talking about life in general. That led to him asking about why Liam was never around and that led to her opening her heart to him. And that led to him fucking her. And that led to her first affair.

The first time was traumatic for her. Traumatic, guilt inducing, a little demeaning but bloody wonderful.

And that led to them having sex twice or three times a week for almost a month.

At first the guilt and the sense of betrayal of her husband was hard for her to take. But she got used to it and soon she even found it quite exciting to have her secret from Liam. That made her second and subsequent affairs so much easier. 

Her other rebelliousness from the confines of her "happy marriage" was the setting up of the café and delicatessen. She felt she was at last doing something herself. Something where she wasn't bathing in the reflected glory of her superstar husband. So she'd become freer, more outgoing and willing to try new things. Hence, when her new friend Emma had made some subtle remarks about being bi, Sammi had gone along with them and one afternoon the pair of them ended up in Emma's bed making love. It happened a few more times very quickly, before they established a routine whereby they could have sex a couple of times a week, usually in Emma's house in the lull between lunch and early evening rush. It was fun and excitement for both of them as opposed to anything heavy, deep or much more meaningful than pleasurable sex.

Sammi, Sammi's daughter, was at a private college studying drama and stage production so during the long summer break she helped her mum out a lot firstly getting the shop ready and then serving in it. She was beautiful, so Emma thought. She had her mother's blonde hair and slimness, but her father's piercing blue eyes. Where her pert, b to c cup tits came from Emma couldn't guess; certainly not from her mum who had A cups at bestr.

"I've just taken up golf," Sammi announced one day, "You play don't you Emma?" "Avidly," Emma replied.

"You any good?" 

"On my good days, I'm very good and on my bad ones I'm terrible," she smiled. "But that's the lot of most golfers, even the top pros."

"I've had a few lessons from a guy I know at college and I love it."

"Great," Emma said, "why not come to my club, we'll hit some balls on the driving range and then do a few holes."

They made a date for the following Monday afternoon which was always a slow time after the lunch rush. They both took their own cars to the course dressed in their golf clothes. They hit a few balls on the driving range Emma being quite impressed with Sammi's swing although she could see a couple of faults that she was sure she could help her friend's daughter overcome quite easily. Emma had been having lessons on and off for some time and she was sure that was a main reason why she'd managed to get her handicap down to a very respectable fifteen. Lessons and playing two or three times a week since the divorce.

As Emma put her arms around Sammi to demonstrate the takeaway part of the swing the furthest thing from her mind was anything sexual, young women were hardly her thing. Thus the surge of sexual desire that hit her was as surprising as it was powerful. Emma had been with numerous women including Sammi's mum. All, though, had come about either, from circumstances or, by an advance from the other woman. She'd never started anything and in fact had never looked at a woman in the cold light of day, as it was, and thought anything sexual about her. And most certainly she'd never felt anything like this before. 

Yes she'd had feelings from other women. Very strong feelings. Feelings so powerful that those other women had given her orgasms. But never had she experienced the sensation of wanting to seduce another woman as she'd been "seduced." She'd never been the predator or the hunter, no she'd been the prey, the hunted. True, she had to admit, the hunt hadn't needed to very long. She wasn't, she knew, that elusive a prey and she hadn't fought that hard to "escape." 

She managed to put it out of her mind during the few holes of golf but at home that evening, after her fourteen year old daughter had gone to bed and she was sipping a glass of dry white wine watching an episode of Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here the memory of it came back to her.

She couldn't think of any reason why it had happened when it did. Sure Sammi was stunningly attractive. She had just above the shoulder, blonde hair, tanned, glowing skin with freckles on her chest and shoulders, deep, blue eyes, gorgeous lips and a slim but nicely rounded body with pert boobs and a tight bum. 

"That was great yesterday Emma, when we going to play again?" Sammi asked when Emma went into the café for her coffee the next day.

As Emma looked at her and heard those words it happened again. She was worried that she'd blush at the thoughts that went through her mind as the young woman leaned forward, her elbows on the counter cradling her chin. Emma climbed onto one of the high bar stools. She smiled and muttered, 

"Whenever you like Sammi," as her eyes looked right down the front of her dark blue tee shirt seeing the outline of her neat breasts in the white bra. God how she wanted to slide her hand in there and caress those tits.

"Are you ok Emma?" Sammi asked putting her hand on Emma's wrist an looking herv right in the eye a little, knowing smile on her face.

"Yes, yes I'm fine thanks love, just a bit of a cold I expect," Emma mumbled loving the feel of the fingers on her skin. Sammi took her time moving it.

Sammi was surprised at how Emma had suddenly changed. She'd seemed her normal self when she walked in but had suddenly become hesitant, her voice had tightened and she was nowhere near as talkative as usual. She put it down to the cold and busied herself with Emma's coffee and pain au chocolate. They chatted away as Emma managed to pull herself together and put her naughty thoughts and the view down Sammi's blouse out of her mind although she was thinking.

"Fuck, did she see me looking?"

Over the next couple of weeks the feelings kept returning when she was with Sammi and Sammi, when she and Sammi were having sex and when she was alone. These were sometimes the most powerful when she was getting ready for bed and several times she found herself with her hands between her legs and on her full breasts masturbating with visions of Sammi in her mind.

As her mind tortured itself with how she could pluck up the courage to make an advance to Sammi and indeed whether she should, so it recalled how Toni had done that to her the night her marriage ended. Sure she was vulnerable. Upset and distraught at having ended her marriage she was weepy and sensitive so that when Toni had cuddled her Emma had felt warm and comforted. She'd felt a little secure and wanted after feeling so alone and discarded when her husband left. And when Toni had run her fingers through Emma's hair as they'd sat with their arms around each other so her body responded. As she imagined herself doing that to Sammi her thoughts returned to the way that Toni had lifted her face up and the realisation had hit Emma that they were going to kiss. As she recalled those kisses and the first light touch of Toni's hand on her breast so it was Sammi's lips against hers, Sammi's body that was in her arms and Sammi's breast that was being caressed by her, not hers by Toni.

As Emma masturbated slow and very languid lying naked in the middle of her bed so she thought of how Toni had gently and tenderly undressed her and she visualised doing that to her new friend. As her orgasm started to rise the combination of how Toni had made her climax so tenderly and beautifully so many times during that sensational night of love and sex merged with her imagining herself doing that to Sammi.

In the cold light of day, though, Emma's thinking was different.

"She's only fucking twenty one, a mere kid."

"What would she want with and old hag like me?

"How could I possibly fuck the mum and the daughter?"

Smiling as she got dressed she thought "Together wouldn't be a bad way."

That thought gave her a jolt in her stomach like a a kick of a mule. A threesome with a mum and daughter? How fucking sordid was that, she conjectured feeling a little disgusted with herself, but nevertheless excited by the idea.

Sammi had mentioned just after they had met that twice a year she went with Liam on business trips. In the summer it was to North America, usually New York, Dallas, Houston and LA and in the winter, just after Christmas, to the Far East. They had just left for their three week USA visit. Their son had gone with them, but Sammi had opted to stay at home. "I'll keep an eye on the business mum."

"Oh shit, look at the bloody rain," Emma said as she and Sammi huddled together in the doorway of the inside tennis courts in Victoria Park. They'd arranged to play after the lunch time rush in the shop. The weather was fine when they had strolled the few hundred yards to the courts, but now there was an incessant downpour. It looked very much as if it was set in for the rest of the afternoon and evening. 

"What'll we do?" Sammi asked smiling, "We'll get soaked through in just our tennis gear."

"Buggered if I know," Emma replied wondering if they could get a cab but knowing that at this time they were almost impossible especially in the rain. 

"It's only a few hundred yards," she went on, "I guess we'll have to make run for it to my place. You up for a run Sammi?"

"I suppose we'll have to," the blonde said resigned to the fact of getting wet, "At least it's quite warm."

"Come on the let's do it."

It would have been quite a sight for any onlookers or would be voyeurs as the two stunningly attractive women jogged alongside the park as they made their way towards Emma's house. Both in short skirts, Sammi's pale blue and Emma's pink, and thin, white tops that rapidly became almost see through, their bare, tanned legs were quickly soaked and glistening from the rain. Their hair was quickly plastered to their heads and, as they ran, their breasts, particularly Emma's spectacular D cups, bounced and jiggled very alluringly and their bottoms wiggled most attractively, the short skirts blowing in the wind and showing their thin, wet panties

"Phew that was bloody awful," Sammi said as they went into the house, along the black and white tiled entrance hall and into the kitchen.

