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Late Night

By: naughtEgirl



Baby,

It's 2am and I can't sleep, even though I'm dead tired. I miss hearing your voice even though we spoke earlier tonight. I love the sound of your laugh and the way the corners of your lips, upturned as the sound escapes, wait for me to kiss you. I am not sure I can last another month, waiting for you to come home.

If I try hard enough, I can still taste our first and last kiss at the airport, just before you boarded your plane. I have never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you right then.

You kissed me softly, brushing my cheekbones with your thumbs as you lightly held my face pressed to yours. Your tongue tasted like the peppermint you had in your mouth before you gently sucked my bottom lip. I often lick my lips imitating the way your tongue traced their outline, as if that would sear the memory of them in your mind for the three months that you would be studying in England.

My knees went weak and you pressed me against the wall as I cursed the luck of meeting you just one week before you were flying out of reach. I still have the card you wrote my number on that first night. The same one you gave back to me two nights later, on our first date, because you already had my number memorized. I adored the way you looked at me, as if you had to make sure that I wasn't going to be gone when you came back. I assure you, I am here - waiting - remembering every minute of the time we had before you left.

I especially love the way we met. I'm not sure I ever told you that I noticed you the second you walked in. I watched you walking around my dad's flower shop, talking on your cell phone as you picked out the delicate lilies for a bouquet. I was just filling in since two people had called in sick and I had worked there when I was 15. You were so hot, dressed in your favorite faded jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. The way I checked you out from behind the counter almost made me think I was 15 again.

I remember feeling embarrassed at the thought that I would love to run my hands up under your shirt and feel the muscles of your chest tense up before I slid it up and kissed my way down your body. I wondered if you noticed how brightly my face blushed, especially as I thought of how you would be buying those flowers for your girlfriend. I was ashamed at the thought that I was at work lusting after someone else's man.

You came up to the counter and smiled at me. I was sure you could read the thoughts flying through my mind, a mile a minute, but you just asked for a card which you addressed to your mom and wrote "just because". If I hadn't wanted you before, I was certainly hot for you now, even if it did occur to me that you might be a momma's boy. :P

You surprised me when you asked me what my favorite flower was. It's not that I don't get asked that all the time at work - it was the way it seemed like it actually mattered to you instead of just idle curiousity, killing time while I rang up your purchase. When you responded by picking up a pale pink gerber daisy and handing it to me, I thought you were kidding. I'll never forget the way my stomach fluttered when you said, "A pretty flower for an even prettier girl." Perhaps in that shop I will always be 15 but I remember daydreaming that one day someone would do something like that. In my fantasies though, he was never as handsome as you.

You paid for the lilies and daisy before you asked for my number. You probably wanted to make sure I realized you were buying me the flower, not just handing me one. You looked so sad when you said you really had to go but you would call me.

We've spent so much of our time getting to know each other over the phone, from that first phone call to the night you landed at Heathrow and called to say you were safe. I still can't believe I've finally met someone who is so fun to talk to while being so damn nice to look at. :)

I know you were dissapointed tonight when you asked me to tell you a fantasy and I couldn't, but something about having to vocalize how much I want you scared me. It's not that I haven't spent countless hours imagining our first night together - actually my favorite fantasy really involves our first day...

You walk towards the baggage claim, glad to be back in the states, eagerly searching the crowd for my face, afraid that I won't be there or that I'm not really real. Your face lights up as you see me. I've already spotted you and am nearly running towards you, throwing myself into your arms. Our bodies pressed so tightly together as we kiss remind us that we have yet to be alone where we could explore the endless pathways our imaginations have dreamt up over three months. Part of me wants to find an empty phone booth or elevator right there in the airport but I don't want our first time to be rushed. We have plenty of time for the tantalizing idea of sex where we could get caught.

The details are fuzzy from the airport to my apartment but suddenly you're in my room, kissing me so hard, I think my lips will bruise. My hands are busy finding their way up your shirt as yours wrap around my waist. You pull me tightly to you and I can feel your erection pulsing in between our bodies.

My hands travel down your body toward the waistline of your jeans, the same ones you were wearing when we met and I break our kiss to lean down and flick my tongue along your stomach, just above your jeans. My fingers unzip and try frantically to pull the cloth out of my way, but your hand stops mine.

"Babe, slow down, I want to see you."

I blush, realizing that while I am diving after your cock, I am still fully clothed. I stand back up and start to remove my shirt, but once again you stop my hands and replace them, sliding your palms up my sides, pausing at my breasts, clad in a lacey purple bra.

You slide the shirt up over my head and I watch your eyes as you stare, momentarily fascinated at the rise and fall of my breasts as I struggle to take in enough air to keep up with how fast my heart is pounding. Leaning forward you kiss the exposed upper half of my breast as I practically melt from the feel of your warm lips on my equally hot skin.

You sit down on the bed and steady me by placing your hands on my hips. As I stand in front of you, you run your fingers over my stomach, tickling my sides as you brush lightly and then cup my breasts over the lace. You slide your fingers over my taut nipples and then push the lace aside to pinch and play with them directly.

I reach behind me and unclasp the bra as your lips seek out a hard nipple. Your tongue flicks over it playfully and you laugh quietly at the gasp that escapes my lips. Surprised that I am still standing, I sink into your lap, my skirt fanning out to the sides while I rub my inner thighs across your erection as you continue to lick and suck my nipples.

You bring your lips back to mine and kiss me deeply, even as your fingers are snaking their way under my skirt. One hand rubs the wetness at the front of my lacey thong as the other grabs an exposed ass cheek.

Quickly you roll me over onto the bed on my back and I lay spread out before you. You push my skirt up over my tummy and the front of my thong aside with strong fingers. Rubbing your fingers in the wetness waiting there for you, you then slide them up and down my slit, teasingly before finding my clit, swollen, throbbing and begging to be touched.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I realize that this wasn't happening according to my plan. By this time, I'd thought I'd have your cock sliding in and out of my mouth, savoring the salty taste of your skin and trying my best to make sure you came hard enough that the neighbors could hear you down the block. As you kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed between my thighs, I try to stop you but you hold me back.

"Shhhh, right now I want to taste you."

You lean foward and run your tongue over my lips, licking up the evidence of my arousal. The fingers of one hand rub playfully on my clit, causing my back to arch and you take advantage of the moment to slide a finger inside me. I'm so very hot and wet and you slide a second finger in, fucking me with hands that so far I've only held in my own. When your tongue flicks over my clit I moan loudly, so close to cumming that your fingers are driving me out of my mind. You take your fingers out and focus all of your attention on my clit, using your tongue to flick small circles.

I cry your name loudly as I cum and you eagerly lick and suck the juices that are overflowing. You kiss me and the taste of me on your lips reminds me just how much I want to taste you.

Before I can even think of sitting up, you stand and remove your jeans and boxers. I lay there still slightly dazed from how hard I came and thinking how beautiful your cock looks, saluting me. I reach out and wrap my fingers around it, loving how hard you have gotten. I take advantage of the fact that I have just cum and run my fingers over myself getting them nice and wet before sliding them up and down your cock, down to your balls.

This time I lay you on your back and lean over you on the bed, stroking your cock with one hand, fondling your balls with the other. You whisper "yes, baby, that feels nice" and I smile because it will feel even better once you're in my wet, warm mouth. With the same consideration you gave my clit, I flick my tongue over the head of your cock, licking the pre-cum already starting to drip. Carefully I take your head into my mouth and then slide further down, my hands rubbing what I can't fit into my mouth.

"Baby, yes, please. just. keep. doing. that." you manage to whisper as I slide you in and out slowly, your pulse beating hard against my tongue. Your breathing becomes heavier as I suck your cock faster and faster and your hands are in my hair, guiding my head up and down the length of you.

I take you out of my mouth just long enough to tell you that I'll swallow or let you cum on me wherever you want and you whisper hoarsely that you want me to swallow. I smile and continue sucking your cock, looking up into your eyes every now and then, relishing the glazed over look of pleasure I find.

When your body spasms as it shoots hot cum into my mouth, I eagerly suck more as if I intend to empty your very soul. The hot, gooey liquid slides down my throat, but not fast enough to keep some of it from spilling out the sides of my mouth. I sit up so you can watch me run my fingers around the outside up my lips, wiping off the extra cum and then sucking it off my fingers.

"Baby, I've thought of us like this over and over and still being with you is so much better than I'd imagined." Your words are so much like my thoughts that I'm almost not sure that it was you speaking instead of me.

Sometimes the fantasy continues with you fucking me in missionary position where I can feel the weight of you pressing into me as your cock strokes in and out of my tight pussy. In others, I ride you slowly, angling your cock towards my gspot and moaning loudly as you fill me. Then again, it's always nice when I think of you fucking me from behind, grabbing my breasts as you pound me hard. What can I say? I have an over active imagination.

God, writing all of this down had me so ridiculously turned that I had to stop and take care of myself. I hope it turns you on as much as it does me, especially knowing that I just had a great orgasm, reviewing that fantasy again. The only thing better will be when you're actually here to live it out with me. I can't wait till you come back, but right now it's after 3am and I really should go to sleep. Thanks for the pleasant dreams, baby. I miss you so much!

Love, 

Me

Late Night



It's been a hell of a day today. Everything that can go wrong has gone wrong, managers are flying around the office everywhere, consultants are stressed out, and I'm stuck in the middle. The only one in the whole building who seems to be immune to this hive of activity is you. Normally, there's a few minutes throughout the day where I can sit quietly and watch you, when no one notices. They probably think I'm drifting off in to space, and really, I suppose, I am. As a resource manager, my desk is higher than everyone else's, so I can look out and see what's going on, keep an eye on the floor, but it also provides me the perfect opportunity to keep an eye on you. You are a couple of rows back, slightly to my right, turned ever so slightly towards me, the perfect angle to observe you.

