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Coffee

By: Cliff Claven



I usually don't get my best work done until after everyone else has left the building, which unfortunately isn't until after 6:30 on most evenings. This evening was no different - at least not yet. My boss stuck his head in my office with keys in hand and told me that Debra was staying late also. I responded with a "Who?" He gave me a quizzical look, then smiled and said she was the new Marketing Director, and reminded me that he told everyone all about her at last Monday's meeting.

I said, "Ah, I remember - have a good weekend." I really didn't remember, nor did I care at this point, I had far too much work to get done. 

After about a half an hour I heard someone open the door to the Women's bathroom, which is near my office, but out of sight. Having the bathrooms and the kitchen in this hallway, makes this corridor one of the high traffic areas in our building - hence the reason I don't get anything done during the day, everyone stops by to "chat" on there ways to and from there potty and lunch breaks.

A couple minutes go by and I heard the door again (it's a bit squeaky at times), I then heard a woman's voice say "I'm making a pot of coffee, will you drink some?" as she walked down the hallway toward the lunch room. A bit startled, I respond "Sure."

I continued working, and after a few minutes I could smell the freshly brewed coffee. I took a deep breath and smiled. I really love coffee, and like most adults, I am pretty addicted to the stuff. About 5 minutes later I heard her yell out from the kitchen, "Do you want cream in it?"

"No - I like it black." I responded. I heard the coffee being poured.

"Do you want it in there, or do you have time for a short break?" she questioned.

At this point, I realized that I was taking advantage of her kindness - not only had she made the coffee, and poured me a cup, she was about to deliver it to me. I yelled back "I have time for a quickie, be right there."

I made my way down the hallway toward the kitchen; I turned the corner and entered the room. I stopped dead in my tracks! Debra, our new Marketing Director, was drop-dead gorgeous! She was wearing a tight mid-length jean skirt, with a white polo shirt, and sneakers. Her skin the perfect shade of... well, coffee! At least coffee with a bit of cream in it. She stands about 5'7," with a very "fit" body - All the curves in the right places. :o) 

Now, I normally don't stop dead in my tracks for just that - but her chest! She's about a 34C, but that wasn't even what caught my attention... You see, I don't consider myself a "breast man." I enjoy all sizes, big flappers all the way down to flat chested women - if and only if, they meet ONE criterion - they must have above average length nipples! Debra definitely fit the bill; I couldn't take my eyes off of her tits! She was wearing a bra, but even then, they stuck out at least 3 quarters of an inch!

It may be rude to stare at a Woman's chest, like I currently was, but in my defense - I was horney as hell! You see all Work often leads to no sex, and no sex often leads to being incredibly horney! I stood there for what seemed like an eternity. Yes my mouth was open - I may have been drooling too.

She said, "Oh! I'm sorry," and looked down at herself, "I...I thought it would be ok to change, since everyone is gone."

I looked up, realized my mouth was open - shut it, tried to process what she just said, and finally stammered our "Wha?... oh, that's ok. It is after hours."

I then added, "Besides, I'm not your boss.," with a wink and a smile - finally regaining some of my composure.

"Here's your coffee," she said, as she handed me a cup.

We both sat down across from one another. I kept trying not to look at her chest, but I couldn't help it... Yep - they're still hard as rocks! I sighed, and felt my dick start to wake up from its long, long sleep.

"I can go change..." she trailed off, seeing that I was looking at her shirt again...

"No!... no, no. It's not that..." I told her, as I realized how she must have been interpreting my stare.

..."Well, what then?" she responded.

Ok. Think... but before I could, I blurted out; "It's your nipples... there so. Big...," while I made a sweeping gesture with my free hand. My face immediately turned red. Shit, I thought with the wrong head again!

This time her mouth was open... and her eyes were wide. There was silence. Complete and utter silence. No noise whatsoever; the pop machine, the refrigerator, even the coffee pot were all silent! Oh boy, what have I done..? I think to myself "say something dumb ass..."

She looked down at her breasts, then slowly looked up and away. "Uhhm. Yeah. tha..that happens. to me when I. I get cold..." she trailed off.

Interesting... something didn't seem quite right I thought to myself, as I tried to formulate a way out of this conversation without burying myself any deeper.

"It's not cold in the building today," I say matter-of-factly! The little head was apparently in complete control at this point.

Her face turned beat red, which was quite impressive for a woman - or should I say a goddess - of color.

She snapped back "Well - what do you want me to say, I'm horney as hell, I haven't had a cock in..." Bam her hand went up to her mouth in mid sentence, her body slamming back against the chair, and her eyes opened as wide as they possibly could! Wow I thought to myself, "apparently I'm not the only one that has a problem with their libido taking control of their mouth!"

I set my coffee cup down, realizing I hadn't even taken a sip yet. "Look... I'm horney as hell too, that's why I can't take my eyes off of you. I find you extremely attractive... and your nipples are exquisite to say the least..." - Did that just come out of my mouth? The guy who can't even ask a woman out when he's been assured by all his friends that she is interested in him.

Before she could say anything, I added "I realize I'm probably coming off as a pathetic loser, but I would love to spend the rest of the evening making you cum..." - hey I had nothing to loose at this point, if she was going to get me for sexual harassment, I might as well make it a worthwhile accusation.

"I've never been... asked that way before." she said calmly, looking me straight in the eyes... "I should say No... but I can't," she continued.

"Then don't. Come with me." I said as I stood up and extended my hand. My heart was racing at this point.

She got up, stumbled slightly, and took my hand. Once we were both on the same side of the table I took her into my arms and kissed her passionately. Our tongues intertwined, our bodies pressed together. My leg found its way between her thighs. Pressing. Pushing up her skirt. Her hand moved down my back to my ass, squeezing, and kneading it. It was now on my thigh - a short hesitation - then it was grasping at my raging cock through my dress pants.

I reached down and moved a chair out of the way. I partially break the embrace, placing my hands around her waist. I lifted her up onto the table. I moved in. We embraced again. Tongues searched each other out. Tasting the other. I moved in, spreading her legs with my legs - raising her skirt. Her hand was still on my cock - not stroking, but griping and releasing. I could feel her nipples through our clothing, against my chest... Our mouths broke free of their bond, we both gasped for air.

"Fuck me. Now..." she said in a raspy, wanton voice, in between gasps...

"No" is all I said, as I pulled her shirt up. She was wearing a thin lacy wire bra, clasped in the front.. I undid it as I continued to raise her shirt with my forearms. She grabbed the shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. I released her chocolate mounds from the bra. She removed it from one arm, then the other and let it fall on to the table behind her. I pushed her back. She placed her palms on the table behind her for support. I gasped as I saw that her nipples were mostly dark, with a slight pinkish tone - they looked delicious. I immediately grabbed a breast and bent down to put the nipple in my mouth.

She recoiled - hand on my chest - pushing. I looked up - baffled by this unexpected reaction. She said in a sexy voice "two things... no office gossip, and DON'T be gentle with me." She didn't wait for a response; she pulled me to her breast.

I immediately sucked the nipple into my mouth. I made sure I got it wet and slippery with my saliva. She repositioned her ass so that it was closer to the edge of the table. I could feel her mound blatantly gyrating against my mid-thigh. My cock pulsated in its confinement. She struggled to undo my belt as I sucked, then lightly bite on her nipple. She stopped, arched her back slightly and let out a sigh.

She moved her head near mine, so that her mouth was near my ear. She was breathing heavily. She got my belt undone. Next my pants are unbuttoned. Then my zipper. She scooted my pants down a bit they fell to the floor. My cock surged again; feeling the cool air, knowing it would be IN her soon.

I move my attentions from her right breast and nipple to the left one. I am amazed at how firm they are... both the breast and the nipple. I sucked and bit it as I kneaded both her breasts, making sure I kept attention on the right one by twisting it between my thumb and forefinger. Gentle at first. Then harder. She gasped and then moaned - a long deep one, ending it with ..."yes. More."

She stroked my dick through my boxers, grabbing and squeezing my balls on the down stroke. Pre-cum began oozing out the top and made the cotton material of my underwear stick to the head of my cock. She stopped. Grabbed my boxers and pulled them down - setting my member free. I felt both hands - one on my nut-sack, the other wrapping itself around my cock. I moan... "Hmmm."

I turn my head toward her and our tongues intertwine again - each passionately seeking the other. I can feel her pussy flesh through her panties - grinding against me... the heat. The wetness. Her scent - I took a deep breath, my nostrils flared. Primal, animal instincts began to take hold. Her scent was strong - she will taste good.

"Fuck me! I need it... bad." she demanded in her raspy voice. I broke the embrace. In what seemed like one motion I let go of her breasts, and roughly grab her mound with my right hand - thumb at the top of her pelvic bone, searching through her wet panties and her folds, for her clitoris. My fingers snaked between her ass cheeks as I cupped them upward. Two found the opening. I pushed roughly - forcing her panties inside of her.

"Yesss! oh... [gasp] god.," she forced out with great pleasure as her back arched and her pelvis instinctively thrust forward into my hand. Forcing the fingers in deeper, and my thumb to push up through her folds and across her swollen clit. I started to move my hand in and out. She stiffened and released with a loud grunt. Her mound met each of my thrusts forcefully with one of its own. ..."ughm... faaa uck.. Me. " she let out in between gasps. She grabbed my wrist with both of her hands. Wrapping them tightly around it, and began to piston my hand, finishing her sentence with; "har [gasp] der." My fingers - and her panties - were being pushed inside of her cunt hole, to just about the third knuckle, which forced me to abandon my assault on her clit.

With each forceful thrust the waistband of her panties were being pulled down. I could see the top of her moist folds for the first time, and her bright pink, swollen clit stuck straight up! It was as big around as a dime, and almost a half-inch long!!! Each time my fingers plunged into her cleft, the waistband of her panties would come down and her clit would be flicked out from underneath it - causing it to stand to attention. Then when my fingers were pulled back out of her cunt, the waistband went back up rubbing across her enormous clit again! Each motion caused her to jerk uncontrollably and let out a grunt. 

I couldn't stand it anymore - I knew I was going to explode soon. I looked up at her. Her eyes were half closed and filled with a burning lust. Her teeth were clenched tightly together. The muscles in her face, neck and shoulders were tense as if she were lifting something way to heavy. Sweat covered her ebony skin. Her nipples stood still and erect like little statues on her breasts as they moved up and down with the intense finger fucking that her body was experiencing. Her chest heaved as she breathed laboriously through her clenched teeth. She was close to Cumming!

"Stop!" I gasped out defiantly as I pulled my hand free from her cunt and the grasp of her two hands. Still moving her body in a pistoning motion, she looked up at me with a mortified look on her face - as if she were a little girl, and just learned that her puppy ran away. I pushed her hands to the side. I leaned in and grasped her sweaty butt cheeks and in one motion I pulled her up, pushed her panties to the side, and impaled her on to my rock hard cock. We both gasped at the new found pleasure. I felt her warmth and wetness encase my prick as she slid down my member - all the way to the base. Moaning she said, .."uhghmmm gahd... [gasp] fuck. yeahesss..."

Blood surged into my cock, my sack tightened, causing my balls to retract slightly. She was tight - I am going to cum soon too... We didn't loose a beat. I began thrusting, and she met each thrust with one of her own. Her legs were completely wrapped around my mid section. My hands were holding her ass checks apart - all the while supporting her weight. My fingers begin exploring immediately - feeding my building orgasm with the sensations my fingers were experiencing.

I found her tight, puckered asshole with the middle finger of my right hand. My left found her cock filled cunt. I could feel my cock as it thrust in and out of her opening. Copious amounts of vaginal fluid were running down my cock and balls - more with each thrust. I wet my fingers and move her juices to her asshole. I began pressing the finger from my right hand into her asshole. Her eyes locked on mine, she moaned out; .."yeah... ass.. [grunt] yesss" I felt a lot of resistance, I forcefully pushed. Her face contorted, she stiffened, and stopped thrusting. Her cunt tightened around my cock. She threw her head back - her legs began to straighten as they tensed up - she began to release a low, almost inaudible at first, moan. I'm in to the first knuckle.

My balls tightened. Then my cock - all in response to the pressure her cunt was placing on it - released. My balls dropped back down - then almost immediately tighten up again. Another release. Longer, harder then the last one. She was bucking uncontrollably. My knees weakened. I forced my finger in just a bit more and moved it side to side. I made out; .."ffaaaaahhhhhhkkkk yess! Ca-Cuhhmmm [grunt] innggha.." as her cunt contracted uncontrollably.

I felt another load build up and then squirt out of my cock into her pussy. My legs gave. We fell. I landed on my ass. She was pushed off of my cock, and fell backward - pushing the table out of the way with her back as she fell. I grabbed her arms to keep her from hitting her head. We both collapsed - laying on one side looking at each other. We still twitched from the after effects of our first orgasm(s) of the evening.

A minute or so went by, and she said "More Coffee?"

ThE eNd?

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Comments are always welcome and strongly encouraged. I am looking for constructive criticism, as well as Women to exchange stories, fantasies, or just to ask / answer questions you might not ask someone you know. 

Coffee



Perhaps it was the coffee.

She didn't usually drink the stuff, but it had been a hectic day. Whatever, the fact was, she was having difficulty concentrating. The two prospective clients sat across her desk, the pushy one was rambling on about profits and costs of their new business. She knew she should be paying attention, but she was too distracted by the other client. Tall, where his partner was short, gaunt where the other was stocky. She caught herself staring directly at him. A mystical appearance, maybe it was the goatee, or perhaps the earring. He was a man of few words, though. Let his partner do the talking, just sat and looked at her, a hint of a smile peeking between his facial hairs. She was mesmerized by his hazel eyes. She felt herself dampening between her legs. Really mustn't lose control, she thought to herself. She wondered why she seemed to be thinking about sex so much anymore. Damn hard to concentrate sometimes. The coffee, maybe that was it. 

"Coffee?" she asked suddenly, interrupting the droning figures spewing from the mouth of the other man.

"Please," the tall one answered, Black. But allow me." He stood, stepped towards the little stand upon which sat the coffeemaker. His movement coincided simultaneously with hers. They bumped together in front of the machine. A moment frozen in time, eyes locked, bodies touching. The other man had stopped talking, was about to ask for coffee himself, but noticed the electricity that suddenly filled the room. Without thinking, simply reacting, her hands reached to his face, pulling him down to her. Her lips found his, hot, hungry. He responded. His hands went to her waist, pulling her into him. The embrace, the kiss, seemed to last an eternity.

A cough broke the spell. Standing behind her, the other man. "What about me?" he asked.

Her nipples burned, she felt the wetness soak the crotch of her panties. A fantasy, should she make it come true? A whisper in her ear, the mystic, the enchanter, "Whatever you desire." His words spurred her. She reached a hand back towards the stocky man, ran it across the bulge in his pants, let him know he was included. But her real attention was on the one in front of her. Her tongue snaked out, traced across his throat, met the knot of his tie. His hands slid to her ass, cupping each cheek, squeezing, pulling her into to him. She could feel the hardness in his pants. Two bulges, two sets of pants.

Perhaps it was the coffee, but she knew what she wanted...

The tall one, the mesmerizing one, she felt his hands on her, making her burn inside. He stroked her back, hands moved to the small of it, pulled her in tight to him. She felt breath on the back of her neck as he kissed her long and hard. Strange, it felt so strange, to have his mouth on hers and to feel the breath elsewhere as well. Two places at once. She almost forgot the other man, a tool to be used by her passion, little more.

His mouth was hot, devouring her own, their tongues twisted, tasted, savored His hands moved to her ass, tightened around her buttocks, squeezed, at the same time, two other hands reached around her, covered her breasts, bringing a rush of pleasure coursing through her. Her kiss intensified, as his hands moved again, between her legs, spreading her. She wanted to leap on him, slide along his shaft Yes, his cock, she had to see it, taste it, the need was intense.

She dropped to her knees, reached for his zipper, pulled down the metal tab, released the prize inside. Slim, hard, the reddish head shining in her face, she slipped her hand around it, fitting it neatly in her palm, the head sticking above her fingers as her tongue tasted it, mmm.. so sweet. Then she felt a poking against her cheek, her eyes caught sight of another cock, thicker, bigger than the one she held in her hand.

Tthe variety, the difference in the two men, increased her excitement. She moved her mouth to the new offering. He was uncircumsized, unlike his partner... the difference, intoxication... slowly she slipped her lips around the thicker one, taking it slowly into her mouth. Her hand still held the first, her thumb caressing the tender glans in its front. The tall man moaned, his hands massaging her shoulders. The shorter one reached out, pulled her head forward, making her take more of him into her mouth. She almost gagged, but relaxed, allowing him deeper. Her head began to bob, he too moaned. The men exchanged a silent glance. The tall one slowly pushed her back, down to the floor. The shorter man was already slipping out of his shirt and pants. She was wet with anticipation of what was to come.

Perhaps it was the coffee....

She closed her eyes, succumbed to the dreamlike quality of the moment. She felt hands unbuttoning her blouse, opening her chest to the coolness of the air. Other hands were unfastening her skirt, sliding it down her legs. She raised her feet, allowing her invisible lover to slide the garment off. Hands lifted her head, others pulled the sleeves of her blouse down and away. She lay back, eyes still closed, knowing the picture she presented them.

She had worn green today, to match the green in her eyes. She knew they were admiring the way her breasts spilled over the low cut bra; that they were aroused by the lacey green garter belt holding up her stockings, green as well, with a dark seam in the back. Her panties matched the garter belt, the crotch doubtlessly much darker than the rest. Her juices were flowing uncontrollably. She felt lips on the mounds of her chest, where her breasts flowed from the cups of the bra. No facial hair, it was the short one. 

Hands stroked her right leg, massaging her calf, playing with the sensitive area behind her knee. The tall one, no doubt. She opened an eye, saw him, naked now, his eyes fastened on the dark wetness between her legs. His face lowered, she felt his tongue slide over the sheer fabric of her hose, over her knee, up the front of her thigh, tracing along the strap that reached from just below her waist. A cup of her bra was turned down, a breast spilled out. Thick, heavy lips on her nipple... she saw the bald spot on the top of his head as "shorty" began to nurse, to pull her nipple tenderly into his mouth.

The mystic one was moving again, his tongue touching where leg met torso, sending chills through her. His fingers found her panties, pulled them to the side. She felt his warm body lean forward, his earring touching her skin, then, ecstasy... his tongue found her clitoris, hard, throbbing... it touched, teased, tasted, the tongue moving the little bud beneath the little flap of skin above it. his finger found her slit, slid in, hesitated, then pushed further up. 

The short man had shifted, his mouth still glued to her breast, his tongue teasing her hard, pink nipple. His cock dangled in her face, she reached up, her tongue tracing along the bottom of his shaft. He shuddered, she could feel it through his lips. The other was still working her clitoris, a second finger hand now joined the first, spreading her lips, opening her wide, pushing in deeper. She was losing it. She reached a hand up, grabbed the dangling cock, took as much into her mouth as the position allowed, about an inch past the head. Her lips began to suck, harder and harder as the intensity of the movement of fingers and tongue between her legs increased. The short man moaned and began to lick her breast as if starving. She felt the first wave of her orgasm flow through her, his tongue and fingers working their magic. As her orgasm intensified, she squeezed her thighs together, locking his head between her legs, not wanting to let him go. It was obvious he enjoyed what he was doing, he simply kept the pace, not going to fast, allowing her orgasm to wash over her in wave after delectable wave. 

She sucked as much of the other man's penis into her mouth as she could reach; her mind racing wildly with the pleasure the taller one was giving her. The other man pulled back, releasing his erection from the suction of her mouth, obviously on the verge of cumming himself. As her orgasm subsided, she relaxed the grip of her thighs, the head coming up for air. His hair, black and grey, glistened in the harsh light of the office. She looked at him, admiring the face that had brought her such pleasure.

The other man, still enthralled by her appearance, her outfit, lay back on the carpet, holding his thick cock in his hand, invitingly. She rose up, pulled off her panties, threw them to the side, and then straddled the supine body. Facing away from him, towards the tall one who knelt, looking on approvingly; she lowered herself slowly onto the man's shaft. She felt the head separate her dripping cunt lips. She felt it slide slowly into her as she continued to flex her knees, lower herself onto his hardness. She motioned with her finger to greyhair to approach. Standing directly in front of her, she took his cock into her hand, examining it, admiring the veins, the bumps, the rim of the head. She pulled it towards her mouth, her tongue running over the hot, red head. As she took it between her lips, holding it there, savoring the taste, she began to move up and down on the other man.

She had never experienced this before, had never simultaneously sucked one man while fucking another. The feeling was positively filling. Her mouth loving worked the thin shaft, flicking tongue over head, eyelet, glans... sucking, pulling him deeper into her warm mouth while she bounced up and down on the stiff rod stuck between her legs. She felt the second orgasm building, stronger than the first. She increased the speed of her pumping, her thighs, calves, and knees hurting, but the pain mixed with the pleasure from her vagina. The warmth began to spread up through her body. Her nipples were rock hard, aching. She pulled the stiff cock out of her mouth and ran it along her lips, her chin, her cheeks. She tensed, felt the overpowering urgency of the orgasm break over her every nerve. She wanted to scream, but remembering where she was, issued a series of little whimpers. 

The tall man grasped her shoulders, lifted her up, almost but not quite off the cock of the other. He turned her in the air, pushed her forward, the head of the short man's penis just inside her burning pussy lips. To her knees the mystical one forced her. She felt his hardness at the end of her rectum, knew what was coming. Could she take two cocks inside her at once? She felt the push, the give of her muscles. Fortunately, he wasn't large, she didn't tear... her ass was slowly filled while the man below her pushed up. She could feel the two hard shafts practically touching through the thin membrane within her. Pushing, they both were, moving in unison... she felt as if her head would explode. Her second orgasm had barely finished when a third, more powerful than the first two, erupted throughout her body. This time she did scream, yelling her pleasure, her ecstasy. 

Both men slid out at the same time, the tall one began to gush his hot, thick cum over her back while the short one grasp his longer, thicker cock and shot up the front of her, hitting her breasts, her chin, his hot goo dribbling off her, puddling on his stomach. The three of them, overcome by their explosion, collapsed in a heat, a tangle of arms, legs, breasts, penises. She was completely, totally, sated.

Perhaps it was the coffee...



Coffee



I had gone into town to catch up with an old friend of mine. We had not seen each other for quite a few years; he was just passing through on his way to Sydney so I drove out to the airport to meet him as he was only going to be in town for an hour between his flights.

My plan was to leave my car at the service station just across from the airport to get the 10,000 km service done and catch the train back to town. From there, it was only a short walk from the station to my motel where I was staying for the few days I was in town.

My old friend was waiting at the café at the airport, we greeted each other with a warm hug and sat down and had a few cups of coffee as we chatted about what we had been doing for the last few years since we had seen each other. 

Too soon the announcement was made for his flight for Sydney. We said our good bys and he walked out to catch his plane. I walked over to the railway station to wait for the train.

I checked the timetable and saw that it was ten minutes for the next train was to arrive, so I walked over to the refreshment stand and bought another cup of coffee and sat down and drank it while I waited for the train. Soon the ten minutes was up and there was no sign of the train.

I asked a fellow traveller whom I hoped new a little more about the habits of the local transport system than I did, he cheerfully told me that if the train arrived in the next ten minutes we would be very fortunate as it was typical for the trains to operate very erratically. 

Not having anything else to do, I thought I would have enough time to have another drink.

{This was in hindsight a very good or very bad decision on my part dear reader and I will leave that judgement up to you after you have read this story}

It was getting a fair bit warmer, so this time I purchased a fairly large bottle of ice cold Coca-cola and drank it. I had just finished it when the train finally pulled into the station. It was very full of people which somewhat puzzled me as it was just a little before midday and this was a time I; as an outsider from the town would have expected the train to be fairly empty. I looked around at my fellow passengers, there was a very pretty young woman standing beside me, I smiled at her and she smiled back at me.

I said to her "Where is everyone going?"

She explained "The Wombats have made the final of the local one day cricket competition, they are all going to watch the game, and it is a day-nighter."

"Are you going along to the match?" I enquired.

"No, I am going to meet Susan in town and we are going to the movies." 

"I take it Susan is a friend of yours?" I asked. 

She replied "Yes, Susan is my dearest friend we went through school together." 

"You don't follow the Wombats then?" 

"Oh, yes I do, but I promised Susan that I would go to the movies with her, which was before the Wombats made it into the final game, but Susan detests cricket, unfortunately." 

"That must be a disappointment for you then, to miss seeing your team in the finals."

"Yes, such a shame, but I promised Susan that I would go out with her, and that is that."

I said,"I hope Susan knows what a good and true friend she has in you. Many would change their mind and go to the match."

She just smiled back at me, blushing slightly as though I had embarrassed her.

The train, after what seemed like ages pulled into the station where the cricket supporters disembarked. This only left the young girl and me in the carriage. The train was just pulling out of the station when to my utter horror; there was an announcement over the public address system 

"Attention Passengers there has been a fault on the line, the train will be proceeding at quarter speed to avoid any risk of derailment. The Journey to Central will take mush longer than time tabled ~ Express Rail regrets the delay and regrets that the journey will be prolonged."

The young girl sat down on the now vacant seat and smiled at me, I sat down opposite her and asked "Have you chosen which movie you are going to see?"

"No, the choice of movie is Susan's this time; I chose last week's movie." "You have been doing this for quite a while, these weekly outings to the movies?"

"Yes, Ever since Susan and Ann split up. She was very heart broken by their parting of the ways. I never much liked Ann so it cannot say I was displeased that they split up. It made it very hard to visit her at their flat, and like I said Susan and I have been friends for so long."