"I'll make some tea and we'd both better get in the shower quickly or we'll catch our death of colds," Emma said, busying herself with the kettle, tea bags and mugs, trying to avoid looking at the dark shadows of her friends daughter's hardened nipples that were so evident through the thin, soaked top.

"God we must look awful," Sammi said as they walked up the ten steps to the mezzanine floor where the two main bedrooms were located. She glanced at Emma and was surprised at how large her breasts looked now that the wet top was clinging to them almost like a second skin. It accentuated their fullness and clearly showed the outline of her bra and her large upright nipples. They reminded her of her friend at uni, Stephanie. She also had large breasts and was the only woman Sammi had had full sex with. Of course, like most girls her age, she messed around with her mates, dancing erotically at clubs, holding hands and occasionally having a snog, but it hadn't gone much further until Steph.

"Here you go," Emma said showing Sammi through her daughter's bedroom and into the en-suite bath and shower room. "There's plenty of towels and there's some shampoo in the shower. Where did you leave your clothes when you changed before we went out? Oh there they are," she went on seeing Sammi's blouse and jeans on her daughter's bed alongside the small hold all Sammi had brought with her. "So when you're finished just come down to the kitchen and we'll order the Chinese, ok?"

In her own shower, naked, it took all of Emma's resolve not to masturbate. Seeing Sammi in the tight, thin, soaked top had brought back all those feelings and desires that she'd, just about, managed to control recently. But she didn't masturbate and, feeling slightly light-headed, she finished showering and washing her hair, dried herself and got dressed in a pair of jeans and baggy shirt, that she wore outside the jeans with three of the buttons undone. She went down to the kitchen, made the tea and took the two mugs back up stairs. Knocking on her daughter's door she called out, "Are you decent in there Sammi?" her heart pounding as she visualised her friend naked.

"Yes, sure come on in," Emma heard through the closed door. She gulped when she went in and saw Sammi just in her blouse and pale blue panties about to slip on her jeans.

They smiled at each other as Sammi said, "Wow that's much better Emma, thanks, it's a great shower. I didn't bring a clean bra with me I'm afraid and the other one got soaked."

Emma said quite thickly she thought, "Well I can't help you there Sammi, I think mine might be a little large." She looked meaningfully and really quite innocently at her friend's small pert boobs as she added, "Here drink your tea to keep the cold away," 

Sammi looked up and beamed a big smile as she said, "Gee thanks mummy, I feel like your daughter, the way you look after me and being in Sara's room."

Emma could hardly tear her eyes away from the blonde who was standing there totally unselfconsciously, the blouse on, but undone, most of her boobs on show, her jeans around her thighs so that the rest of her body and the pale blue panties were all exposed to her gaze.

"Well you'd better behave yourself then otherwise I'll put you across my knee and give you a good spanking as I do to Sara when she's naughty," Emma laughed. 




Seduction



"Yeah I bet," Sammi smiled back adding, "Look do you mind if I dry my hair before we order the Chinese?"

"No, not at all," Emma replied, "in fact as you're my surrogate daughter I'll dry it for you as I do Sara's if you like."

"Oh sure that'll be great," 

"Ok then, as the Bishop said to the actress, come into my bedroom young lady," Emma replied far more lightly than she felt for her temperature had rocketed and her heart had started pound immediately she'd gone into her daughter's bedroom.

She sat Sammi down in front of her huge dressing table with the large mirror and stood behind her with the hair dryer in her hand. The view in the mirror was amazing, even though Sammi had pulled her jeans up and had fastened a few of the buttons on her blouse. By being higher than Sammi Emma could look down and see into the front of the blouse and down Sammi's cleavage. She could see the swell of each breast and the outline of each nipple. 

She took the blonde hair in her hands and started running the locks through her fingers as the hot air wafted over them drying and setting them. The hair was a golden, corn colour and probably natural, Emma thought noting there were no dark roots. It was smooth and glistening, lustrous and soft and the sensation on her fingers was electric. As she ran her fingers through Sammi's hair and stood so close to her that her tummy occasionally brushed against her back so Emma was becoming increasingly agitated by the surges of sensations running through her body. 

Sammi, though, appeared not to be affected for she was chatting away nineteen to the dozen about the tennis, getting wet, her mum's café and how they should play golf again soon. She was, though, enjoying the feelings of her mum's friend touching her hair. Always a fairly tactile sort of person she revelled in the closeness and the way that her fingers seemed to not only linger on her hair, as Emma pulled it straight so she could dry it but also, as her finger tips frequently brushed against he scalp. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations.

"How's things at college," Emma asked.

"Oh same as usual, a bit boring and lots of work."

"Must be tough, all those budding actors. No boy friend Sammi?"

"Nothing regular, I'm a bit of a love 'em and leave 'em girl, I can't settle down."

"Best way I guess, but it must be fun being with actors."

"It is, but most are quite a bit older, some in their thirties and forties."

"Oh dear," Emma replied, "Well you'll just have to get yourself a toy boy won't you? How about one of those dishy coaches at the golf club?"

"Now that is a good idea, perhaps we should get one each, what d'you think Emma, you line me up with a golf coach and I'll get you a budding actor, you up for it?" Sammi said laughing but not completely joking about the idea.

She had for some time been thinking that she should settle down a bit and perhaps get a steady boy friend. The sheer frustration she felt practically every day and the feeling of disappointment at how that side of her life didn't work when the rest did so well was awful. She had no desire to get married or have children, but she didn't like the casual sex, the one night stands and the sordidness of fumbled gropes and stolen caresses at clubs and parties. She was quite calculating and pragmatic about it. She recognised the great pleasures and satisfaction she gained from sex with Stephanie and that worried her that she might be becoming lesbian. So she needed sexual satisfaction from men as well, hence the boy friend idea.

Emma was pretty much off dating. She'd had a small succession of men since her marriage break up but had found the charade of the "getting to know them as they worked their way towards getting her to bed," sort of ridiculous and almost laughable. Although she knew that she needed the sexual relief that the three or four affairs she'd had provided her she found the dating rather tedious so had pretty much stopped. But she had her occasional lover. She had a companion, or a fuck buddy as the Americans termed it who gave her the relief when the extremes of her frustration got too much. 

"Brad was her "toy boy," she often joked to herself for he was in his late twenties and Australian. She'd met him when she'd hurt her back playing tennis. He was a physiotherapist in a local practice. When he'd massaged her she'd had the most amazingly erotic thoughts, even to the extent that she'd imagined that on one of the upward sweeps of his hand up her thighs it wouldn't stop and would plunge into her lips that she was sure had dampened. Of course it hadn't but after the third appointment when he'd chatted her up she'd found herself accepting his invitation for a drink. It hadn't taken more than a couple of weeks before they had sex. And that had happened every couple of weeks or so for the past few months. So a couple of days after that time with Sammi when Emma was laying in the narrow bed in Brad's small flat and his head was moving down her body her thoughts were on Sammi not him. It was her face she saw in her mind moving between her legs, her hands gently easing her thighs a part, her fingers slithering around her soaking lips. And yes it was Sammi's tongue that she visualised herself receiving as Brad, more roughly than any woman, shoved his right up her cunt. 

What with being tired from her exertions at tennis, her body glowing and being nicely, warm from the hot shower and the lovely feelings of Emma's hands on her hair, Sammi had gone into an almost trance-like state. She was so relaxed and felt so comfortable that her mind seemed to drift off as she revelled in all the dreamily wonderful feelings. It hadn't quite registered with her but Emma was no longer really drying her hair but was more stroking it. She just couldn't resist it. The feel of Sammi's hair on her fingers, the intimacy of drying another woman's hair and the view in the mirror of her young friend's half unbuttoned blouse was getting to her in a way she'd never experienced before. 

It hit Emma then. It suddenly registered with her. The realisation smashed into her mind and erupted through her body that she wanted to "pull" Sammi. That she needed to try to take this further. To see whether her young female friend would and could become more than that. To find out whether she was feeling the same sensations and emotions that she was. She recognised that she wanted and needed to try to seduce her. Not only had Emma never done that before but also, she'd never, ever even had such a thought before.

In her almost dreamlike state Sammi was suddenly pulled back to consciousness by hearing,

"You have such beautiful hair Sammi."

"Er, um, do I Emma?" Sammi said as her mind cleared and she looked in the mirror. She saw her mum's friend's eyes boring into hers. She saw her breasts lifting and falling and she saw that Emma had stopped drying her hair and was just running it through her fingers.

Emma couldn't tell just what the look was she saw in Sammi's eyes. She couldn't tell whether it indicated anything other than that she was enjoying her hair being dried. She couldn't have for Sammi didn't know. Sammi didn't know what she was thinking. She knew that she was loving every minute of this but why she was and why she felt so relaxed on the one hand, but strangely slightly excited on the other, at what the older woman was doing, she had no idea. 