Usually, I take a few moments in the quiet period to rest my elbows on the table, cup my chin in my hands and stare off vaguely in your direction, letting my eyes trace the curve of your butt, the roundness of your shoulders, the stubble that occasionally covers your chin making me want to rub my hand across your cheek to feel the bristles. I stare at you, and for a few moments, imagine that I can have you. I am getting off track here, but you are terribly distracting.

Today, however, there was no time to look at you, which shows how busy I was. It's the end of the day now, and most of my harassers have left. People are slowly filtering home, and I am on the late shift, so I'm going to be the last one out. It's late, so late almost everyone is gone, but you are still there. You stopped on your way past earlier to let me know that you were working on a special project, that you were staying late, which is not unusual. Your smile relaxed me a little, and some of the day's tension slipped away. 

It looks like you're wrapping things up now, tidying up your desk, pushing in your drawers. I check the clock, and there's only 15 minutes until we close. I breathe a relieved sigh. "Someone's had a tough day!" Your voice always sends little tingles down my spine. I hadn't even realised you were behind me. I turn my head to look at you as you walk around and pull up the chair besides me. "Wanna tell me about it? I bet I can make you laugh and feel better."

So, that's how we ended up being the only two people in the building. You were right, of course. Now I definitely feel better. You're telling me some story now, and I know it's interesting, but I just can't stop staring into your eyes. They're a deep brown, intelligent, with lighter flecks in the irises. I don't even realise that you've stopped talking and asked me a question until you wave your hands in front of my face. "Earth to Amy!"

I jump, surprised and embarrassed at being caught. I mumble an apology. "I was, you know, miles away, sort of drifted off." You laugh, "Drifted off into my eyes?" I feel my cheeks heat and can't reply. I jump out of my chair. "Um, I guess I should be going now, you know, it's getting late and all that." I grab a pile of papers and head towards the storeroom. "It's ok, you can stare into my eyes anytime you want. As long as I can stare back at yours." I look up at you, and you have a cheeky grin on your face. I roll my eyes at you and continue into the storage room, bending down to put the papers in the filing cabinet.

When I stand up, you are right behind me. So close, I can feel your breath hot on my cheek. It's then that you whisper in my ear "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." Just like that, my pulse quickens, my mouth goes dry, and my knees feel weak. You hear my sharp intake of breath, and grab hold of my wrist, turning me to face you. Before I even have a chance to think about what's happening, your lips close down on mine, driving all thoughts from my mind. Your mouth is hot, your lips soft but firm, and your tongue gently explores my mouth, driving me crazy. 

You pull me close to you, pressing our bodies together, and fire starts burning deep inside my belly. Now the initial shock is over, I'm kissing you with full force, letting my tongue tease yours, enjoying the sweet taste of your lips. Before I know it, my back is against a wall, you're pushing against me, and I can feel my soft curves yielding to the hard contours of your body. The intensity increases, and I feel your hands starting to roam about my body, feeling the flatness of my stomach, curving in over my waist, your thumbs brush my breasts as your hands move up, then back down. My hands are on your shoulders, I can feel the hard muscle beneath your shirt that I always suspected was there. Your arms aren't thick, but they're well built, and my hands are taking all the sensory pleasure they have to offer.

My hands travel back up, and I do something I've always wanted to do, run my hands through your hair. Meanwhile, you've reached one hand around and are cupping my butt, rubbing it firmly, while your other hand is making fast tracks towards my breasts. As you run your hand over them, a sigh of pleasure comes from my throat, and thus encouraged, slowly unbutton my shirt.

The feel of your thumb rubbing over my nipple is exquisite, and my mouth breaks away from yours, gasping at air. Your lips, determined not to be deprived, travel down my neck to the base, where you set about driving the nerves in the hollows of my throat crazy as your hands keep stoking the fire in my belly by stroking over it and my breasts. Unable to keep control of myself much longer, my hands reach down and pull your own buttons apart.

You pull your lips away from me long enough to pull my shirt off, quickly followed by my bra, then crush your naked chest against mine, delighting my already sensitive nipples as you once again plunder my mouth. Without warning, you tear away from me, but within seconds your mouth is on my nipples, one then the other, making me sigh and moan deliriously. I can feel the dampness in my panties, and know that I want you now like I've never wanted anyone before. My hands find their way to your belt buckle and pull it undone.

You sense the urgency of my wanting you, and lift your mouth back to mine to be devoured hungrily. You push my skirt up, your fingers finding their way around my black lace g-string to my shaved pussy. You groan in appreciation, and I can tell by the bulge in your pants that you like it. I finally succeed in getting your pants undone and slide those along with your silk boxers to the ground. Your hard cock is standing straight out, almost pulsing with life, and I ache to have you inside me. In what seems one fluid motion, you lift me up onto a nearby desk and push my skirt up over my waist. My panties are no obstacle, you push them down and step between my legs, which instinctively wrap around you as you push in.

You sliding into me feels so good I almost come right there, but once you're buried to the hilt in my pussy you stand still for a moment, eyes closed, muscles tense. Our arms wrap around each other as you start pushing into me, hard and fast, passion overriding slow and sensual, making me gasp with each thrust. I'm sliding backwards on the table, and soon you need to put your knee up to keep driving into me, intensifying the sparks that fly through me.

When I come, I explode like a volcano, feelings like hot molten lava shoot up from my stomach and cascade down over my body in waves, making me writhe around you. You push me down so I'm lying on the desk, then, lifting one of my legs over your shoulder, pull your other knee up onto the desk, driving into me with all the fury of a thunderstorm. One of your hands is propping you up on the desk, the other roaming free around my body, and I come close to orgasm again. I feel your body tense up as you also come closer, and your release hits me like lightning, making me come with you, the spasms of my pussy milking your cock for all it's worth. It feels like the longest orgasm ever. Spent, you collapse on me and we lie entangled on the desk, trying to get our breath back.

When we finally get up, you dress me tenderly, doing up my buttons, stroking my skin. You kiss me deeply, and, gazing into my eyes, ask "Well, do you feel better?"



Late Night



You've arrived late. I'm already in bed, pretending to sleep. You take your clothes off and slip into bed with me. You wrap your arms around me, attempting to get comfortable. I take one of your hands into mine before wrapping the rope that I held in my other hand around yours. I take your other hand into mine and do the same with it. Once I know you're securely tied up, I push you onto your back. You look startled and intrigued. . . you weren't expecting this. 

I decide to play with you, and so I slowly start to tease you. I kiss your forehead and move down your face, gracing your lips and moving down your neck. I take one of your nipples into my mouth as I pass it on my way down your body. My teeth graze your flesh and your skin feels as if its crawling. I bite harder and you gasp. I let go of your nipple and continue to move my way down your body. I kiss down the outside of one of your legs, and move back up the insides. I lick the moist tip of your cock, and then move back down the inside of your other leg, kissing every inch of skin. 

I move back up the outside of your legs, and kiss my way to your cock on your hip bones. I lick at the tip again before indulging in your tasty balls. I slowly lick each one clean, and then lick my way up the underside of your cock, then back down the top. 

You're begging me to take all of you into my mouth, the words falling breathlessly out of you. I'm not done teasing you, and I reach under my pillow and pull out a candle and a lighter. Your eyes get big as you realize what I am going to do to you. I light the wick and watch as the colored wax starts to melt. You plead with me not to do it to you, but I can't hold back. Once there is sufficient wax melted, I pour it slowly onto your chest. I make a line down your stomach, just stopping short of your cock. 

Your cock is harder now from the pleasurable pain I am causing you. I circle the head of your cock as I slowly drip the wax onto your tender balls. You cry out, not knowing which sensation is stronger, my mouth on your cock or the hot wax on your balls. 

I stop sucking your cock and tell you to get up. Your eyes tell me that you are furious, but you still stand before me. I kneel to the ground, and take your cock into my hands. I open my mouth, and before I can move forward, you thrust your hips until the base of your cock is at my lips and your balls are smacking my chin. You grin as you watch your cock disappear into my mouth and reappear once more. You place your bound hands on the back of my head and thrust yourself harshly into my mouth. I gag slightly, something I've never done before. You enjoy the sound, and you thrust even harder. 

My throat is starting to get sore from the relentless abuse, and you see the pain in my eyes. You pull out of my mouth and tell me to get on the bed. I laugh at you, and your attempts to gain control. You slap me, and tell me once again to get on the bed. I refuse again. You push me onto the bed, and force me onto my hands and knees. I turn around to see what you're doing and you instruct me to face forward. You go and get something out of the dresser behind me. I want to look backwards, but I know you will only slap me again. 

I feel you get onto the bed behind me, and I get excited, anticipating the feeling of your cock inside my pussy. I feel your sock rubbing along my ass crack, and I start to worry. You've lubed it up, and I know exactly what you're going to do. You press your cock against the tight opening of my ass. I can't help but clinch, and you slap my ass as punishment. You rub my lower back as you slowly press yourself against me again. The massaging motion relaxes me enough to get the head of your cock in. The pain is incredible, and I feel so dirty. This action feels so forbidden, and while I am lost in my thoughts of how dirty I have become, you've slowly pushed more of yourself into me. 

I feel so full as you push the rest of your cock into me. You stay still for a moment, allowing my ass to adjust to your huge invader. Once you feel my ass fully relax, you start to move. You're going slowly, but increasing speed and strength with each stroke. Soon enough you're pounding my ass with more fury and passion than I have ever seen or felt from you before. The pain has long subsided, and im pushing back at you with each one of your strokes. Your balls are slapping against my cunt as your dick is sliding in and out of my ass. 