I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, having drunk so much coffee and the fairly large bottle of Coca-Cola, my bladder was telling me I needed to piss. I had not, in my wildest imagination dreamt that this trip would take as long as it had and we were still quite a ways from the city. 

I was sitting there feeling more and more uncomfortable; I crossed my legs and squeezed them together in an effort to resist the urges to piss. I become all the more uncomfortable and was feeling very embarrassed.

The urge to piss was becoming harder and harder to resist, I reached down and squeezed my cock in an effort to stop this dreaded desire.

As I was doing this I glanced at the young woman, her smile was getting wider and wider as she saw my predicament, and I thought she was just about to start laughing at me. To my utter horror she did start to giggle which quickly turned into uncontrolled laughter.

{Now dear reader, I do not know how many of you have ever been in this predicament, absolutely bursting for a piss, no toilet about anywhere and having a girl having hysterics laughing at you. I assure you it is not funny at all!!!}

In a last desperate effort I stood up and sort of stamped my legs up and down to try to stop the piss from leaving my body. Of course the girl did nothing to help with her continued laughing at my predicament.

She was slapping her legs with the palms of her hands and obviously having a wonderful joke at my expense and total embarrassment.

Seeing that I was not going to win the battle with my bursting bladder, I opened my fly and pulled my penis out; momentarily the girl stopped laughing and looked me straight in the eyes.

Even in the state I was in; I could read this as a challenge between her and me. I am not one to shirk a direct challenge. She had now totally stopped laughing at me, her mood had changed dramatically, instead of merriment in her eyes there was lust, this surprised me greatly, but I was in no condition to think at all about this sudden mood change.

I could no longer resist the urge to piss, and taking her look as a challenge I pissed! Not on the carriage floor, not against the wall, nor on the seat; but right on the girls face!

She did not attempt to move; she squinted her eyes, to stop the piss going into them; she opened her mouth and let me piss straight into it.

The piss was simply gushing from me like a torrential down pour, her mouth soon become full and she pursed her lips and squirted the piss straight back at me drenching my shirt.

Meanwhile I had drenched her hair soaked her face and the piss was pouring off her face onto her dress. It was quickly becoming soaked.

I moved the strong flow of urine back into her opened mouth and she continued to spray my piss back at me. I could soon see that she did not have a bra on, as the material had become very translucent as it became wet. 

Her nipples were becoming erect and poking hard against the sopping material. I changed the direction of where I was pissing and pissed on her breasts each one in turn.

Her whole dress was just about soaked right through, and I could see the outline of her little panties through the dress material. 

At last the piss subsided. She was soaked to the skin, and she had pretty much managed to make my clothes pretty wet by squirting my piss back on me. 

I was still standing in front of her, my cock was still poking out of my trousers, she knelt on the floor in front of me, and she opened her mouth and took my cock into it.

She started sucking and almost instantly my cock was becoming hard, very hard!

I had not been this turned on for such a long time. As my cock become harder she took more and more of it into her mouth and down into her throat.

Soon my cock was soon buried right in her mouth as deep as it was possible to go. I gently thrust in and out of her.

I looked down at her; her eyes were closed as I fucked her mouth, very soon I felt my orgasm approaching.

She must have become aware of it too, as she opened her eyes and stared up at me, she continued to suck on my cock deep in her throat, my cock began to quiver, my whole body shook in ecstasy as the cum shot deep in her throat.

I could not help my self, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards me in an effort to get deeper into her, and my cock seemed to go deeper and deeper into her throat (if that was possible) as I spurted even more cum into her. 

She began to gag and pulled her head back, fighting to regain her breath. I was totally spent, she leant forward and reached around my body and hugged her face into my groin, she was squeezing my ass very tightly.

I looked down and saw for the first time how wet we were, our clothes, the floor seemed awash in my piss. The front of my shirt and trousers were soaked, her hair, the entire front of her dress was soaked totally, with piss still dripping off it and much of the back of her dress to.

The piss had seeped into our shoes, our socks were wet, and in short we looked like a pair of drowned rats!

And you could see through the front of her dress, not that it left much to the imagination anyway being very short and skimpy. The only dry thing was her shoulder bag which was on the seat a little away from us.

I reached down and helped her to her feet. We just stared into each others eyes, somewhat bewildered by what had just happened. I reached around and hugged her sopping body against mine. She responded holding me hard.

We looked around as we felt the train beginning to slow as it approached the station.

I looked out as it came to a halt, luckily for us there was not a soul about.

I said "My motel is only a short distance from the station and it may be best if you come back with me until we can clean ourselves up."

She nodded at me, in agreement. She grabbed her bag and we ran from the train, out into the street and down the road holding hands as we ran. I am sure the people out in the street wondered what we were up to as we raced by.

We did not slow until we got to the door of my motel room, I opened it quickly and we collapsed on the bed exhausted from the run and the tension from our encounter.

After a few moments recovering our breaths, we got up and I undid the fasteners on her dress and peeled the sopping cloth from her body, her breasts were not large, just a nice size, her aureole was quite pronounces and her nipples were quite long, very beautiful and very hard.

I reached around her thighs and rolled her panties down her legs.

They where quite damp and stuck between her legs, I had to give them a little tug to get them to release from her body. Her public hair had been shaved carefully way, and her pussy looked like that of a pubescent young girl, it was so beautiful, her clit stood erect poking up from its cute little hood.

Her labia were swollen with sexual desire.

I sat her down on the edge of the bed and kneeled down and carefully removed her shoes and then her very wet socks, I threw her socks, panties and dress on to the floor in the nearby bathroom. I knelt down before her and pushed her down on the bed.

I lifted up her legs and placed then over my shoulders so I could get close to her wondrous pussy. She reached out behind herself and grabbed a pillow to put under her head watching me intently as I tentatively licked the slit between the labia, gently parting them with my tongue.

I licked up and down the slit parting it wider and wider, I slowly moved my tongue up to her clit and licked it tentatively.

I felt a small shudder go through her body as I licked and slowly sucked her clit very gently.

Her legs tensed a little and she squeezed my head with a gentle pressure as I continued to lick and suck her clit. 

I moved down a little further and gently probed with my tongue into her vagina. It was so wet and it smelt so wonderful, that taste of woman I love so much.

I probed further into her with my tongue, her taste was exquisite I could smell her smell of sexual excitement and also the odour of my piss on her body.

I was probing and licking as deeply into her body as my tongue would go, the feel, the taste was so erotic. I was almost unaware of her as a person; so involved was I with the sensations of her body.

I could feel the heat, the smell, the taste and the dampness, and I was becoming lost in the sensations of her.

I was nearly unaware of her legs squeezing much harder against my head, as my caressing of her vagina with my tongue became harder she was becoming wetter.

Her body was pushing up against my mouth, her juices thicker and her smell stronger. My mouth was becoming full with her wetness as I sucked and slurped her juices from her pussy.

This is almost heaven to me; I reached up with my finger and very gently caressed her clitoris: it was so hard and seemed to pulsate against the tip of my finger.

With my other hand I reached down and fumbled with the belt of my trousers and managed to undo it and drag both them and my underpants off, I am to this day not sure how I managed this manoeuvre but I did succeed. 

For the second time in a fairly short time my cock was very, very hard. I moved her legs back as I stood up.

I moved the tip of my penis against her vagina and pressed. 

My penis slid into her well lubricated body with ease; I could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing it as I thrust in and out of her.

I pushed her legs back and this had the effect of allowing my penis to penetrate her deeper and deeper as I thrust into her luscious body.

I was thrusting in and out of her with as much force as I could.

My penis was making squelching sounds as I thrust harder and harder, quicker and quicker into her. 

Her body was quivering, she reached up and grabbed my back with both hands, I could feel her nails penetrating my skin she was grabbing my back with all her force as she tried to drag my whole body into hers.

I could feel the pain as her fingernails dug deep into my skin.

I felt my body shuddering and quivering as I thrust into her.

She was moaning softly!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She almost whispered.

I felt so wonderful, my body tensed as my orgasm approached, her body was responding, her vagina was pulsating around my penis, trying to squash it!

She tried to squeeze it into nothingness, to consume the very essence of me.

I thrust forward deeper harder deeper into her, my body tensed as I discharged my cum deep into her, her body responding by trying to milk the last drop of cum from my penis.

Her fingernails gouged grooves into my back; as if she was trying to make us one body, one entity as we clasped each other in the throes of orgasm. 

He legs slid around my waist and squeezed me, I squeezed her hard and moved forward against her breasts and gently kissed her lips.

They still had the taste of my piss on them. We both smelt of piss and of sex. 

We rolled on to our sides and held each other gently caressing each others body, and then we just held each other.

She sighed softly and closed her eyes.

I guess that we must have dozed off, because the next thing that I remember was the feeling of movement next to me.

I opened my eyes and looked into her still sleeping face, her hair was in total disarray, and her make up was quite smudged, well to put it mildly she was a mess but stilled looked like an angel to me. 

Yes indeed she still looked like an angel sleeping beside me.

I still had my damp shirt on and while a little dampness had gone from it; it was quite uncomfortable so I propped my self up and removed it. 

My movement must have awakened her, because she slowly opened her eyes and looked at me; she had a puzzled expression on her face.

Which was quickly replaced by an expression of total dismay, as she realised what we had done.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled that cute smile of hers at me; she rolled over to the side of the bed.

Got to her feet and walked around to the side where I was sort of propped up on my hands and arms, gently she took hold of my hand nearest to her and pulled me up.

I stood up and she led me into the bathroom.

She let go of my hand and motioned for me to sit on the floor. 

The floor looked so cold so I pulled down the bath mat and sat on that. 

She moved in front of me, and I thought she wanted me to suck her beautiful pussy I moved my mouth close to it, not paying very much attention to what she was doing.

I must admit I got quite a shock as a very strong jet of piss squirted into my open mouth, so taken aback by this was I that I coughed and spluttered as I fought to clear my airways of her fluid.

She must have taken a little pity on me because she stopped pissing in my mouth. She seemed quite happy pissing on my hair and then over the rest of my body.

I managed to catch my breath and she reached down and gently lifted my chin and she pissed in my mouth again, this time I was prepared and squirted her piss back at her, just as she had done to me back on the train.

Her pissing subsided and I felt comfortable grabbing her firm ass and pulling her pussy hard against my mouth where I licked and sucked the last of her wetness from her body.

She grabbed the back of my head with some force and forced my mouth against her pussy even harder; she rubbed her clit, her labia against my face with a very forceful grip.

Fuck! She was masturbating herself with my face.

I cannot say that this was the most pleasant experience I had ever had, she was quite rough as the forced my face into her pussy, she moaned, and pushed ever harder against me.

She was holding my head with her hands forcing my face into her. 

I felt her body vibrate and tense as she moved against my face.

She squeezed my face into her, smothering me with her juices. Her body was quivering and then thrusting against me.

Her heat was oppressive; I felt she was drowning me with her wetness. I was gasping for breath.

She slowly released me.

At last I managed to get some air into my lungs to breathe! The overpowering odour of her cunt, the taste of her juices, my senses where reeling from the very presence of her.

Finally and I staggered to my feet still feeling numb from what had transpired and held her tightly in my arms.

She responded by hugging me.

I manoeuvred her into the shower and turned it on.

We washed each other gently feeling each others body as we soaped and caressed each other.

I kissed her on the mouth, her tongue probed into my mouth gently interacting with mine, soon we were kissing each other very hard.

Our tongues entwined, our saliva mixing as we sucked the breath from each other. 

My hands drifted down to her ass and squeezed both of her cheeks which much force, her ass felt so good, so soft and round and smooth, her skin felt so wonderful, so soft, and so divine.

She was holding me with her hands and arms around my back, she held on hard as we continued kissing , it was quite painful in a delicious kind of way as she held me where he finger nails had dug grooves into me earlier.

The soap and water on it made it sting quite badly, her hands rubbed my back.

I continued to squeeze her ass; as I broke off the kiss and pushed her against the shower walls and started nibbling on her hard nipples. 




Coffee



My nibbling soon changed to trying to swallow her nipple and breast, first one breast; and then the other.

I wanted to devour her to have her body as my body, to get right into her as I had never wanted before. 

Her breathing was becoming faster her hands were once again hard against my back and her nails were digging into me again.

One of her legs moved a little aside so she could rub her genetalia against one of my legs, she was pushing her body violently against me.

Thrusting against me, squirming against me.

My penis was becoming hard again, so hard; my whole body was filled with desire, with want.

With need and desire!

I had her imprisoned against the wall; I moved her ass over and shoved my rampant cock straight into her as hard as I could. 

The force squashed my hands hard between her ass and the wall. Her cunt was so tight and wet as I fucked her. I wanted her so much! 

To get right into her! To squash her body into the wall! 

For her to be the wall, the building, the world.

I could feel the wall vibrate as I fucked her with all the vigour I had.

Her hands had left my back and her nails were digging into my ass, as I shoved violently into her.

Fuck!

She was trying to force my body through hers! She put her mouth against my shoulder and bit, not at all gently, it felt as if she was trying to bight a piece out of my body.

(When I think about it later; I think she might have been trying to do just that.)

I was fucking her with all my might the wall shuddered as I thrust into her. Her ass, her body slammed into the wall as I continued ramming my rock hard cock deep into her.

Her cunt was gripping my cock trying to squash it; to squeeze it. I continued thrusting into her.

I cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her up, as I continued to force her against the wall, and she hooked her legs around my body and squeezed me.

I continually pounded my cock into her. It seemed like an eternity that I was thrusting into her. Finally I could feel my orgasm approaching. I ached my back and thrust into her even harder than I thought possible.

I kept her pressed hard against the wall as my cum shot into her. Her cunt was squeezing my cock; her legs squeezing my ass her whole body shuddering.

My hands were clutching her ass, my fingers gripping her with all my force. We were both screaming, not words just noise. 

The noise of passion, of lust of wanting, of needing, of getting, of cumming!

I released the pressure and we both slid slowly on to the floor of the shower. 

Totally exhausted, totally spent. I rolled over on to my back and she on top of me. We just lay there getting our breath back, both panting hard. 

We were not really holding each other; she was just lying on top of me. The water from the shower was spraying onto her back; it felt so good just lying there with her weight on me.

The water splashing on out exhausted bodies, her breasts against my chest, her head nestled beside mine. I did not have the energy to move, I am sure that she felt just the same totally spent; totally fucked!

After a time she moved off me and we got to our feet, there was blood on the shower floor where I had been lying. 

She had carved some quite deep scratches into my back and ass.

I was going to be pretty sore for a few days until the scratches and groves she had carved in me healed up. 

My shoulder was very tender where she had bitten me; there were teeth marks in my skin. The blueness of bruising was starting to appear.

At least the shower wall must have been pretty strong, because we had not broken it.

We turned of the shower off and dried each other off.

I picked her up and carried her back to the bed where we just held each other tenderly and soon fell asleep.

She must have woken first, as I smelt the delicious odour of coffee as she gently shook my body, and placed a cup on the table beside the bed.

I looked at her; she looked so lovely, despite her hair being un-brushed, she turned around and I saw her ass was quite bruised where I had fucked her against the wall of the shower.

I looked at the sheets where I had been lying there was quite a few blood stains there from where my back had bled during our sleep. Yes we were going to be quite sore for a day or too!

Her dress looked a total mess crumpled on the bathroom floor where I had tossed it.

Luckily I had a t-shirt which would just about do as a dress; she rinsed out her little panties and hung the up in the bathroom to dry.

She put on the t-shirt and I got a new set of clothes out of the wardrobe and dressed. 

We sat down on the chairs and just stared at each other wondering what had happened; each in our own little world.

She looked at me with a shocked expression on her face, in our passion she had forgotten about her friend which she was to meet in the city. That was going to take some talking to make it up to her.

"I had better ring Susan and see if I can get her forgiveness, damn I don't know what happened, how do I explain this?"

It probably wasn't the best thing to do, but I just grinned at her.

She looked at me enquiringly "I don't even know your name. I have never done this sort of thing before,never! What is Susan going to think?"

"You mean you are actually going to tell her?" said I, "Tell her what we did, the whole story, in detail?"

"Yes, I have always have found that if start out with the truth and you never get found out lying, who is to know if one of my or Susan's friends could have seen us running from the station?"

I thought that was going a little far but who am I to argue with a woman.

I looked at her and smiled, "My name is Lloyd."

I reached over and gently clasped her hand and pecked her on the cheek tenderly; as though we had just been introduced.

"My name is Carol." she said and kissed me gently on the lips.

I stood back a little clasped her waist with both hands and smiled at her, she smiled back. 

Carol placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned forward and kissed me tenderly.

Damn, it suddenly hit me, with a big thumping thud. I was in love with this woman, and I had only known her for a day, fuck what a shock!

I supposed the dumbest thought that entered my brain. 'How am I going to explain to my friends how I met her? You can hardly tell you best mate, you pissed all over her on the 11.30 from the airport.'

I know we will both never forget that day, we did not even know each others name but we had enjoyed some of the best sex we had ever had.

However the repercussions of that day affected both my life and hers for the rest of our days.



Coffee



Walking down the street in New York City is a little bit of a philosophical puzzle. There's so much to see, but if you actually look, then it means you're not watching after yourself enough, and that is dangerous. Citrine's main way of staying as safe as she could was to wear black, and keep her hand in her pocket with her keys. She'd always be sure to have four keys and a solid key chain. She'd keep the chain in her fist and each key would be protruding between the spaces of her fingers, ready to hit someone with them at a moment's notice. She wasn't looking for a fight, she was looking to avoid a fight. A good offense is the best defense in this case, she decided.

It was a beautiful day, rain last night had left the air smelling fresh and she tried to choose quiet streets to walk, making no eye contact, looking straight ahead. It made her tired to have to do this, but she figured it's better to be tired than in the emergency room. With a deep sigh that she tries to make grim and purposeful rather than wistful and sad, she focused on how the sun felt warming up her hair. She loved the scent of warm hair and that made her smile before she remembered to keep a straight, stern face.

Sitting outside on a beautiful day and having a cup of coffee in the sun was a small step to take to beat back the cold. She rifled through her huge bag for the books she'd picked to read. There was a new philosophy book, she'd bought it on impulse on one of her several-hour relaxation tours of a book store. She always felt comfortable in the presence of books, libraries and book stores just seemed like friends to her. She smiled at how nerdy that sounded even inside her own head and passed over the philosophy book, thinking she'd already racked up enough nerd points for the day. 

There was an examination of current politics by an author she loved, but her brain just didn't seem up to it. The thought of it made her tired. Her hand snuck guiltily to a romance wedged under the others. She had read it so often and it was so dog eared and beat up she could have recited most of the book by heart if she'd tried. Shrugging with the abandon of giving in to brain candy, she orders some coffee with as much sugar and chocolate as possible and settles into the book as she would a hot bubble bath. Comfort.

She becomes immersed in her book and little smiles appear on her face between sips of coffee. She doesn't even notice when someone sits down opposite her at the table until she hears him clear his throat. She looks up, startled, to see a man sitting there with a smile as sunny as the day. She's not sure what to say, so she looks up from her book and raises a brow.

He says "I should warn you I'm about to break your heart. Would you mind?"

Both brows shoot up and now she really doesn't know what to say.

He takes a sip from his own cup of coffee, which appears to be black, compared to her concoction of sugar and whipped cream. "That's the only warning you're going to get."

She smiles and nods gravely. "Noted." She looks wary.

He reaches out his hand across the table and says "My name is Lee." When she hesitates he says "Oh, come on now. It's just a handshake. Let's be civilized."

Her hand reaches across the table to grasp his and he holds on when she tries to draw it back. He's doesn't shake her hand at all, he wraps it in his own, lowers both hands to the table and says "You're far too trusting. You're also adorable when you're confused and I'm afraid I'm going to have to confuse you a lot to get just that expression. I want them all."

Her head shakes slightly, partly trying to clear her thoughts that seem to be sluggish right now, partly to express confusion.

His eyes meet hers. "All your expressions."

She has very little to say but "Oh."

Lee says "Your fingers are cold."

She nods "They always are."

He smiles again and comes to sit beside her. He draws her hand to his mouth and cups her fingers in his hands, blowing warm air over her fingertips, watching her face and saying "That's good. Cold hands, warm heart."

She nods solemnly and then says "But your hands are warm. What does that mean about you?"

Lee says "It means I'm cold and calculating. No, wait, damn. It means I'll always be able to warm you up."

Citrine tries to pull her hand back jokingly but he holds fast and Lee says "Not yet. I'm afraid you might faint from hypothermia. Are you about to faint?"

She laughs and says "No, not hardly."

Lee nods sagely and says "Okay, I'll have to get to work on that. The fainting."

Her mouth opens and then closes. She's caught between exasperation and being hypnotized and some part of her is afraid to struggle, because she might actually break free.

He draws both of her hands between his and blows on them gently. The warmth on her fingertips feels so good that her eyes close in pleasure, an unguarded moment. Her breath pushes faster between her lips and her nostrils flare. Her eyes open and there's so much ache in her expression that she doesn't think she could meet her own eyes, she expects him to look away.

He quirks a sideways smile and says "There she is." He kisses the pads on the tips of a few of her fingers and says "You know why I'm going to break your heart?"

Completely vulnerable to this man, she can only shake her head and brace herself for the answer.

Lee says softly "Because I need to put it back together with parts of me in it." He stands up out of his chair and draws her up to him. He's taller than she is, stronger than she is, wider than she is, warmer than she is, and she doesn't really want to do anything but be drawn. His smile is warm and welcoming and then deepens into a darker, possessive expression. As she gets closer to him he passes from sunlight to shadow, and that's even more attractive to her. 

Her eyes close and he's kissing her like she belongs to him. She's sure they aren't even attracting attention because he's made it so casual and taken for granted that she belongs to him. To the outside world it probably appears that he's known her forever. Inside, she feels anything but casual. Her pulse is pounding in her throat and his hand comes up to casually fix her collar, and then spread possessively over the pulse there and massage lightly with his warm fingertips. His mouth molds hers to his and then his mouth drops to her ear and he says "Don't talk. Walk with me."

They walk hand in hand, not speaking, and she's marveling at the difference between walking with cold keys between her fingers and Lee's warm hand in hers. He walks her through the lobby of a bed and breakfast and registers them as "Mr. and Mrs." and treats her as if she belongs with him, so everyone else does also. There's no reason for her to feel uncomfortable, so she doesn't. Small bits of panic light up in the back of her head, but when does that not happen? He hasn't taken her to his place where he could have a dungeon. He hasn't asked to go to her place, where she could feel exposed to forced entry. He just took her where she wanted to go.

In the elevator he leans her back against the wall and lowers his head to kiss her, saying softly "Breathe. You're going to have to keep breathing if this is going to be any fun at all." 

She exits the elevator held even more closely to his side and with a conscious attempt to keep breathing through the smile on her face.

Opening the door to a lovely room he ushers her inside with a gallant gesture, she steps over the threshold and he follows her in, closing the door firmly behind him and walking behind her, catching up to her and putting his arms around her. He pulls her back against his chest and brings his hand up along her waist, over one breast and then splaying his hand across her neck, resting her head on his shoulder. She's trembling now so he says "Lean on me."

Leaning back on him opens up her body. Pressing her head to his shoulder makes her breasts arch and with each deep breath and tremble he smooths his hands over her skin, warming her and starting new trembles in different places. He unbuttons her blouse with careful slow fingers and spreads his hands over her breasts, teasing her nipples up into hard buds pressed against his palms.

Lee looks down in fascination at this creature in his arms and whispers to her, tells her how beautiful she is to him. Little tremors build in her hips and he presses her hips back against his in slow circles. Her body catches the rhythm and she moves along with him until her brows draw together and her breath chokes once.

He tells her to keep her eyes closed and smooths his hand once over her brow to even it out. "Easy. Easy. This is going to be so easy, honey. Let me make this easy for you. All you have to do is want me. Do you want me?"

One deep breath and her expression clears and she nods in assent. She wants him very much.

She can hear a smile in his voice as he says "Good. Because I doubt I would accept any answer other than that right now. It really was a trick question."

His hands roam over her body and take off her clothes, letting his hands slide along the newly exposed skin. He lifts her in his arms and holds her close, kissing her with teasing licks of his tongue until her arms wrap around his neck and she's straining her mouth into his, biting at his lips.

He draws back his mouth and puts her in the bed under the covers. He tells her to keep her eyes closed and focus on breathing. He steps over to the thermostat and raises the temperature in the room to take the chill from her skin. Stripping every bit of clothing off himself, he slides into the bed next to her and draws her body to his to warm her, warm the sheets, warm the blankets, she's already cold again and he sets about warming her up with his voice, with his body, with his hands.

He turns her gently onto her stomach and covers her body with his own until the chill fades from her skin and she's warm again, holding her hands at her sides with his own and kissing at her neck, whispering that her hair smells like sunlight. She smiles and relaxes even more, drinking him in.

He starts to pull the covers back from them as the room and her body warms, and he massages her exposed skin with warm hands, starting at her shoulders until her muscles have completely relaxed, his broad palms loosening her back muscles and splaying across her waist, sliding down to her thighs and parting her legs slightly to massage the muscles of her legs, avoiding ticklish places like the backs of her knees, working his way down to her feet. He rubs her feet for a little while until he hears soft moans escaping her and then draws one of her toes into his mouth and sucks on it gently, grazing it with his teeth.

When her toes start to curl he surges up to her hips and turns her over onto her back suddenly, parting her legs and nestling his head between her thighs to nip gently there with his teeth, side to side, his hair brushing along the inside of her thighs, teasing her until her hands come to settle on his head and her hips buck against him. 

Bringing his hands around the insides of her thighs and underneath, he cups her body in his hands and draws her to his mouth, licking at her slowly, gently, ignoring the urgent pressing of her hands and her nails digging into his shoulders, taking his time with her. He counters every urgent push she gives to his body by relaxing his strokes, just missing her mark, testing and teasing her.