She didn't even think about what she was thinking but she knew what she was feeling. Well not exactly knew, not to the point that she would have been able to clearly explain it. For what she was feeling was exactly what she'd felt when she used to see Stephanie at college, what she felt with the boys an men with whom she had made love and, she had to admit, what she felt more and more when she was alone with her mother Sally. And that made her feel guilty and a little ashamed of herself. 

"Was she becoming so sexually frustrated," she thought, "that she could imagine that her mum's good friend Emma was arousing her? That the good deed she was doing in drying her hair could have sexual undertones for her?" She tried to blot such thoughts and feelings from her mind, but she couldn't.

"Well that's what going to a good hairdresser does for you," she said as lightly as her emotion affected voice could say it.

Emma stared into Sammi's eyes as she let one lock of hair slip slowly through her fingers. "Was that some form of emotion in her voice?" she wondered. "Some form of expression in her eyes other than the normal one of friendship?"

"Yes Sammi," Emma started very slowly looking deeply into her eyes in the mirror, "I've always thought you had lovely hair from the first time I met you," she went on letting her fingers, almost unconsciously slip from Sammi's hair onto her bare shoulders where the neck of the blouse had slipped back revealing a wide patch of freckled skin across her shoulders. 

Emma rested her fingers there as she paused to pluck up her courage before adding, "in fact Sammi I've thought all of you is lovely ever since I saw you."

The touch of Emma's fingers on her bare skin was like an electric shock to the younger woman. She hadn't felt anything like it since Stephanie had kissed her in her Mini as a prelude to then caressing her breasts. It made her shudder and sent shivers of such intensity through her that she worried that Emma might notice. Struggling to control her voice she replied softly.

"Well I've thought the same about you Emma. You're beautiful and have such a lovely figure and gorgeous hair."

As their eyes met again in the mirror and as Emma pressed slightly more firmly on Sammi's shoulders they heard.

"Hello mum, I'm home."

Emma quickly pulled her mind away from Sammi and shouted out brightly.

"Hi darling, I'm up in your bedroom, come on up."

Emma's daughter came bowling into the room just after Sammi, who was feeling enormously guilty about her feelings, had rapidly done up the buttons on her blouse. Sammi and Sarah knew each other and the three of them chatted with Sara explaining that she hadn't stayed as late as she thought she was going to due to a teacher being ill. 

Emma also felt guilty at what she'd been contemplating about her friend and very relieved that nothing more had happened. "I must be far more careful" she thought to herself as she told Sara that they'd all be having take away Chinese soon.

"Great. I'll get on with my homework the fourteen year old girl said brightly, "See you in about an hour then."

"Will it be ok Emma if I shower and change at your place before we go?" Sammi asked a couple of weeks later.

"Of course luv," Emma replied her heart leaping at the thought.

Along with Sally who was still in the States, they'd been invited to join one of Sally's female customers at her hen night in one of the late night bars in Docklands. The Saturday of that coincided with some remodelling work being done in the café restaurant and Emma had offered to help Sammi with the clearing up and moving of stock.

It was dusty and quite hard work moving the stock around before the men turned up to extend the bar and the seating area for customers. As they were working the two women had to move quite a lot of stock down to the stockroom. 

Emma was continually getting little shivers of excitement as she and Sammi brushed against each as they worked closely together. She'd tried very hard and had been quite successful since the hair washing incident to control her feelings and put trying it on with Sammi out of her mind. 

"After all," she'd thought, "what if I get it wrong and try something and she is revolted by it, after all she is young enough to be my daughters and I have no idea whether she has any bi tendencies at all. If I get it wrong, I lose her as a potential lover and Sally as a good friend and an actual lover."

But Sammi asking about showering and changing had brought back all those feelings and desires. "No I'll just have to be resolved," she told herself, "it's ridiculous."Sitting at the back of the room watching the two young workmen finishing the job of enlarging the bar Sammi said,

"There you are Em, we talked about both getting toy boys, what about these two?" Emma smiled for she hadn't told Sammi about Brad. "Not bad candidates for it Sammi, are they?"

They both looked at the twenty something reasonably good looking, well built blokes as they stretched and bent in their tee shirts and tight blue jeans.

"Not bad at all but a bit close to home I think," Sammi replied referring to the fact that they were employed as maintenance men in Liam's company and he was fiddling their payment.

"Pity for they've both got great butts," Emma smiled as the two men packed up their tools and left.

"Quite a day I feel knackered."

"Well you're not used to manual work are you what with all that writing?" Sammi replied adding, "But thanks ever so much for helping."

They were sitting on two bar stools with another between them as Sammi said that and they both looked at each other.

"No problem luv, I was happy to help," Emma said her eyes holding Sammi's gaze as those feelings of desire reared their head inside her. Sammi leaned forward, her small breasts pressing against the thin top she was wearing and pressed her hand on Emma's arm. "It's wonderful to have such a friend," she said softly.

It was all Emma could do not to take her in her arms. How she stopped herself grabbing Sammi's hand, pulling her towards her and kissing her she didn't know so strong was the urge. 

"Yes, yes Sammi, yes it is," she blithered moving her hand away. "Well come on we'd better finish off and get ready for our big night hadn't we?" Sammi immediately saw the change in Emma's manner and was concerned that she'd given the wrong impression. At that moment she'd felt so close to her mum's friend and hadn't known what had come over her. She realised that she'd wanted to touch Emma and that concerned her. "Christ she'll think I'm coming onto her," she thought. But that wasn't what she'd meant for her gesture had been pure friendship, well she thought it was but had some doubts.

They stood up facing each other as Sammi said,

"Christ I do feel tired we've worked so hard today haven't we, thanks again Emma."

"Not at all and yes I'm bloody bushed as well, pity we're out tonight I could do with a quiet night in couldn't you?" Emma replied

"Yes I could do after all that exertion but we don't need to stay long do we?

"No I guess not and in any case they probably wouldn't hardly notice if we didn't go so lets just pop in for quick drink shall we?"

"Sure, but sod it we must look a real sight. Look at you all dirt in your hair from the cellar." Emma reached out and pulled the cobweb from Sammi's golden hair.

"Bloody hell," she smiled looking right into Sammi's eyes, "I suppose I'll have to dry your hair again won't I?"

"Yes mum" Sammi laughed back quite looking forward to the prospect.

At Emma's apartment they had a cup of tea and chatted about how successful the day had been and how good the café now looked.

"Mum'll be able to seat another twenty people at any time and at lunchtimes that'll make the money roll in," Sammi explained as Emma mulled over in her mind what she was going to do. 

All day long the urge to take things further had kept rearing up in her and she'd fought hard to control them particularly when they were so close together so much of the time. Almost touching quite often. But she was so inexperienced in such things and so worried of embarrassing herself and upsetting Sammi by doing anything. "What a fucking conflict?" she thought to herself.

"Well I guess we'd better start getting ready" she said standing up and clearing the mugs away, "that is if we're going to go. Do you still want to?"

"Actually not particularly but I guess we should put in a quick appearance shouldn't we?"

"I suppose so," Emma said a little wearily, "come on then let's have our showers and I'll dry your hair," pausing before adding with a laugh, "Baby."

They walked off to the two bedrooms laughing at their little in joke.

In her own room, Emma felt the tension building up in her as she undressed and went into the shower. It wasn't just the tension that was building for her whole body was tingling with arousal. Her breasts felt as though they were unusually heavy and full and her nipples, that she noticed in the mirror, had hardened into two acorn-like lumps, were aching. As the warm water cascaded over her and as her hands rubbed the soap over her body she also felt excited, nervous, apprehensive and concerned. At what she was thinking and at what she hoped she'd have the pluck to try. At what marvels lay ahead if she had the pluck and was successful, and at what disappointment and embarrassment if she tried and was rejected. 

At that moment as she dried herself she had the utmost sympathy for men who had to contend with this sort of conflict all their lives.

She didn't wash her hair for she'd done that this morning and she hadn't spent much time in the dusty cellar. She simply put a few pins in it with the plan to brush it out after she'd dried Sammi's hair when they'd both get dressed to hit the bar. Slipping into the silk and lace, black thong and black net bra that provided her with the modest support her D cup boobs required but hid none of their attractions for it was totally see through, she picked up her robe. It was silk and had a tie at the waist. The lustrous, turquoise material clung to her body showing each womanly mound and curve. The cool, smooth material felt sensuous on her body and that simply added to the arousal she was now continually experiencing.