The feeling growing in me is more intense than any orgasm I have ever felt, and it hasn't even broken free yet. I push back against your dick harder and harder trying to feel the climax of my mounting orgasm. I can tell you're coming closer to your own as your breathing quickens and your pace becomes even faster. 

The bed is slamming against the wall, making marks on the new paint. You hold my hips in your hands tightly as you pound me even harder than I thought possible. I feel your warm come pump into my insides, and it pushes me over the brink of my own orgasm. I cry out as the sensations ripple through my body. You pull out of me, and I can feel your come slowly run out of my ass. Im shaking from the orgasm, and you pull my face to yours and kiss me deeply.



Late Night



He was a normal man. Normal, well... as normal as he could be. As a man, he was well-endowed. His member was thick and long - but not over-doing it. His member was the perfect size to please a woman. 

And he had tentacles. Tentacles ranging from small to large; each with a sucker on the end of it and retractable teeth. He'd never used them on a woman; not one. He was too scared it would scare her off. 

Until he met the one woman that didn't want to sleep with him. Him, in all his glory; the blackest of black locks that fell past his ears, and looked great when a woman would run her fingers through it. Piercing gray eyes that, used in the right way, would make any woman weak in the knees; whether she was a virgin or just a whore, they all looked his way. 

Except for one woman. Well, she did once - that had been her mistake. He'd managed to sleep with her once, managed to hide his abomination from her. And it had been the best sex of his life. Now she refused to sleep with him again; she'd found out about the tentacles. She talked to him, sure; but it wasn't like before. She now treated him like he was worthless; bottom of the totem pole. 

And it was the biggest turn-on he'd ever experienced. She was the bartender at his pub; she was forced to climb the flight of stairs at the back of the bar and enter his living quarters to give him the balance from the till. He would do it then, he decided. 

"Red, pass me another tonic and lime." Ryan Steele called down to Isobel Smith - also known as Red, for her red hair and terrifying green eyes. He was quite positive he was the only man in town to have the balls to approach her, let alone seduce her. Hell, the fact that he was her boss wasn't much of a problem. 

"Comin' right up, Boss." She called back, sliding his drink down the bar. He winked seductively, smirking in amusement as she rolled her eyes in disgust. "Get over yourself, Boss - you're not all that glorious." 

"Easy, ladies." He murmured, tightening his arms around the brunette and blonde that adorned his arms. He watched Red's frown deepen as he forced the blonde's mouth down against his own. She succombed drunkenly, pushing herself against him wantonly. 

"Take me home with you, Ry." She whispered as he pulled away and leaned back. 

"Sorry, ladies, but I'm a one-woman man. I don't do threesomes and I just couldn't choose between you two." He feigned sadness, and to his sheer luck, both girls were drunk enough to believe it. With a soft pout, the brunette attached her mouth to his. 

"Aw, goodnight, Ryan. See you next time." She winked seductively and he nodded; for the life of him, he couldn't remember her name. 

He watched as they walked out the door and soberly drummed his fingertips against the bar. 

"Want another, Boss?" Red's voice drifted towards him and he looked up at her just in time to see her eying his mouth. 

"Another what? Night of unbelievable sex with you? Sure." He smirked as she grimaced. 

"Not on your life, Steele." She growled. 

"Ah, but I only exist for you, love." He winked and stood. "No, I don't want another one. Bring up the balance at the end of the night." 

"What?! I told you I couldn't close tonight!" She exclaimed, throwing the towel down. He consulted his watch and shrugged. 

"Okay. Kick them out when you need to go and close up after. Bring me the balance when you do." He raised his eyebrows as if asking if that was okay and she nodded. "Good. See you, Red." 

He figured it would be another hour. As soon as he was out of sight, he raced up to his apartment. He hurried around his apartment, tidying up what little mess there was. He was a tidy person, to begin with, but he was also a man, and men are usually messy. 

He'd just fallen back on his bed after unloading the dishwasher when he heard her high-heeled footsteps on the stairs leading up to his apartment. Just thinking of who it was and what he'd soon be doing to her had him energized. He stood in the hallway, counting to ten in order to try not to seem too eager to get to the door. While standing there, he also made sure that his erection couldn't be seen through his dark jeans. 

When a thought struck him, he ran back into his bedroom and flung his shirt into the hamper. He sniffed himself the best he could and, satisfied that he didn't stink but he also smelled vaguely of his cologne, he kicked off his shoes and socks. When they were together, her favorite outfit to see him in was jeans - and nothing else. He felt comfortable wearing it, too. The doorbell rang just as he picked up his glass of water. 

"It's open." He called, satisfied when the door creaked open a few moments later. He leaned into the hallway, looking at her. She looked even hotter than he'd remembered. Tight jeans that clung to her like leather, a strapless silk top that left her belly button exposed and enhanced her small breasts. He winked and smiled. "Come on in, good lookin'." He said, and went forward into the kitchen. He glanced at her through the window in the island and punched the air when he saw her walking towards the kitchen. By now, she knew about his tentacles; he didn't try to hide them from her. 

"Beer?" He asked, holding it up as he closed the fridge with one of the muscly tentacles. She wasn't acting uncomfortable; he had always had a feeling that it wasn't his tentacles that caused her to break it off. She nodded and he walked towards her, but she skirted away as he came closer. He stopped, his expression unreadable, before holding out the sweating beer. She took it and popped the top against the counter. 

"How you been?" He asked, folding his arms. He smiled at the surprised look on his face. "Come on, Red; being an ass is nothing but an act. Women seem to like it." 

"Yeah, well, you're an ass. I don't mingle with asses anymore." She disguised a flinch as anger flashed in his eyes. 

"If I remember right, you used to be one of those women." He said quietly. She fixed him with a hard stare until she lifted the beer and took a hefty drink. He watched her eyes close and she tilted the bottle back, guzzling the beer entirely. While she gulped, he moved over in front of her. 

Her slender fingers tilted the bottle down again and she pulled the neck away as she opened her eyes. She gasped, finding him suddenly closer than he'd been in months. His grey eyes had darkened enough to rival the storm clouds that had been brewing all day. He wasn't touching her at all but she could feel his body heat; she could smell his cologne, the same cologne that used to make her clothes reek with reminders of him. 

She set her hands against his chest and pushed, but before she'd pushed very far his arms circled her waist and pulled her flush against him. He dipped his head, his mouth searing kisses against her neck. Her hands moved to grip his strong biceps, nails digging in lightly as she emitted a low, gutteral groan. He bared his teeth, raking them over her skin. He felt goosebumps rise even before she shivered and an amused smile spread. 

He felt her get lost for a moment as he confidently left a purple bruise on her neck, just in the bend that joined head and shoulder. He started to move up her neck, moving away from the sweet spot that turned her into a sex-kitten, and immediately felt her tense up. Her fingernails dug in further, no longer a lustful action. He growled softly and only when he felt her break the skin did he pull back. 

As he did, he tightened his arms around her waist, her bare hips pressing against his as his jeans sagged a little. Her eyes flashed with something he couldn't discern and he backed her up against the counter, distracting her from this movement by occupying her mouth. When he had her pinned against the counter, he slid his hands down from her elbows and pried her fingers from his flesh. 

It was easy that time. She wrapped her arms around his ribcage, pulling him closer. It was the only encouragement he needed. He pulled away briefly and his mouth returned to her neck. 

"Back pocket, left cheek." He rasped, nibbling softly on her ear as her hand explored his ass. Her hands lingered a little too long and he growled, his hands slipping up under the tight material of her shirt for a few moments before sliding back down to her hips. She moaned as he moved back down, making him smirk. In due time, love. In due time. He thought. 

Her gasp tore through her throat, surprising him as the feeling cascaded over his mouth. He glanced up to see her looking at something in her hand. He smiled against her neck, biting a little harsher than normal to get her attention. 

"Ryan, I -" He pulled back suddenly, looking down at her fiercely. 

"You what, Isobel?" He used her full name in a no-nonsense tone and watched her barely-visible Adam's apple bob when she swallowed. 

"I need to go." She said, looking down. Her eyes were unseeing; this he knew, for she would never fidget with a condom like that. He groaned softly, his erection not visible but he could definitely feel it. He grabbed her wrist. 

"Calm down," He grunted when she tried to pull away. Unballing her fingers, he pulled her hand down and pressed it to his crotch. "This is what you do to me, Red. Every time I see you. Every time you speak or smirk or rag on me." His voice was hoarse with lust as he looked down at her, hair falling into his eyes. She swallowed hard, unable to break the eye contact. 

"I..." 

"You're not leaving." He growled, pulling her flush against him again. She pulled her hand away and, whether she meant to or not, pressed her hips up against his. He groaned, closing his eyes briefly as she straightened up a little taller and closed her lips over his own Adam's apple. Her kisses drifted up to his ear and he smiled nervously; it was make or break. 

"Make love to me, Ryan." She whispered softly. He pulled back and took her face in his hands, looking down at her seriously. 

"Are you sure, Iz?" He murmured, kissing her softly, lovingly. He felt her smile against his mouth. 

"You just made up my mind." She looked up at him, so vulnerable and sexy even a gay man wouldn't think twice about fulfilling her request. 

"Good. Because I don't think I could've stopped anyway." He growled, and his mouth closed over hers. He placed his hands around her waist, fingertips trailing around to undo her jeans. The moment they loosened she shimmied out of them, kicking them off to reveal the sexiest pair of panties he'd ever seen. He decided to save them for later, however. He pushed them aside to feel how incredibly wet she already was, but forgot to tease her about it. This was about clearing his head; he could take it slow later. He dipped a finger in to the first knuckle and retracted it, earning a frustrated groan from her. 