When she's limp and exhausted and frustrated he kisses his way up her body, hard against the inside of her thigh. Sweat and frustration mark her brow and her hairline and he kisses those spots, tangling his fingers in her hair and arching her neck back to kiss him, devouring her mouth and driving his tongue deep inside hers, rocking his hips against hers again until she catches the rhythm of his body, moving with him helplessly. 

He kisses a path down her body, lavishing attention on her breasts and her stomach, then lower as dizziness and weakness wrack their way along her nerves along with need, hunger and an ache building. His fingers slip inside her body and stroke gently along her skin, parting wet heat and invading with slow strokes until her thighs clench and her moans punctuate themselves in a keening build of impending orgasm. Following the beat of her breath and moans, his fingers and mouth work her body until she's arched completely against him and her fists tight at her side, digging into the sheets, sweat-slicked and coming hard against his mouth.

Before the shudders can fade from her, he parts her thighs wider and surges up into her sheath in a fluid motion, his cock deeply impaling her, riding her convulsive pleasure, savoring her heat. He drinks in her expression and moans as she's exquisitely pinioned beneath him. The backs of her thighs are flush against his chest and her knees over his shoulders. His hands brace against the bed and he says softly "Look at me."

She watches in mesmerized fascination at his shoulders, at his face, his eyes. He's completely still until every spasm fades from her nerves and she feels filled, cradled, open, vulnerable, everything he wants her to feel as he's watching her. 

Moving very slowly, he draws back and drives deep inside, it's invasive, near painful, and she's overwhelmed and her eyes roll back, but he stops and says "Look at me" again.

Keeping her eyes open is so hard to do, but she tries for him, feeling drugged and battered, but she wants to please him. With each slow stroke her urgency starts to build again and she gains a sharp edge of need, captivated by his eyes, unable to look away.

Driving in and out of her body, a red flush stains his chest and sweat beads on his face, meeting her dazed eyes with his own raw need and passion until he sees tears slip from her eyes. His body batters at her through waves of pleasure and mindless need, her hands tear at him but he holds her in place. His eyes drink in every nuance of her and it makes him more determined. He listens to moans and cries, begging and gasps of exhaustion until she's pushed past that and she's lost everything, even consciousness.

With a guttural roar he lets loose his own orgasm and shudders satisfaction and release into her body, into her skin, kissing the sweat from her and whispering soft words she'll never hear other than in her dreams.

Staring down at her with lazy-lidded eyes and possessive ownership he savors her softness, her vulnerability, her beauty unobserved.

His face lights with an unholy expression and he kisses the tip of her nose, rising from the bed and covering her carefully, gathering his clothes and walking to the bathroom with an almost limp he'd have been careful not to show her if she were awake. 

Returning, he gathers one more thing from the floor, kisses her on her sleeping mouth and runs his fingers through her hair to smooth some of the tangles he put there.

On his way out he lowers the thermostat again.

She wakes up later in a freezing room, pulling the covers around herself with a shiver. She's disoriented and her eyes squeeze shut as memory after memory floods back to her.

She reaches for her purse and sighs. It was gone. Goddammit. Her head lowers to her hands and she draws her knees up and starts to cry. When she's beaten herself enough for being trusting and impulsive, she gets up to wash her face and take a bath. On the edge of the tub is a note and Lee's wallet. 

The note says "You've got to trust me or I'm going to make you cry every day."

She flips open his wallet and starts to cry again, this time with relief. Inside his billfold is another note with his phone number. "Call me or the purse gets it. I'll bet you're crying again. Wish I were there to see it."

She's going to go ahead with the bath and compose herself. Then she has a call to make.



Coffee and...



A big thank you to Pseudosheila for editing this story and a wonderful suggestion for a revision that makes it a lot more fun. I know it's trite to say this, but... it's my first, folks, so please be kind.

*****

"No, you misunderstand me. It's not about beating or hitting or causing pain, or anything like that. It's all about control, but really it's about turning the 'everyday' into the special - the mundane into the sexual."

"Yeah, right. And how do you do that?"

"Well, it's like this. We have a very giving relationship. No, wait...we do. It works like this: David derives pleasure from giving pleasure. By pleasing me, he is satisfied. And of course, I can't complain at being pampered. But he is pampered, too. And in many ways, he comes out ahead in the deal."

"In what ways?"

"Well, let me show you. Just a sec..."

"David ... I want you to go to the men's room. I want you to remove your underwear and to return here. When you return, you will lay your underwear neatly on the table, and then continue following my instructions."

"What will this prove?"

"I should make you wait and see. The evidence will be pretty obvious."

"Hmmmm, I can imagine."

"No, by making David do that, go and remove his underwear, I have made him become aware of his genitals. He is in a public place, and now he is thinking about being naked, even though he is not. You just watch - I bet he has a hard-on when he returns. Imagine what that does to his mind. He is constantly tantalized with thoughts of sex when he is with me. It is the ultimate tease."

"Yeah, but what fun is being teased?"

"Like I said, I should make you wait and see. But it is like this... Have you ever been with a lover who was very patient, who really took his time?"

"Yeah, it was great!"

"What made it great?"

"The waiting, the anticipation. I have never felt like that before. It was almost like I exploded when I finally came."

"Exactly. Now, imagine that same tease going on all the time. No matter where you go, or what you do. No matter where you are or what you are doing. Imagine that building inside of you. What would the explosion be like then?"

"I couldn't stand it."

(David returns and arranges a pink pair of panties neatly on the table in front of his place at the table.)

"Sure you could, you work up to it. I have been teasing David like this for three days now."

"What?! Not really?"

"Really. I may let him climax today - I may not. But he will really concentrate on making me happy today, just on the chance that I might. Did you see how quickly he got up?"

"Yeah."

"There you go. But after a few days, it starts to work on your mind. Watch. I'll put this pair of handcuffs on him. Better yet, we'll just cuff him to the chair. There. Now he can't even think about leaving unless we release him.

"Tell me, what do you think he will do if we leave?"

"Scream. Beg. I don't know...something."

"You're wrong. He won't utter a sound, because he knows that it might make me unhappy. That is the last thing he wants right now."

"But you wouldn't do that to him, would you?"

"What do you think?"

"Ummmmm, right now I am not so sure."

"Think about me for a moment. Can you see me leaving a guy handcuffed to a chair in front of a busy coffee shop, leaving him helpless, and all by himself?"

"No. Well, I don't think so."

"Of course I wouldn't. We trust each other enough not to do things that would put one another in danger. My understanding with David is that I will never do anything to him that will get him arrested or fired. He trusts me not to do that. That's what it is really all about, trust. Of course, it was fun tying him to that same chair he is sitting in at two in the morning a few months ago."

"What?! You didn't?!"

"Sure I did. It was late, and no one comes by here after hours. He had a nice coffee party here. If I remember correctly, he was dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and was tightly chained to that chair. It was a warm night. To a passerby he would have looked as if he were wearing a swimsuit. Well, except for the gag, but you can't see saran wrap after dark and my panties were stuffed completely in his mouth."

"Wow! How long did you leave him here?"

"Long enough that I'm sure he was worried about it, but not long enough for him to get into trouble. Maybe an hour or so."

"Where were you?"

"Watching from nearby, in case he needed help. He couldn't see me, but he knew I was there...maybe."

"Have you ever left him completely alone?"

"Not while bound. That's that trust thing again.

"I did leave him tied up at home once all day. But several friends took turns watching him for me throughout the day. Now that I think about it, I think he was alone a little that day. But someone was listening for a safe word on a monitor all day."

"Hmmm. I think I am beginning to understand some of what you see in this."

"It is nothing more than a highly erotic game for adults."

"I'm starting to see that. So, now what?"

"Well, I was just going to offer you a test."

"Ohhh?"

"Yes. I think it's your turn to visit the restroom."

"What?!"

"Yes, bring me back your underwear. No wait, better yet, put it completely in his mouth. He likes that. Maybe I'll share his with you when you get back."

"I'm not going to end up chained to the chair like him, am I?"

"You'll just have to wait and see."

"I'm not doing it if I am going to end up like that."

"Trust me..."



Coffee and a Blowjob



Angie is a real woman with a strong desire to submit to a big, black cock. This story contains aspects of her real and fantasy lives...and yes, some of mine as well. Everyone in this story is above the age of consent.

*

For the ninth time in ten days, Angie parked her silver Honda Accord in front of the convenience store, opened the door and swung her nylon-clad legs onto the pavement. Her thighs parted briefly sending cool morning air rushing past the tops of her stockings to swirl teasingly against the gusset of her black panties. Immediately, her pussy began to drool like some Pavlovian science project.

It's convenient and the coffee's decent, she rationalized but knew she was lying to herself. The shop was out of her way, discovered when the road she normally traveled to work was closed for construction one morning. And the coffee was perhaps the worst in the city.

As usual, the odd couple behind the counter was bickering. If nametags were to be believed, the tall, young black man was Blaine, and the attractive, older blonde was Dottie.

"I'm the manager," Blaine told Dottie. "You have to do what I tell you."

"You're a fucking trainee," Dottie snapped back. "The only decision you get to make is whether the toilet paper unrolls over the top or underneath in the rest rooms.

"Watch your language," Blaine cautioned, nodding in the direction of Angie.

"You don't have a fucking clue about women like her," Dottie told Blaine. "That mouse over there has been coming in here for more than a week with a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree wide-on for you and you can't see it."

A flush rushed up Angie's neck and quickly enveloped her face. She couldn't believe she was being talked about like that yet she submitted to her shame rather than battle for her dignity. She dipped her head even lower and felt her pussy-faucet drip faster.

"Her?" asked Blaine. "She's not even my type."

Angie felt the tears welling up in her eyes as the embarrassment mounted. The blonde's words were true, she was constantly thinking about Blaine. Thoughts of his cock haunted her day and night. Now she discovered she had no chance with him.

"Oh yeah?" prodded Dottie. "What's your type?"

"Blondes," said Blaine, reaching out and patting Dottie's firm ass.

"Hands to yourself!" scolded Dottie grabbing his wrists initiating a brief tussle in which he quickly demonstrated physical superiority by forcing her hand against his crotch.

"You're such a cocky prick," Dottie told him with feigned disgust while allowing her palm to linger in contact with his bulge even after Blaine relaxed his grip.

"I thought you liked that about me," Blaine countered.

"I was fucking drunk! How many times do I have to tell you?"

"Until you convince yourself, I guess," Blaine replied in a moment of sudden clarity and insight that startled both Dottie and the eavesdropping Angie.

"How do you know she's interested in me?" Blaine asked Dottie giving Angie a renewed hope.

"Haven't you noticed how she drags her finger against your palm when she takes her change each day? She craves the most intimate contact with you yet settles for the tiniest touch. Watch her, she'll do it today even though she just heard me tell you what to look for."

"You serious?" Blaine asked.

"Just watch," Dottie reiterated.

Angie was so humiliated she was struck motionless. Dottie knew the pretty redhead with the silver Honda was listening. Dottie knew Angie was hot for the tall, handsome, young hunk behind the counter. Angie wanted to run from the store and never return but, like Dottie, she knew that wouldn't happen.

Fuck you, you cunt-bitched skank twat, Angie thought haughtily as she approached the counter. I'm important compared to you. What do you do all day besides take quarters for newspapers and talk like a merchant seaman with a three-months-at-sea sized erection cruising Carnival?

Fuck you, you prissy-pussied bitch-cunt who thinks her twat don't smell like an open can of Fancy Feast once a month like the rest of us, Dottie thought irritatedly as the younger redhead approached.

It was like she was floating above herself in some sort of out-of-body experience as Angie watched her pinkie finger trace along the palm of Blaine's hand as she rendered payment. Despite the fact that Dottie had told Blaine what to look for as she checked out, Angie couldn't constrain her desire to touch the gorgeous young black male with an unexplainable ability to ignite her engine. Beet red, she hurried to the door.

Angie could think of little else at work save her trip to the convenience store that morning. One thing in particular ravaged her imagination. Yes, she remembered all the embarrassing things that bitch Dottie had said about her desiring Blaine, all true by the way, but that wasn't it.

What had her sexual nerves on edge and her clitoris throbbing like a hammered thumb was Dottie's statement. I was fucking drunk! she had exclaimed. What did that mean Angie wondered. Try as she might, she could only come up with one logical conclusion.

Dottie was a slut, of that Angie was sure. She'd obviously gotten drunk and had sex with the young black god and that pissed Angie off. It was pretty simple really. Dottie had had something Angie wanted even if she had trouble admitting it to herself.

Dottie was easily in her forties. Yet she'd had sex with a black man less than half her age. Oh god how Angie wanted to stand behind that counter with Blaine, have him touch her ass, have him force her hand against his crotch.

Angie rushed home from work leaving on time for once. She knew she'd have little peace until she took care of the constant demands emanating from her panties. So great was her need she'd almost gone to the ladies room several times during the day to seek relief. Each time she was interrupted and her desire built and built until she could stand it no longer.

She cursed at her computer that seemed to take forever to boot up. Then her favorite site took forever and a day to launch. Her fingers were already busy inside her panties when they finally loaded, all those incredible pictures of beautiful black cocks.

There was a time when Angie couldn't care less about photos of men's dicks. She liked men; that wasn't the issue. Sometimes it seemed as if she liked them too much. Like her new archenemy Dottie, she wasn't always in control of herself sexually, especially when a man really took control, demanded things of her.

That was before she'd discovered black men and their big black cocks. There was just something different about their bodies, their skin that excited her. And their cocks! Those were magnificent!!!!!!! She couldn't look at enough of them.

She began searching for the picture she'd go over the edge with, the photo she'd stare at and imagine the cock in it was hers to enjoy as she brought herself to climax. She'd passed by several candidates when she came to the one.

Most of the photos on the site were of black men and white women. The contrasts were electrifying. For some reason, the vast majority of shots were of the women fellating the men. Probably to get the woman's face next to that beautiful dick, Angie mused. 

It definitely had an affect on her. Angie imagined herself in the women's places. She wanted her face next to one of those cocks. She wanted to suck a black cock much more than ever wanted to suck a white one. In fact, whenever she thought about black cock, almost all she thought about was sucking one off.

The picture she'd selected had two elements that fired her lust even farther than the others. One was the collar the woman was wearing as she knelt before the black man. It was thin and black, tight against her neck, and a pair of bright red lips was stitched to it. It was the kind of collar a submissive wears to signal a surrender of control and those lips on the collar and her mouth on the cock seemed to indicate how she surrendered.

Angie kept her submissive fantasies under tight security. They were so strong they sometimes frightened her almost as much as they turned her on. Online, however, she could play with them without worry and this collared woman had every sexual zone in her body throbbing. Her nipples were so hard they ached. Even her anus was pulsing like a winking eye.

There was more. Attached to the collar was a short leash that he held in his hand. Obviously this black man, whose face was hidden, immaterial to the action, whose entire contribution to the composition was a tight lower abdomen, a huge, full, black sack, and an enormous black phallus, was in complete control of this stunning white woman.

Angie's finger raced against her clit. Oh god, to be the woman in that picture!! To have a black man control her like that!!! Blaine, would you do that for me? Make me suck your cock?

Her orgasm was almost upon her when Angie moved her concentration to the final incredibly exciting part of the photo, where the woman's mouth covered the end of the cock. Her lips were so red and full, so beautiful and contented. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was doing what she enjoyed best.

Out of the corner of her mouth, cum was drooling. The black man with the cock that was too big for any woman had too much semen for her to swallow.

Oh god Blaine, just like that!! Use me! Use my mouth to satisfy your beautiful black cock. Shoot your spunk into it...make me swallow it...make me...

The sun was streaming through her bedroom window when Angie awoke. The clock on her night table said 9 a.m. and she briefly panicked thinking herself late for work. Then she remembered it was Saturday and stretched languidly. She hadn't felt this good in years.

How many times had she made herself cum last night thinking of black cocks, black cum, and black Blaine? She had no idea; she just went on and on until she passed out. That was twelve glorious hours of sleep ago. 

She rolled over and sat up. Something hard and cold lay on the bed under her bottom. She smiled and pulled her favorite vibrator from between her legs. It had a thin, angled shaft, the better to stroke her g-spot with. The bulbous head was large and egg shaped. It was covered in dried woman goop.

Angie started for the kitchen to make morning coffee when she had an idea. Might Blaine be working today? Probably not, but it was worth the effort to drive over there for fix of lousy coffee and scrumptious young black stud.

Skirt or jeans, skirt or jeans? Angie asked herself over and over as she dressed. She stood in the bathroom in a pair of panties trying on different tops. The one good thing to having small boobs, perhaps the only good thing, was the lack of necessity brassieres were.

She liked wearing filmy tops that clung to her tit tips and could make some men drool. Would Blaine be one of those men? Doubtful, given the way he reacted whenever that trollop Dottie flounced her huge knockers in his face. Still, she thought when she settled on a turquoise silk that made her feel naughty as hell whenever she wore it, she could make the best of what she had.

In the end, she chose jeans, the ones that really flattered her butt. Blaine had admired Dottie's enough and she wore jeans. If that was what he liked, Angie would gladly stack hers up against Dottie's any day. Besides, she needed to shave her legs.

She chose a pair of casual, but expensive, high heeled sandals. At 5'6" Angie didn't always get to wear heels on a date but even at almost 5'10" she knew Blaine would tower over her. She shivered remembering his size and felt her nipples harden and push at the silk.

Even though it was Saturday and offered no excuse as to why she would be driving to the store, even though the debate she was having with herself had long been settled, Angie still asked herself the question as she drove. Why am I doing this?

A better question would have been why she couldn't prevent herself from going there. That was what was dangerous. If she couldn't even prevent herself from taking that trip on a day he probably wouldn't be working anyway, what chance would she have resisting whatever he demanded if, on the off chance he might consider "doing" her.

What if his cock were as big as some she'd seen pictures of? Something that large mightn't fit in the places he'd want to put it. She could be harmed. But even the thought of injury couldn't force her to turn around.

There was something else. Blaine was only nineteen; she'd heard Dottie mention it. It was one of the first mornings she'd gone into the store. A disheveled man was buying a quart of beer first thing in the morning.

"I'll take you over here," Dottie said when he'd gone to stand in Blaine's line. "He's only nineteen; he can't sell alcohol."

Angie was eight years out of college. She left those wild days firmly behind. Now she was clearly infatuated with this college aged kid. Why was this boy playing such dirty games in her mind? There was something so erotic to imagining submitting to someone a decade younger than she. It made her head spin.

Angie couldn't believe her luck. Blaine was at work! Of course so was Dottie but that was just a burden to be borne. The pair was already at their antics when she walked in. Did their ribaldry never stop?

The moment she stepped through the door, Angie noticed the collar around Dottie's neck. It was tight and black just like the one from the picture she'd cum to last night.

"Nice ass," Blaine stated. 

Angie blushed as she walked to the coffee pot. Had he noticed already? When she turned however, she saw Dottie, on a short stool, loading packages of cigarettes into an overhead dispenser. It was her ass getting the compliment.

"Give it a bone, Blaine," she laughed. All, even the eavesdropper, knew she'd chosen the phrase deliberately, to get a rise out of the black youth.

"You said it was too big for that," he faux pouted.

"You're fucking incorrigible!" Dottie said, pushing his hands away from her butt where he'd pretended to stabilize her as she replenished the store's merchandise, and getting down from the stool.

"I am not. I even have a present for you," he said sweetly, almost genuinely, holding out a small paper bag.

"What now?" Dottie asked in exasperation as Angie approached the counter with her coffee. "You're a dick!" she spat, flinging the bag at his chest after looking inside.

The bag bounced off Blaine's chest onto the counter. The box inside slid out and onto the floor at Angie's feet. She picked it up. It contained those extra, extra large condoms. She quickly dropped the box on the counter as if she'd been burned. She felt light headed at the thought that Blaine was probably constructed in a way that would require such an item.

"I like your top," Dottie told Angie.

"Thanks..." Angie started to reply before realizing she'd been set up.

"I wish I could wear something like that," Dottie continued, pushing out her chest ever so slightly. "These can be such a burden at times," she said, making them sway.

"I'm sure they can," Angie muttered. God that woman's a cunt! she thought.

"This one's always asking if they're real," Dottie said, nudging Blaine in the side. "They don't look store bought, do they?" Dottie asked making Angie feel more uncomfortable than she imagined she ever could.

"They...they look fine," Angie finally answered after both workers stared at her until she said something.

"They should!" Dottie said indignantly, thrusting them forward now. "They are real! Go ahead," she said to Angie, "feel them."

Angie began to shake almost imperceptibly. Dottie's tits were gorgeous, the kind Angie sometimes wished she had. Not forever, not to keep. Angie was generally happy with her body. But just for a day, or a weekend, just to walk around with and make men stare at. Just to play with herself.

As Angie's hand reached, involuntarily, for that tempting fruit in Dottie's shirt, her mind went back more than a dozen years, back to that other woman, back to those other tits and what she'd done with them. Angie sighed and felt her flow begin anew as she stood in that store feeling up the hot blonde behind the counter.

Angie's eyes were closed and her breathing ragged as she felt the soft firmness of Dottie's big tit. How had she become so brazen as to stand in a public place feeling up a complete stranger? Not just a stranger but a female stranger. She felt Dottie push her chest forward, into the caress. 

Her continuously weeping cunt exploded like a bursting dam. Hadn't it been just a few hours ago that she'd sated herself like never before? Normally she wouldn't need sex again for several days, but now, it was like last night never happened.

Angie felt her nostrils flare as she sought increased airflow to her lungs. She tilted her head back and a low, feral groan rumbled in her throat. And it wasn't even her tits that were being fondled. Just the proximity of that sensational young black stud and the soft, spongy titty in her hand were enough to make her libido exceed human speed limits.

A hand pushed against the back of Angie's head and she felt soft lips press against hers. Her eyes flew open and she saw Dottie's soft blonde hair through blurry eyes. Dottie parted her lips encouraging Angie to do the same, and was not disappointed as the women's tongues quickly intertwined. Angie's groan grew louder and her hand clawed at the big tit urgently.

"That's enough girls," Blaine said. "Customer coming."

Dottie pulled her tongue out of Angie's mouth and stepped back. Both women breathed raggedly. "I need another cup," Angie said, smilingly weakly.

"So," Dottie said as Angie re-approached the counter when the less-than-welcome customer had departed, "what did you think?"

"Think?" Angie asked in confusion.

"Yeah, the tits. Remember? Real or fake?" Dottie asked.

"Ah...oh. Ah...I guess I wasn't really paying attention to that. It felt really nice. If it's an implant, I couldn't tell."

"Let me have a feel," Blaine laughed and cupped Dottie's tit. "You need a man's perspective."

"That leave's you out kid," Dottie said, pushing his hand away.

"That's not what you said before," Blaine reminded Dottie for the umpteenth time.

"So you remind me every fucking day," Dottie told the black youth, then turned to Angie. "Don't ever get drunk around a kid," she warned. "You'll never hear the end of it."

The conversation stopped for a moment before Dottie continued in a throaty voice. "Still..." she said looking at Angie, "have you ever had a cock that was just too big?"

Angie felt light headed. Too big? That was all she could think about recently. Of course it wasn't really possible, was it? "Too big?" Angie giggled involuntarily.

"I'll take that as a no," Dottie said.

"I don't believe that's actually possible, is it?" Angie answered in the form of a question.

Blaine snorted.

"I think that's his way of saying he disagrees," Dottie told Angie. "Is that right, Blaine? Do you think she's wrong?"

"You already know she is," Blaine answered.

"But you don't know her," Dottie continued. "Maybe she, uh, has a greater...capacity."

"She's wrong," Blaine said with certainty.

"Cute, though, isn't she?"

"Very." Blaine answered.

"And a great kisser," Dottie assured him.

"I'm sure she is."

"You should find out for yourself," Dottie urged, stirring the pot.

"I'm not like you, Dottie."

"Suit yourself, but at least you should prove your point that she's wrong about your cock," Dottie said, brushing her hand across the front of Blaine's jeans. "Go ahead," Dottie dared, "take it out and let her see."

Angie's head was spinning. She could feel the swamp her panties had become just from thinking about Blaine's black cock. She felt lucky that she hadn't worn a skirt else her juices would be pouring down her thighs. Would this gorgeous black stud actually show her his dick? Would he really be as big as he implied?




Coffee and a Blowjob



"I'm not taking it out," Blaine stated flatly.

"He's shy," Dottie said, winking at Angie. "He wants someone else to do it. Would you like to do the honors?" Dottie asked Angie.

Angie felt the flush that rapidly covered her face.

"Looks like that leaves me I guess," Dottie proclaimed, sliding her hand onto Blaine's bulge.

Everyone heard the sound of the zipper as Dottie lowered the black kid's fly. Angie felt her heart beating in her throat. Would the slutty blonde actually extract that magical black dick that Angie was so eager to see? Angie held her breath as Dottie pushed her hand into Blaine's pants.

"Ouch!" Blaine yelped, trying to escape Dottie's pinching fingers.

"Can't have you getting all hard on us, honey," Dottie said. "The three of us together couldn't put it back in your pants if you got a boner."

Blaine knew there was no need to worry about that. He'd learned a year ago to control his erections. It started in high school when the hot redhead, not unlike Angie, that sat next to him decided to tease him a bit then squealed when she saw the result in his pants.

The teacher came to investigate and Blaine was sent to the principal to deal with his impudence for stuffing whatever it was that was down his pants. Mrs. Dennison, the principal, sent Blaine along to the school nurse when he insisted that what was in his pants was all him.

It fell to nurse Shirley Valenti to have Blaine lower his trousers so she could investigate what was hidden there. She had been as shocked as everyone else when the black boy walked into her office with that enormous erection poking at the front of his pants.