Having washed her hair, Sammi dried herself with a big fluffy towel and ran that over her hair quite looking forward to having it dried by Emma. She was also feeling little tingles in her body but put that down to the closeness and sheer friendship that existed between them. There were no thoughts in her mind similar to those going through Emma's for the idea that her friend might be interested in her for more than friendship hadn't entered her head. 

Sammi, with her extremely limited experience of female to female sex just didn't think that way. But then few women do, do they? No few think that way for few have had the wonderful experience of intimacy with one of their own gender. But those that have tasted those pleasures with another woman do think that way. They think that way for usually they have such a wonderful experience they wonder why all women don't try it. 

"Yes, come in Emma," Sammi said as she heard the knock on the door. "I borrowed the robe you suggested," she went on as Emma walked in the hair drier in her hand,

Sammi had slipped on the thin, white, cotton robe Emma had laid out on her daughter's bed and as the older woman came into the room she was pulling it round her and tying the belt around her middle. Emma wasn't absolutely sure, but thought that as she watched the robe going round Sammi she was naked under it. That made her heart beat faster and just added to the nervousness that was pervading every part of her mind and body.

She dried Sammi's hair just as she had before taking her time running it through her fingers more caressing it than drying it. Sammi experienced the nice, relaxing feelings that she'd had last time and once more she felt as though she was, almost, going into a trance. She was sitting on the dressing table stool and Emma was standing close behind her. Very close, as close as she had on the golf course when the darker haired, older more voluptuous woman had first felt the powerful feelings for the blonde, younger woman, her friend and lover's daughter. At times Emma's tummy brushed against Sammi's back and the back of Sammi's head occasionally pressed against her breasts. These sent even more shivers through her.




Seduction



"Have you ever had a scalp massage?" Emma said softly, now becoming more and more determined to push things as far as she could.

"Yes I did once at a health farm, it was great," Sammi replied.

"Like one now?" Emma asked her voice tightening at the prospect.

"Oh yes please mummy," Sammi smiled her eyes catching Emma's in the mirror and seeing an odd expression in them. A sort of intensity, she thought.

Emma's fingers felt wonderful on her neck and on the back of her head as they gently but firmly massaged her. Sammi closed her eyes letting the lovely, relaxing feelings wash over her. Slowly moving up the girl's neck, Emma revelled in the sensations of part massaging and part caressing the soft flesh of her neck before moving onto the hard bones of her scalp. She applied sufficient pressure so that it was like a massage but not so much that Sammi would have been unaware that her head was also being caressed.The combination sent ripples of pleasure through the blonde who let her head fall back a little so that as Emma stroked and caressed, massaged and rubbed all over her head it pressed quite firmly against the lower parts of breasts. Feeling that, Emma couldn't resist pushing herself forward a bit so that the pressure on her breasts increased. Was Sammi aware of what she was doing? Did it register that her head was pressing against Emma's boobs? Did it occur to her that the older woman hadn't moved away and, in fact had returned the pressure? All these thoughts and more were rushing through the older woman's mond as she continued her 'massage.'

"OK Sammi?" she asked very quietly.

"Oh yes, Emma, it's wonderful," Sammi breathed back loving the feelings and drifting even further into the trance that her friend was creating. 

She momentarily wondered at what was happening to her for as well as the pleasing feelings that she felt from her friend's fingers on her head she was also experiencing other sensations. And they worried her. They made her concerned about herself for she thought that she was feeling the first tingles of a sexual arousal and that just couldn't be right and proper, or so she thought.

Emma went a little further than a scalp massage should for she was now, once more, attending to Sammi's neck. It was long and slim and as her hands ran up and down it she felt a strong urge to lean forward and kiss it. But it was too soon for that. Instead she ran her fingertips quite strongly a little way along the muscle that runs from the centre of the neck by the spine, out along the top of the shoulders.

"Wow Sammi you're so tight here," she said.

"Yes I'm always getting little aches in that muscle," Sammi replied opening her eyes and looking at her friend as she went on, "I guess its just stress and tension isn't it?"

"Yes probably," Emma replied pressing more deeply with her fingers. "Tell you what Sammi I can give you a massage there and get rid of that a bit if you like."

"Really? I didn't know you could massage?"

"Yes, my sister taught me she did a course on that and aromatherapy," Emma lied quite convincingly. "Hold on let me get some oil we'll soon relieve that tension."

Returning from her own room with a bottle of Boot's baby oil Emma stood behind Sammi again.

"Just let me pull this back a bit I don't want to get the oil on it," she said as she took the neck of the robe in her hands. Pulling it back and to onee side as she watched in the mirror she saw it slip open a little so that more of each of Sammi's boobs were revealed together with most of her shallow cleavage. The view was fantastic!

Pouring a little oil onto each hand she slid her fingers along the freckled skin easing the it into the muscles from Sammi's neck to her shoulders. Pressing quite firmly with her thumbs as she'd been shown she worked the oil in with her fingers finding the fibroids that built up there. They feel a peanuts. 

"Mmmm that's good," Sammi sighed enjoying the feel of the thumbs pressing quite deeply into the muscle.

"Good, we'll soon get rid of that tension Sammi."

"I can feel it going already."

"What causes you to have such tension Sam? You're young, you doing well at college, you've got wonderful parents, they're well off and you must have loads of the boys after you,

"Hmmm probably the last actually."

"Things bad are they?" Emma asked her fingers now not pressing quite so firmly.

"No changes really I just don't seem to be able to settle down with a guy.."

"How do you mean?"

"Well I meet someone and we get on well, but there's always something missing so we drift apart again."

"I see, well we're all a bit like that."

"I guess so, but you don't have trouble finding men do you?"

"I have my moments," Emma smiled at Sammi in the mirror, her touch lightening as their gazes met. 'She looks so much like her mother,' Emma thought envisaging both of them naked.

"But I go ages without someone and er, well you know."

Emma got what she meant.

"Yes I do, frustration can be awful can't it?" Emma said softly

"Yes, it's rotten."

"Oh dear, luv, that must be awful," Emma said her hopes raising at the way the conversation was moving.

"Yes it is," Sammi went on feeling able to tell her mum's friend such intimate details of her marriage.

She opened her heart telling Emma that she was so confused by sex. When Emma asked what she meant by that, Sammi had told her that she didn't think she a high sex drive, for when she was with a guy she would resist him for ages, but then when she was apart or didn't have a boy friend she felt continually frustrated. She toyed with mentioning Stephanie, but felt she should draw the line somewhere. As open and as liberal as Emma was, she was older and from another generation where messing around with girls was not as accepted as it was with Sammi's age group. She did, though, tell Emma that she hadn't had sex with a man for over three months. Whilst that was literally true it did ignore the fact that she had been in bed with Stephanie a couple of times in those momths.

As Sammi had been 'pouring her heart out' Emma's touch had lightened even more. It was now little more than a caress along the muscle. Also as her thumbs dug, just slightly into it on the top of her shoulders so Emma's fingers were draped over Sammi's shoulders slightly down her chest. Thus, as Emma's hands went from the centre and out and then back again so the tips of her fingers fluttered across Sammi's chest just inches above where the swell of each breast began. This and the chat about her friend's love life were arousing Emma even more but was also strengthening her resolve. Now not just from a salacious viewpoint but also because she felt sorry for her young friend.

"Men," she snorted, "I sometimes think we'd be better off without them."

As her hands slid across the tops of Sammi's, so now they went further outwards. Further so that each time they came up against the collar of the robe. Further so that on each touch of that they pushed the cotton a little further along the slim shoulders. Further so that as they pushed it the neck moved and the lapels down the front parted more and more. Just a little further now, Emma realised, and the thin cotton would slide down Sammi's arms. She so badly wanted to do that. But dare she?

Sammi felt odd yet relieved that she'd now told her older, wiser and so understanding friend about her problem. Somehow getting it off her chest and sharing it with made her feel better. It made her feel closer to Emma. As she was saying about the three months she opened her eyes to see the reaction on Emma's face. She saw her friend looking at her quite intently in the mirror and they smiled at each other.

"Well I know how that feels Sammi as I went without sex for over seven months once and I get very little now," the older woman smiled.

"Oh you know Emma I just sort of feel irritable and het up all the time, it's the frustration I guess."

Sammi saw that the front of the robe had gaped quite a bit revealing most of her small boobs but didn't feel the need to adjust it, after all we're close friends aren't we she thought? Emma also saw that. She saw Sammi's boobs, she saw the hint of her pink nipples and she saw that her friend hadn't covered herself up. A sign perhaps she wondered, and hoped.