"Shush, love." He lifted his finger, pressing it to her lips and slowly lettng it trail down, pulling down her full bottom lip in the process. Her tongue slipped out, licking his finger and tasting herself. He grunted and closed his mouth hungrily over hers, feeling as though he might burst through the waist of his pants if she didn't give him some relief. As if reading his mind, her hands zoomed for his button and zipper. His pants hit the floor and he stepped out of them, kissing her and stepping up against her as he lifted her onto the cool counter. She gasped at the coolness of it but he disregarded the action. He took advantage of her gasping mouth and kissed her slowly, deeply, his tongue sliding between her lips and commanding her mouth with its presence. 

Just when he thought she was completely lost in her desires, her hands slipped through the slit in the front of his boxers and wrapped around his semi-hardened cock. He gasped, immediately becoming fully erect in her hand. His cock twitched, begging for release; the action brought laughter bubbling out of her mouth. Seeking revenge, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hands away from him before pulling himself through the fabric. 

He moved in, the head of his member pressing against the soaked pink cloth. She tilted her head back, setting her hands on the counter and nodding wordlessly. 

"Iz." He said harshly, bringing her head up with surprise. "There's a reason I had you get the condom out." He said, narrowing his eyes. It was an act, though; he'd forgotten all about the condom. Breathing hard, he raked a hand through his hair while she fumbled with the packet. This was when he realised she was shivering. He gathered her into his arms, ignoring the heat that washed over his curved erection. 

"Bed?" She whispered breathlessly and he smiled. 

"You read my mind." He swallowed when she wrapped her arms and legs around him; he could feel every aroused part of her body pressed tightly against him. The hard, peaked nipples; the heat that seemed hotter than boiling water but felt so much better. Leaving their pants behind, he secured her against him and walked, slowly, back towards his bed; and all to demonstrate just how strong he was, how he could protect her. Her mouth dropped to his neck, distracting him and only making him want to turn against the wall and fuck her until she couldn't walk. 

But he didn't. Partly because he knew she'd kill him if he didn't use a condom, and partly because he wanted to make love to her, like she'd asked; the fucking her brains out could come later, when he'd gotten revenge on her for leaving him. 

He felt like he'd walked for miles until he finally dropped her, unceremoniously, onto the bed. She displayed the ready-to-be-used condom and he waited for her to roll it on. Her fingertips lingered too long at the base and he closed his eyes, knowing what was coming next. He lifted his hands and grabbed onto the top of his four-poster queen-sized bed, feeling her warm breath washing over his member before her lips closed around his head. 

He let out a low, gutteral groan and bent his knees slightly. Her hot mouth felt so good and so did the back of her throat as she instantly took as much of his length into her mouth. She made swallowing motions and he squeezed his eyes tighter, almost losing his mind when her hand worked what part of his shaft her mouth wasn't able to reach. 

"Iz..." He growled, and she took the sign well. She pulled back and moved back onto the bed, laying back against his pillows and smiling seductively at him. He crawled up the bed, settling his weight against her body. 

"I'm going to make love to you right this time, Izzy." He said, his eyes holding love and lust in them. She nodded, biting her lip. 

"Give it to me, big man." she whispered, wrapping her legs around him and drawing him closer. He untangled her legs from him and pushed aside her panties, leaving them on, before setting his member against her head. He groaned and put his hands on the bed, leaning over her and looking into her eyes. He waited... and waited, watching her eyes grow impatient. "Fuck me, you assho-" Her sentence was punctuated and ended with a loud groan as her body arched up; he'd buried himself inside her as far as he could reach. He watched her hands caress up her body, swirling around her erect nippled through the silky fabric of her top. He leaned down, pushing her hands aside, and dragged the fabric down enough to expose her breasts. 

He eyed them hungrily, licking one nipple teasingly. 

"Fuck you, Ryan!" She cried, arching further as she tried to press her breast into his mouth. His fingertips worked over the other nipple as he pulled her entire breast into his mouth, his tongue swirling around and around the areola. When he was certain she was about to burst from both his work on her breasts and the face that he hadn't moved inside her, he flicked his tongue roughly over her nipple while pinching the other. 

She whimpered softly and it only encouraged him. 

"God, Ryan, yes." She whispered. He pulled back, looking down into her eyes. Her lids flew open, revealing those dark green orbs he'd fallen in love with. 

"Yes, what?" He growled, gyrating his hips slowly in a clockwise motion. 

"Please..." She whispered, attempting to move her hips against his. He set his hands on them and held them down, glaring down into her eyes. 

"Tell me what you want, Smith!" He half-yelled. She narrowed her eyes, but couldn't keep it up for long. 

"Please, Ryan - fuck me! Fuck me hard and long because I need you to!" She burst out, her cheeks tinting red with embarassment. 

"Oh? Is that all?" He said, earning himself a glare. 

"No. It's not." She dragged his face down to hers, kissing him deeply and making him want to pull out only to thrust back into her again. He had more self control, however, and didn't. "Fuck me, Ryan Steele; fuck me and don't stop." She whispered, placing her mouth next to his ear. 

"Will do." He grunted, giving them what they both wanted as he pulled out. He kept his hands on her hips and held her still, pressing into her hard and fast with a deep groan while pulling her roughly up to meet him. He trailed his hands up, setting them on the bed so he could give her a few hard strokes. When he saw the glazed look in her eyes, he slowed down. He didn't want her coming too soon. Her legs wrapped around his waist, encouraging him as he lowered his mouth to her other breast. He felt her heart beating through it as he sucked on only the nipple, nibbling ever so gently. He felt her shudder beneath him and grinned around the piece of her in his mouth. 

He trailed kisses up her body, lingering on the lovebite he'd delivered, before he pressed his mouth to hers. Her fingers slid up into his hair, massaging his scalp as she arched her body up against his. He felt her nipples, wet with his own saliva, pressing against his skin; the feeling was magical. 

Her hands slid down his back as he increased the passion in his strokes. They became harder, faster, driving deeper with every stroke. It wasn't long before he had her gasping softly for each stroke. He felt her fingernails digging in, deep, and this time he didn't mind. He knew he'd have marks in the morning but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the fact that she was here, now, and he was going to blow her mind. 

His mouth engulfed her breast again, alternating between the two every few strokes. He could feel the pressure building and her walls started to tighten around him, making it almost unbearable and impossible to hold back any longer. 

"Iz?" He panted softly, his body lined with a fine sheen of sweat. Her skin was salty to the taste; he loved it. 

"Yeah?" She gasped, arching suddenly against him. 

"I'm gonna come." He groaned, balling his fists into the sheets to hold back. 

"Me - too." Her words were punctuated by a hiccough-like gasp. A white light flashed behind his eyes, blurring his vision momentarily, and then the pressure was released. The condom stopped his juices from spreading deep inside her, but he could feel hers leaking out around him. 

His weight settled tiredly down on top of hers; contrary to what he'd led her to believe, he hadn't slept with anyone since he walked out on him. As his member softened, he pulled out from her and rolled beside her. He lay there, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling while she did the same. His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her against him, his head turning to press kisses against her neck and shoulder. 

"You're staying the night." He murmured against her skin, now cooling after their 'activities'. She nodded and he could tell she was already starting to drift off. "Wait." He whispered, and stood up. He pulled the condom off his member and tucked himself back into his boxers before grabbing a shirt from the clean stack in his drawer. He handed it to her and she sat up, pulling off the silk top and pulling on his. He handed her a pair of boxers, too, and she pulled them on over her underwear. He smiled as he laid back down beside her, pulling the blankets up to his waist before pulling her against him again. 




Late Night



"You've never looked more beautiful." He murmured; his voice was the last thing she heard before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep; the kind she only had whenever she slept in his arms. 

Yet, even while she drifted off to sleep and fatigue set into him as well, he knew she would be awake the next morning and trying to flee out of his apartment faster than... something running away. And he would be up to stop her; that was when the real fun would begin.



Late Night.



 Just another filler for now since, apparently, I can't submit little poetic diddies without being put on a shooting range. It's quite alright, however, and this is another quick story that I wrote a couple of weeks back. It's short, sweet, and to the point, so enjoy! Can also be found on both of my blogs, whose links are on my profile! 

Also wasn't entirely sure on the category. Please excuse any writing errors! 

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I can hear your breathing. It's heavy, and thick with need. I turn over in bed to see you standing there, cock in hand, stroking it to its full length. I smirk at you, as your eyes darken with lust; there's only one thing you want right now, and playing games isn't one of them. You walk towards me, still stroking your nearly hard-as-a-rock cock, and my tongue involuntarily juts out to lick my lips. I can't wait to taste you, to have you inside of me, breathing in my ear, me scratching at your back, leaving little reminders of our escapades. You pull the sheet that I'm hiding under off of me, ready to ravage me in the worst ways possible. I'm still partly clothed, which you grunt at with disapproval, and move to slip off my panties and bra. I gladly let you unclothe me, giggling at the slight tickle that your fingers make upon my skin. You move down my body, your tongue making a trail from my now exposed breasts, down to my navel, where your tongue creates a little dance before you make your way to my ready and waiting slit. You lightly lick me up and down, just once, causing a shiver to run up and down my body, as a soft moan elicits from my lips. 

Your skilled tongue breaks my slit to get to that little sensitive button that has been waiting for you. Just the smallest flick causes my nipples to automatically harden, and my body to jolt upwards; god I can't wait to have you deep inside of me. You begin to ravage me with the upmost need, nibbling at my clit, causing my grip on the sheets and pillows around me to tighten more and more... I can feel myself nearly at my peak and one of my hands releases its grip on the sheets, and makes its way down my body to grip your hair. My fingers begin to entwine with your hair, causing you to nibble even more furiously at my clit, and your tongue to dart in and out of my fuck hole. I moan out loud, biting my lip, trying to muffle my cries. We've gotten one too many complaints from the neighbors, but I can tell that you don't care for me to quiet down as your licking, sucking, and nibbling finally brings me to my peak and I scream your name out loud, riding out my orgasm with your head still buried in my snatch. My grip on your hair and the pillow loosens as I lay there, ready for round two. You lick me a few more times before kissing up my body, until you're finally at my mouth. 