There was no doubt the boy had told the truth. It was an incredible cock. After sitting for twenty-five minutes in her private office with his pants around his ankles, Blaine's hard on showed no signs of softening. Nurse Shirley took matters into her own hands, literally. She jerked Blaine off.

Blaine met regularly with the school nurse over the next few months until he learned to control what happened with his cock. During those sessions, Nurse Shirley gave him numerous handjobs and even a few blowjobs. It was how Blaine got his love of older women.

"Damn it Dottie!" Blaine shouted, grabbing her hand and pulling it out of his fly. "I'm not taking my cock out in the middle of the store." Dottie's nipples had hardened noticeably and Blaine grabbed the nearest one and squeezed hard. "There, how do you like being pinched?"

Dottie had to close her eyes and bite her lip to ward off the pain in her breast that quickly morphed into pleasure as the young black kid twisted her flattened nipple before letting go. Angie swore she could see Dottie's nipple throbbing in rhythm to her heartbeat even through her tight blouse.

"Mmmm, you sure know how to warm a girl up," Dottie purred sincerely.

Angie was beside herself. All those pictures of big black cocks with beautiful white women flooded her brain. She wondered what it would feel like to have Blaine pinch her nipple. If there was anything those pictures had taught her, it was that she had an irresistible desire to submit to a big black dick. She was so wet it felt as if she'd pissed her panties. She wondered if her jeans were beginning to soak through. What if the pair of store employees saw a wet spot in her crotch?

"Probably just as well," Dottie said, turning back to Angie.

"Why's that?" Angie wondered aloud.

"He doesn't fuck white women anyway, only lets them suck his cock."

"You don't like fucking white women?" Angie asked Blaine, talking directly to him for the first time.

"It's not that..." he answered.

"Then what?"

"They don't like fucking me."

"I-I'm sure some people are still a little racist..." Angie stammered.

"It has nothing to do with racism," Dottie answered, retaking control of the conversation again.

"I'm confused," Angie said.

"He's too big," Dottie told her. "It's too big. Women are frightened of it."

"I don't believe...that sounds preposterous."

"So you've never had one too big..." Dottie said.

"Never!" said Angie adamantly. "And I doubt he's too big either."

"Sounds like she's challenging you, hon," Dottie told Blaine.

"She's full of shit," Blaine replied.

"So you don't want to fuck her?"

"I already told her she doesn't want to fuck me."

Angie couldn't believe this couple was talking about her as if she wasn't even there. She also couldn't believe she'd just engaged in a conversation about whether or not this black stud had a cock of such stupendous proportions as were being implied. Additionally, she couldn't believe how horny all of this was making her.

"There's no harm in trying is there?" Angie told Blaine, again startling herself as to how eagerly she was trying to get this young black man to fuck her. Normally, it was the man who tried to talk her into intercourse, not the other way around.

"There's no harm to you," Blaine countered. "You get to try what you want anyway, and if it doesn't work out, well, tough shit. Meanwhile you've gotten to satisfy your curiosity and I've gotten frustrated."

"But it might fit," Angie suggested optimistically. "Then you..."

"It won't fucking fit," Blaine said with authority.

"I'll take care of you if it doesn't," Angie stated, trying to salvage the situation. Her libido was starting to rage out of control. She wanted this young black buck badly.

"You'll what?" Blaine asked in irritation. "Jerk me off?" He pumped his fist like he was beating his meat. "Don't bother, I can do that myself."

"What then?" Angie asked hopefully. As long as he didn't want to fuck her tiny asshole, she would be amenable to most anything.

"Look," Blaine said, "this isn't a negotiation. You want to know what my cock is like you I'll let you suck it off. Yes or no?"

Angie's heart was in her throat. All those pictures of pretty white women sucking big black cocks, was it about to come true for her? But what about her needs? Was she really prepared to just blow this guy without any expectation of reciprocity whatsoever?

Angie felt a little uncertain on her feet. She put her hands on the counter for support. Thoughts of a big black cock of monstrous proportions flickered through her mind like an old newsreel. She knew one thing for certain though. She wanted to suck it desperately, to see it, to hold it in her hand and feel its heft.

More than that. She wanted to satisfy it. With her mouth. She wanted to feel the creamy cum splash onto her tongue and drain down her throat. She wanted to know she was woman enough to make this young black kid with the enormous cock climax. Her cunt was on fire thinking about sinking to her knees before him.

"Well, hon," Dottie asked, "What's it going to be? You gonna suck his dick?"

"But what about me?" Angie asked, still unable to let go of the notion that if she was sucking cock something should happen to her as well.

"Nobody gives a shit about your twat," Dottie responded, then added with sincerity, "but trust me, you'll be more than satisfied just from blowing him."

"Listen," Blaine said, "I don't give a fuck if you enjoy blowing me or not. This isn't about you; it's about pleasuring my cock. The fact is I'll use you, use your mouth for my enjoyment without a thought about yours. If you can't deal with that, Dottie here can. Today's her day off and she came in just so she can suck me off at the end of the shift."

"That's none of her fucking business," Dottie said.

"You've blown him more than once?" Angie asked.

"What difference does that make?" Dottie asked.

"It's just that, I thought that...the way you keep saying you were drunk. I thought something happened just once."

Angie was stammering as she tried to process the information she'd just learned. She stared again at Dottie's black collar and saw the bright red lips on it. It must mean something when a white woman wore such a choker.

"The first time I was drunk but once he pulled it out and forced it in my mouth, I was hooked. Now I'm just another one of his mouth sluts. But you'll learn; you're about to become one too."

"Oh god," Angie murmured as she slumped against the counter, pressing her crotch against the hard wood. "Oh god, oh god, oh..." She was actually having a small orgasm as thoughts of sucking Blaine's dick were seared into her brain.

"See what I mean by enjoying yourself?" Dottie asked, irritating Angie. It was like she asked just at the moment to spoil that lovely feeling.

"I guess I'd like to try it," Angie said when her breathing had slowed.

"That's it?!?" Dottie asked incredulously. "Just that you'll try it like it's some new brand of coffee? No begging? No 'please'?"

"I-I..." Angie muttered.

"Please, Blaine," Dottie said, "please, please, please, may I please have the honor of sucking your beautiful dick? Please do me the favor of using my mouth for your pleasure. I beg you to let me get on my knees and take your sweet phallus in my mouth for you. I want your cum so badly. I need to taste your cum in my mouth. Please do me the extreme kindness of using my mouth."

Dottie had laid it on thick for Angie's benefit. Now it was Angie's turn. She turned to the tall young black stud for what was suddenly the most important sex of her life.

"Please Blaine," Angie began. "I know you could have Dottie serve you but I really want to do all those things she just said and, I think, even more than she does. Maybe she gives better head than I do because she's had you before but she won't try any harder than I will to please you. I've never had a big black cock like yours in my mouth before and I promise I'll give you the best blowjob of my life. I'll make my mouth like a soft wet cunt that you can fuck until you send delicious jets of cum into my tummy. Please Blaine, I beg you to let me serve you."

Angie felt herself blushing furiously as she begged a black boy for his cock. She also felt her cunt overflow with scalding juices running from her interior.

She'd admitted it, even said it out loud. She told these two strangers that she was willing to be a mouth slut for the hot black stud behind the counter of a gas station quickie mart. 

Angie had too much education to be hanging with Blaine and Dottie. She should have too much pride as well. But, apparently when it came to big black dick, she had no self-control. She was every bit as big a slut for it as Dottie was. And here was Blaine, a nineteen-year-old kid, just standing there while two older beauties begged to blow him.

Well, the offer was made. Now, for the first time in her life, Angie worried she might be turned down. What if Blaine said no? What if he told her Dottie would be the one swallowing his cum? The thought was too humiliating to bear. Yet even those thoughts of humiliation were turning her on.

It was Dottie, not Blaine, who spoke first. "One thing you need to know," she told Angie while cupping Blaine's crotch, "is that to get access to this you have to go through me."

"What does that mean?" Angie asked.

"Simple," Dottie answered, unbuttoning the fly on her jeans and lowering the zipper, "you want to suck him off you have to eat me first."

"W-what?" Angie stuttered as she watched Dottie hook her thumbs into the waistband of the jeans and wriggled her hips as she pushed her pants and a pair of white bikini panties over her hips and down her legs. When the bottom half of Dottie's work outfit hit the floor, she stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

"Don't give me that 'what?' shit," Dottie said, "get around here and get under this counter."

Both Angie's and Blaine's eyes were glued to Dottie's clean-shaven pussy. Angie didn't budge an inch while Blaine gave Dottie a firm-but-playful slap on her bare bottom and reached down to pick up Dottie discarded clothes.

"I said," Dottie ordered harshly, grabbing Angie by the hair, "get around here and eat my snatch."

Dottie gripped Angie's hair tightly and pulled her to the end of the counter and then behind it. Dottie grabbed the trashcan beneath her cash register and flung it aside, spilling its contents on the floor.

"You're picking that the fuck up," Blaine told Dottie as Dottie shoved Angie into the small space where the trashcan had been.

Still holding Angie by her hair, Dottie pulled up the stool and sat on its edge. She spread her legs showing her bare, glistening muff to the frightened, excited beauty kneeling beneath the checkout counter. Dottie let Angie's hair go and hooked an ankle behind Angie's neck, pulling her face closer.

It was the aroma as much as it was the image that took Angie back twelve years. The woman had moved in next door and, to Angie, she was sophisticated and beautiful. There was a constant stream of handsome men callers. She was everything Angie yearned to be.

Angie had already had a few brief, fumbling experiences with boys but Pamela knew much, much more. Pamela was happy to share her inter-gender information and Angie became her eager pupil.

Nothing was withheld. Pamela instructed Angie in everything from make up to lingerie to how to give a blowjob. In fact it was the cock of one of Pamela's men friends that Angie sucked for the first time.

He was so suave, so debonair. Angie felt so grown up kneeling at his feet with Pamela kneeling beside her. His hand was on her head, guiding her movements. The soft skin of his hard cock felt so nice sliding in and out across her tongue.

She was concentrating intently on keeping her teeth covered as Pamela had instructed and failed to pick up the obvious signals of his impending climax. He began to thrust his hips, driving his hard cock deeper into her mouth, picking up his pace. Faster and faster he humped her pretty young face until he roared like a lion and exploded.

There was no time for Angie to remove her mouth before that first spurt hit the back of her throat causing her to gag. His hand held her head tightly to his cock as he emptied his sack into her. 

The cum felt almost as if it were scalding hot as it was blasted into her mouth. Some of it spilled past the suction her lips had formed around his cockshaft. Her face around her mouth became gooey with white semen. It formed long strings as it began to drip from her chin.

Angie knew she should swallow the older man's sperm but she had become immobile. She and Pamela had had several "blowjob etiquette" discussions and the subject was in each one. 

She should absolutely let him cum in her mouth she was told. To do otherwise would offend him. Besides it had a rather nice, salty flavor that she would come to enjoy...and she had. Swallowing the cum and making sure her teeth did scrape his cock were the two most important oral techniques that Pamela stressed.

But as Angie felt the man's softening cock slip from her lips, she still hadn't swallowed his load. That's when Pamela did something completely unexpected. She reached over, pulled Angie's face to hers and began licking the cum off her chin.

Pamela's tongue traveled around Angie's mouth, eventually meeting her lips. Angie's stunned surprise left her immobile with a mouthful of cum and another woman's lips pressing hers.

Pamela opened her mouth inviting Angie to follow. Pamela and Angie's arms were locked around each other much as their mouths and tongues were tightly engaged. The cum was pushed from one mouth to the other until it was completely swallowed by the women. 

Afterward, as Angie lay back, gasping for breath, Pamela's hand ran up her thigh and under her skirt. Nothing in the world had ever felt better to Angie than Pamela's fingers and tongue as she was eaten into paradise. Pamela knew where and how to touch each inner and outer labia, how to lick the perineum, and especially the perfect intertwining of fingers, lips, and tongue on clitoris. It was the perfect climax.

Afterward, Angie tried to return her older friend's favor but was only marginally successful. She fumbled her way around Pamela's pussy but was only able to induce an orgasm when Pamela's finger joined Angie's tongue on the little pink button.

For years, Angie fought heated battles with herself over how wonderful Pamela's mouth felt on her cunt. She was desperately afraid she was a lesbian. Now she was in this cubbyhole under the store's counter looking for the second time in her life at a cunt she was expected to eat...a cunt she wanted badly to eat.

Many times Angie had thought about the day she'd eaten Pamela's pussy. She remembered what Pamela had done to her and how she might be able to better eat out a cunt. Now she would have a chance to do those things she'd secretly thought about.

Dottie's slit was a glistening delight even in the limited light below the counter. Angie reached out and ran a finger up and back down. Dottie was as hot and wet as she was herself.

"Mmmm," Dottie murmured as Angie pressed her lips on either side of her slick furrow and slid her fingers up and down.

Slowly, Angie gripped a labia in each hand and ran her gooey finger up and down. She used her thumbs to fold Dottie's pussy lips over forming a beautiful winged vagina whose pink opening was vividly displayed. Angie moved in and kissed the slippery pink opening softly. Her tongue slithered out and lapped Dottie's cunt.

Angie's passion began to spill over as she licked and sucked on Dottie's twat. The older blonde's moans only made Angie's desire stronger and more demanding. Dottie's legs slipped over Angie's shoulders and she felt the incredible soft firmness of toned thigh against her neck, her ears, and her cheeks.

Dottie squeezed Angie's head tightly and whispered, "Customer!" Angie stopped licking and looked up at the beauty who imprisoned her face. Before the cash drawer sprung open to make change, Angie saw Dottie's nipples pushing her shirt out half an inch.

When the cash register was closed again, both women raced to complete Dottie's climax. Angie pushed Dottie's clitoral hood back and sucked and licked on the square inch in which it was centered. Dottie clamped her thighs tight to Angie's head and humped her face. This time there was no need for the other woman to assist in her own orgasm. Dottie howled and Angie did more than fine in licking her over the edge.

Once she was sated, Dottie relaxed her legs and they slipped off Angie's shoulders. Angie wriggled out from under the counter and, sitting back, propped up by her arms, looked up at Dottie while both women replenished their oxygen. Dottie stood first followed quickly by Angie.

"Get me those," Dottie said, point to her jeans and panties.

Angie obeyed with alacrity. Dottie swayed here hips as she tugged on her tight jeans. Then she looked at Angie's face and laughed.

"You'll need to clean up and put on some fresh lipstick before he lets you suck his black dick," Dottie told Angie as she led her into the back room and the employee's bathroom.

The bathroom was reasonably roomy with a sink, a mirror, a toilet, and a bench with clothes hooks above it. Angie got a look at herself in the mirror. Her face really was a mess, but not as bad as she'd seen it a few times when guys wanted to give her a facial. She moved quickly to repair the damage.

There was a soft rustle outside the room and Angie looked to see what it was. It was then she saw the circular hole in the wall and the enormous, flaccid, black cock hanging through it. Her breath caught in her throat. Never in her life had she seen something so compelling, so gorgeous.

"Suck it," came a bass voiced command.

Dottie took two small steps, knelt at the base of the wall, and kissed the beautiful black cockhead all in one motion. Whatever Angie had felt eating out Dottie was all forgotten as her complete focus, her entire attention, was now directed to that magnificent onyx tool that had became the room's cynosure.




Coffee and a Blowjob



Pursing her lips, Angie went up and down the glorious shaft planting tiny, worshipping kisses along its whole length. Her lips tingled from the electricity that black skin seemed to produce. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in Blaine's maddening muskiness. Her pussy was spasming now in what was her second spontaneous climax without direct genital contact.

Angie gathered up the floppy black dick in both hands. She marveled at how much still remained uncontained. She could remember a few lovers who didn't have that much cock hard, let alone soft, let alone sticking through a hole, let alone covered by two hands. 

God this kid was huge!!! Just like she'd imagined as she slid her fingers up her pussy while looking at dirty pictures. She shivered as she stared and planted little kisses all over it. Angie could hear Blaine and Dottie through the wall talking and making out while she made love to the cock in her hands with her mouth.

Angie had managed, by using her mouth and hands, to get the enormous black cock fully erect by the time the restroom door opened and Dottie peered in. At first she stopped dead, but soon the appeal of that black monstrosity poking a full foot past the wall overwhelmed her natural shyness and she started fellating Blaine in earnest.

"I want that top," both women heard Blaine bellow from outside the restroom.

Angie panicked. Did he mean the top she was wearing? She was naked beneath!! How would she cover herself if he demanded that garment in order for her to continue what she most desperately wanted to do.

Dottie was at her side and pulling at Angie's thin blouse. "What will I wear?" Angie asked as she lifted her arms and let the forty-something blonde pull her top off.

"You'll be fine," Dottie said without explanation as to how, and Angie went back to sucking black dick naked from the waist up.

Dottie stood behind the cute redhead eagerly sucking Blaine's big dick. It's size never ceased to amaze her whether it was she or someone else sucking it. 

Dottie moved her crotch to the back of Angie's head and began undulating her hips in time to Angie's head bobbing. Soon she was humping Angie's head as it sought Blaine's hot, sticky cum.

Angie's hands drifted down to her thighs as she worked Blaine's cock with just her sucking mouth. Dottie smiled as she watched Angie unbutton her jeans and tug down the zipper. Blaine's dick had that affect on women. Dottie knew the feeling herself.

Angie had pushed her jeans and panties over her hips while she sucked black cock. Her fingers were busy in her pussy as she worked feverishly to bring both Blaine and herself off together. She was well on her way when she heard a shuffle at the door.

"Can I get some service out here?" a voice asked.

It was a stranger, a man, a customer, and he was looking at a nearly naked Angie kneeling at a glory hole sucking off the biggest black dick he had ever seen while a stunning blonde humped at the back of her head. 

"Jesus!" she heard the man say, "is that thing real?"

Angie turned her head briefly, looking at the man through lust glazed eyes. Then she heard something even more disturbing. "Angie? Is that you?"

It didn't matter, though. Angie was too far gone. She simply turned her head back to the black cock and resumed sucking.

"Let's go," Dottie said, pushing the man back. "C'mon, I'll ring you up." 

She pushed the guy back out into the store and sent him on his way. By the time she returned to the spectacle in the bathroom, it was over. She hadn't seen Angie get Blaine and herself off together. She hadn't seen the explosion of cum that blasted into Angie's mouth and then back out of it.

What she did see was Angie a total mess with cum everywhere and Blaine's shrinking cock slithering out of the glory hole. Dottie picked up Angie's silky top and slowly closed the door to let the pretty redhead clean herself up in private.

Dottie and Blaine sounded back to normal, as Angie appeared in the doorway to the back room with her hands covering her titties.

"I need something to cover up," Angie said.

"You'll be fine," said Dottie just as she had when she pulled off Angie's top in the first place. "There's nobody in the lot, just make a dash for it."

At that point, Angie wasn't thinking very clearly, and that was putting it mildly. She prepared herself for a half-naked sprint to her car when Dottie spoke again.

"Wait," Dottie said, retrieving a box from under the counter. 

Dottie walked to Angie while extracting a black choker like the one she wore from the box that held ten or so similar items.

"This is for you," Dottie said, holding up the collar, plain except for the pair of ruby red lips stitched to it.

Dottie held the choker at Angie's throat and moved behind her. Angie held her breath and pulled her hair off her neck so Dottie could fasten the submissive's collar.

"You're one of Blaine's mouth sluts now," Dottie informed her and Angie tingled like a four-year-old on Christmas morning.

Hands back on tits, Angie took a deep breath and raced across the parking lot to her car. Securely inside, she wondered how she would get into her apartment as she started the engine. 



Coffee & a Quickie



“Are you sure you don’t want to go with us?” my way-too-perky wife asked as I exited the bathroom, still bleary-eyed at that hour of the morning.

“The only walking I want to do at this moment,” I told her, pleasantly, “is from here to the coffee maker. Thanks, though.” We were staying with her friends, Barbara and Patrick, at their place in Kenner, Louisiana and she and Patrick were going out for a morning walk. Barbara and I were more of the same mold when it came to mornings – coffee before anything. My wife and Patrick headed out the door while I checked our four-year-old son, who was still asleep, before heading for the kitchen.

I found Barbara, looking as awake as I felt, still in her nightshirt, drinking coffee at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. I poured myself a cup and sat across from her. I complimented her on the coffee and we commiserated about our spouses and their early-morning perkiness. We were both glad they were out burning off their energy. Barbara got up to refill her coffee and I admired her figure as she did. She was clearly braless under her nightshirt, her huge tits swaying as she moved, but I detected panty lines on her plentiful ass. No doubt about it, Barbara was a big girl, but in all the right places. She was definitely no cow, but still had plenty of meat on her bones. I could feel another part of me beginning to wake up.

“How long do you think they’ll be gone?” I asked as she sat back down. She glanced at the clock and guessed about 45 minutes.

“Why?” she asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

“I just have this crazy urge to fuck you,” I told her, staring deep into her green eyes. I thought she was going to shoot coffee out of her nose, she was so taken by surprise. She lowered her cup and just looked at me.

“Really?” she finally asked, sounding incredulous, “Just…right here in the kitchen?” 

“Sure,” I said, noting her nipples pressing out against her nightshirt. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

My eyes drifted back up to meet hers as she set her coffee cup down.

“Sure,” she said, “Okay.” I broke out in a grin and stood up, walking around to her side of the bar. Noting the bulge in my lounge pants, her eyes got wide. As I reached for the hem of her nightshirt and she raised herself up to allow me to lift it, she reached out to stroke my hardness. I got the hem of her nightshirt up around her waist and was grasping the waistband of her panties as she worked on the drawstring of my lounge pants. She sat down again as I got her panties below her ass and had my drawstring untied as I stepped back to slide her panties down her extended legs.

I held them up to my face and inhaled her musky scent before setting them on the counter. Stepping back toward her, I lowered my lounge pants to mid-thigh, my hard-on springing out. Barbara held the hem of her nightshirt near her waist, allowing me a look at her dark-blonde bush, as I brought the tip of my cock to meet her nether lips. She sucked in her breath as I pushed forward, slipping easily into her slick pussy. With a hand on each of her ass cheeks, I pulled myself completely into her, pausing to relish the sensation. I realized that I had my eyes closed and opened them to gaze into Barbara’s. I slowly started sliding in and out of her slippery, steamy pussy as I brought my lips to meet hers.

As I picked up the pace, fucking her with long, hard strokes, our tongues met and explored each other’s mouths. My hands slid up her back and around to feel her immense tits. I leaned back slightly to let my hands roam over them, feeling her hard nipples against my palms. She seemed to enjoy the attention to her tits, so I gently toyed with her nipples while continuing to fuck her hard. As her noises got more insistent, I was forced to abandon her tits and concentrate on giving her a good fuck. I leaned her back against the bar with my arms around her, reintroduced my tongue to her mouth and repeatedly pushed my dick into her as far as it would go.

My mouth against hers stifled her noises, except for the slurping of my cock churning in her juicy pussy, but I could still sense her impending orgasm as her body began to tense up. I kept fucking and sucking her tongue as she got closer and closer until finally I could feel her convulsing, including tremors through her pussy. I was feeling close myself, so I kept pumping right through her orgasm, enjoying all of the sensations on my cock. Finally, just as she seemed to be coming down, I pushed deep into her and let loose with a load of cum. I kept pumping her until I was empty, then collapsed onto her shoulder.

“Oh man, that was fucking great!” I said as I raised my head.

“Yeah,” Barbara said dreamily, “I definitely prefer this method of raising my heart rate in the morning.” Stepping back slightly, my shrinking cock slipped out of her as her hem dropped to block my view of her pussy. I pulled it up and took another look at her bush but continued to raise it until her breasts were exposed. They were magnificent. Her aureoles were about 2 ½ inches across and her nipples were as big as the tip of my pinkie. I couldn’t help but lean down and suck on each of them. Barbara moaned softly.

“You keep that up,” she told me, “you’ll have to fuck me again.” Before I could reply, she continued, “But you’re going to have to wait until I pee.” I backed up and started pulling up my lounge pants as she stood and let her nightshirt drop back into place, heading for the bathroom. I sat with my coffee again, reaching across the counter to pick up her panties. Just touching them, I could feel the blood trying to return to my flaccid organ. It would take more than that, though, before I was ready to go again. Barbara returned and pressed her big breasts against my back while reaching around into my pants for a brief stroke before sitting across from me again.

By now still only about half-an-hour had passed since our spouses had left for their walk, so there was actually potential for another quickie. Still fiddling with her panties, I admired Barbara’s nipples pressing against her nightshirt and remembered how fine her titties had looked. She knew what I was gazing at, so she lifted her nightshirt above her breasts and rested them on the countertop. As I reached over to touch her nipples again, I could definitely feel that my cock was beginning to wake up again. I played with her nipples while she closed her eyes and enjoyed it, opening them only when I stopped. She looked at me questioningly so I told her I was too far away to suck them. I was going to get up and move around to her, but she got up and came to me instead. Holding her nightshirt up with one hand, she put her boobs right in my face while her other hand dropped to my lap.

My first move was to take a tit in each hand and work on licking her aureoles and sucking her nipples. She moaned softly as my cock became more rigid under her attention. Recalling that she was still without her panties, I let one of my own hands drop between her thick thighs. Encountering her bush, I slipped my middle finger up and down her slippery slit until she finally broke the silence and suggested that since she was ready, she’d better help get me to complete readiness.

She dropped to her knees and took my lounge pants down with her. My cock still only half-heartedly greeted her, but made great strides toward full rigidity as her lips wrapped around it. As she slid her mouth up, she gently tugged my cock, pulling it closer to erection before sliding back down again. It took only a few trips up and down before I was sporting a steel rod. Taking my tool in her hand, Barbara gave my balls a tongue bath before standing again.