As Emma was looking at Sammi's breasts so their eyes caught in the mirror. Sammi clearly saw her looking at them and Emma knew that. Sammi felt something inside her. A rush of warmth, a little tingle. Their eyes still locked Emma felt the same thing but far more powerfully and she murmured.

"Oh Sammi you have the loveliest breasts you know."

Nobody, let alone a woman had ever said those words to her before and Sammi didn't know what to say. That a woman, her mothger's friend had uttered them made her feel confused, a little embarrassed and tongue tied.

"Oh, er, have I Emma? Well thanks," she mumbled coming over hot and feeling a little shudder run through her.

"Oh yes you have luv," Emma said very thickly her hands resting on the neck of the robe that was, just about still on the joints of her friends shoulders. She continued, "They're beautiful" as slowly her eyes not leaving Sammi's for one moment she slid her hands down her friend's arms taking the material with them and fully baring the younger woman's breasts.

Sammi looked at her reflection almost transfixed. "She's taking my dressing gown off," she thought to herself feeling a strange calmness. It didn't seem wrong or inappropriate as she watched the material folding around her tummy and sliding down her arms. She didn't feel that anything out of the ordinary was happening as she saw it slide off each of her breasts. And she didn't for one moment think of stopping her friend or doing anything at all as her small, coral pink tipped breasts were reflected at both of them by the mirror.

Emma didn't know what to do. She had no idea how Sammi was taking this and she couldn't think how to push it further. They both stared at Sammi's bare breasts for a moment or two then slowly their eyes met and they held each others gaze.

"Oh Sammi," Emma whispered.

"Oh Emma," Sammi whispered back the tension between them heightening by the second as they simply continued to stare at the topless vision in the mirror. 

Emma's hands were sill resting on Sammi's arms where she'd pushed the material down. They were on her elbows, just inches from the bare breasts. Sammi saw her friend's hands, saw they were almost touching her breasts, saw that they were just resting there. And then she saw one move. She saw one leave her elbow, saw it move across her body and she knew just what was going to happen. Her womanly instincts or something told her exactly where that hand was going and what it was going to do. She knew that her mother's friend was going to caress her breast, she just knew it, knew it without any shadow of a doubt. And it didn't seem wrong. It didn't seem naughty or inappropriate. And it didn't make her feel guilty or worried. No, it felt right and proper, it felt appropriate and it didn't make her feel bad or guilty, it made her feel wonderful for she knew that it would feel good. 

Emma had gone onto a sort of auto pilot after she'd taken the bold step to push the arms of the robe off Sammi's shoulders. She stopped thinking and just let her instincts take over. So without worrying at all about the consequences she bared her friend's breasts and joined her in gazing at them for what seemed an age.

And then, still working on instinct with her hands feeling as if they were being guided, by some other force than her desires Emma saw one of them stroke across the swell of Sammi's left breast. Just softly. Just the back of her fingers and nails on one hand. It made Sammi's body jerk. The sudden jolt of sensation made her back straighten and push against Emma's full breasts. The combination of the back of her head, which was still tingling with pleasure from the massage, on Emma's breasts the hand on her boob was very powerful. A small whimper escaped from her lips as both she and the other woman watched the hand grasp the entire breast. Watched as it stroked it, cupped it and fondled it.

"Oooooooo," Sammi sighed leaning back more firmly as she saw the other hand move to her other breast. "Emma, Emma," she breathed.

"Oh Sammi," Emma whispered back the sensations rushing from her hands throughout her body as she fondled the young woman's. "Is this OK Sammi, is it?"

"Oh, I don't know, er yes, no. I can't say Emma," Sammi garbled back, her entire body being taken over by such strong feelings.

Sammi watched totally transfixed, as both hands cupped and gently squeezed her breasts. She watched as they fondled them as a number of boys and one other woman, Stephanie had. She saw them stroking her and she saw Emma's head move forward until her lips reached her head. She saw and felt all of that. The softness of her older friend's hands and fingers on her flesh and the gentle lips on her head. The sensations were many and varied and they roared through her. 

Emma felt Sammi responding. She felt her body stiffen not, she hoped with repulsion. She heard the gasps slipping from her mouth and she felt Sammi's head push back against her mouth. She kissed the golden hair and the scalp she'd just been massaging as she gently caressed the breasts that had been in her mind so frequently of late.

"Oh, ooo," Sammi whimpered as wave after wave of changing sensations washed over her. She didn't know what to think or feel. "Another woman is touching my tits," she pondered knowing that she was liking it and accepting it for she wasn't resisting. "She's caressing me, Emma, my mother's friend is stroking my breasts" she recognised knowing that she was already responding to it. "Oh God how has this happened?" she asked herself aware that even as she thought that she was pressing her boobs against Emma's hand. She also realised it was what she wanted, it was what she needed and it was what she had imagined being done to her many times, but not in her wildest dreams had it been Emma who she had visualised doing it. Only two women featured in her wildest dreams doing that and they were Stephanie and she hated and was revolted to admit, her mother. Emma was flooded with relief, joy and extreme sexual arousal at how things were going. Sammi's breasts looked and felt every bit as wonderful as she'd visualised them in her mind and her acceptance so far of the advances made Emma think that perhaps they would make complete love.

"Oh Sammi," Emma whispered standing upright again, "You're so beautiful, I've thought about you so much." They're eyes met again in the mirror and they simply looked lovingly at each other

Sammi was confused by what was happening. On the one hand it seemed as though it had just happened yet on the other it was almost as if it had been planned. She didn't know whether perhaps she'd caused it, for she'd been having those tremors of arousal as Emma had dried her hair, or whether Emma had. She just didn't know. But what she did know was that what Emma was doing to her was so exciting and the last thing she wanted was for her to stop. 

All the pangs of her frustration were surfacing and her friend was helping her fight them and, she felt, would probably help her overcome them. She watched Emma's hands slide down her front and looked at them as they fumbled at the tie of the robe. "She's going to undress me, I'm going to be naked in front of her," she thought almost as if she was watching a film and it was happening to someone else.

Emma was whispering, "So beautiful Sammi, so wonderful, your figure is amazing. I want to see all of you. Can I darling, can I see you beautiful body?"

Emma had been seeing absolutely no resistance from her friend and she'd become bolder and had, without really thinking, decided to push things a little. Slipping the tie undone she looked at Sammi whose eyes she saw were watching her hands. She slowly opened the robe and slid it down Sammi's back until her lovely slim, naked body was reflecting back at her from the mirror and the robe was hanging down from the stool where Sammi was sitting on it.

"You really are so beautiful," she breathed, "So slim, so young, so perfect and so adorable." 

Her eyes roamed down the yopung body taking in the almost totally flat stomach, the pertly, pointed pink tipped boobs and the lithe thighs stretching away from the little triangle of blonde hair.

"I'm not like you, though Emma," Sammi said softly, "I don't have the figure you have."

"Oh but yours is fabulous," Emma breathed.

"And so is yours Emma."

Feeling even more encouraged by the response, Emma looked right into Sammi's eyes in the mirror as her hand found the bow on the tie of her robe. A pull and a quick shrug and her silk robe fluttered to the floor.

"Yes Emma, yes," Sammi breathed seeing her friend in the black bra and thong, "You are beautiful." Although being slightly fuller, Emma's breasts dominated figure was quite similar to Stephanie's and Sammi felt a little tremor go through her as she thought of the pleasure that would shortly be hers from Emma's delicious looking boobs.

"Stand up darling," Emma said pulling at Sammi's shoulder and making her stand in front of looking into the mirror.

The two women were then standing together. Very closely together. The more curvaceous, daker haired, older woman was standing behind the slimmer blonde. She had her arms around her. Her full breasts were just brushing the blonde woman's back, her tummy was touching the pert bottom. The more curvaceous one was holding the breasts of the slimmer one as she said.

"Sammi I want to make love to you."

The words crashed into the blonde's mind. They hit her so hard. They were such dramatic words. Almost unthinkable that they were being said to her by her friend. They were outrageous words but, somehow, they didn't seem wrong. They didn't shock her or worry her. No, to Sammi, who Emma had been priming all day just for this moment, they seemed right and completely proper.

A little whimper came from her mouth as she leaned back against her friend's soft and yielding body. A little sigh escaped from her mouth as she felt the full, soft breasts pressing into her back. A low moan slid out as one of Emma's hand slid down her body until it was touching her mound. And then in the mirror she saw her lips forming a soft.

"Yes mummy, please make love to me."



Seduction



We met in a hotel room, our respective partners knowing nothing of what was to occur, a chance meeting, an animal desire.. This describes our lust for one another from each persons perspective.