You kiss me deep, with so much passion, that I'm almost taken aback. As our lips part from one another, I look up at you, to see your eyes softened now. 

"I love you..." you say in a low voice. 

I smile, responding with, "I love you, too."

You begin to kiss my neck, and I prepare myself for your penetration as you steady yourself above me. I feel your huge cock brush up against my pussy, and I gasp. Wrapping my arms around your neck, I feel you slowly push into me. I moan your name, as you go as deep into me as you possibly can. You stay there for a moment, adjusting yourself once again to the way I feel. Slowly you begin to pump in and out of me, as my nails already begin their assault on your back. You chuckle into my neck as your thrusts begin to pick up speed. I gasp out your name, trying once again to muffle my cries, which you keep trying to bring out. Your thrusts become more powerful, more punishing, as you fuck me deeper and harder. I cry out loud, little hot tears building up in the corners of my eyes. 

"Ahhhhh fuck!" I yell out, which only fuels your need to fuck me deep, hard, and as fast as possible. My nails dig into your back and you gasp into my neck. We're both almost at our peaks, and I know that this one is going to be even more powerful than the one before. 

"Faster... faster..." I urge you, though I'm not sure if you can really go any faster. You prove me wrong by fucking me faster than before, causing me to bite down onto your shoulder. The saltiness of your skin only pushes me even further towards my peak as I scream into your flesh, a little tingle building up within my body. You yell out loud because of my simultaneous biting and scratching, as your thrusts seem to become even more punishing. And suddenly, with no warning, I explode all over your thick cock. I scream into you, as my whole body shakes from the explosive orgasm that has come rushing out of my body. You continue thrusting into me, bringing yourself to your own peak until finally, I feel you come inside of me with a deep, aggressive growl that reverberates throughout the entire room. I give one last little moan at the feel of your release as you collapse on the side of me, out of breath; you're completely spent. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to compose myself from the intense fuck session that we both just had. I finally open my eyes, and look over at you. Your breathing is still heavy, your chest heaving up and down with your eyes closed. I smile as I move closer to you, and kiss your chest. You open your eyes and give me a devilish smirk as your hand moves to entangle itself in my hair and you bring me closer to your face as you kiss me with as much want and need as before. I feel you smile against my lips once again as my hand begins to glide down your body, and I take your spent member in my hand, which begins to slowly, but surely, grow under my touch. I bite your bottom lip and your hands make their way to my ass, grabbing both cheeks fully in your large hands as I hear your make a growling noise into my mouth. 

I move up so my lips are right next to your ear and lightly whisper, "You ready to go again?" 

And, feeling your now fully grown cock pushing against my hand, you chuckle back and whisper, "Of course," as you suddenly flip me on my back...



Late Night



I'm a very pretty woman-strawberry blonde hair, 5'4" and 150lbs. I have size 44DD tits and love to be rode hard. This is what any guy I've ever been with would tell you, but that's beside the point. I usually walk home alone from work because I only live a few blocks away. My boyfriend wishes otherwise, but nothing's going to happen or at least that's what I thought up until a week ago. Below is my story......

It was dark as I walked home Saturday night. I only lived a few blocks away from work and I didn't want to wait for a ride. It was a warm spring night so I had my work shirt unbuttoned half way down. My tits were spilling out, but it was too dark for anyone to actual see.. Or so I thought. I heard a noise from behind me so I turned around to see if someone was there. I didn't see anyone so I kept walking. All of a sudden I heard loud footsteps behind me and suddenly felt an arm go around my throat.

"Don't scream honey and you won't get hurt" said a deep throaty voice.

I was sure the man was much larger than me simply because his arms were so muscular and it sounded like his voice was coming from above my head. I tried to squirm my way out but he used his other hand to grab me between my legs and lift me by my crotch. This confirmed that he was very strong. The more I struggled the more my clit rubbed against my panties and his hand. I couldn't help but struggle, I wasn't one to be taken that easily. I could feel my orgasm building and the struggling became stronger as I pushed myself to my orgasm instead of trying to escape.

"OH GOD!" I screamed as my body betrayed me and sent me in to the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

I could hear the man laughing as he turned me to face him with his hand still pressed against my clit.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you baby?" he asked.

"No, you sick fuck!" I spat out of my trembling lips as my body was still trying to recover.

His only response was a deep chuckle as he set me back on the ground with his hand still tight on my crotch. His other hand came up quick and ripped the remaining buttons off of my shirt. I saw him put the same hand to his pocket and lift something shiny and metallic from his right pocket. My eyes bulged as I noticed it was a knife which he used to cut the connecting fabric between my breasts so that there was nothing concealing them from his hand. 

I wanted to run or scream, but as I looked down to see what he had done my eyes drifted down to the bulge in his pants. It was huge. I could only imagine what it would look like released from its confines and suddenly I wanted to see it. He noticed me looking and a wide grin spread across his face as he dropped the knife on the ground to use his hand to unbutton his pants. 

As he slid his clothes down around his ankles I saw how big his dick was. There was no way I could take that all in! I became very scared as he turned me around and bent me over at my waist. Suddenly I knew what he was planning and I was scared to death. He started sliding his fingers up and down my slit making sure I was wet enough before he jammed his dick in to my pussy with so much force I thought he would rip me in two. The pain was unbearable and I thought I would pass out as he pounded in to my pussy over and over. I screamed for him to stop over and over, but my pleas fell on a cold heart. As the pounding went on the pain faded in to a subtle pleasure. I could feel it building in the pit of my stomach and it slowly started to spread outward to the rest of my body. I was going to cum in this humiliating position and I WANTED to. 

"Oh my God. Please keep fucking me. Please." I screamed.

Suddenly he stopped and spun me around.

"Clean your filthy juices off of me you little slut!" he said as he pushed me down to my knees and forced his thick dick in my mouth.

I could taste my own juices on him as he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his dick so far in my mouth that the head hit the back of my throat. I began to gag, but that only seemed to turn him on more as I heard him start to moan. He began thrusting harder and faster. I knew he was getting close so I brought my hand up to the shaft of his dick and started pumping him as fast as I could. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and sprayed his hot cum all over my face and tits. 

"Did you like that you little whore?" he said as a wide grin spread across his face.

"Yes! Yes I did. Please fuck me. Please." I begged. 

I couldn't wait to be fucked by this massive, dominant man, but he had other plans. 

"Meet me here tomorrow night at the same time. Don't tell anyone. If you do you'll never see me or my dick again." He said as he pulled up his pants and began to walk back down the street.

I knew I would meet him here tomorrow and any other night that he wanted. I was now and forever his little slut, but how far would I let this go??

To be continued... 



Late Night and a Broken Ball



Please Note: This is entirely Fiction, and all characters were 18 years or older.

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I was stretched out on my bed looking up at the ceiling watching the room light up as the storm raged on outside. I was counting the seconds until the thunder caught up. I love to listen to rain falling on the roof, wind in the trees, and the distant sound of thunder as I fall asleep. I never had problems falling asleep during a storm no matter how violent, threatening, or loud. But tonight was different. There was something at the edge of my mind keeping me awake. I felt ill at ease, something wrong, something that needed to be done. I had no idea what it could be and tried to reason my way through it when my cell phone broke into Rob Zombie's Dragula. Great, this cannot be good.

I rolled over and reached for the phone and answered it, "Hello?"

"Jimmy?" a familiar female voice asked, "This is Aunt Lauren. I hate to bother you so late, but I really do not know what to do."

I was suddenly worried. I had not talked to her in quite a few years. I had moved a couple of states away after college and never really kept in touch with family back home. I had tried, but it always felt like a one way street. "It's okay," I said reassuringly, "What's wrong?"

"Sissy, I mean Carol Ann was heading to visit a college out there in Iowa and well, she was late and tried to make it before having to stop somewhere for the night, but, well she broke down and is on the side of the road -"

She was getting frantic and I could hear the fear in her voice. "Aunt Lauren, where is she?" I asked.

"She's on I-80 about a mile from the Wilton exit where her car broke down," she said anxiously, "she was trying to make it to Iowa City. Is that even close to you?"

"Yes, fortunately it is. Okay, I am on my way. I'll call you if there is a problem."

"Thank you."

I grabbed my wind breaker which had a hood and was waterproof, my keys and a flashlight from the kitchen drawer. I headed out into the pouring rain, taking my pickup in the drive instead of my car. Even though both my headlights and the wipers were on high, they were nearly a failure in this weather. After the ten mile trip south on the two lane blacktop I crossed over I-80 and entered the on-ramp heading east. I drove past the Wilton exit and took the next exit which was about three miles further on and crossed over I-80 and headed back west. I had hoped I would have seen her car but I did not. Trying to see white lines marking the lanes through the battering rain it made for quite the distraction. I made progress slowly with my emergency flashers on as I drove down the emergency shoulder on the right. The rain began to ease somewhat but, it was still hard to see. I began to make out yellow lights flashing in the distance. I pulled up behind the car and saw that it had a deep lean to the right in the front.

I approached the driver's side window and hoped I hadn't frightened her and knocked on her window lightly. I could see her looking up at me as she cracked the window a bit and asked, "Uncle Jimmy?"

"Yes, well, not Uncle really. I think we are actually cousins, but . . . " I said looking into her eyes. Even in the dark, her green eyes sparkled like emeralds. "Roll up your window and let me check the car."