Turning her back to me, she backed her big ass toward my waving flagpole. I grabbed her by the hips as she reached between her legs to guide my cock into her waiting hole. She settled down onto my lap, taking my full length into her pussy. From her hips, my hands slid up to hold her tits as she started sliding up and down on my pole. I was hefting her tits and playing with her nipples, loving the feel of her pussy as it squeezed my dick just right. I felt her hand on my balls briefly before she started stroking her clit, eliciting soft moans from herself.

The stool was a little too tall for Barbara’s legs, making it difficult to get the leverage she needed to ride me, so I pushed it out from under me and, with both of us standing, fucked her from behind. She rested her head on her arm on top of the counter while the other hand remained between her legs. I continued to hang on to her big tits while pushing my cock deep into her hot pussy. Checking the clock, I knew we had to be careful, so I let go of her tits, grabbed her hips and began fucking for all I was worth. I could hear the occasional moan escape from Barbara, but she kept herself pretty quite despite her impending orgasm. She was pushing back against me as hard as I was slamming my hips into her ass. Finally, with a shove backward, she froze and I could again feel the tremors through her pussy as her body shook.

I continued to fuck her, even as she came down from her climax, until she said, “Wait, stop.” I did as she asked and she pulled away from me, leaving my shiny prick waving in the air. She lay down on the kitchen floor and pulled me toward her. I had to kick off my pants before I could straddle her chest. I placed by cock between her big boobs, which she then squeezed together, then I began pumping my cock in her smooth, soft cleavage. As the tip of my cock peeked out from between her boobs, she would lick it or take as much as she could in her mouth.

I was leaning over her, my hands on the floor on either side of her head, fucking her tits and enjoying every sensation in my happy cock. I had already been close while fucking her pussy, so it wasn’t too long before I felt my orgasm rising. Just as I was about to cum, I pulled my cock from between her tits, moved forward and plunged it into her waiting mouth. A couple of pumps into that hot, wet opening and I was spewing cum down her throat. She took my full length and swallowed every drop of cum I provided her.

When I was finally spent, I let out a long breath and looked down at Barbara with her lips wrapped around my shrinking cock. I had to chuckle as I imagined how much trouble we’d be in if we were caught in this position. I got up and pulled my pants back up while Barbara stood and let her nightshirt drop. Thinking about it for a second, she decided it would probably be a good idea to pull her panties back on as well, so she stepped into them. It was still another ten minutes or so before our spouses returned and by then we were back to drinking coffee at the breakfast bar.



Coffee & Bicycles



She had been making him coffee for a year now. Every morning since she started at the local university, she poured him a cup at the local small coffee shop. She was beautiful—her red hair tied up so as to not get in her way, her adorable dresses, her kind blue eyes, her slender hands. He wondered what her hair would look like down, falling past her shoulders. He wondered a lot of things about her.

They had gotten to know each other well over the year—talking about books, movies, life events, everything they could think of in the small window of time they had together. If he hadn't left for work yet, she would sit with him on her break. Sometimes when she sat close to him he could feel the air buzzing with electricity.

He was a manager and part-owner of the local bike shop, and he always saw her bike chained up outside, begging for a tune-up. He wondered if she'd ever come to his shop. He thought about her all the time.

It was a warm afternoon when the bell rang at the front desk. He wiped his hands on a rag and walked out of the back room. There she was, hair tied up, in a soft tank top and shorts, much more casual than he had ever seen her, but still incredibly beautiful.

She smiled at him. She thought he was the beautiful one. Olive skin, dark curly hair, expressive eyes with dark eyelashes—mediterranean bliss. The smudges on his face from working on the bikes were endearing.

"Hi Lucca!" Her voice was musical. "I'm finally taking your advice and bringing in my bike. How's your day been so far?"

"Wonderful," he said, a smile spreading on his face as well. "I finished that book I was reading. I'll lend it to you?"

She nodded. "I'd love that! Thank you! And I have some music to lend you."

He walked his bike around to the back and looked it over briefly. It really needed some work done. To be safe, she should replace the cables. He told her the price and she agreed.

"How are you getting home?" he asked. It wasn't dark yet, but it would be in a couple hours and he didn't know how far away she lived. He did know she didn't have a car.

"You can't fix it now?" she asked, her face scrunching up a little.

"I have to get the cables—we just used our last ones on the bike that just went out. I can do it for you tomorrow. Do you need a ride? We're about to close."

She thought for a minute, and then nodded. "I would love a ride. But I live on the other side of town, on River Street."

He laughed. "I live there too! I had no idea. We're neighbors."

"There are so many apartments. I can't keep track of them all!" she giggled.

"Well, it'll be very easy for me to give you a ride then. Are you okay with sitting on the back of my bike? I have a seat extension."

"I've always wanted to do that!" she said, with innocent glee.

They chatted while he closed up, and soon they were mounting his bike. He shivered as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts to his back. She drove him crazy.

They laughed as he flew down the city streets, using their weight together to take turns. He had never had so much fun with a girl before. He couldn't help but notice that she smelled amazing. Like lavender.

Pulling up at River Street, he stopped to let her off. She hopped off so sweetly that he grinned at her. 

"Which one's yours?" he asked.

She pointed. "That building. I live on the second floor with three other people. They're exhausting."

"I remember roommates," he commiserated. "I'm very glad to be out of that phase in my life."

"I'd love to own my own shop someday and not have to share my space with a bunch of strangers."

"You will. You're incredibly smart and great with customers. And from what you've said, you do well in school. Business classes will pay off. You would run a great store—coffee, music, books, everything you want!"

She put her hand on his arm and smiled softly. "Thank you. That means a lot."

Her hand felt so smooth and warm. "If you don't want to deal with your roommates quite yet, you could come to my place."

Her eyes lit up. "I'd love that!"

His heart beat increased slightly. He smiled, chained up the bike, and led her inside. His apartment was beautiful—filled with art and comfortable, attractive furniture. He grabbed two cold beers out of the fridge and handed her one. She sat down on his couch and took a sip as he put on some music.

"This is really good," she said. "I haven't had a lot of beer. I've had some, but not a lot. Nothing fancy like this."

"You don't have to drink if you don't want to," he said.

"No, it's okay. As long as you don't mind. I'm only 19, so it's not technically legal yet, but I won't tell if you don't tell."

"I'm sure it's fine," he said, chuckling.

They drank their beers and talked about the music and the book he was going to lend her. They found themselves inching closer and closer to each other on the couch. Finally, they set their empty bottles down. He looked into her eyes.

"Anna, you are incredible," he murmured.

She blushed. He was so attractive to her, and she had thought about him many times, alone in her room at night. Here she was, finally alone with him.

He reached out and pulled out her hair clip, letting her hair fall loosely down past her shoulders, framing her face in a soft copper glow.

He leaned in and held eye contact until the last moment, kissing her deeply, pulling her towards him. She felt warmth spreading though her whole body as their tongues explored each other's mouths. His hands roved down her arms, caressing her sensitive hands, and then moved back up, pushing the straps of her tank top down to bare her shoulders. Her supple skin was unbelievable. He kissed down her neck and traced her collarbones with his tongue. Her heart pounded.

He leaned over her slowly until she was on her back on his couch, her legs draped over his. He kissed her ears and slid his hands up her tank top, touching her breasts over her bra. She whimpered.

"How do you feel?" he whispered.

"Amazing," she sighed.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

"Yes," she said, arousal filling her soft voice.

He pulled off her tank top and moved so he was on top of her, between her legs. She could feel his erection pressed against her, separated by their clothing. Her bra was flowery with lace accents, and he almost didn't want to take it off, but he desperately wanted to see the breasts he had been imagining for a year. He ran his hands through her hair and kissed her lovingly. He slid one hand behind her back to unclasp her bra and one hand between her legs to touch her over her shorts.

She moaned with the incredible sensation of his touch as he pulled her bra off, revealing full, round, beautiful breasts with perfect pink nipples. He kissed them ravenously, his hand finding even more enthusiasm between her legs. She was overwhelmed by pleasure.

After giving her breasts near-endless attention with his hands and mouth, he trailed his hands down to the buttons of her shorts. As he was unbuttoning them, she looked into his eyes.

"Lucca," she said, shyly.

"Yes?"

"This...is my first time."

He was surprised. She was the most sensual woman he had ever seen. But she could be very shy and she was relatively quiet and studious. He could see how she might have gotten to 19 without making love.

He stopped for a moment.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes," she moaned, rising up to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him. "I've been thinking about you all the time since I first met you. I want to be with you."

"I feel exactly the same way," he said, happiness filling him. Nothing had ever felt so right.

He pulled off his shirt so their bare chests could touch, their heartbeats beating against the skin of the other. They held each other for a moment, and then he kissed her, pressing her back down again. He finished unbuttoning her shorts and pulled them off, leaving her little blue panties on.

She gazed at him as he slid down between her legs, spreading them, and kissed her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her wet pussy. He kissed her pussy once over her panties, making her giggle, and then pulled them off.

"Is it your first time for this, too?" he asked gently.

"Yes..." she admitted.

"I'm so glad to be the first to taste you," he groaned as he licked her lightly, moving from her hole to her clit, and then back again. She writhed as he swirled his tongue around her soft pink lips and tiny, sensitive clit. She ached for him. He teased her for what felt like forever, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm and then stopping just before letting her reach completion. She was panting and desperate for his touch.

"I need you," she begged. "Please." She had never felt more sensitive before in her life.

He kissed up her stomach and chest and neck and found her mouth.

"You need me?" he asked, teasingly.

"Yes," she gasped.

He stood up. "Take off my pants."

Eagerly, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down to reveal his large, thick cock, standing rigidly at attention.

He stepped out of his pants and put her soft hand on his cock. She looked at it in awe. Without him even asking her to, she moved her face to it, drawn like a moth to the light. Silently, she slipped the head into her mouth, and he leaned his head back and moaned. Her soft lips and warm mouth were more than enough, but knowing that such a kind, beautiful, wonderful girl was sucking his cock made him feel pleasure like he had never imagined. Her gentle blue eyes gazed up at him as she took him as deep as she could. He groaned and tried to control himself. 

Once he was wet and throbbing from her mouth, he picked her up and carried her down the hallway to his bedroom, making her laugh with delight. He set her down and climbed on top of her. Pressing her legs apart, he rubbed the swollen head of his cock against her wet, aching pussy. They both moaned in anticipation. He rubbed his pre-cum up and down her slit, lubricating her for his entry.

"Are you ready?" he asked, kissing her neck.

"Yes. I'm all yours. Please take me," she begged.

He felt a surge of animalistic arousal and thrust his cock into her, making her cry out. Pushing in the thick head, he was swallowed up by her tightness. He let out a sigh of pure satisfaction. He moved in and out of her slowly, pressing in deeper each time, making her gasp every time he gained ground. Her hands gripped his back tightly as she adjusted to having something so big inside her. Finally, he was as deep inside her as he could possibly go. He felt consumed by the sensation of her tight pussy enveloping him. She was moaning, delirious with pleasure. Biting her neck, he pulled out until just his head was left inside her, and thrust back in quickly and firmly. She seemed to lose her mind, so he repeated it. And again. And again. Until he was pounding her hard but slowly. She was whimpering and moaning his name.

"Lucca..." she sighed.

He gathered up her hair and pulled it back a little, tilting her head so her ear was right against his mouth.

"Do you want me to make love to you, or fuck you?" he whispered provocatively.

Her eyes opened. "Do you love me?" she asked, in a hushed tone.

He let go of her hair and looked at her for a minute, thinking, feeling his cock throbbing inside her. It all made sense. "I do," he said, truthfully.

Her eyes flashed with happiness and arousal. "Then fuck me," she said, her voice husky.

He grabbed her arms and held her wrists down over her head and began pounding into her. She screamed, at the edge of orgasm. He fucked her harder, finally letting her reach climax, but didn't slow his thrusting as he watched the orgasm rock her body. He fucked her through it and kept fucking her as it subsided, and watched a new swell rise in her eyes. Her eyes were desperate.

"I can't take it, Lucca. It feels too good," she whimpered pathetically as a second orgasm consumed her.

Feeling her spasming around him, unbelievably tight and wet and soft, he felt like the world was his. Letting go of her arms, he lifted up her legs and put her feet on his shoulders, pressing down until her thighs were against her chest, and he was as deep inside her as was physically possible.

"I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours," she whispered over and over as he jackhammered into her g-spot.

As she came a third time, he picked her up and put her on all fours. Spreading her legs roughly, he slammed into her from behind as she sobbed with pleasure. Holding her ass tightly against him, he fucked her and watched as her soft red hair swung messily back and forth.

"I love you!" she screamed, and he fucked her harder than he had ever fucked anyone, and then swung her back onto her back and took her in missionary again, her legs and arms wrapping around him.

"I love you," he groaned back as he reached the point of no return.

She held him tightly with her legs as he pumped into her, his cum exploding inside her. She gasped as she felt it pour into her. He kissed her deeply as her pussy milked him of every last drop.

They stayed like that, just kissing lovingly as he grew soft inside her.

Finally he pulled out and kissed her again.

"Thank you," he said, so grateful that he had gotten to be with her.

She smiled, content, at peace, free. "Thank you."

They held each other.



Coffee & Cream



I felt like an outsider when Samantha dragged me along to her club, The Nebula. I knew I would be an alien, unwelcome and obscene in a panorama of unfamiliar things. Even the language would be foreign to me, common English broken and browbeaten into something exotic, full of spice and unimagined texture. Even the music, which I’ve been told is universal, would be an uncharted frontier for me. Jazz. 

Even that simple term seems strange, like it’s alive and leads a mysterious life all its own somewhere in dark, shaded alleys and fragrant, sultry back rooms. Knowing this, imagining untold embarrassment as others, native to The Nebula spotted me and screamed something akin to “infidel” at me; I still agreed to go with Sam. The old Nordic bloodline reared its savage head and called me a coward, so I gave in. There was an urge, a deep seated desire in the depth of my psyche demanding I discover this new world and conquer a place, some small place to call my own. 

A forlorn, lost soldier dressing for a duel looked back from the mirror while I was getting ready. My closet was subjected to the utmost scrutiny, and anything with a hint of flash was discarded. I sought to blend in, as well as a Nordic blonde just three inches shy of six feet might. I dressed seeking camouflage: navy slacks and a close fitting turtleneck. I wanted to blend into the nearest wall I could find in The Nebula. I pulled my moon-silver hair back into a ponytail, slipped on some flats, and ran outside to Samantha’s car.

The Nebula was dark and smoke filled, and stepping inside was like being crushed by a solid wall of sound. We made our way to a postage stamp table, a small lush black woman yelling greetings to anyone who would listen, and a silent white Amazon trying her best to slink through the press of bodies unnoticed. The fabulously beautiful waitress took our orders, a martini for Sam and a badly needed bourbon for me. I took a quick survey under my lashes for anyone staring accusingly at me, and only found a few curious, even admiring glances. The weight I’d been carrying all day fell from my shoulders, leaving only a soft veneer of relief. 

With my biggest fear addressed, and no one treating me obviously like an outsider, I settled back to enjoy the music. There was plenty of it. In one of the close corners of the room, there was a stingy slice of stage, home to a mismatched collection of musicians in varying shades of chocolate. Two of the men were refugee-skinny, with amazingly long fingers stroking ivory keys and heavy bass strings, respectively. A radiant, gorgeously rounded woman clutched the mic stand like a lover, humming and crooning in the throes of something I’ve only felt in the darkest, sweatiest parts of the night. Watching her made my inner core thrum and throb in sympathy to the heady, animalistic mood she was weaving over the audience. 

I tore myself away from the seductive hypnotism she was building note by husky note. I turned my attention then to the third male on the sliver of stage. My breath caught in my throat. He was tall, around six three or four, and every inch radiated lean muscle. His hands were amazing: broad and solid, wrapped around a gleaming brass sax. His eyes were closed, his long thick lashes brushing his high cheekbones. I found myself following the lean, sculpted line of his body downward. He wore black slacks snugly contoured to his thighs, and I found myself staring at the apex of his exquisite, long legs. His pants were snug there, as well, and smoothly outlining manhood a Greek god would have been proud of. 

I caught myself breathing hard, staring at this caramel coloured beauty onstage. I drew my gaze back up his fabulous body to his strong face, fascinated by his mouth as he blew soul-shattering notes from his sax. Some increasingly lusty demon in me willed him to look up, to open his eyes and see me. The heavy music he was making vibrated the floor, seeming to radiate across the narrow club and find haven between my thighs. Every tone he created curled tantalizing fingers around my throbbing clitoris. I shifted in my chair, my thighs falling apart so the music could find its way more easily into my sex.

Then it happened. The song ended, the sax player lowered his gleaming brass instrument and looked around his wildly applauding audience. His dark eyes lit on me. 

We stared at each other for a moment, and all seemed to go quiet. He raised a smoothly curved eyebrow at me in question. The very corners of my dark red mouth curved ever so slightly in response. I felt galvanized, powerful, as if I had willed him to notice me. His own mouth, full and wet from the sax, smiled back at me. A devilish glint gleamed deep within his eyes. His gaze flicked over me, measuring and judging every inch of my body. I was suddenly vindicated by my choice of body-forming turtleneck. I could actually feel the weight of his stare flicking over my breasts; my nipples hardened and became clearly outlined by the thin cotton. His eyes narrowed with appreciation and his smile took on an air of danger. He suddenly looked hungry to me. That primal hunger struck an answering chord within my sex, as surely as if he had played my body tone for tone like his saxophone. 

I couldn’t bear the waiting anymore; the temptation was too much to stand. I stood suddenly, murmured some excuse to Samantha, and made my way through the crowd. The sweating throng of closely pressed bodies brushed and tantalized every heightened nerve ending in my over-sexed body. I paused very much against my better senses, rubbing my tingling breasts against the anonymous bodies I squeezed between. A veritable orgy of faceless groping, bodies crushed to bodies, hands possessing anything they could take. I was panting by the time I reached the hall leading to the restrooms and the manager’s office. I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall, wishing I had been bold enough to step onto that razor edged stage and grab the sax player, as I had wanted to.

A hand suddenly touched my side, squeezed my waist. My eyes flew open. The saxophonist was standing before me just inches away, staring hard at me with his burning, coal black eyes. He lowered his handsome face, brushing my cheek with his. 

“The manager’s office is just down the hall,” he murmured against my ear, a deep baritone strumming the nerves along my throat. 

I breathed deeply, taking in the heady scent of his aftershave. He smelled like distilled sex to me, pure and crystalline as water. And I was suddenly very thirsty. I nodded ever so slightly at him, my gaze on his mouth. He brushed his full lips against mine, grazed my mouth lightly with his smooth white teeth, making my vision blur. Then he wrapped his arm around my waist and led me down the hall.

He closed the door behind us and switched on the wan light on the desk. I’m a tall woman, but I felt dwarfed by him as he stood between the light and myself. It made a halo of illumination around his big, muscular body, tricking my perception into a fantasy of demons and devils. I suddenly wished very much to be tempted. 

He ran a broad finger along my collarbone, sending bolts of lightning through my already sensitive body. I found I wasn’t in the mood for caresses and sensitivity, long drawn out foreplay. The exhilaration of discovering a new body didn’t appeal to me at the moment, much to my surprise. I wanted to take the time to explore his body at my leisure later, but right now I craved for something a little more basic.

I stepped forward and slid my hands up his broad chest to his shoulders. I wrapped a hand around the base of his head and pulled him down to me. My mouth took his, and I felt his surprise. Tongues and teeth were brought into play, a possession of the other’s mouth. He took control quickly, slipping his hands around to cup my ass and drag me hard against him. I felt his cock, long and throbbing against my belly through our clothes. I let go of his shoulder and pulled his shirt from his slacks. He leaned back and drew the smooth silk shirt over his head. I assaulted his belt next, ripping at it in my excitement. He tangled his fingers in the band holding my hair and pulled it free. He took a fistful of my hair and dragged my head back so he could savage my mouth again. 

I went blind, sensation aroused by his mouth on mine detonating behind my eyes. I dimly felt him tug upward on my turtleneck even as I loosened his slacks and shoved them down. I slipped my burning hands over his slick, sweat-sheened body, eyes closed, feeling more than I could bear. The close, cigarette laced air, his heavy cinnamon scented breathing against my face, the short hairs of his chest brushing my arm as I reached down to cup him where he was hardest. Perception froze then, as my hand made contact. He was immense, hard and throbbing, straining against his silk boxers. Unable to slow the sudden punch of greed to my belly, I dragged the thin fabric over his lean hips. I stepped back, pulling away from his mouth, wanting to see him.

I stepped around the desk into the light, and he turned with me until he was illuminated. It was like viewing a god carved in dark wood. He was no mere sax player to me, but a well-defined sculpture, art to be savoured, a representation of the species. He was MAN, in its finest form. Wide shoulders curved over a broad, firmly muscled chest. Short curling hairs dusted his coffee coloured skin, tapering down to a thin line, an arrow pointing to his beautiful, upthrust cock. He was long and thick, and the heart shaped head gleamed under my scrutiny. 

He smiled at my obvious pleasure, and offered a broad hand out to me. I stepped into his embrace, feeling those skilled fingers skimming down my back to catch the ends of my turtleneck. He pulled it from me in a smooth, single motion, and replaced the fabric with his tongue, tasting every inch of me he had exposed. My skin was hot and damp from excitement, and the fragrant air settled along the light hairs to torment me. His magnificent mouth mapped my shoulders, burning my flesh with his heat. A lightning storm was building under my flesh, bolts dancing from nerve to nerve whenever his teeth nipped me. I wanted badly to share that with him, so I placed my palms on his smooth dark flesh. That alone made the lava pool in my belly, the mere tactile sensation of such fabulous bone and muscle under my hands. I pricked him again and again with my nails, making him laugh low against my flesh.

He covered my breasts with his hands. Rough, calloused fingers catching on the navy satin, rasping along the lace edge. I arched my back, pushing my breasts harder against his hands. He squeezed and molded them in answer, thumbs scraping my nipples through the satin. I unhooked my bra in back just as he lowered his mouth to taste. He held the bra in place over the soft, heavy globes, flicking his tongue along the edge of the lace and lowering the fabric at his leisure. 

He still seemed intent on taking his time, and I was starving for him. I wanted to feel all those hard, pulsing inches inside me, his big muscled body above me. I reached down, dragging my nails lightly across the sensitive ridges of his belly, following the arrow line of hair to his proudly jutting cock. I brushed the very tip with my thumbnail, slid my fingers along the burning length. He pulled my bra completely from me as I ran my knuckles down the veined underside of his length. I reached underneath his sac and took his heavy balls in my hands as he sucked my nipples into his hot, wet mouth. I rolled his balls in my palms, squeezing and pricking him with my nails. He bit my nipple in response, drawing a gasp from me. I shivered, grabbing his throbbing cock in reflex to keep my world from spinning. 

My belt went next, my impatience spurring him to action. He dragged my slacks down with little ceremony, and slid his hands into the seat of my sheer panties, cupping my ass and pulling me against his hips. The heat of his cock pressing against my belly was incredible. He reached down into the thin scrap of material covering my mound, then slipped his skilled fingers further down. I leaned my head back, giving him a chance to bite and tongue his way along my jaw while his fingers made their own foray along my slit. The tip of one finger parted the folds, dipped inside to run along my core, slick with my cream. He paused just at the edge of my gate, and kept going, feeling his way to the throbbing pearl of my clit. I pulled at his cock, dragging it up and against my smooth belly, asking him without words to hurry.

He pressed his finger against my clit once, and drew his hand out from beneath the satin. He took my panties in his big hands and tore, shredding them from my body in one move. I shivered in delight and turned my face up to his, kissing him hard to show my approval. He covered my mound with one hand, pushing up against my public bone, crushing my trapped clit against my own slick flesh. I moaned into his mouth. He wrapped his free arm around my waist, pulling me down in counterpoint to his other hand. He rocked my body into his palm, slipping his centre finger into my folds and dancing it around my entrance. I rode his hand at his pace, grinding my crotch into his palm. He started dragging me higher, bringing me to my toes to keep the delicious friction. I was panting into his mouth, sliding my hand over his cock in time to the thrusts of my starving body. I whimpered once, just as I was about to come, and he lowered me, pulled his hand away. 

I looked at him through glazed eyes, and saw him go down to the floor. He grabbed my hips and nudged my ankles apart with his knees. I felt his breath teasing along my slit. He pressed his mouth against me, pulling me apart with his wide, wet tongue. He flicked it over my creamy flesh, killing me slowly, drawing and mapping the edges of my eager pussy. I grabbed his shoulders as he licked his way up to my clit, and I pressed my crotch more firmly against his mouth. He sucked my pearl once, maddening my over sensitive body, then closed his teeth over it. Lightning crackled behind my closed eyes and I came into his mouth with a cry. 

He stood, grinning at me. He grabbed my hips and picked me up, sliding me up his body. I clutched at his shoulders, still shimmering through my first climax. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he dragged me up, that throbbing monster feeling its own way through my wet passage. The rounded head slid easily into my slit, and he rubbed the length of his cock between my thighs. I kissed him again, tasting my cream on his tongue, and he pulled my body back far enough for the head of his cock to enter me. I groaned, trying to hurry him by pulling on his waist with my ankles, but his strength was incredible. He slid slowly up my channel, filling and stretching me deliciously. I moaned into his mouth, pulling against him, wanting it all. He suddenly bucked under me, thrusting upward with all his strength, filling me to my core. I whimpered at the brilliance of the sensation, feeling him in my throat. He cupped my ass in his hands and began to thrust.