I'll start off by gently kissing your neck, all over. You'll moan at my touch. We'll kiss, and I'll put my tongue in your mouth, and swirl it around yours. The time will come where lust will take over. I'll trace a hand down your back, and slickly undo your bra strap with a single hand. Your tits will fall out and i will devour them. Your nipples will be hard already, and sensitive to my touch. i will twist one and suck on the other, you will be in heaven.

...

As I moan gently at you playing with my very erect nipples, my hand is running up the inside of one of your legs, skimming the bulge in your trousers, my hand runs back down the inside of your other leg, I can now feel a throb down below that I go to touch through my knickers but,

...

I have beaten you to it; you open your legs instinctively to give me better access as I rub my finger over your opening. Your lips are swollen and part easily for me as I probe with my index finger into your pussy. You are wet, very wet, coating my second finger as it too joins the first in your pussy. Removing my hand you gasp but I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste you. My cock is now straining to get out, and is searching for your pussy. 

...

We keep kissing and I'm still rubbing a nipple as I return between your legs. All thoughts of stopping this have gone, I touch your clit and you explode into orgasm. I then suck your tongue, tasting my juices from it, my hand wanders back up your inner thigh where I stroke you through your trousers, feeling your excitement and hearing you gasp as I unzip you and slide a hand in to stroke you through your boxers, I hesitate for a second or two, teasing you, before releasing your cock from your boxers and feel your solid cock with my hand, reaching underneath to stroke your balls, feeling your pre-cum with my finger I then taste you and then begin to stroke your big solid cock.

...

I don't just want you now, I need to have you. It's gone by caring about others, animal lust has taken over. You bend down and lick the head of my enlarged cock. It throbs in your hand. I push my hips forward and you deep throat my cock. Warm and wet, just like I know your pussy will be. You squeeze my balls and continue to give me an amazing blow job, I pull away, knowing that I'm close, I want to cum inside you, not in your mouth.

...

I feel how close you are to climax, I stop abruptly and look at you, we both know what we want, at that I slide my panties to the side, lie you back and straddle your enlarged solid cock, sliding my pussy over your cock it slides in so easily because I am so wet, I writhe on top of you.

...

Your pussy feels amazing, so much better than your mouth. You lean forward and feed me one of your tits, which I devour, your big nipples easily filling my mouth. You move on top of me, lifting your hips up and down, my cock moving in and out of you. We get faster and faster, but I want you from behind. You lean over, your huge tits hang free, I grab hold of both of them and my cock finds your pussy,

...

You slide in so easily as my juices are flowing, you slide in deep, just how I like it, but you stop. I am loving the feeling of you deep in my pussy. You pull out completely and slide back in. we get a slow rhythm going, you stopping every so often to rotate and me feel your cock deep in me.

...

I coat my index finger in your juices and slowly push it into your ass. You cry out in both pain and pleasure. I move it in and out in time with my thrusts, and this drives you wild. Your juices are running out of your shaved pussy, and you are close to cumming. I can feel you tighten round my cock as I fuck you deep, but I pull out before you cum. I want you on your back. You know it, and lie with your legs spread wide inviting me in. You grab my cock and move your hips so that the top two inches enter your pussy. I thrust hard and fill you completely, and you wrap your left leg around my back pulling me deeper into you...

...

I wrap both my legs around you, pulling you deeper and you change position slightly so that you are rubbing at my g spot..I am at this point caressing my own tits, licking the solid nipples and you lean forward to share this with me, our tongues flicking my nipple. You then lean back and I move my legs to your shoulders. You hold my ankles and fuck me deep and hard.

...

It's getting too much for me, this amazing experience, you tighten round my cock as you approach orgasm, increasing the friction and bringing me close. I want to pull out and come over your tits, but the instinct to cum inside you is too strong, my balls start to rise and the blood to my cock increases making it bigger and stronger. You sense it and reach for my balls massaging them and sending me over the edge. The first pulse is strong and my cum enters your womb, you feel it and cum with me.

...

I want to feel your cum fill me as I feel your final hard thrust and you let out a sigh, I shake as I cum, feeling your cum deep inside me, you then pull out and I lick your cock clean of my juices, we kiss for a while and I go to the bathroom to turn the shower on.

...

My cock had softened, but I watched you walk to the bathroom and heard the shower running. A smile came on my face as I thought of you lathering up, and my cock twitches as if it knows what's to come. I walk into the bathroom and see you leaning back against the wall scooping my cum from your pussy. This amazing sight has me fully hard again, we kiss and you grab my cock, wanking it slowly. You move away but still hold onto my throbbing member, pulling me towards the shower. 

...

As you step into the shower beside me, I am stroking your now hard cock, slowly, teasing the tip with my wet hands. We kiss gently our tongues probing each other's mouths, you reach down to my wet pussy and Instinctively I raise my leg to allow you easy access, I then get down on my knees, still having eye contact I can see the need in your eyes as I lick your cocks hard length and stroke your balls. I then take your full length in my mouth and I hear your moans of pleasure.

...

The water drips down on us, and your tits look so inviting, your mouth is amazing, and you kneed my balls as if to squeeze all the cum from them. Now I am in heaven, I thought I could last longer , but you're swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip of my cock, and wanking it with your hand. Your tits are made for tit wanking, you smile and cupping your tits around my cock, begin to wank me slowly. It's is completely lost between your huge tits, and I know I want to cum all over them.

...

Sensing that you may come soon, I lick the tip of your cock as my tits wank you, you spray your hot cum over my tits and lips, you kneel down in front of me as we lick my tits clean of your cum...we kiss again, tasting your cum, I finger my now very wet throbbing pussy then place it between our tongues, you suck it, tasting the mix of both our juices, I stand up but you stay down on your knees.

...

Your pussy looks inviting, all swollen and your clit is sticking out begging to be stroked. Brushing my finger over it I move my head down and lick your entrance with my tongue. You shudder and scream with pleasure. I dip my tongue into your pussy and stroke your clit with my finger. You are close t o cumming already, I can taste our juices, suddenly your pussy begins to spasm around my tongue, I know you're cumming and I increase my gentle rubbing on your clit. Your hips move forward and you push my head into your cunt. You scream as a huge orgasm overcomes you moving your hips 2 , 3 , 4 times. I smile as you come down from your high.



Seduction!



Her name is Patti. Now some folks might like it if I was to say she is a raving beauty, big old 40DD's and all of that.

But nope. She's around 5'2" tall and maybe 110 pounds, a bit on the slender side actually. Darn well proportioned, too, and as in shape as any gal around the age of 40 can be.

There is something about her, I can't describe it and you can't either. Somehow she combines acting completely naive with some kind of sexuality that is just there. No sexy clothes, she never said or did anything that anyone would ever consider out of the ordinary.

Patti isn't really naive at all, she just seems that way. Well, maybe in some ways, but still, a different kind of woman.

And she exudes sex appeal, one look at her and my dick gets a mind of it's own, a bit strange by itself since I am 62. Hell, by this stage of my life I had pretty much done it all and seen it all, at least I thought so.

I saw her ad in a little flyer, "Massage Therapy" with her name and a phone number, plus "Hot oil hands on". Simple as that, none of those stones and smelly crap and oogy boogy wave your hands in the air and pass "energy" shit. Plus she wanted $50 an hour, right at the price range I look for.

So I called her up, expecting the usual machine but she answered on the second ring, her voice was so soft and sweet I got a boner just thinking of her hands on my ass, and maybe..just maybe on my dick?

Dang, I like that.

I was also smart enough to not ask her or let her know what I really wanted, so I put on my best "complete gentleman" attitude and dropped the bit about my poor old legs and low back and circulation problems in there.

Hell, I am healthy as a horse, as the saying goes.

But I might as well get her headed the correct direction right off the bat.

I had this vision of a busty young soft little blonde in my head, so when a skinny 40 year old brunette answered the door I almost looked over her shoulder for her daughter.

The second she opened her mouth I knew, and I also knew I wanted her. I even had a hard time talking to her, visions of her naked and down on her back with her legs in the air got smack dab in the way of common sense conversation.

Yea, standing start in about 10 seconds, it was all I could think of. Like I said, something about her.

She didn't seem to even notice that I went into stupid mode for awhile. She just showed me to her side room and had me get undressed. It was all of the usual, a soft table with drapes and some pictures of people's muscles hanging here and there, the massage license framed on the wall.

I had also spotted the picture of her and some guy, and what I guessed was a daughter about 18 or so so I knew there was a husband around somewhwere.

Probably a damned complication, but what the hell. We would see.

Then came the massage of a lifetime, she got so tantalizingly close to my stuff that I was groaning and struggling to not just move my butt over and shove my balls up against her hand.