I walked around the car and turned the flashlight to the right front tire which I could see was nearly horizontal to the road. The tire was flat but it looked as if she had a broken ball joint. Either way her car was not going anywhere tonight. I knocked on the passenger window and she unlocked the door. I quickly slid into the passenger seat, just barely fitting.

"Your car can't be fixed here. I'll call a mechanic friend of mine. He has his own shop and a towing service. I'll have him pick your car up and take it to his shop. In the meantime I can take you to my house, or if you are uncomfortable with that I can take to you a nearby hotel, both are roughly the same distance from here. In the morning we will get you to the University," I explained. Even in the darkness of the car I could see she was soaked from the rain and trembling.

She looked at me and without hesitation said, "Your place will be perfect. Is there any reason I should be uncomfortable?"

"No," I laughed, "I should think not."

I had her grab her bags which consisted of a backpack and shoulder bag for her laptop. On the drive to my house I called Tim and told him what had happened, where her car was, and that the keys were under the front seat. I also asked if it was possible that he could make her car a priority to be fixed. He had a call he was on, but assured me he would get it off the side of the road and fixed as soon as possible. I looked over a couple of times as I discussed the car with Tim and from the faint light from the dash I could see her nipples poking out. I tried to look back to the road but I think she saw me. 

"If you are cold I can turn on the heat," I said nervously. The last thing I needed was family back home thinking I was a pervert ogling a cousin I had not seen since she was . . . what three or four.

She said she was fine and resumed looking out the window to the east watching the speeding storms flash and boom along to new ears and fears. 

"Uncle Jimmy," she reached out and touched my thigh getting my attention and then drawing her hand back, "is far to your house?"

"No, not at all, just a few more hills and then we are there."

"Oh good, I am so tired from the drive and I just need to get out of these clothes, they're so wet they are just clinging to me."

I looked over and she was grabbing the shirt where her nipples poked out and pulling it away. I had to change the subject. "Carol Ann, your Grandmother said you were headed to Iowa City. Going to check on the University?" I asked.

"Yes Uncle Jimmy, I have a tour with a group of other kids at 11am, then who knows what," she paused, "Thank you for helping me, I really don't know how I am going to make it there in the morning though."

I reassured her that everything would be fine and that I'd take her. We arrived at my place. I grabbed her backpack and carried it in for her and opened the door to let her in first. As she passed me she looked up into my eyes and smiled. I watched her enter and noticed that in her faded jean shorts, she had just as beautiful an ass as her Mother had. Oh, god, I need to stop. I dropped both bags by the front door. I showed her the bathroom and where the towels were and told her to get out of those wet clothes and to leave them on the floor. I would put them in the washer for her and then dry them. She grabbed her backpack and disappeared into the bathroom and changed into long pink pjs with feet. 

I had her settled in the spare bedroom by 2am and a little after that I heard her snoring. I went to close her door and saw she was above the sheets. She was a diminutive young woman. I could not make out much of her body's beauty as she was curled tightly into a ball, but her ass, though small like her, was a wonderful heart shape. I thought I could see her mound peeking out between her thighs, but before I checked, I backed out of the room and quietly closed the door.

I remembered her clothes on the bathroom floor and went to retrieve them and put them in washer. Before putting them in I checked to make sure there was nothing of value left in her pockets. As I did so her panties fell to the edge of the washers opening. I dropped her clothes in and picked her panties up to drop them in as well. But I suddenly felt the urge to smell them. I lifted them to my nose and smelled a deep, earthy, musky scent. My cock twitched and before I knew it my tongue reached out and licked them. There was a sweet and tangy taste that was easily transferred to my tongue as they were still wet. I wondered briefly before sucking the crotch into my mouth and sucking on it if any of the moisture was because of me. Between the taste and aroma I was in heaven. My cock was now rock hard, but guilt overtook me. I dropped them hastily into the washer and added a small amount of detergent and selected the delicate wash cycle.

I laid down and felt sleepy. The something I had felt earlier and that I had needed to do, was now gone. I thought about that and what it had meant as I drifted off to sleep. I woke just before 7:30 and walked to the bathroom in only my briefs having forgotten I had a guest. Just as I reached for the bathroom door, it opened. I stood face to face with Carol Ann, who I realized was in a thin, short white t-shirt that allowed me to see that she was bra-less, had medium sized areolas, and that her nipples were even more pronounced than last ni - HOLY SHIT! I was staring. I quickly looked up to apologize and saw that she too stood motionless staring at my cock . . . HOLY SHIT! I had morning wood that was standing at attention and trying to peek at our new guest. "Oh my God. Carol Ann, I, I, I am so sorry," as I tried to cover up what had already been seen. Where the fuck did her pjs go?

"No worries," she smiled and brushed past me, her pink pantied hips grazing my hand that held my cock. Before turning to enter her room she sighed, "Besides I liked what I saw."

My mouth must have hit the floor. I watched her enter the room as she sashayed her hips and ass . . . oh what a lovely, sexy, shapely . . . Oh my GOD. She's your cousin. My mouth was dry as I realized I was staring at a closed door. I quickly turned and entered the bathroom and awkwardly pissed trying to relieve my hard on. I pissed like a racehorse but to no avail. I was still rock hard and I was getting harder. I turned and sat back on the toilet. I absently found myself stroking my cock up and down while thinking of that ass, oh dear god I am going to hell. I got harder thinking about it because she was my cousin. But she was also a young woman, a young woman who seemed unabashedly at home with her own sexuality. Oh god, I started to moan, unaware that I could be heard. I began rubbing harder and a little faster and -

"May I help, or do I have to just watch?" she asked with one arm raised sexily above her head allowing her to lean on the door frame in a seductive pose with her hips cocked to the side and legs spread enough to allow me to see that she was wet.

I froze. I was a deer in the headlights and this sexy semi was about to hit me hard. She dropped her arm and again there was that sexy sashay as she got between my legs and squatted down like a catcher and then moved each leg back under her until she was kneeling between my legs with her panty covered ass sitting on her heels.

I was rock still, hand on cock, stopped in mid stroke, still. She smiled, leaned forward, and gently peeled first my fingers, then my hand from my dick. I was shivering with excitement as she leaned forward and licked the precum from my dick, "Ummmm, that has a nice salty chip flavor, and something else, ohh! You peed first! I like," she moaned and leaned back. As she dropped her right hand into her panties to massage herself she asked, "You peed, but you are still rock hard. Is that because of me?"

"Yes," I groaned as she began moving her left hand up and down along my cock.

"So you are turned on by your cousin. Ooh you are such a bad man. What would Auntie say? What would my Mom think? What would they do if they knew you were going to have that nice fat fucking cock in my mouth and pussy soon? What do you think?"

"I, I, don't know," I stammered and then yelled, "and right now I don't fucking care!"

She leaned forward and engulfed my cock with her bright pink lips. Her head began moving up and down as her deep orange hair fell to the side of her face blocking my view. I gingerly reached out and gently moved it back out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. I began to absently stroke her silken hair and helped her on her down strokes. Her tongue moved in circles around my cock as she moved up and then down while sucking harder and then softer. I was in heaven and with my sexy cousin sucking my cock, surely headed for hell. I began to twitch and she felt it in my cock as well. She lifted her head and looked into my eyes and said, "Give me my early morning facial!" Then she dove back down impaling her mouth with my dick and increased the suction and began to rake her teeth along my cock. Just as I began to release my seed she bit down stopping the flow causing me to shake more. My body was racked with pain, pleasure, and lost in the thrill of it all. When she finally released she quickly pulled back and took it on her face as she kept close as it pumped and spasmed. She licked her lips and swallowed that and what had landed in her mouth and while keeping her eyes on mine, worked it into her skin.

Then without a word and before I could relax she hopped up onto my lap, pulled her panties to the side and then lowered herself. Another shudder went through me and for the first time in my life I came again on the same erection and pumped it into her unprotected pussy. Amazingly I was still hard and when I realized he wasn't done, I continued.

I began pumping up into her trying to push into her womb, to make this a moment neither would forget. From somewhere within I felt power rising as I lifted her and sat her on the edge of the counter and started drilling for her precious oil. I pumped and squeezed her ass hard, trying each time to drive deeper. I was obsessed with making her cum, making her cum hard. She was alternating between sucking and biting my earlobe as I nuzzled her neck, which was becoming harder to do as each ferocious pump it her faster. She began to spasm. 

Her hips were lifting off the counter seeking my cock each time I withdrew. I was now entering her with each stroke as her nails dug into my back. I felt blood begin to run down my back as she clamped down hard with her legs around me pulling me in and forcing us to stop. Tiny shudders rippled through her flesh and body. I lifted her by her ass and dropped her to the counter and sent my cock home. She screamed as if I had stabbed her and she released a gush of fluids that splattered my cock, my balls, and my stomach. Each time she twitched she sprayed a little more. I held her close as her head fell backward and she went limp. I brought my right hand up quickly to catch her head and cradled it until she slowly started to come back to me.

"Wha . . . what . . . the fuck was . . . THAT!"

"Well babe, that was my Thank you for the wonderful work you have done this morning." I smiled, confident that this was a moment she would never forget.

"Wwwow," she tried to say but was still suffering through an occasional tremor, "I have never, never done that before. I, I am so Thankful for that release you gave me."

"Well we need to shower and eat before we head out, so?" I said opening the shower door.

We soaped each other up and with a couple of admonishments for her trying to get me hard again we finished and got dressed. She picked a white T-shirt and a pullover plain blue hoodie with black sweat pants. Her hair was pulled back into a sexy ponytail. "You're going to wear that?" I asked.

She had an indignant look on her face, "Yes, why?"

"Well, aren't you going to look sexy for any guys in case you decide to go there, that way you're ahead of the game for next year?" I asked, hoping she'd say that she wasn't interested in them at the moment.