I tore my mouth from his and bit along his jaw to his shoulder, maintaining my hold on his shoulders with my nails. I ground my crotch into his every time he was fully sheathed, rubbing my throbbing clit against his curved, burning cock. He bucked and pounded into me, driving me insane, making me want to scream as he tunneled inside me. I tightened my legs around him to shorten his strokes as I neared the end, but the power of his forearms was too great and he thrust hard and fast into my wet heat. I sank my teeth into his full lower lip, wanting him to slow down and make it last, but he was intent on making me take that fast and furious fall. He laughed low in response to my savagery and kissed my hard, pushing his tongue deep within my mouth. I moaned and sucked on him, clutching his cock with my nether lips as I came again. 

He slowed, giving me time to recover, then began rocking into me again. Still tingling, I determined that he should be the next to lose control. I slid my arms down his back and clawed at his muscular cheeks. He groaned softly into my mouth and bucked harder against me. I tore my mouth from his and leaned my head back, looking into his glittering ebony eyes. I grinned at him, feeling the power of his thrusts dragging me back up that jagged cliff again. 

“Together,” I whispered against his mouth.

“Together,” he agreed in that rum-on-velvet baritone that vibrated through his chest into mine. 

I sank my teeth into his lower lip again. He took a step forward, and pressed me hard into the office door. He held me there, imprisoned by his body. He pounded into me, breathing hard, bring up his hands to squeeze and mold my breasts. He kissed me hard, tunneling into my wet, pulsing flesh. I felt my muscles tightening again, clutching at his cock. He was growing inside me, getting harder, and his balls were drawing up against me when he was fully sheathed. His thrusts became wild, he pistoned determinedly into my welcoming body. 

“Now,” he growled against my ear. He slid his hand around and into the crease where our bodies were joined. He massaged my clit roughly, pushing it back into my pubic bone in time with his thrusts. I pressed my face into the muscle of his shoulder, moaning against his flesh while he pumped repeatedly into me. He squeezed my throbbing breasts reflexively, panting into my jumbled hair. I looked down when he cried out and jetted into me, having to see where we were joined, the brilliant contrast of his coffee coloured cock sliding into my creamy, wet folds. The image was more than I could bear, deliciously flaunting years of social taboo. I clutched hard at his back, my climax meeting and melding with his. 

He kissed me again, one last kiss beyond any need for kissing. We stayed against the door for a short while, relearning the complex process of breathing properly. He finally gave a shuddering sigh, his cheek pressed into my hair. He took a small step back, letting me lower my legs. He stood still for a moment, while I adjusted my tingling, shaking muscles to bear my weight. He slipped from inside me, leaving me bereft and empty. I shivered, the front of my body gone cold without his heat against me. We dressed in silence, handing each other whichever article of clothing was closest. Finally, he buckled his smooth leather belt while I finger-combed my pale hair back, banding it again. He looked at me with those quiet, intense dark eyes. I sighed then, and reached for the doorknob. His hand met mine, covered it, dwarfing me with his size. A delicious bolt of fiery electricity shot through my body, pooling in my quaking belly. He stepped closer, now just an inch away from me. I tilted my head back to look at him.

“I’m off work in an hour,” he said quietly, a rumble of stones on sand in the stillness.

I smiled, heat filling every inch of my body. “I’ll wait for you,” I replied. He grinned back down at me, and slid his arm around my waist, dragging me against him for a hard kiss, which would have to last us both for another hour at least. 

We went back out into the lively noise of chatter and clinks of bottles meeting glasses. He left me at my table with Samantha and went back down to reclaim his meager sliver of stage. I sat contented then, shimmering, as he made love to the audience with the soul-stirring notes from his sax, waiting for it to again be my turn.



Coffee & Cream



I married Michel three months ago and was as happy as I thought a woman could be. In the six months since we met the one thing I knew and the most important thing in my life was that he loved me. It was only icing that he was well off and a wonderful lover. I still know that he loves me but a bit of a 'wrinkle' came up three weeks ago. I found him in bed with his mother.

We were all going out for dinner and we were to meet at our home at seven. My mistake was coming home at four. As I entered the house I heard noises in the bedroom: noises I very well recognized, noises of fucking. As I looked in through the half open door my first reaction was the last one I would have predicted. I thought, "That is the most stunningly beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Bianca's full head of curly black hair was cascading around her face down her shoulders. Her mocha skin was all the same hue no matter where you looked. Her dark eyes make her look more Greek than the Italian that she is. Her full conical breasts rose and fell gracefully as her hips rose and fell over her son's cock, over my husband's cock.

I was magnetized to the scene of passion. As she rocked on him, their hands were in constant motion: touching, teasing and searching. The words of love that passed between them were inflaming. I watched as she got off him and took her son's slick cock into her mouth. He moaned as his mother ministered to him. She licked and sucked the long shaft that I thought was for my mouth alone. I could taste what she tasted.

His mother then got on all fours and said, "Michel I want you here."

I was fascinated and in a crazy way I was jealous. We had never talked about it but I knew that we had never made love that way because I was afraid I was too small for him there. He was in his mother's ass and she seemed transported. I could almost make out the sweat pouring off them as she touched herself and began to come. As she came she made a sound I can only call a howl.

I should have been appalled, I should have been furious; I should not have been wet. I turned with the chaos of my thoughts and left.

I walked for two hours wondering what to do. Is my marriage over? How could I have been so wrong? Why today of all days when I was going to tell…and with every thought my foolish heart kept feeling, "He loves you Jessica, he loves you."

I went home in a tired stupor not having decided anything. I was quiet through dinner claiming a headache. I observed them and was surprised that I saw no hint of conspiratorial looks between them. They were both kind and solicitous to me. I thought that I must be out of my mind because I felt as if they both loved me.

We dropped Bianca off at her house, which is minutes from ours in the development and we went home. I wanted to talk to Michel but didn't know where to start. As soon as we got home Michel started kissing me. There was no duplicity and nothing obligatory about it. His kissing was filled with love and desire for me. I couldn't help but respond. Even knowing what I knew, his touches, his fingers, his hands still said more than just "I want you." I was lost in his lovemaking. 

As we rested and he nestled me in his arms I said, "Michel, I saw you today with your mother."

I heard him whisper softly, "Oh no."

"Tell me Michel, so I can understand."

There was a long exhale before he began. "Jessica, you must know first that I love you and I married you because I can't be without you. I never wanted to hurt you and I thought I could keep that part of my life separate."

"I know you love me Michel but I have to understand this."

"It started after my father died and we had to get the business that he was about to start off the ground. You know how mother and I worked for years to make it successful but you don't know how hard it was on her. She was worried all the time. She went without food and most nights she spent without sleep. One evening she was curled up on the couch next to me and I began stroking her back. She was soothed and fell asleep. It became our ritual: the only way she could fall asleep was with me touching her. I was soon in her bedroom and my hands were under her nightgown, and then there was no nightgown; there were only my hands on all of her. We made love for five years before you came to work for me."

"Why did you want me, why did you even talk to me? I'm not as beautiful as she is and you already had her Michel; so why?"

"Because I got to know you Jessica and the more I knew, the more I loved you. I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think I would love you this way and then I thought I could give her up - and I tried. I couldn't do it. I love you both and that's where I stopped. Tell me what to do; I love you both"

"Oh God Michel, I don't know what to tell you."

We held each other for a long time and then my husband made love to me again: quiet soft love that soothed me through the night. His fingers explored the places that only he would know. When he reached into my ass I was glad. I fantasized it was his cock but I was still afraid. I held his stiff rod and urged it into my waiting center. My husband was taking me, loving me. When I came, it was as I always came with him: I knew nothing but the flow of my cum, nothing but the place to which orgasm takes me. When I awoke I was alone with my doubts and fears. I took them to where I had been taking them since I met her, to Bianca.

I had always been able to talk to her and up until now she had become my best friend. I felt things couldn't get more complicated and perhaps she could help simplify them; of course I was wrong.

I went to her and just came out with it. She told me her story. How it happened was the same, why it happened was not. She said, "When Michel lost his father he was lost and he had no confidence. He'd only been with one girl and I was his source and his stability. When he first started touching me I knew what he wanted and what he needed. I let him feel loved through his caresses and then it became more. It became what I needed and wanted. I was always a very sexual person and it was always for me an expression of love."

She told me he always spoke of his love for me and that the last time was her fault. They had broken it off and she had gotten needy and selfish. Bianca began to cry and I held her. She began stroking my hair and I let her. She kissed me gently and I let her. She took me where I wanted to go. As she found my places I knew why Michel was such a good lover; this woman had taught him. She had shown him where to touch and where to taste - as she did now. She had shown him where a woman is and how to get there.

Bianca told me I was beautiful and while I was with her I believed it. She called me a Botticelli Venus because I'm so fair. She told me she loved to look through my translucent skin at the beautiful fine green veins that are visible on my breasts and thighs: the veins I despised as a young girl, the veins I saw differently now. She made love to me and wouldn't let me touch her. She said, "Today is for you alone."

Her full lips took me into her mouth and what she did to my clit I can only call exquisite pain. No one had ever done that to me. Her tongue teased as if it knew me. She pleasured me to a place it didn't seem possible to stay without coming. When I finally crested and she allowed me to come, it was the sweetest release. I thought, "Everyone should come once in their life – like that."

When I left, Bianca again said that I must tell Michel - all. As I pulled into my driveway I thought, "If I was confused before, there is no word to describe this."

That evening, I began by telling Michel about Bianca and me. As it turned out, I didn't have to say the rest. His response was joyous laughter. He said, "I can just imagine you two together; you must look like porcelain and mahogany… or better yet, coffee and cream." 

He unbuttoned my top and exposed my breasts. He massaged my nipples between his fingers and as I felt the moisture appear between my legs I heard him say, "You're pregnant aren't you?"

I was surprised, but I said, "Yes, how did you know?" 

He kissed me for a long time and smiled, "I can see your fullness and your pink nipples turning to mocha. Why didn't you tell me as soon as you knew?"

"I was confused with all that was going on and I didn't know how you felt. We said we would wait a while and I …I was also afraid you would find me ugly and not want to make love to me any more once I got fat."

He laughed, "I'm going to love you forever, no matter what you look like."

He took me with more love than he had ever shown. He kept touching, and kissing my soon to be swollen belly. He was happy and so was I. He put himself in me and was so gentle I had to pull him in to get all of him. I laughed and said, "Michel I won't break because I'm pregnant: I still want you to do me."

He did. I wanted it all from him now. I wanted him in all of me. I offered myself as his mother did and he took my slick juices and washed his hardness with them. He worked the thick knob past the ring of my ass and as he pushed into my tightness he kept repeating, "Jessica my sweet wife." My name sounded like love in his mouth. I forgot my fears and I loved him having me there. 

And as he pleasured me I knew it would be all right. I knew that Bianca would be part of this family and all the possibilities danced in my head. I knew that we would share love and that we would fulfill each other and I knew that we would be the cream in each other's coffee.



Coffee and Cream



Coffee and Cream (Timmy's Guy)

I walked up to the counter, swinging my hip to make my short skirt swish. Heels are a god-send to short people like me. Let's face it at five foot zero inches any height is good height. And my six-inch stilettos gave me height and they make my legs seem so long. They curve the calves nicely and push you butt out. You have to stick your chest out to balance yourself; heels accentuate my already curvaceous body. 

I peer over the counter, bending just enough to make my skirt rise up to show the bottom of my ass cheeks. I know he isn't in the back. I just saw him outside smoking. But I know he will be in to serve me in 5...4...3...2...1...Perfect timing. He walks into the store and sees me leaning over the counter. He stops and checks me out. I can feel his eyes on me and they make me burn with lust. 

I straighten up, so he only had a glimpse of my ass, just enough to keep him wanting more. I believe that he noted that I wasn't wearing any panties. I don't like them. They get in the way and are too constricting. He starts to walk to the counter. As he passes I move my body slightly, so I gently brush up against him. "My usual, please," I request as I glance down. I can see the outline of his cock through his jeans. He is already hard. I lick my lips thinking of what it would feel like in my mouth. I am a cock-whore, to be honest. I love the feel of a hard cock in my mouth, pussy or hands. The textures and tastes blow my mind. The feeling of my mouth and throat being stretched to fit it in makes me cum. I love running my tongue over a cock, just exploring it and feeling the pulse against my tongue. God, the feeling of a guy cumming deep in my throat is so intense. I am so close to cumming just thinking about it. I think he will feel amazing. His taste will be sweet and creamy.

"Cream?" he asks with a catch in his voice. He sees where my eyes are and the look in them. He knows. He knows what I am thinking. And he wants it too. I nod, still locked in the fantasy of drinking his cream. God the things I could do to this guy.

"Will that be all?" he asks huskily. I finally look up at him, into his eyes. I know what he will see on my face. Hunger and lust, in my eyes and on my face. Yes, he knows what I want. I look back at his cock and watch as it grows longer and thicker, straining the zipper.

"For now," I say to him, letting him know that I want so much more.

"$1.75, please," he says as his eyes drop to my breasts. I am quite proud of them actually. They are C-cups and firm, with just enough squishy to have fun with, my nipples are large and a little bit puffy. They are hard and crinkly now, poking through the think material of my too small tank top. They are clearly visible and the majority of my breasts are already exposed by the low cut of my top.

I reach into my purse for a toonie.

"Opps..." I dropped it on to floor. I bend at the waist, allowing my knees to bend a little too. I make sure to bend sideways and far enough down so that he can see all of my breasts and most of my ass. He leans forward a tiny bit for a better look. I give it to him. I bend my waist a little more and push my hips back. He is rewarded with a peek of my dripping wet pussy. Remember that I don't wear underwear? This is one of the reasons. I like to flash people. I enjoy it and it gets me hot. No panties means I have more to show with a minimum of fuss. 

I grab the toonie and stand with a snap. You know the bend and snap from the movie Legally Blond? This is my version. My breasts jiggle nicely, rubbing my nipples against my top. I hold out the money and look at his face. His eyes dart from my tits to my ass and his expression is all lust. He realizes that he is staring and that I was holding out the money. He reaches for the toonie and as he takes it from my hand I turn my hand over and slid my fingertips over his palm. He seems to shiver and quickly opens the cash register. He hands me my twenty-five cents and continues to stare of me.

"The coffee?" I ask.

"Oh... Right...Sorry," he stutters and he turns and makes me my coffee. He seems flustered. I can't imagine why...I know I can't stay longer. My pussy is starting to leak down my thighs and my knees are getting shaky. 

He hands me back the coffee and says, "Have a good day."

I smile a secret smile and say, "I will now. This was just what I needed."

He seems about to say something, but I cut him off, "See you next time."

I turn and saunter out of the store while my knees quake and my thighs get soaked. I get into my car, start it and take a deep breath. I savor the feeling of being this wet and horny. I embrace the frustration it causes me. I promised myself two months ago that the next time I came; it would be him doing it for me. I am enjoying the teasing and anticipation. We have been playing this game for two months, since I moved up here. I don't even know his name. I am patient. I can wait. And I will. I know that I will have him...my Timmy's Guy. 



Coffee and Cream



COFFEE AND CREAM by K. Nitsua. Revised version copyright 2008 by the author.

 AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another former print story of mine, back in a revised version.

I went to college at a large state university and when I graduated I was lucky enough to get an entry-level position with a local company. I loved my job, though it meant putting on a tie to go to work. I was twenty-two years old, upwardly mobile, with a nice place, a good income, and no one to share my good fortune.

Don't get me wrong. I wasn't desperate. I'd come out in my sophomore year and was comfortable with my gay self. Not that I was standing on the street corner shouting the news, but I wasn't trying to hide it either. I worked out, without becoming a gym rat. I went out, without becoming a bar fly. Things were out of control in only one area of my life. Years of late-night studying in college had left me hopelessly, incurably addicted to caffeine.

Last summer a new coffeehouse opened on my daily route to work. This was a godsend, not least because whoever owned the place had to be gay. How could I tell? Well, the staff was all male, breathtaking to look at, and free of attitude-a gay coffee lover's wet dream.

It wasn't a queer java hut, though. The place was in one of the tonier neighborhoods in this city, and it drew an upscale crowd, mostly straight yuppies. Not that the young husbands and fathers who came in for their caffeine fixes weren't worth looking at. Often I wasn't sure who to check out while I waited in line, the counter boys or the customers.

During the week I never hung out there, having only time to dash in and dash out. Sometimes on the weekends I would go, sit in one of the overstuffed armchairs and read the paper while sipping my espresso. One Saturday morning in September I was doing just that. After a while I got bored and looked around the room.

The place was empty except for one man sitting opposite me at a table against the wall. He was reading the paper too, dressed in the neighborhood's standard leisure ensemble: T-shirt, sneakers, and running shorts, the kind whose legs were split up the side for extra freedom and skin exposure. He was about my age, lean and lanky, legs corded with muscle. His dark wavy hair fell over a strong, square-jawed face, serious in expression as he studied the headlines. I turned my attention to my favorite part of the male body. I notice arms, especially forearms. The pair that held that paper was as ripped as his legs. The only disappointing thing was the glint of a gold wedding band on his hand.

So he was married-that didn't mean I couldn't look and enjoy. As I watched he shifted positions, raising his leg and putting the ankle on his other knee. The vent of his running shorts on that side fell open, exposing part of his butt and a narrow elastic band crossing it-he was wearing a jockstrap. My cock leapt up in my jeans at the delicious sight and I had to shift positions myself to relieve the pressure. My breathing quickened and I felt the pre-cum start to flow.

At that moment, the married hunk looked up and caught me square in the act of checking him out. I thrust the paper up to cover my face, succeeding only in making my wandering eye more obvious. My cheeks were flaming behind my newsprint screen. I thought about just jumping up and getting the hell out of there before he came over and confronted me.

I sat frozen in that position until my muscles began to ache. Nothing happened and finally I decided I was being ridiculous. I let the paper drop slightly in my hands so I could see over it.

The handsome man was still there, still reading. Now, though, he was facing in my direction, leaning against the wall with legs slightly apart. I had a perfect view of what was inside his shorts-strong, hairy thighs and, further inside, the pouch of his jock, stretched full by its contents. The next moment one sinewy hand wandered into the picture and stopped, cupping the swelling mound in dark blue nylon.

I looked up, startled. The guy locked eyes with me and gave a slight, almost invisible nod. My heart was thudding as I cast a glance around. No one else was nearby. The counter help had gone in the back for a break. I fixed my gaze on him and nodded in response.

He put his paper on the table, stood, and stretched, the picture of casualness. Then he strolled into a narrow hallway at the back, where the restrooms were located. I didn't take my eyes off him for one second. Just before opening the door to the men's room he glanced back over one broad shoulder, reached down and hiked up one side of his running shorts, baring one dimpled butt cheek framed by the strap of his jock. The devil.

I forced myself to wait a minute after he disappeared inside. Then I got up and walked toward the back myself, my erection a hard, insistent ache in my bulging jeans. At the door to the john I looked back one last time. All clear. I pushed the handle down and walked in.

It was a single-occupancy restroom with a toilet, sink and urinal, filled with the artificial perfume of air freshener. My man was standing at the urinal, his back to me, one arm moving. He turned as I shot the deadbolt. For the moment we were safe.

He had pushed his shorts and jock down in front. His long, cut cock, half hard from his stroking it, jutted out above a pair of round tight balls. In a flash I was on my knees in front of him, peeling his gear down his thighs. I grabbed his cheeks and took his pole into my mouth, coaxing it to full erection.

He sighed and ran his hands through my hair. "That's nice," he said in a low voice. I made what sounds I could to indicate agreement. I was fucking turned on. Nothing like doing a hot hunk in a public place to get your juices flowing.

After a while, to my surprise, he pulled me to my feet. I had figured a married man would only want to be serviced, but I was wrong. He knelt, unbuttoned my fly, pulled my cock out and went to work like a pro. His bottomless hot throat and agile tongue had me at the edge in moments. To head off the explosion I pulled back out of range.

"What's the matter?" he asked, panting.

It took a moment to collect my thoughts. "I-I didn't want to cum in your mouth."

White teeth flashed in a charming, astonishing grin. "Why not? That's the best part."

Again I was amazed. "You really want me to?"

"Sure. I love it. Let me taste you." He grabbed my butt and engulfed me again with his mouth. His other hand jerked his cock, lubed with my spit.

"Uh, buddy, oh jeez... oh shit... oh... FUCK I'M GONNA SHOOT..."

My body jackknifed and my knees buckled as the orgasm raced up from my crotch and exploded in my brain. My hands clamped around his head in a death grip as I fired bullets of hot liquid down his throat. I heard gulping noises below me as he swallowed.

Still gasping, I forced my eyes open and looked down. He had let go of my cock and thrown his head back, his mouth open, his eyes closed. His own organ was still hard as a rock between his thighs.

Before my better judgment kicked in I got him to stand up and hit the floor again. I took him into my mouth and began to suck fast and hard, using as much spit and pressure as I could. It took only a minute for his breathing to quicken and deepen into rhythmic grunts as his cock came to life, filling my mouth with his hot salty juice. When he was finished shooting I stood on stiff legs. The reality of the situation hit us. As fast as we could we cleaned ourselves off and stuffed ourselves back into our clothes. We washed our hands and faces, wiped up and flushed the evidence down the toilet. Finally we stood facing one another. My partner in public sex looked relaxed and happy. He stuck out a big, warm hand and I shook it.

"Thanks, man. I really needed that."

"Guess you don't get enough at home." I blushed at how tacky that sounded but he just laughed.

"It's that obvious, huh?"

I was kicking myself. "Forget I said that, I'm sorry."

He clapped me on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it." He turned and unlocked the door, opened it a crack and peered out. He gave me a conspiratorial wink. "Give me a minute, OK?"

"Sure."

He flashed that smile one more time and gave me a thumbs-up. Then he was gone. I wanted to stick my head out the door, get one last look at him, but caution won out and I waited to leave until I was sure the coast was clear.

I'd like to say that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, but I never saw the horny husband again, though I scanned the place every time I came in for weeks afterward. I was sorry, but there wasn't a lot I could do, since I hadn't gotten his name. Then a new barista came to work at the coffeehouse and things started looking up again.

Greg was around twenty, slender but toned, and kept his blonde hair clipped very short. One ear was pierced with two thin gold rings. His large brown eyes seemed to pop from his face, giving him a startled look. In repose, his square jaw and longish nose gave him a stolid, almost sullen expression. But when he smiled or laughed, brilliant white teeth framed with a pair of deep dimples flashed out, transforming his face. He was a student at the same university where I had gone, and was here brewing espresso to pay the tuition. His real passion was playing the drums in a local alternative band that had visions of making it big.

I thought he was cute the first time I saw him, of course. Otherwise, I wouldn't have chatted him up and found all this out. But I didn't actually fall head over heels until one afternoon when he was ringing me up and I glanced down as he handed me my change. Greg's forearms were as solid as oak from all that drumming, roped with muscle and vein. I knew then I was a goner.

Like a love struck high schooler I lost the power of speech. After that, Greg would see me standing in line and say in a friendly voice, "Tall non-fat latte?" I would nod, blush and duck my head. Other mornings he would man the espresso machine, making conversation while I stood waiting for my drink. I grunted monosyllables in response. I could barely look him in the eye when he wished me a good day.

When Greg disappeared for a while after Christmas I was desolate, until one morning he was back behind the machine as usual. I was overjoyed and said to him, "You've been gone."

"Yeah," he said, twisting a handle with one beautiful arm. "My band went on tour."

I became worried again. "Does this mean you're going to quit your day job?"

Greg laughed. "No, we're not that good yet. Going to keep making your lattes for a while. Here you go, man." He put my drink in front of me with a courteous nod.

I screwed up all my courage and said, "Well, I'm glad. I missed you." Then I fled before he could reply.

God knows how long we would have gone on like that. Life, though, has a way of forcing the issue. That spring, the treadmill that I had inherited from a college buddy gave up the ghost. I had free weights and a bench at home and didn't want to join a gym. So I started jogging and walking around my neighborhood, shopping and running errands on foot. The weather was good and I was enjoying the outdoors. I decided not to get a new exercise machine until I had to.

One warm afternoon after work, I changed out of my good clothes and went to pick up my shirts at the cleaners. It was a hilly walk on a busy thoroughfare, two miles round trip. When I got there I was startled at just how many shirts there were. I was going to get a good workout today. I paid the bill, hooked my finger into the stack of hangers, and began trudging home.

I had walked maybe half a mile, my shoulders and back protesting their burden, when I sensed a car slow down behind me. A battered Suzuki Samurai pulled to the curb.

"Need a ride?"

It was Greg, dressed in dark gym shorts and a blue wife beater, his shoulders golden and muscular, leaning toward me and smiling in his dazzling way. I wiped my brow with the back of my hand. Next to his relaxed masculinity I felt hot and stupid.

"Well, if it's not too much trouble..."

Greg flipped the door handle and I clambered in.

"I was just coming from my bank," he said, gesturing behind us, "and said to myself, hey, I know that guy. Car trouble?"

"Yeah." I didn't tell him I'd been power walking with a bunch of starched shirts.

"I hear you, man. It's costing me an arm and a leg to keep this baby running. Where to?"

I gave him directions, eyeing him covertly. My recent jaunt wasn't the only reason I was sweating. I thought about what it would be like to put my hand on this college boy's knee, let it wander up his sturdy thigh and into his shorts. I could bet he wasn't wearing anything underneath. Good thing the pile of shirts was in my lap so Greg couldn't see the results of my fantasizing.

Greg worked the gearshift, arm muscles rippling with every motion. I was nervous as a cat, but determined to see what I could make of this stroke of luck.

"Am I taking you out of your way? By the way, I'm Steve."

He shook my hand, sending a jolt like electricity through me. "No problem, Steve. I'm not in a hurry."

We pulled up to my apartment. I said as casually as I could, "Thanks a lot. Can I at least offer you a drink for your trouble?"