I left feeling like I was 25 again and with a pecker that was up and would not go down. Hell, I had to clear things out the minute I got home, did it again later that evening. Then I jumped my wife Martha when she got home, surprising her a bit. But she was smiling after I got done bending her over the back of the couch.

Hell, the wife and I still get it on once in a blue moon. 

Martha still works for the city, I stay at home and get my government stipend. I spent a lifetime on a damn conveyer belt shoving packages of crap down the line. I can't say I ever liked my job, but it was a Union gig and the benefits were good.

Other than the times we go out with our friends Dan and Terry, my life is pretty humdrum. Dan has the same first name as me so there are lots of jokes about that when we are out on the town. You know what I mean, Terry would say it's time for Dan and her to head home, someone always popped up with "Which Dan?" Har har har..dumn stuff but we liked them.

Dan is my golfing bud, I get him about 60% of the time in our buck a hole games on Sunday.

Terry is a sorta pretty little fake blonde, I don't know how she manages to always have about one inch of black roots but she does. I never really thought of her in a sexual way, but I did see her tits once. She was in the bathroom and I went in to take a leak, I didn't realize. She was standing there with her blouse off and her bra down to her waist, fucking with some stitch that was poking her or something. Her tits kinda hung out and down, big old nipples the size of a tangerine. Hell, it looked like half her tit was inside her nipples, the way they bulged.

They were pretty in an odd sort of way, not the huge things that stand up and out like on the kids you see in pictures. Just a pair of soft looking real ones, the best kind of all.

She let out a holler and I ducked back out all embarrassed, apologizing. She yelled at me for not knocking, just practically shit a brick! It was MY goddamned bathroom and I didn't know she was in there. Besides, one would think someone had seem her tits before.

Well, I guess I hadn't. Heehee. 

Oh, well, that was forgotten in about 2 minutes, except Terry told Dan and he cracked a bunch of jokes about her being a flasher. I told Martha she should show Dan her tits so we would be even, that went over like the proverbial lead balloon.

Martha's tits are like a couple of envelope flaps, she thinks they are ugly but they aren't. I like playing with them. But she sure as hell won't let anyone see them, part of that is the inch of padding in her bras, I think.

So you can see real quick that my life is mostly TV and puttering around the house, with a night out once in awhile to break the boredom, maybe a day at the golf course batting balls if it ain't raining and it ain't too damned cold out. 

I sometimes get in an online poker game, usually losing my 10 bucks pretty quick, but if I catch a hand...well, that's cool. Once I pushed the whole pile in while sitting on a pair of 9's, danged if they didn't drop two more of them.

Shit happens.

And once a week or so I sneak off to get a massage.

Leaves me lots of time to plot and scheme. I like going to get a massage, and I expecially like it when they will give me a hand job at least. Of course if I want to drop $150-200 each trip it's a sure thing, fuck that. Uncle Sam sends me $923 a month so I am limited a bit. Martha drags down $50G a year working for the city, but between the house payment and her goddam Lexus I don't get to play with any of that. Me, I make do with my old pickup, and I do have the Vette out in the garage but all I do with that is pet it and keep it warm and dry. Of course the Vette payment takes almost all of my pension from my job, but I wanted one of those. 

It's lots more fun to find a massuese that just won't, then get her to do it anyway. So I stay away from the $25-30 an hour gals, they never will and they usually are lousy. At that price they are right out of school and scared to death, absolutely sure they will get raped or arrested if they even bump some guy's nuts. So I pick the $50-60 an hour ones, they are what I call right on the edge.

Hell, they know their rates are a bit high, so they had better be either damned good or a bit less uptight.

Yep, best place to start, I say.

I started going to see Patti each week, after about a dozen sessions or so she was comfortable with me, since I never actually DID anything, and managed to hide what I was thinking.

I would lay there and watch her work, the muscles in her slender arms defined and hard. A few times I managed to steer the conversation around to what "some therapists do".

Heehee.

She took that in stride and didn't blink an eye, she even mentioned that she noticed and thought it was neat that many of her male clients would get erections.

"Perfectly normal and a compliment to my work." she would spout the party line, then go to rubbing the backs of my legs, leaving me trying to breed the goddam table.

I always paid her the $50 she asked for and offered a $20 tip, so in short order the one hour on the button 60 minute sessions got longer and even better, if that was possible.

I had to admit she made me feel great, but I still wanted her hands on my cock. I was becoming all I could think of. A couple of times I would get a few bucks up, then I would go see Debbra, another massuese that just delighted in making a man spurt, she only charged $50 too but she was boring. It filled the urge sometimes, though. I had tried for ages to get her shirt off with no luck, that's why I was moving on anyway. Besides, she was always wanting to fuck around with any blemishes she found on my back which I would just as soon she didn't do. I have noticed that the ones who like to pick at blackheads or blemishes are the easiest ones to get to grab your dick. Who knows, some instinct or something? But it's true.

Patti's massage work was great, I just needed to find the key that set her off.

I was reading a men's magazine in my john at home, and whacking off thinking of Patti when I spotted this ad for some men's cologne. The ad said it had some kind of undetectable pheromone stuff in it, it went on and on how birds and bees and all of nature used the stuff to find mates.

"Makes women want sex and they don't know you are using it!" Yep! Said so right in the ad.

Damn, that sounded better than butter on popcorn so I went online and ordered a bottle, using the credit card Martha didn't know I had. I kept a dab of money in an online account for when I would play some poker or buy something I would just as soon Martha didn't know about.

The little bottle showed up right on time, I sniffed it and it wasn't too bad. I had me a vision of some black guy pissing in the jar and then adding some cheap cologne, but I dismissed that with what the fuck.

I was eager to get to my next massage session, I plastered the stuff under my arms and on my crotch. It really didn't smell too bad, I thought, kinda nice actually.

That was the first session that Patti ever actually touched my dick, it was just a bump, an accident. Wow was I aware of it, though. I was thinking great success.

That night Martha asked me what I was wearing, I told her deodorant. She wrinkled up her nose and told me it stunk, but that night in bed she went down on me for the first time in maybe 5 years. While she was gobbling away I imagined it was Patti down there, I came so hard that I thought the wife was going to strangle.

Of course she jumped up and ran to the bathroom to spit it out as I lay there wondering how this stuff worked. 

It sure did seem to. Martha came back out and cuddled up next to me naked, in short order my old weenie responded again which delighted her and I bent her over and hosed her good from behind as she went into the "yiyiyiyiyi" stuff she always does. I can't kick, Martha is a damn good fuck, that's part of why I married her, I just wished she would get in the mood a bit more often.

But there was no change in the massage sessions except for Patti every now and then bumped my pecker, and a couple of times she even ran her hand up my leg so far she touched my nuts.

I knew I needed something more, so I did a search. There was dozens of websites selling pheromones, I bought some of all of them, even one that said "100 times stronger".

Man. 100 times? Hell, that should do it!

Nope, no real change, although now Patti was using just a medium size towel over my butt, she had mentioned something about it being warmer in the Summer and she wanted me comfortable.

I just told her that whatever she was comfortable with was fine with me. I was still giving her $70 each massage session and still getting nice long ones, at the least she did make me feel good.

I also noticed the picture of her and her hubby was gone from the massage room.

I took that to be a good sign.

So I did some more snooping. I found a website that made CDs with messages hidden in the background.

"Breaks down her inhibitions and she doesn't even know it!" it said. Then a bunch more stuff about "restrictions from upbringing" and "restores her natural sex drive!"

Dang.

Wow. Sounded good to me!

Just what I needed, no way could she resist that AND the pheromone stuff.

I cleverly mentioned that a "friend" had made me this neat CD, it had beautiful violin music. I went on and on about how much I liked it, she smiled and told me to bring it over if I wanted to and she would play it during our session.

Bingo!

So I lay there listening to this recording of some guy who was probably in learning mode, playing scratchy violin music that I can only say was awful.

I should have listened to the fucking thing first.

Patti's reaction to it was nothing. Nothing at all.

I was a little bit pissed off, the thing cost me a hundred bucks.

I took the CD home, put it on my isolater, it is a tool that lets me take out certain parts and just listen to the horn line or the bass, whatever. It didn't take me long to figure out what was wrong, somehow they had sent me the damned "Stop smoking" background, and neither one of us smoked.

Probably never fucking going to either, after that.

I sent the thing back with a crabby letter, the company was pretty good about it because a week later I got a phone call from their rep.

He apologized and offered to make it up to me by making a custom CD.

That sounded cool, the background would even use my name and offer suggestions of exactly what I wanted her to do.