She laughed and said, "Next year will take care of itself. Right now I want to see the campus and city and then get back here."

I smiled and finished making us some quick french toast. I sat the stack down and handed her the maple syrup. She placed her hoodie over the back of the chair and sat down with one leg crossed under her other thigh. She took three pieces and heavily drizzled the syrup over and under each piece, carefully making sure both sides were coated. I watched in awe as this slender beauty indulged without apparent worry. I ignored my breakfast temporarily as I finally had the chance to let my eyes slowly roam her body. Her skin was a light alabaster covered in tiny little light freckles scattered like stars in the night sky. Her breasts (which I guess were a nice 28C) swayed enticingly as she moved while eating her breakfast. Everything seemed divinely ordained and lovingly designed for her petite body. She had so many similarities to her Mother but was her own uniquely beautiful young woman.

I pulled my eyes away and forced myself to eat.

"If you want, after your tour I can pick you up and show you around the city. I could also treat you to lunch or dinner before we come back. I have some things in the city to do for a couple of hours, and when you're ready you can text me and I'll pick you up."

Without looking up from her plate which was almost finished she said, "YES, let's."

I laughed, looked at the clock, and said, "I'll be in the car when your done. It seems your escapade this morning has put us a little behind schedule." I got up from the table and walked to the attached garage and got into my black and yellow striped 1970 Mach 1 Mustang and brought her rumbling to life. This car was my reward to myself for having put in all those years of hard work while my ex-wife played with every Tom's dick, and Harry's in town. I guess my Ford F-150 4x4 that I had picked up Carol Anne in last night was as well. I suffered for years with a rusted '85 Honda Civic with 285K miles. I gassed her a couple of times loving the rumble I used instead of the horn. I pushed the door opener as she burst from the house.

She stopped in her tracks, her mouth quietly exclaiming, "Oh My God!"

I leaned over and popped the door open for her. "Hop on in Babe," I immediately cringed as I said it. But somehow the vehicle, the timing, and the girl next to me made it feel right.

I backed out into the street and took a left out to the stop sign at the northern edge of town and hit the gas squealing tires through the first three gears. We were at a hundred before she knew it. There was a wild eyed look in her eyes as she turned to me and yelled, "Holy shit! You drive like you fuck! Now I understand my Mom."

I almost lost control as I quickly looked over at her. Her Mom?

She laughed at my puzzlement and said, "Drive. I'll explain later."

We got to the campus meeting place just in time. She took my phone, pushed quite a few buttons then handed it over to me. She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek and quickly said, "Bye," and was gone without looking back.

I headed down to the park along the river near campus. I parked as close to the river as was legal and pulled the lever to my seat, slid it back and reclined somewhat. I dozed off for a cool midday nap. Before long my phone started playing Buckcherry's "Crazy Bitch." I smiled and checked the text. "I'm done. Come get me I'm horny!"

The engine roared to life and I spun gravel in the parking lot and I headed as fast as I could to get her.

She was waiting for me with her thumb out like a hitchhiker. I rolled up and leaned over and said through the open window, "Hi Horny, I'm hard. Can I give you a ride?"

For the first time I heard her giggle.

She got in and her hand immediately went to my crotch where she found a raging hard on waiting for her. She leaned over and huskily breathed into my ear, "Find someplace secluded, NOW."

I did a U-turn and immediately headed back to the park where I had been, but a few hundred feet further down, where there was a picnic area hidden from the road and bike path, behind some shrubs and trees.

We were lucky. We saw no one around as we pulled in. I had been trying to figure out how we were going to do this as my mustang was not big in the back seat department. But I need not have worried because as soon as the car came to a stop and before I could put it in park, she bolted from the car and headed to a picnic table. I thought, guess its the wild outdoors then as I got out of the car and quickly followed. When I got to her she had already pulled down her panties and sweats and was sitting on her hoodie.




Late Night and a Broken Ball Pt. 02



For a week I walked around the house with the feeling that something was not right again. Then as I sat down the couch and looked around the living room it hit me. My house, other than my truck and car was a disappointment. Some of what was here was bought randomly to replace everything that had been in our house. I gave my soon to be ex-wife everything that was in our old house, as well my 401K. But I kept the house, fixed what needed to be, and painted it neutral colors and sold it for more than asking price, as the housing market had yet to crash. Fortunately for me a month later it did. My current house had sat on the market for over a year, and the bank that was stuck with it wanted out from under it as well as many others. I had been getting antsy in my small month to month studio apartment and when we got to the numbers I took a chance and they knuckled under and took what had been owed and not a penny more. Which meant I bought this home in a very nice neighborhood for just under forty thousand and left me a nice sum of money in the bank. 

Most of my furniture hadn't been bought. The TV, paintings, and nearly all of the furniture were donated by friends cleaning out their garages. Nothing matched. The end tables were the late fifties tables with simulated plastic wood veneer and a tall floor type lamp built in the went through a shelf towards the back. The couch, though lightly used was a rigid, uncompromising, utilitarian, tan uncomfortable piece of . . . well, it all needed to be replaced. Even the TV was a lumbering huge plastic cube heavy enough to hold down the house in a tornado. It had to go. All of it. 

I looked in the Tuesday morning paper and found that there were to be four garage sales in the neighborhood this weekend. I looked up the classified number in the paper and called. I placed an ad for Friday and Saturday's paper; 

Used household furniture of all types. Cheapest you'll find and in good condition. Nothing over $20. Edenwood subdivision. 120 Chesterton. Sale starts at 7am.

I bought a keg and had all of my friends come over to help me move everything out, including all bedroom furniture. It sat outside overnight and by 6:45am people began to show. My friends still drunk inside, were crashed out in their sleeping bags, though some did not make it that far. Tom was still slumped hugging the toilet passed out, when I took my morning piss. 

By ten almost everything was gone, except for the TV and the ugly end tables. But I made a deal with a college kid and he took them off my hands for $10. He was shocked though when I gave him the ten instead of taking it from him. I waved goodbye, then went inside to count my money. I woke everyone up and then divided the $435 among them and then I thanked them and kicked them out. They tried to refuse by I insisted. 

After they left I hit the strip mall of furniture and appliance stores in the cities. First stop was a large conglomeration of six stores, one for oak furniture, one for bedrooms, one for living rooms, one for chairs and recliners, one for dining rooms, and finally, an unattached big appliance store. I started with the living room and picked out a large brown sectional that had two ottomans that when slid to the couch made a rather large size bed. It came with coffee tables, end tables and a low sitting entertainment center. I also added all the knick knacks in the group setting. I then moved on to the kitchen and picked out an old dark cherry dining room table with six chairs, and country style four chair oval kitchen table. For the finished basement I got matching dual recliners in leather with a love seat. I then got a queen size bed for the guestroom and matching items, and for my room I ordered an extra large king size bed, again with matching furniture. I figured that was enough for now and headed to the appliance store.

Once I entered I was in heaven. I ordered a 65" plasma TV for the basement, a 60" plasma for the living room and two 40" plasmas for the bedrooms. I picked up a rather large stainless steel microwave, eight slice toaster, a side by side fridge, a flat surfaced stove w/oven, new front loading washer and dryer, a PS4, two sound systems, and stopped. I looked around. I couldn't think of anything else at the moment. 

For the next three days I slept in my sleeping bag as I awaited each shipment. Everything was set up and the fourth night I slept on the oh so damn comfortable couch. My mind that night drifted off into a dream of Carol Anne and I relaxing on this couch as we watched a movie cuddled tightly together in the corner, arms wrapped around each other. We began to slowly caress and kiss each other as we mutually slid down on the couch until we were face to face on our sides. I pulled her to me and began a long passionate kiss. I moved my hand to her firm, delectable breast and massaged her nipple with my index finger. Her hand moved down and slid into my boxers and pulled my cock back through the hole it had peeked its head out, and then pulled it upwards and out of as it began to rapidly harden. She began to moan softly as we continued our kiss. I was tweaking and lightly twisting her nipple as my cock was oozing precum all over her fingers, which she was using to enable her to slide easier, faster, up and down my shaft. I stopped playing with her breast and nipple and lowered my hand to her warm, inviting, deliciously moist pussy and inserted one and then two fingers. She convulsed almost immediately. Once she relaxed she pushed me to my back and yanked down my boxers just past my ass and then mounted me. She grabbed my shoulder and as she lowered her pussy on my cock she began to rock, and then buck. She held on to my left shoulder like it was the rope on a bucking bronco. She was moving fast and rhythmically. Her hips tracing a large circle as she pushed them forward and then threw them back. I was being pulled up and down, and while I was enjoying it immensely, I was struggling to maintain balance and my view of this lovely young woman with the wanton lust in her eyes. Just as she began her release, I woke. 

God I couldn't wait to get the two of them in that damn big bed, if possible, and if it ever gets here. 

Another week had passed after the deliveries and the contractors had finished all of the updates. Money talks, and mine was starting to cry. I had nearly cleaned out my checking account but I still had my savings. I walked through the house inspecting the changes I had made. Everything looked perfect. And as I finished my tour I stood in the doorway looking at my Kingsized bed smiling. Daydreams now, heaven soon, and pleasurable memories for later. I was finally happy with where I was in life. 

I looked at my watch, 19hrs until they were expected to arrive which meant that at 5pm tomorrow things would change. Hopefully they would change forever. 

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I sat under the open garage door in a folding event chair. The chairs today had advanced to far to be called simply lawn chairs. This one had sturdy straight legs, a grey heavy canvas seat and a mesh back. It also had cup holders in each arm. One of which currently held a large glass of ice water. It was a warm late August afternoon with closely scattered clouds that blocked much but not all of the sun's heat. Hence I sat in tan Khakis shorts, a white t-shirt underneath a short sleeve olive green buttoned shirt.