Greg thought a moment, then nodded. "No coffee, though. I smell it in my sleep."

I was elated. "How about a beer? I've got some cold ones in the fridge."

"Sounds good."

We sat in my living room holding Bud Lights, Greg on the couch, me in a chair. We made small talk about the university, compared notes about our experiences. The beer was giving me a pleasant buzz and I suspected he felt the same. There was a lull in the conversation. I looked into his brown eyes and took a deep breath. It was now or never.

"You work out, right?" I said.

"Yep. I do some. My band, we play a lot with our shirts off. Got to look good."

"I'd love to know how you get those arms. They look great." I hadn't said anything overt yet-just guy stuff.

"Well, drumming helps, but I've also got a routine I do with free weights. I could show you, if you've got any here."

"As a matter of fact I do in the guest bedroom." As I got up, I thought I saw Greg's eyes drop for an instant to my crotch, but maybe it was the beer. "Come on back."

In the spare bedroom I handed him the barbells as he sat on the workout bench and demonstrated various curls and lifts. I spotted him when he needed it, staying close, feeling the heat rise from his body, breathing in the scent of his clean sweat.

He finally stopped and put the weights down, panting. "So that's about it."

Watching him work out had made me fully hard. The bulge in his flimsy shorts seemed larger, too. I went for broke.

"Those are really good," I said. "No wonder you look like this." I was kneeling on the floor next to him. I reached out and grasped one sinewy forearm, gently squeezing it, not daring to look him in the eye.

Silence. Nothing happened. I finally got the nerve to look up. The smile I liked so much was on his face. I stroked his skin with my thumb. "Is this all right?" I asked.

"Sure," he said. "You like my arms, huh?"

I stood, put my hands on his bare shoulders and pushed him back on the bench so I could straddle it facing him.

"The rest of you isn't bad either," I said, running my hands under his tank top and pulling it up, exposing his smooth, hard chest and stomach. I leaned down and tongued one pink nipple. He moaned softly and ran a hand through my hair.

I grasped the waistband of his shorts. He raised himself to let me pull them down his legs. His cock sprang up, fluid leaking from its dark head. I had it in my mouth almost before I'd seen it, lowering my head into his warm musky crotch, grasping his hips to steady myself as I slid up and down on the hard, veined shaft.

After a few moments I raised my head and looked once more into his liquid eyes. His hand clamped on the back of my head and propelled my face toward his. Our lips and tongues met and tangled in a long kiss. We broke apart, gasping.

"Fucking nice," I said.

He chuckled. "What can I say, I'm a nice guy."

"Are you ever. Want to go to my bedroom?"

He shook his head.

"Why not?" I asked, puzzled.

Greg hesitated. "Well-I've always had this fantasy about doing it in a gym. Working out just gets me so hot. This isn't exactly a gym, but-"

"It's close enough," I said, squeezing his cock. "Let's get naked."

In a flash my clothes were on the floor. Greg's eyes widened at the sight of my jutting cock. It didn't take long for him to peel off what little he had on. He reached out, grabbed my butt and guided my pole to his mouth. I closed my eyes and let pleasure wash over me, running my hands over his forearms, tickling his nipples and hearing him moan in appreciation.

He let me go and said, "I want you to fuck me."

"Sure. Just give me a second." I went to the bathroom and got a box of condoms and lube out of the medicine cabinet. When I got back Greg was lying on his back, his arms over his head, his hands grasping the top of the bench. He grinned and raised his legs, the ridges of his stomach leaping into view as he contracted his abdominals, the puckered hole between his cheeks exposed and vulnerable, ready for the taking. My hands were shaking so I could hardly get the rubber on, but at last I was ready.

I took a fingerful of lube and squatted in front of him, watching his face as I found his hole and greased it. He gasped at my touch, his eyelids fluttering. I stood, put my cock against his asshole and took hold of his calves. One push of my hips and the sheathed head disappeared inside. Greg's head fell back, his eyes closed and a long "aaaah" sound welled up from his chest.

"You okay?"

"Fucking fantastic. Oh man, give me all of it."

"You got it," I said through gritted teeth as I hit bottom, my balls pressed against his steely cheeks. I pulled back out, then rocked my pelvis in a quick thrust. He grunted in satisfaction as I slammed into him.

"Do it, buddy. Fuck me."

As I plowed Greg's ass, my eyes took in the visuals: my rod sliding in and out of his tight hole, his chiseled abs and chest, his face contorted with lust, and best of all, his arms raised above his head, muscle and sinew rippling underneath smooth skin.

I let go of one leg and took hold of his cock, jacking him off as I continued to fuck him. He took over after a while. Our motions became frenzied.

"Getting close man. Can you cum with me?"

"Mm hmm," I muttered as I drilled his hole even faster and bent forward toward his face. On the narrow bench I didn't have much leverage, but Greg knew what I wanted. He raised his head and our mouths opened for each other. I cradled his shoulders as we kissed again.

Greg broke away. "Ah yeah, going to shoot." I rose in time to see the white jets explode from his cock and spatter over his heaving stomach muscles.

"Shit," I gasped, screwing my eyes shut as I sent my seed blasting into the rubber in his ass. For the next few moments no coherent sounds came from either of us, only wordless shouts and gasps.

Finally my breathing slowed and I opened my eyes. Greg's head was back down on the bench, his eyes closed. I pulled out of him gently and got a towel from the bathroom, peeling off and throwing the condom in the toilet. I went back in and wiped the cum off of him. When I was done, Greg sat up and put his arms around me. I kissed his decorated earlobe. We stayed in an exhausted embrace, sticky with sweat.

After a while he stirred against my shoulder. "You know," he said, "I never thought I'd meet such a hot guy at the coffeehouse."

"That reminds me. I think I'm going to change my regular drink. From now on you're making me mochas with whipped cream."

Greg looked up. "Why?"

I replied, deadpan, "I like watching you squirt white sticky stuff."




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He laughed. "Tell you what," he said, "invite me back and I'll do that for you any time."

"Is that a promise?" I reached under his balls and stuck a finger in his tender asshole.

His eyes widened. "Shit... Do that some more and I'll promise you anything."

I pushed in deeper, working his prostate. "An unlimited supply of free drink cards?"

"Uhh... Oh yeah." His breath quickened. "Fuck me again, Steve."

I was rock hard again. "What the hell." I reached into the box on the floor and quickly sheathed myself with a fresh rubber. I lifted his hips and guided his butt down onto the pole jutting from my lap.

"Free refill," I joked as I slid my cock into him. That was the last time I thought about coffee that day.

It's been months since I took that walk to the cleaners. I got a new treadmill for my apartment and gave up my neighborhood wanderings. I still stop by the coffeehouse, but I see Greg at my place a lot too. Thanks to him, my arms look pretty good, though not as good as his.

"It makes perfect sense that we got together," I said to him the other day in bed.

"How do you figure that?"

"Well, for months you gave me hot liquid every time you saw me. All we did was turn symbolism into reality."

Greg cracked up. "Steve, you're crazy. Crazy but nice." He drew me close with his arms. "Hot and strong, too."

Like a good cup of coffee, I thought, as I lost myself in the comfort of his body.

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Coffee & Cream



She hated coffee shops, the smell of the coffee just made her feel queasy, and the tea was always undrinkable. Hells, she was only in there because she had arranged to meet a friend, the weather was too bad to be window shopping, and the sofa by the window had come free.

Settling down with a mug of chocolate flavoured tar, she took a book from her bag and opened it up at the marker. She had at least 20 minutes to wait before her friend actually put in an appearance, if at all. Sammy was notorious for not turning up to arranged meetings, and even less likely to arrive on time. Settling down on the sofa, she spread out and turned sideways, taking up the whole thing so no-one else would crowd her out.

Glancing up at the rain hammering against the shop window, she watched idly as the street cleared of the few brave shoppers, then returned to her book. She shivered slightly as the door opened near by, sending a gust of icy air across her, then it closed again and the heating soon fought away the draft. Turning the page, she slouched down in the corner of the sofa and sighed. Glancing at her watch, she watched the seconds tick by.

The door swung open again and Sam breezed in, her bright orange hair at odds with the black clothes she habitually wore. Closing the book, she slipped it back into her bag and sat up a little straighter.

"Oh I am so glad you are here," Sam declared to the coffee shop as she sat down in a flurry of long coat and oversized handbag. "I've got the most atrocious tooth ache. Just been to the dentist. I swear he was drilling for Australia. I can't feel half of my face."

"Then should you really be here?" she asked in exasperation. "If you've had injections and stuff maybe you should go home and sleep."

"Crap," Sam declared loudly. "I just need a good strong coffee."

Watching Sam head for the counter, she sighed and prepared herself for what was to come. This was going to be a classic Sam Encounter.

"So what's happening with you on the love front?" Sam asked as she sat down, a large coffee in one hand and a piece of chocolate cake in the other.

"Precisely nothing," she stated flatly. "Just as I told you last night on the phone."

"So you did," Sam replied vaguely as she sorted herself out on the sofa and the little coffee table. Setting down the cake, she stared out of the rain drenched window as she drank the coffee. Watching it dribble over Sam's chin and all down her front, she smiled slightly and waited. "Jesus feckin christ!" Sam yelled after a few moments.

"Hot?" She asked mildly as she handed over her napkins. "I assume he gave you a lot of local anaesthetic?"

"Shit!" Sam declared as she threw down the sodden napkins and looked down at her soaked top and trousers. "I'm going to have to head home. Sorry Kit."

"No problem," She said with a shrug. "These things happen."

"On a regular occasion to me," Sam grumbled as she pulled on her coat, wrapped the cake in several napkins and slipped it into her bag. "I'll call you later."

"Take care," Kit called after her as she swung through the shop door, head down against the rain and ran. "Doofus," she said without rancour and picked up her book again.

Turning the page, she paused and looked up at the man next to her.

"Is that seat taken?" he asked, indicating the seat on the sofa next to her and then at the full coffee shop.

"No, not at all," Kit said as she grabbed her bag off the seat and sat up. "Help yourself."

"Thanks." Sidling past, he set down his coffee on the table, then shrugged off his jacket and sat down. Smiling shyly, he took a sip of the hot coffee and reached into his backpack. Taking out a book, he leaned back and got comfortable.

Glancing at the book he held, Kit smiled and buried her head back in the text she was reading. She'd read that six months ago. Not the most edifying of reads, but interesting to someone with her interests anyway.

Registering her interest, he glanced across and smiled quizzically. "You know the book?" he asked softly.

"Read it a while back," Kit answered. Setting her own book down over her thigh, she leaned her elbow on the back of the sofa and her chin in her hand. Yes, his accent was definitely London, but only just. He had obviously spent enough time away from there to lose its strength. 

"What did you think?" he asked as he glanced at the cover.

"Rather dry, but interesting if you are into it," she said with a shrug. "You?"

"Utter drivel," he said with a sigh. "Too many niggling inaccuracies."

"Really? Not that deep into it to know," she said with a lazy smile. He was rather cute, but not in a way she usually went for. For a start she wasn't usually into interracial relationships; she'd seen friends try and it had always been too complicated for a start. But she was finding herself attracted to this quietly spoken Asian.

"But that's just me," he said with a self deprecating chuckle. "So you enjoying your book?"

"Not really," Kit admitted. "It's for my degree course."

"Ah yes, been there, done that," he commiserated. "So you are what? About 20?"

"More like 28," Kit giggled. "Always get mistaken for a kid."

"Then you are lucky," he said with a grimace. "I look my age."

"I'm sure you don't," she laughed. "You can't be above 35 at the very most."

"39," he corrected. "And thank you for the compliment. What course are you doing?"

"History," she admitted.

"At the local university? Excellent," he said with a genuine grin. "I believe I am to be a guest lecturer for you all."

"Are you Doctor Toor?" she asked with wide eyes.

"For my sins," he admitted. "Infamy at last."

"Something like that," she agreed. "Look, are you due to lecture us this afternoon?"

"Not today, but I was going to sit in on it," he admitted.

"Cool," Kit said with a smile. "You can sit on the back row with me and explain what the old trout is wittering on about."

"Yes, Muriel can be somewhat dry," he admitted as he packed away his book and picked up his coat. "Shall we go? Only it will take me a bit longer than you to get up that hill."

"Sure," Kit agreed. Shoving her book away, she dragged on her coat and picked up her bag. Watching him pick up a walking stick, she frowned and glanced down. She hadn't noticed that when he walked in.

"I'm afraid I am a cripple my dear," he teased as he caught her glance. "Just an annoyance, really."

"Oh, ok," she said with a shrug. "Let's get going before this weather gets worse."

"Is that possible?" he asked as he held the door for her.

"Oh gods yes," Kit explained as she pulled up her collar and hunched into her coat. "This is nothing."

"Dear God I am in the wilderness," he complained as he joined her.

Laughing at his horror, Kit pulled up her collar and started walking into the rain as it got heavier, the droplets bouncing up off the pavement and soaking her jeans to above the knees.

"Shit," he complained as he stayed close behind her, his stick making a sharp tap on the ground as he kept his balance on the soaked pavement. "There is no way in hell I am sitting through a two hour lecture whilst soaked to the skin."

"Tell me about it," Kit growled as she glanced up at a roll of thunder. "Oh fuck."

"Change of destination," he declared as the rain got even heavier. Snatching her arm, he turned her away from the university and towards a hotel. "I'm staying here for a few days. I'll get you a drink," he explained as they hurried through the rain to the welcoming warmth of the hotel entrance.

Pushing through the heavy old glass doors, she looked up at the faded elegance of the high Victorian age, the gilt mellowed and the velvet faded. Dragging off her coat, she shook the rain off in the entrance way then carried it by her side.

Moving on ahead, he collected his key at the polished wood front desk, exchanged a few words, then turned for the lift.

"If its ok by you, I'd prefer to get some dry clothes," he commented as he frowned slightly. "If you like you can wait in my room, I have a sitting room, and...."

"That's fine," she said quickly, her stomach feeling hollow with excitement and anxiety. She was really pushing her luck. "I can read my book."

"Yes, your book," he agreed with another frown. Shaking his head, he pressed the button and the lift doors opened. Stepping in, he held the door open whilst she joined him. Holding her bag in front of her, she stared straight ahead at the floor counter as it slowly turned. She could smell him, his aftershave subdued but fresh. He was breathing evenly, controlled and soft. Whilst she was out of breath, her body hotter than it had a right to be.

Glancing at her, he took in the way the rain had seeped through her jacket, damping her clothes so they clung that little bit closer to her body. She was curvy, her body full and going in and out in all the right places, so different to the modern fad for skeletal bodies. He much preferred her curves, the warm scent from her body as she stared up at the floor arrow assailing him. What was that? It was perfume, definitely, and he had smelt it before and thought nothing of it, but on her it was intoxicating.

Shaking his head free of such thoughts, he stepped forward as the lift came to a smooth halt and the doors slid back. Stepping out onto the plush corridor carpet, he walked to the end door and inserted the old style key to the large brass lock. He much preferred these old hotels that had retained their Victorian details; modern hotels were so soulless. Swinging open the heavy oak door, he flicked on the lights and glanced around the small sitting room. Heavy red leather sofa and chair filled most of the room, deep red velvet drapes at the window blocking out the rain and most of the insipid grey light. Tossing his coat aside, he walked over to the window and looked up at the heavy black clouds just as another flash of lightening shot across the sky.

"I think we made it just in time," he commented as the door was softly clicked closed.

"So it would seem," she agreed quietly. Laying her coat aside, she put down her bag and joined him at the window. Looking up, she slipped her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and leaned her head back to look up at the clouds.

Looking sideways, he took in the view of her breasts as they pushed against her white cotton shirt, the grey of her bra showing through slightly. Closing his eyes for a second, he fought his body and his imagination. That shirt was damp enough to show her skin.

Glancing down, Kit watched him glance at her chest then close his eyes, a frown marring his brow as he argued with himself. Surely he couldn't be interested in her?

"Doctor?"

"Call me Rikesh, please," he said, his eyes opening instantly and a smile on his face. "Doctor makes me sound responsible and that's a terrible idea."

"Ok, Rikesh," she said with a shy smile. "Erm, shouldn't you get some dry clothes on, you're soaked."

"Am I?" he asked as he glanced down.

Reaching out, she touched a hand to his chest where his shirt stuck to his skin. Looking up into his eyes, she retracted her hand and turned scarlet. "I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"Yes you should," he said calmly. Catching her hand he placed it back to his chest and held it there. Wrapping his long brown fingers around her's, he held her gaze. She had the most unusual deep storm blue eyes, flecks of gold around the iris giving them a sparkle. He wondered how many others had taken the time to study them properly. Probably not many, he decided as she blushed deeply. Fools.

"Kit," he said softly as he traced the back of his fingers over her cheek. "If you want to leave you can."

Shaking her head, she lowered her gaze shyly and fidgeted. Yes, no-one else had taken the time to get close to her. Their loss was his gain.

Stepping closer, he felt the nervous energy in her, the heat emanating from her body as he stroked his thumb over her cheek. So damned soft. Standing a mere inch from her body, he stroked her face and ran his other thumb over her fingers placed against his chest.

Swallowing carefully, she raised her eyes to his and was lost in his dark gaze, the laughter lines at the corner of his eyes softening them. Carefully raising her free hand, she cupped his cheek in her palm and smiled softly as he closed his eyes for a second. He felt so good to touch, smooth warm skin the colour of creamy coffee. So different to her pale skin. Making a move forward, she pulled back, unsure of what she should do.

Laughing softly, he closed the gap between them quickly and pulled her against his chest, her face on the same level as his. Resting his hands on her hips, he held her still as she adjusted to being so close to him.

"Just take your time," he advised as he slid his hands around her and rested his warm palms against her lower back. "Just do what feels right for you. And tell me if you don't like something I do."

"Ok," she said softly, her voice catching in the back of her throat. Leaning forward, she timidly placed her lips to his, the lightest of touches as she tried to kiss him. Smiling softly, he slid a hand up her back and to the side of her neck, his fingers sliding through the fine hair stuck to her skin from the rain. Holding her still, he placed his lips to her's and kissed gently. Moving on her softly and slowly as she savoured the sensation. The men in this area of the country were obviously fools to let this one get away.

Placing his other hand to the side of her neck, he cupped her head in his hands and deepened the kiss a little further, running his tongue across her lips to taste her. There was still a hint of chocolate about her, and a lot of heat. Feeling her relax slowly under his kiss, he rested a hand on her hip as she slid her hands to his waist. Deep in his stomach he felt the heat uncurl and his body began to harden for her. Dammit he wanted to take this slow.

Sighing softly, she stepped closer, her feet caught between his as she rested her body against his unconcsciously. She was feeling so hot and tight, her body reacting so fast to his gentle touches and kisses. She was so sensitive already and the rain couldn't account for everything. 

Holding her close, he slid his tongue between her lips and tasted her mouth, the wet heat intoxicating. She tasted so damned good, and his body knew she would taste even better. Reaching up, he removed the clip holding her hair and teased it out of the knot she had wound it into. It uncurled around his fingers, the fine wet strands catching him in a snare. Releasing his hand, she shook her hair out then leaned back in for a kiss with a giggle.

Catching her with his mouth, he kissed her long and deep, his tongue twining with hers as he ran his hands down her sides to her hips. Her jeans were wet, soaked by the rain. The denim was moulded to her body, clinging tightly and revealing every curve to his fingers.

Digging his fingers in gently, he was rewarded by a soft moan from her, the small sound turning him on so much his own jeans felt uncomfortable and painful over his hardening shaft. Continuing the kiss, he raised his hands to her breasts, stroking her softly through the damp cotton of her shirt. Damn her nipples were hard, thrusting through the material. Releasing the first button of her shirt, he leaned back and looked his question at her.

Smiling shyly, she raised her hands and slid her fingers under his. Releasing the first button, she popped the next, her nimble fingers making light work of the fastening. Easing the cotton back, she paused as the shirt hung off her shoulders. Tracing his fingers down her neck, he skimmed them over her shoulders and over the straps of her bra. She shivered softly at the touch, closing her eyes and opening her mouth a little. So soft and sensual. What idiots to let her go.

Pushing the shirt from her slowly, he ran his palms down her arms then placed her hands on his waist as he looked at her. Large breasts encased in a dove grey cotton bra. Her nipples were pushing against the fabric, the large circles around them standing out clearly to him. God he just knew she was going to be so slick with her own hot juices by now.

Watching her shirt slide to the floor, Kit closed her eyes and enjoyed the touch of his warm hands on her arms, his rough palms sliding up her skin to her shoulders. For a moment he stroked his fingers in circles on her skin, then he had snagged the bra straps and was slowly easing them off her shoulders.

Shivering at his touch, she watched his face as her breasts pushed free of the cotton cup. Her nipples were hard, harder than she'd ever known them be. She felt so swollen and sensitive, the rush of warm air on her skin at odds to the chill of her rain soaked clothes.

"God you are wonderful," he declared, then he swooped down and took her nipple in his hot wet mouth.

Gasping at the sensation, she moaned as he rolled it with his tongue, teasing and tasting her as his fingers kneaded her other breast. Clasping her hands to the back of his head, she tipped her head back and breathed heavily. Dear god it felt so good to be suckled.

Moving his hot mouth to her other nipple, he knelt on the thick carpet and slid his hands around to her backside. God it was as full as it had looked. Digging his fingers into her flesh, he felt the wet denim cling to her skin. She shivered gently again, her whole body quivering under his hot tongue and fingers. Reaching up he fumbled with the clasp of her bra before removing it and dropping it to the side. Her skin was still damp, cold from the rain, fine goose bumps covering her as her cold skin met the warm air of his room. Kissing his way under her breasts, his fingers found the buckle of her belt and slowly undid it. As the leather slid through the metal clasp she kicked off her boots, her agile toes pulling off her socks as she stroked the back of his head and around to his ears.

Closing his eyes at her gentle touch, he moaned in the back of his throat and placed hot, urgent kisses all over her stomach. Her soft, rounded stomach. 

"Please, Doctor Toor," she whispered breathlessly.

"Rikesh," he answered with a hot smile. "My name is Rikesh."

"Ok," she whispered, her eyes closed tight as she revelled in the feelings he was stirring within her.

"Good girl," he whispered. Releasing the top button of her jeans, he looked up her torso as she looked down at his fingers in fascination. Fingering the tab of the zip, he slowly, agonisingly slid it down, his free hand kneading her backside as he held her close.

Moaning softly, she stroked his ear, her agile fingers playing, her nails catching him gently and sending shivers through his body. How in hell had she been overlooked?

Easing the zip the last inch, he eased his fingers into the waist of her jeans and slowly eased them aside. She had on matching dove grey cotton shorties, the material stretching a little over her tummy, but riding low on her hips. She felt so hot to his touch, and he could see her tummy muscles clenching a little. Sliding his hands inside and onto her hips, he leant forward and place hot kisses to her stomach, then he slowly eased his hands down. The wet denim clung for a few seconds, then it began to slide off her body, the curves of her hips and thighs slowly being revealed to him. God she was so curvy, going in and out just where he wanted her to. Kissing to the side of her belly button, he began to lick her hot damp skin as he slid the jeans down to her knees, then her calves. Easing them off as she raised one foot after another, he tossed them aside then leaned back on his haunches to stare at her stood before him in just her shorties.

"God you are amazing," he said as he looked up at her.

"No I'm not," she said shyly, her gaze sliding away from his.

"You are to me," he declared. "So beautiful."




Coffee & Cream



Then he pulled her close and traced a line of red hot kisses all over her stomach as his hands slowly stroked up and down her legs. Leaning into him, she placed her hands on his head and slowly stroked her fingers around and over his ears, murmuring to him as she closed her eyes and revelled in the new sensations.

Sliding his hands up her thighs, Rikesh slid them around the back and onto her buttocks, his fingers kneading the flesh as he kissed her stomach, his tongue playing on her hot skin. Sliding his long fingers up, he caught the top of her shorties and eased the material down until his fingertips could touch her skin. Looking up, he smiled at her and slowly eased the cotton down over her hips and to her thighs. He desperately wanted to look at what he was revealing, but she was nervous and he didn't want to push her too fast. God what was he thinking? He was already pushing her faster than he had a right to. Pushing them off, he tossed them aside then leaned back to look at her. Reaching out, he traced a finger over the trimmed hair at the apex of her thighs, then he slid the finger down, following the line of her body. She was hot and wet, her moisture seeping out and onto his fingers.

"Rikesh," she breathed softly, her hands sliding to her stomach and then inching lower.

"Yes, just like that," he teased as he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to her groin.

"Oh!"

Laughing softly, he leaned back and pulled off his jumper. As he reached for his T-shirt he was surprised to find her hands under his, tugging the cotton off his body and throwing it aside.

"Someone is eager," he teased as she kneeled on the floor with him. Smiling shyly, she leaned forward and caught him in an awkward kiss. Sliding a hand to her neck, he held her steady as he deepened her kiss, slowly teaching her what to do as he stroked his thumb just below her ear. Breaking the kiss he leaned back and looked down as she fumbled with the fly of his jeans. "So quickly?" he asked with raised brows.

Nodding quickly, she looked down shyly as she fumbled with the buttons. Sliding he hands aside, he released the buttons then let her take over again. Her fingers clasped the denim of his jeans and tugged it roughly, trying to remove his jeans as quickly as she could. Wriggling a little until the wet material slid off his hips, he laughed as she drew her breath in.

"I never wear underpants," he explained as the denim was pushed aside.

"So I see!" she squeaked.

Pulling her against him, Rikesh held her gently and kissed his reassurance as he awkwardly pushed his jeans down his thighs. "Honey I have to take them off," he explained softly.

Drawing back, she watched as he sat down and slid the trousers off and tossed them away. Staring with wide eyes, she leaned forward, her hand flat on the floor as she drew a long finger a long the scars on his thighs. "What happened?"