Hell, I wanted her to whack me off at least, told the guy so. He just laughed, said that was easy.

10 days later I had a CD that said "beautiful music", so off to my massage I went armed with the newest pheromone that had no scent at all, they claimed. I just handed Patti the CD, she took it and stuck it in the player.

Halfway through the session Patti bumped up against my balls, pretty firmly. I waited and darned if she didn't do it again, and no apology like she always did before.

Hell, I was harder than a Stallion in a herd of yearling mares by the time she had me turn over. She knew it, too.

This time she actually used the towel to push my cock over out of the way but it was so rigid it swung right back.

"Oh, you seem uncomfortable." she said, smiling.

"Just your usual wonderful job." I grinned.

"I could leave the room if you want to...." her voice trailed off.

"No need, I find that distasteful to do myself." I even got the little pout in there.

Clever asshole, ain't I?

Patti went back to work, I was watching her through slitted eyes. Her eyes seemed a bit glazed, and she kept glancing over at the huge tent I was making in the towel. If anything, it was getting bigger, too.

She was working on my chest, finally when she was doing the circles on my abdomen she bumped the end of my erection again. This time she just came to a stop.

"I suppose I could..." her voice seemed hesitant.

"Go ahead, it's all right, I don't mind."

She still hesitated.

"In fact, I really would appreciate it." I added.

She still hesitated.

"Honey, I really must apologize, it's just that your hands feel so wonderful.", I encouraged.

That did it, she slipped her hand under the towel and wrapped it around my cock.

I was in heaven as her hand began to stroke me, slowly at first, then increasing in speed. As I neared climax, I was thinking how surprising it was that she was so amatuerish at this. But finally she managed and I spurted off nicely all over the place.

Patti had a sheepish look on her face, but she grabbed a moist towel and cleaned me off. She seemed to take her sweet time about it, too.

I was dressed and getting ready to leave, Patti waited for me in the living room.

"I never did anything like that before." She was even blushing.

"It's all right, I trust you." I said cleverly, giving her a big hug and a thanks. She seemed to relax.

From then on, every session ended with me getting a nice hand job, I was liking this. I found myself wondering what her bare titties looked like, using that as a fantasy to help me get off while she pulled away at my pecker. I realized that she was experimenting, she really was an amatuer at this which I found odd as hell since she was married. But I figured maybe her hubby was one of those missionary position in the dark assholes, good for me if he was.

But after a dozen times or so, she got more confident and figured out what worked and what didn't. Plus during the sessions, her hands would be all over me, gone was the conservative bit where she would get to the top of my legs and then slide over. I expecially liked it when I was on my stomach, she would fondle my cock, trap it against my leg and then stroke downward.

Damn that felt good. Made me hotter than the hubs of hell, too.

I also realized that she was finding that she liked to do it.

I decided I wanted to fuck her. It had been one hell of a long time since I fucked anybody except for my wife Martha, and that was down to maybe once or twice a month. Part of that was probably my leaving everything behind over at Patti's massage room. A couple of times Martha acted like she wanted to play, but I didn't have anything going on, so she would give up.

I suppose I should have felt guilty as hell about that but I didn't. All I could think of was getting Patti down on her back, legs spread and shoving that stuff at me. Get her titties out at least, damn I wanted to see her titties, feel them.

K...so I am a tricky asshole, but I already told you that.

I called up the company, got ahold of the sales rep again and ordered another CD. This one was designed to have background messages that would break down all of Patti's inhibitions, get her so horny she would just almost demand that I fuck her. It even used my name to make sure that I would be the object of her affections and not some other asshole.

So I spent some of the money I had won in a lucky online hold'em game, and in a week or so, here was my new CD.

I ordered this one with some ocean waves, hell, it even had Seagulls squeaking in the background, it sounded just like being at the beach.

It was kinda nice, actually. I listened to it first to make damned sure, I didn't want to end up with one trying to get me to be industrious and honest or some stupid shit like that.

Hell, I still didn't want a smoke after the last wrong tape.

Patti slid it in the player and went to work, the session went along normally for the first 30 minutes or so. I was on my back when I noticed the difference, her hands came up and cupped my balls like she often did, then I felt her on my dick but it felt funny. I glanced down and she was leaned over, her mouth sliding over the end of my erection.

I didn't say a word, her head bobbed up and down for a few minutes, then she stepped back. I lay there completely naked, my cock pointed at the ceiling, watching her struggle with herself.

Patti reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a simple white bra. She tripped the catch, slid the bra off, there they were! Nice well formed little titties, her pink nipples had softened and spread out like some women do when they are turned on. 

She looked at me, more hesitating.

"Dan, I..I need.." Then her hands went to her slacks, down and off they went, Patti stood there nude.

I just smiled.

Patti climbed up on the table, right on top of me, reached down with one hand to spread herself and grasped my cock with the other, then she just pressed back onto me.

Success! I was fucking her, finally! Three long years of working on it, and I now had my cock buried to the hilt. Hell, she was fucking ME, all wet and sloppy and bouncing up and down, both of her palms pressed against my chest and I had my hands up feeling both of ther titties at once.




Seduction!



She was grunting and working away, I felt a drop of sweat drop off her and onto my bare skin, I didn't mind a bit. Her pussy felt like a vice, my cock had seemed to go in easily at first but she was squeezing me so hard I was having a hell of a time staying inside her.

I did everything in my power to last, let her control all the movements, letting her take her own pleasure the way she wanted. It wasn't long before her head went back and she grimaced, I allowed myself to let go as close to that instant as I could. Our contractions joined, I swear it was the best and most intense orgasm I had ever felt.

Patti wouldn't take money anymore after that, so instead I brought her gifts. Once it was a neat set of diamond stud earrings, sometimes it was snacks or flowers.

We moved from the massage room to her bedroom, too. It became a full blown affair, one we both looked forward to. Patti was one damned good fuck, we did everything it was possible for two people to do.

I no longer needed to play the tape, but I did still wear a dab of the Pheromone cologne. I just stuffed the tape in my collection at home, forgot about it.

This had turned out to be a really cool deal, being retired gave me all of this free time. I was getting laid every week regular as clockwork and even managing a dab at home with Martha. The fact is I was fucking Patti a hell of a lot more than I was Martha but she didn't seem to really notice anything out of the ordinary.

Everything was normal, life was good. 

Then one day Dan and I were supposed to play golf, but he cancelled at the last minute, saying he had something to do but would meet me at my house later. Oh, well, I went golfing anyway, but instead of playing a round I just popped off a bucket on the driving range, then went on home.

The first thing I noticed was Dan's car parked out in the street near my house. But I had seen it there many times. Dan spent a lot of time over at our place, Terry, too. I didn't even think a thing about him being there.

I walked in, the 2nd thing I noticed was I heard ocean waves. 

My tape was playing! The seduction tape with my name on it! I stood there confused for a moment or two before it hit me.

I darted up the stairs, opened the bedroom door. Martha lay there naked, her legs in the air as Dan's bare behind pounded back and forth. Martha saw me and gasped, Dan jumped up and grabbed for his pants, jerking them on.

I just stood there in shock.

Dan ran out the door, I looked at Martha.

"What the hell?"

"Dan, I am sorry. I don't know what came over me." she was sobbing.

"He came by looking for you, I let him in. Then I went to play some music and found your CD, I hadn't heard it so I put it on."

I just stared at her, I knew exactly what had happened.

"I don't know what came over me." she said again. "Something about that CD?" I saw the questioning look in her expression.

I knew I had better cover my tracks and goddamn fast.

I sat down and hugged her, "It's OK. Just an accident, I have been neglecting you."

She looked at me, her eyes all huge and wet.

"You..you won't divorce me?"

"No, honey. I love you. I will always be here for you, I will try to do better for you. I am just so sorry for not taking care of your needs better."

I was thinking that if she found out what was really on that CD.....well, my ass would be peanut butter and no bread to put it on.

Martha's sobs got bigger and wetter, she hugged me so tightly I thought I might need to go take a pill.

"It won't happen again!" she sobbed.

"It's all right, honey, it's all right." I comforted her, the sweat on my forehead beginning to fade a bit.

"Oh Dan, you are so wonderful." she said.

I just held her, she was all naked and bawling and damned if I didn't get a boner so I laid her back and made dang sure she knew everything was OK.

Later, Martha was sleeping so I sneaked the CD out and hid it where I knew damned good and well she couldn't find it.

The next week, I called the CD company to get a new one made. 

I was thinking I would go see my buddy Dan's wife Terry, see how she liked my new CD. I was wondering what those big puffy nipples would feel like in my mouth.

Told you I was a tricky bastard.