"Nothing important," he said with a shrug. "I'll tell you another time." Catching her hand, he pulled her to him and slowly leaned back until he was lying on the floor, the thick pile of the carpet cushioning them. "Now I believe we were in the middle of something?"

Giggling at his question, her breasts shook and pressed themselves to his bare chest. "Rikesh, I..."

"I know," he said with a gentle smile. "Only at your speed."

"Ok," she agreed. Lowering her head, she caught him in a kiss, more sure than her last. Stroking the back of her neck, his fingers became entwined with her wet hair. Stoking a finger down her spine, he was rewarded with a whole body shiver against him. Doing it again, he laughed deep in his throat as she moaned gently. Her heat against him was making him harder than he had been in a long time. So much vitality there.

Sliding his leg up her's he trapped her between his thighs. His hardness was caught between their bodies, pressed tight. Inhaling sharply as she moved against him, he had to laugh as she jumped in panic. "It's OK," he soothed.

"But you sounded hurt," she said in concern as she strained to look down.

"Not hurt," he assured her. "More pleasured."

"Oh!" Her face tinged pink as she looked down, then her mouth was set in a hard line and before he knew what was happening she had slithered down his body to lie between his legs. 

"Kit?"

Ignoring his question, she studied him closely, his hard length standing proud of his body. Reaching out, she gently slid a finger the entire length of him, then looked up as he groaned and closed his eyes tight. Trailing a nail his length, she smiled slowly as he muttered under his breath and squirmed a little. Circling his shaft between her finger and thumb, she gripped tight and moved her hand up and down slowly, the feel of him under her skin as he grew hotter and harder.

"Best student I've ever had," Rikesh mumbled. Tipping his head back, he gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into the carpet. "Dammit Kit don't do this for too long."

"I won't" she promised. Looking up shyly, she lowered her gaze back to his length then leaned forward. Opening his eyes as he felt her warm breath on him, Rikesh raised his head in time to see her place her lips to him. "Oh God!" he groaned.

Pressing her warm lips to his head, she touched her tongue to him, the salty taste in her mouth for a few moments. Sliding him a little way into her mouth, she licked his shaft, her tongue wrapping around him as she tasted and savoured. "Kit! Stop!" he gasped. "Not yet."

Looking up, she raised her head and frowned. "You don't like that?" she asked in confusion.

Catching her wrists, he dragged her up the length of his body and kissed her. "I liked it too much," he growled. "I don't want to come too early." Sliding his hands down over her back, her wrapped his fingers around her full backside and squeezed. "You and I haven't finished yet."

"Haven't we?" she asked with a small smile.

"Nowhere near," he promised. 

Taking her in a kiss, he stroked and caressed her buttocks and back, his fingers dipping low to the curve of where her thighs began. The heat was spreading, and her body was growing damp with their heat. Pulling her higher up his body, he raised his head to take into his mouth the nipple that hung over his face. Playing his tongue over it, he teased it as it grew hard in his mouth. Suckling it, he slid his fingers down her body until he could slide them over her backside and down between her thighs as she straddled his stomach. Smiling as she gasped, her slid his fingers into her hot centre and revelled as they dove into so much wetness he couldn't keep her open. Moving on him, Kit moaned and rubbed herself against his fingers as he slid them inside, searching out the sensitive areas.

"Roll over," he ordered. "Lie on your back."

Biting her lip, she slid off him and settled onto the carpet, her hot body sinking into the deep pile. Rubbing her hands all over her torso, she closed her eyes as she reached down. Sliding her fingers down, she spread her thighs before he could move and slipped her fingers into her opening. Spreading herself wide, she opened herself with her fingers, revealing the hot wet pussy she was quickly stroking and teasing.

Moving over her, Rikesh settled on his stomach between her legs and watched her busy fingers in fascination for a few moments. As she raised her hips off the floor and groaned, her caught her in his hands and held her still. Lowering his head, he eased her hand out of the way and placed his tongue against her. Holding tight as she tried to raise herself again, he slowly licked her entire length, his face becoming covered with her wetness as she pressed herself down on his tongue. Moving against the carpet, he stroked his hard shaft gently as he worked his tongue in her pussy, lapping and tasting and teasing her as her juices ran freely over him.

"Please," Kit gasped, her eyes screwed tight shut. "Please!"

"What?" he asked.

"Your fingers," she gasped. "Put them in me!"

Sliding in two fingers, he gently stretched her to her tight limits. God she was going to be a very tight fit for him. Slipping his fingers in and out of her tightness, he licked her slowly, his tongue playing over the sensitive little button of hers as it grew redder and throbbed gently. Gripping her hips tightly, he looked up over her stomach as she writhed in his hands, her body taught and quivering softly. Kissing his way up her torso, he paused at her breasts to nip and suckle her again as his fingers worked in her pussy, teasing her to new heights of arousal as he prepared her for him.

"Rikesh," she purred, her eyes half closed as she reached for him.

Sliding into her arms, he kissed her gently, his tongue twining around her's as she raised her head to him. Sliding his hands under, he cradles her head gently as he slid between her legs. By instinct she drew her knees up and opened herself wider. Taking his opportunity, Rikesh pushed forward gently but incessantly, opening her to him. Placing the head of his hard length to her, he pushed forward with his lips, his kiss muffling her groans of discomfort. Pushing forward sharply, he winced as her nails bit into his back at the sudden intrusion, then her grip was loosened as he broke the kiss.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, nuzzling into her neck as he soothed her.

Nodding jerkily, Kit closed her eyes and moved gently to ease the tight stretched sensation of having him inside her. Swallowing carefully, she forced herself to relax and accept him.

"Good girl," he soothed as he placed a soft kiss on her throat. Moving slowly, he eased himself out of her, and then back in again, taking his time as her body resisted for a few moments before accepting him back. "That's it, just like that," he soothed as she closed her eyes and relaxed under him.

Placing kisses to her throat and face, he watched as her face flushed again and a soft smile played on her lips as he stroked her back to arousal. Her body was so soft under him, accepting him all over as he moved in and out of her hot centre. She felt so good wrapped around him, so tight and hot and her muscles were moving all the time, stroking and caressing him. Suddenly she would grip him tight, pushing down as she drew him deeper into her. Then a shiver would run the length of her body again, echoing through him as he pulled her body tighter to his.

Wrapping her arms around him, Kit raised her hips tentatively, pulling him in deeper as he slowly thrust in. Groaning together, she arched up and dragged her nails up his back. Grunting deep in his throat, Rikesh pushed deep into her in response. Gasping in surprise, Kit narrowed her eyes and scratched him again. Sliding into her, Rikesh buried his face into the curve of her shoulder, carefully sinking his teeth into her skin in warning. Laughing softly as she hissed air between her teeth, he resumed his careful stokes into her body as he reached down. Sliding a hand between their bodies, he roughly slid a finger in and began to stroke and tease her clitoris, watching in interest as she screwed her eyes tight shut and bit her lip.

"Let it go," he ordered roughly. "Don't fight it."

Shuddering under him, she dug her fingers into his hips and forced him into a faster pace. Pulling her knees as far back as she could, she rested her feet on his back as she pulled him into her. Shaking as he forced his way in and out of her, she panted heavily and raised her head to him. Catching him in a rough kiss, she wrapped her arms tight around his body as the first shudder of her orgasm broke, and with it the rush of hot juices from her body. Slamming into her body as she shuddered under him, Rikesh flexed his hip several times as he drove himself deeper into her, and then he went rigid, coming deep inside her as she drew him closer.

Holding him tight, Kit stroked the wet skin of his back as he rested the length of her, dragging in deep breaths as he recovered. Staring up at the window, she watched the rain run down the glass as the storm settled over the town. Relaxing into his embrace, she dragged the throw from the nearby sofa and slung it over them. This was infinitely more enjoyable than any lecture.



Coffee and Cream



I work in a coffee shop. Not a big, plush establishment, instead its just a small shop with a few regulars and people who sit and mooch off of the wifi. There's rarely anything interesting going on in the small shop off of the bookstore, but last year's Valentine's Day was different. 

Last year, right around Valentine's Day the boss hired a new manager. Her name was Elise and she was all business. The last manager was a thirty five year old man who always had a scraggly week old beard that grew all the way down his thick neck. Elise whipped the lazy attitude of the coffee shop back into an establishment that looked almost as good as she did. We had everything clean and fresh, the stockroom was even cleaner than most businesses ever kept the counters and did Elise ever push her employees. 

It was just a few days until Valentine's Day, and Elise had the idea of decorating the entire shop for the holiday. Of course the other employees didn't like the idea, because that meant staying late. Personally, I thought some extra time with the boss would earn me some brownie points, and boy, did it.

"Dave," Elise was talking to me, "Dave?"

"Uh, yeah?" I was pretending to be busy scrubbing the counters clean. They didn't really need it, but Elise would always notice the hard work that we put in, even if it wasn't needed.

"I'm looking for volunteers to help set up the shop for Valentine's Day. So far it looks like everyone else is busy. I'd hate to have to force someone to stay to help, but I'm running out of options. Would you be interested in helping out?"

"I guess so," I responded, "Who all will be here?"

"It looks like it'll be you and Richard."

I groaned inwardly. Richard, a local college kid who hadn't a clue in the world, was not exactly the kind of company I was interested in before Valentine's Day, but I had already said yes so that was decided. I thought about backing out, but instead I just smiled.

"Thanks, Dave. I owe you," she winked.

That evening after closing I stayed to start decorating. There was a big box of cupids, hearts, and arrows, along with some pink and red glitter and confetti. Richard still hadn't shown up and was already fifteen minutes late. I poured myself some of the leftover coffee, put in my earbuds, and got to work.

Only a few minutes later, I felt a tap on the shoulder. 

"It's about time," I said as I turned around. "What took you so long, did you need to stop and ask Siri for directions again?" Instead of Richard, Elise stood there, smiling. Her short hair had both highlights and lowlights with a sexy bob cut that was longer in the front than in the back. She pushed her glasses up and continued to smirk at me.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought you were Richard," my normally white skin turned a deep shade of red. 

"Oh, don't worry," she leaned in and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I could smell a touch of alcohol on her breath and noticed she had brought a bottle of wine with her as well. "Richard couldn't make it, he had some bullshit excuse for not showing up. I was at home, in the bath with a bottle of wine when he send me a text saying he wouldn't be here. So I came to help." She winked at me again. "So where were you?"

"I, uh, was just getting these hearts and cupids out to put on the walls." I pointed to the decorations strewn on the tables. She took off her jacket and I got a glimpse at the blouse she was wearing. It was the same one she had on during the day, but it was obvious that she hadn't bothered with a bra after getting out of that bath. Her bosom, which normally was confined in some bra or another, was free and her erect nipples were teasing through the thin fabric of her white blouse. The top few buttons were undone and her perfect melons were peeking out and enjoying the evening air. I felt a surge beneath my belt, but I tried to pretend it hadn't happened; she was my boss for crying out loud.

"Do you like them?" Elise had seen me ogling them. "I bet you do, I know I do. They have gotten me more drinks than I care to remember." She flicked her tongue out and it slid smoothly over her upper lip. I felt another surge in my pants. She leaned way over, right in front of me, to pick up one of the hearts for the wall. Her boobs were now in full view, gloriously tanned and perky as ever. I guessed her to be about mid twenties, with C cup breasts. I was now sporting a raging erection, which she could plainly see. She picked up one of the hearts and held it up for me to see.

"Did you know," she asked while caressing the edge of the heart in her hand, "that the heart shape we decorate with isn't made to look like our heart? Instead it's supposed to look like a woman's ass." 

"Really?" That was the only thing I could think to say, "I can't see it."

"Hmm," Elise replied. She hiked up her black pencil skirt and bent over. "How about now?" She asked, holding the paper decoration beside her bare ass. I noticed that she hadn't bothered with panties either. I wondered exactly how much wine she had already had with that bath, but I decided to enjoy the fun while it lasted. I swallowed quickly and took a step toward her.

"I still don't know," I replied," I can sort of see it, with the curves on the top," I reached out to fondle the top of her prize ass. I started with the left cheek and glided my hand over her crack and started up the other mound. "But I don't know about the point at the bottom. Maybe I just don't have a good angle."

She took the cue and stuck her ass out further. She arched her back and her pink pussy came into view.

"Here, let me trace it and see," I said. I started back on her left ass cheek and worked around her lovely butt just like before, except now when I finished with her right cheek I moved down and slid my finger over her pussy. She clenched in excitement just a bit and I felt the pussy juice already coming out of her. I continued back up her left side. "There," I declared, "Now I see it."

She wasn't done with me though. She took one of the other decorations and held it up. It was a heart with an arrow through it.

"Some people think that this is a sign of a broken heart, but that's not what it reminds me of," she turned back around to face me again. I was sad to see her skirt cover that fine ass, but now she was at my cock. "I want to see your arrow," she purred. "I think it would fit in my heart nicely." Just sound of the words made my cock bulge out again. Elise noticed and smiled as she undid my pants. She pulled them down and yanked my boxers down with them. My stiff package greeted her excitedly, and the pre on the tip was already visible.

"Looks like your arrow is already ready to fire," she started to undo the few buttons left on her blouse. "But I'm a firm believer that arrows need a bit of warming up before launching."

She tossed her blouse to the side and let her breasts hang free. They were the perfect size for a boob fuck and thats just what she began to do. She took my member between those two tan mounds and got down on her knees. She slid me back and forth between them licking the tip every once in a while. I started to moan and a shiver of ecstasy ran up my back. Just as I thought I was going to blow my load all over those tits, she stopped and turned around.

"Remember the heart?" she asked, "the one with the arrow?" I took me a second to realize that she wanted me to put it in her ass. She was already spread over one of the tables we had put the decorations on. I stepped up and lifted her skirt up and admired that fantastic ass. Her hand was already on her pussy and she was massaging in with fervor. I guided my dick to her puckered ass, but she stopped me.

"Not yet!" she cried, "don't you want to get that wet first? Stick it into my pussy for a bit." 

I did as I was told and readjusted my angle. I was planning on entering gently and slowly, but she was in a sexual fever. As soon as my dick was even just making contact with her pussy she pushed back against me. She was madly horny, I could tell. She gyrated against me and started to moan.

"Oh, Dave, Oh, Dave!" she cried. She started to pulse with passion. I continued to ram it into her. Her moans increased and she grabbed my hand and put it onto one of those lightly golden tits. "OH, YES, YES, YES, YES!!" She sprayed a bit of pussy juice onto my cock and pulled forward, forcing my cock out of her. I thought that that was all I would be getting, but instead she arched her back and relaxed her asshole.

"Well?" she asked, "Is your arrow ready for the heart?" I pushed my manhood up to her open ass. It was as tight as I expected, if not a bit more. I worked the tip in slowly and heard her gasp and wince involuntarily. But by this time I was to far invested in this to stop. I gave her a moment and felt her ass relax a bit and I started to thrust in rhythmically. Her hands grasped the edge of the table and she started to moan, to scream in delight as I started to pound her ass harder. "OH! OH! OH!!!!!! That's it! Give it to me!" she cried. "I continued to ram it inside her as she continued to cry out in delight and pain. 

"I'm coming!" I cried.

OH!! Ah, Ah! Oooh!" was the only reply she gave.

I exploded inside her ass and felt my warm goo start to flow backward. The warm sticky mess covered her ass and started to drip onto the table. My cock was quickly receding, and I pulled it away from Elise. She was just laying there, exhausted from the ass pounding she had received. Finally, she opened her eyes and said, "Now that's what the arrow is for."



Coffee & Cream Dream Team



Roshni was from Bombay and a more sultry beauty you could not wish to find. She had hazel eyes and a full, luscious lips. Whether drawn together in a pout, or parted in a smile they captured your attention. Her big, natural tits were firm and her stomach was without an ounce of fat. Down in the valley of her thighs grew a lush forest of black curls. 

Megan was a feisty red head from Dublin. Her alabaster skin was absolutely flawless and she had amazingly green eyes. She had a little upturned nose and fine cheekbones and a cruel looking mouth. To look at her you would think her hard, and cold, and yet nothing could be further from the truth. She was always concerned about everyone else and had a heart of gold. And a pussy to die for.

When these two beauties met in my photo studio the sparks began to fly. You could feel the electricity in the air. If I had a pussy it would have been drenched in minutes. As it was my cock was soon rock hard and tenting my pants. Realizing that I was fighting a losing battle I asked them if they minded if I got naked and watched them in action.

'Join us if you like.' Roshni purred.

I lost no time in stripping out of my clothes. My eight inch sword was warm and hard in my hand. Megan pulled Roshni into a kiss before starting to kiss down her neck and onto her tits. I watched Megan sink further down, kissing into Roshni's belly button. And then Megan got down on her knees and pressed her face into Roshni's pretty pussy. Roshni smiled at me as she cupped her tits in her hands. She pushed her right tit up to her mouth and took the long, erect nipple into her mouth. I sighed softly as I took in this horny sight. A drop of precum had appeared in the eye of my cock and I massaged it into the head.

Roshni pulled Megan to her feet and started kissing down her neck. The sight of this coffee and cream couple was one I will never forget. Fortunately I had the video camera rolling; the stills would have to wait until another session. Roshni kissed down Megan's belly and onto her ginger curls. Then Roshni bent Megan over a chair and parted her legs. I moved in close to see Megan's beautiful pussy lips being parted by Roshni's long red nailed fingers. She pulled the pussy lips apart and started kissing into Megan's pink gash. Overcome with lust I pushed my cock along Roshni's cheek. It slid into Megan's cunt and Roshni moved away. Megan started wriggling about on my hungry cock, milking it with powerful contractions.

Roshni came and stood close to me. I pulled her into a kiss and cupped my hand around one of her firm tits as my tongue explored her mouth. She raked her long nails down my back and drove me crazy. As hot and sexy as Megan's cunt was I knew it was Roshni I wanted most. I pulled out of Megan and pressed my cock into Roshni's belly. My cock was slippery and as it rubbed up between us it felt incredibly good. But fortunately Roshni wanted more. She gently pushed me down onto a sofa and in one swift movement mounted my cock.

Her dark curls were right up against my fair ones and I was buried to the balls in the hottest, sexiest cunt it has ever been my pleasure to fuck. She threw back her head and started raising and lowering herself on my pole. She had incredible control in her cunt and she let me know she was in charge of this fuck. I reached up and tweaked her nipples and stroked that beautiful flat belly of hers. Megan looked a bit miffed and suddenly came and stood over me on the sofa. I scooted down a little so that her ginger twat was now right in my face. She pulled her lips apart and mashed her quim into my face. 

I was on fire. My cock was buried in a warm, tight tunnel and my tongue was licking through a slippery valley of pink. I guess I was tripping Megan's buttons because she was squealing like a stuck pig. My one regret was that I could not see the gorgeous Roshni, but I could feel her. Boy, could I feel her! My cock head tingled as it sent messages to my brain. I could feel my toes curl as I shuddered and blew off inside her warm love chute.

We disentangled and the girls were now so hot for each other that they put on one of the best shows I have ever photographed.

END

Copyright 2003 Daniel Blue



Coffee & Danish



I'd like to recount a story about an experience I recently had in Denmark. I was there on business for a few days, in a town called Aarhus; about 2 hours drive from Copenhagen. A pleasant place, a fairly typical Danish town with lots of small pubs and restaurants, and not a great deal of other activities.

I was going for a walk one evening, feeling a bit horny after being away from home for a week, and stumbled across what I thought was an adult bookshop. I thought a bit of Danish pornography would relieve the boredom, and the other frustration.

When I went inside, there were few magazines, but plenty of videos. From the sign on the wall I determined that they were rent by the hour in private rooms they called cabins. There was no video player in my hotel, so I thought 'what the heck" and chose a video to view. 

I chose a Danish video, of course, which proved to have very amateurish production values, and amateur girls, but I think because of this it was very erotic. The girls were very cute and there display appealed to a committed voyeur like myself.

I paid the attendant and was instructed to go down the stairs to cabin 4. It was quite an old building and the narrow staircase wound down into what was really the basement. It was reasonably dark at the bottom of the stairs and I saw a woman sitting on a stool. She was a blonde woman about 40, not a real stunner, but quite provocatively dressed in leather skirt, fish net stockings and high heals and a nice feminine white blouse.

I was surprised to see her there, and a bit embarrassed, as it was obvious what I was there for. She smiled, and spoke to me in Danish. I replied to here in English that I didn't speak Danish.

"Would you like a cup of coffee," she said, this time in English.

"Err, yeah, thanks," I replied without thinking. I thought it was a bit strange to be offered coffee; this was certainly not a cafe. 

"Which is Cabin 4?" I enquired.

"First on the left." 

"Thanks."

Cabin 4 was a small dark grungy room simply furnished with a two-seater settee, coffee table, a small TV set, and a box of tissues. There was little air in the room and what was there was quite warm. As the video started I set about getting comfortable, taking off my jacket, pants and underwear until I was wearing only my socks and my unbuttoned shirt. I noticed there was no lock on the door, but thought nothing of it.

I was about 5 or 10 minutes into the video, really enjoying it. I had spread out on the settee and was giving my hard cock a nice slow wank, when the door suddenly opened and the Danish woman came in carry a mug.

"Here is your coffee" Her tone was very matter of fact. She set the mug down on the coffee table.

I was totally shocked and embarrassed. Here I was exposed to this woman with my cock in hand. I had nowhere to go, and I was too stunned to move or speak. I could see she was looking at my cock. After a few seconds awkward silence, she spoke.

"Would you like me to watch you?" she asked with little expression in her voice.

I nodded.

"It will cost extra"

I forced my dropped jaw to respond. "Ok," my voice creaked.

"Do you want to look, as well?"

I didn't quite know what she meant, but I just nodded.

I continued stroking, forgetting entirely about the video now. I was watching her watching me. She just continued to look at my stiff cock with a blank expression. I found it very erotic to have a stranger watching me play with myself, and I was harder than ever.

She then started to undress, removing her blouse and throwing onto the couch next to me. She unhooked her black bra and her tits swung free. They weren't particularly large, and perhaps not as firm as they once were, due to her age. They did have lovely large brown nipples that stuck out. Next, she undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She had no panties on, and I could see her pussy was completely bald.

She stepped out the skirt, and now dressed in only fishnet stockings, suspender belt, and high heels she moved towards me. She stood aside my outstretched legs and bent down and took my free hand that I wasn't wanking with, and placed it on her leg. 

"You can feel me if you like." This time her tone was a little lighter, and I noticed a hint of a smile. I used both hands to rub up her legs, over her ample bottom, and up to her soft titties. She was soft and warm and her nipples were quite hard. 

I began to stare at her shaved cunt; it looked so smooth she must have shaven that morning. What I found fascinating was the size of her pussy lips; they were huge and hung down prominently from her cunt. My hand was drawn to them and I raised by head to look at her face while I gently touched her pussy, my finger finding its way between her meaty lips. She was soft and wet, but before I could insert my finger into he she pushed my hand away. She now had a serious frown on her face.

"You play with yourself, I play with this, " she commanded. She was in control.

With both her hands she spread her pussy lips wide open so I could see the inviting pink flesh inside her cunt. She pushed her pelvis forward slightly, causing her shoulders to lurch forward and her titties to swing gently side-to-side.

"You like what you see? Better than the video?"

My mouth was too dry to respond, I continued to stare at her cunt. But it was true; it was better than the video, although she was probably twice as old as the pussy on the screen.

By now, I had almost lost control, stroking my cock rapidly, desperately trying to hold off shooting my load.

She pulled her cunt wider apart so I could see right inside her dark hole. With her index finger she flicked her clitoris. Her clit was very large, and was very visible as she spread her long labia as far apart as they would go. 

"Time for you to finish now."

"No, not yet," I protested.

She let go of her pussy and moved forward to the edge of the sofa. She then lifted her leg and placed her high-heeled shoe on the arm of the settee. Her cunt was now only inches from my face. She was so close I could smell the musky feminine scent of her pussy.

She repeated the command. "Time for you to finish now."

"Please, not yet. A little longer." I pleaded.

She again spread her pussy lips wide, this time with two fingers of one hand, and then with the other she dipped her index finger deep inside her cunt. It was beautiful to watch as she slid her finger in and out, right up to the knuckle. 

After exquisitely teasing me with this display right in my face, she slowly withdrew her finger and held it right under my nose.

"You finish now, you do it." 

This time I was far too intoxicated with the smell of her cunt to hold back any longer. With my free hand squeezing her arse my cock exploded, shooting a big stream of cum that splashed on her leg. She jumped slightly from the feel of my hot cum, but let me finish spraying cum all over my stomach before she put her foot back on the floor and moved away.

She casually pulled a couple of tissues from the box and wiped the dribbling sperm from the back of her thigh. She then offered me the box of tissues and started to get dressed.

"Thank you," I heard myself whisper. My head was spinning. It had been a very intense orgasm with a very sexual woman. The entire episode only took a few minutes, but I was completely drained. Her cunt was quite a delight to look at. I had never seen such large pussy lips "in the flesh" before, only similar ones in porno photographs.

"Please pay on the way out," she said, and then finished dressing and left the room. I sat stunned for a little while, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The video continued, but I had lost interest in it by now. My cock was still large and quite firm without being rock hard. I am sure I could have cum again if she had stayed for a few more minutes.

When I left the room, her stool was unoccupied and she was nowhere to be seen. I climbed the stairs towards the exit, and stopped at the counter. 

"I'd like to pay for the coffee, please."

I went back to my hotel and showered, and then had another wank. I left the door unlocked, hopeful that I might get another unannounced Danish visitor, but no such luck.

Unfortunately, I had to leave the next day. I would have loved to have gone back for another session. It continues to be a favourite memory that gets me hard and horny when I wank off.