I nervously glanced at my watch. I had received a text from Marianne that they had crossed the Mississippi roughly forty five minutes earlier, and several from Carol Anne wanting my dick, and describing how nervous her Mother was. She explained that her Mother was worried I would not find her attractive, sexy, or interested in her anymore. I had seen several pictures of her on the social page, but could not tell much about her current figure. She was usually clothed in sweatshirts, baggy jeans, or sweats. She still maintained her hair, but it seemed as if she had lost interest in looking good for a man anymore. She still seemed to have the beautiful smile she had always had, but it seemed the sparkle in her eyes was missing. I know she had gone through a lot these last four years having lost her son Frank from head trauma when he lost his helmet in the middle of a run, then took a hard hit to the temple from a linebacker that tackled him too high. Her husband, like my ex-wife, had left her for someone younger not long after. It seemed as life had beat her down, and I hoped she had not given up the fight. So I texted her she would have to wait for my cock, as her Mother had first shot. Her text back was a simple frown. 

I glanced again at my watch. I knew she had GPS on her phone, but when we were teenagers she had trouble reading maps, and those things often lead people into dead ends rather than their destination. I started to get up from my chair and head into the house to get my cell phone, I hated the things and whether subconsciously or not I was always leaving it somewhere . . . else, then I heard a honk and yell. I looked up to see Carol Anne leaning out the window as they neared the house. Marianne looked tense as she leaned forward with both hands on the steering wheel. She cautiously pulled her car, which much like her appeared to be beaten down, into the drive. 

Carol Anne burst from the passengers seat nearly hitting herself upon exiting as she flung open the door and the door rebounded back. She ran and jumped into my arms covering my face and neck in kisses. Marianne meanwhile, had a taut thin smile and was still clutching the steering wheel. I could see the apprehension in her eyes. I walked to her door and opened it for her, then reached out a hand to her. She looked up at me and a smile came to her face, not full of life, but better than when she had been looking at me with through her windshield. She took my hand and I pulled her up and to me. She hesitated and we stood facing each other. I slowly brought my hands to her cheeks. I stood looking in her eyes as I slowly caressed her cheeks with my thumbs and then pulled her to me. I kissed her softly and then pulled her into my arms and whispered in her ear, "My God you are so beautiful, and I have waited my entire life for this moment." I held her tight there in the driveway unaware that neighbors were watching, and had I known, I would not have given a damn. I stood still, looking into eyes I had long ago put from my mind, tucked away where emotions could no longer reach. 

I reluctantly let go of her but still held her left hand. "So," I said, "Where's your luggage? In the trunk I presume." 

She walked with me to the trunk and opened it with her keys. 

"Well," I said chuckling, "I'll need more arms for all of this." 

The trunk was stuffed full of luggage, boxes, a stereo system, and what appeared to be a few makeup cases. I was momentarily in awe of how much this medium sized trunk held. "I don't know how you did this, but it was one hell of a packing job." 

"That's not all, there is more in the back seat. All I'll need are these two bags right here." 

I grabbed them and pulled them out as Carol Anne went to the passengers side back seat and grabbed her backpack and shoulder bag I had seen before. "Carol Anne," I said, "Lead the way." 

She took two steps into the living room and stopped in her tracks, "What the FUCK?" she said as she spun on her heels. "What, when, hunh?" 

I took her by the arms and gently moved her off to the side and ushered her Mother indoors. "I realized something about a month ago." I paused, motioning to the house, "Everything here had the stench of making do, putting my life on hold since the divorce. I felt, well, that if I was going to move forward I had to make this a home, not just a place I crash until I wake for the next day."

"Follow me," I said as I had started up the stairs. Once at the top I motioned for Carol Anne to enter the room I picked out for her. She entered, dropped her bags and jumped on the bed. 

"Ooooh, it's sooo soft, and comfy." 

"I'm glad you like it," I said turning to Marianne, "And your suite awaits." I motioned towards the room as she entered. 

"Wow, you really made a wonderful home here," she said walking across and into the private bathroom i had had added. "I just love this shower. Oh my, four shower strips, rails, and a bench large enough for . . ." she paused and breathed in deeply, "two." 

"Yes. I wanted to make you feel comfortable here. I wanted this to feel like home." 

She turned and walked over to me and pulled me into her arms and buried her face and tears into my chest. I held her head and caressed back with my other hand. "I hope, that perhaps, just maybe, you might find a little happiness while you are here, and . . . " I stopped, not wanting to get ahead of myself and the moment. I held her out at arm's length, "And I love you. I always have. I wanted you to feel at ease and even more, at home." 

We sat quietly on the bed in each others arms, letting our our embrace, our breathing, and unspoken fears of what may come speak for themselves. 

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Eventually the moment had to end. It did so as Carol Anne peaked around the corner and said, "Oh jeez, all of this time wasted and the two of you are still not grinding jennies?" 

"Jennies?" 

"Yeah," she laughed, "Genitalia." 

"Wow, such a big word. No wonder you're going to college. Annie," I quipped, "You grow 'em smart." 

Carol Anne rolled her eyes, turned and headed downstairs, "What the hell is for dinner? I hungry damnit!" 

"You're girl is always hungry and ready to eat," I laughed. "How come she is so damn tiny?" 

"Fuck me if I know," she said laughing. 

"Oh, my dear, my dear, I hope to do just that in due time, whether you know or not." 

She smiled up at me and I leaned over and kissed her then took her hands and pulled her to her feet and said, "Let's get down there before she eats everything and leaves nothing for us." 

After dinner we relaxed in the livingroom on the couch with the two ottomans pushed back. I laid back on the cushions and Carol Anne snuggled up next to me on the left and Marianne next to me on the right. She was close, but not snuggled in. She seemed willing, but hesitant. I was worried that as we talked about our lives until now that she may not be ready for a chance at us. Marianne talked about Carol Anne and Frank's childhoods, Franks death, her subsequent divorce, and how she and Carol Anne grew closer through it all, and as she did she began to relax and lean into me. I told them a little about the college I fled home for, the woman I met there that would become my wife, then my ex-wife, and how I had dated a few women since the divorce and that I felt no desire for them. I explained that I had been on cruise control for the last few years, alive but not living, until Carol Anne happened to break down, and brought the long repressed desire for Marianne to the surface, my chance to reach for the life I had always wanted. I told them that I felt a purpose now, I knew my place in life, and that while I am at peace, there were those in my arms I wanted to bring to that place with me. Marianne snuggled in and placed her head upon my shoulder and absently began stroking my chest. 

Carol Anne giggled twisted my left nipple and then hopped up, "Well, I am glad you feel that way but its just a little too warm and huggy feely for me. I'm tired and need some sleep. Night." 

With that she bounced up the stairs and we could hear her flop onto the bed. Marianne laid there in silence for quite some time, comfortable in each other's arms. Finally I suggested we head to bed. 

As we stood face to face I reached out and slowly began to raise her sweatshirt up along her body, revealing a tight white t-shirt underneath. I could see little change in her figure especially as I brought it up and over her still firm and from their bounce as the shirt released, resilient breasts. I tossed the sweatshirt on top of the hamper I had in the corner and removed the t-shirt 

and did the same. I stood admiring the body I had so lusted for in my youth. A little more fleshy, a few stretch marks, but just as lovely and desireable as it was in our youth. I gently lifted one foot and removed first one sock, then the other. Through this all I don't believe she had yet taken a breath. I stood and hooked my thumbs into the waist of her sweats and panties. As I pulled them down over her hips I slowed as I watched a blond forest emerge cover most, but not all of her pussy which was moist and had a wonderful earthen aroma. I paused for a moment leaning in and letting it fill my nostrils and my mind. I brought the sweats and underwear down to her ankles and she gingerly lifted each foot out. As I stood I placed my hands on the outside of her ankles and slowly slid them up along her body, softly caressing her as I rose. I stood admiring the beauty of the woman who while being forty five was just as beautiful as when she had been in her bikini at sixteen. I could not fathom why anyone would leave her for another. 

Marianne smiled and reached out to return the favor. She slowly unbuttoned my shirt and took it off in such a way that she leaned in and pressed her breast to my chest and briefly hugged me. I felt my cock begin to stir. I had been so enraptured by the unveiling of her pure beauty I had been too engrossed to allow him to think, but now he was up to speed and getting ready to go. She lifted my t-shirt until it passed my chest and she temporarily tucked it in my armpits as she ran her fingers over my stomach and up to my chest. She smiled and leaned forward kissing each nipple. She finished by pulling the shirt above my head and quickly removing my belt and then my shorts. All of these she tossed onto the growing pile of clothes on the hamper. She knelt down and examined the large tent that was erected before her. She slowly pulled my boxers down and my cock sprung free and bobbed inches from her lips. Again she leaned forward and kissed the tip and then licked the precum from her lips. She stood, taking me by the hand to the bedside.

I pulled the covers back and then bent and scooped her into my arms and placed her on the bed and covered her. I walked around and got into the other side and as I covered up she slid over and put an arm across my chest. I pulled her tight, and said, "I am thankful you are here. I love you." I looked into her eyes as she smiled, life seeming to flood back in. "Lights off." We settled further into each other as we fell asleep. 

I woke first as the sun was just beginning to illuminate the room enough to see without the lights. I hurried to relieve myself and my morning wood. I stood naked as I finished pissing when I heard a voice, "I do so hope you are ready to give me my morning facial."

"Carol A . . . Annie?" I said as I saw her, still reveling at the sight of her nudity. 

"Yes. Sissy crawled into bed right after you left and told me to get my ass in here before I missed my facial. And quite honestly I appreciate that you did not rush anything last night, but I am not sure how the hell I held back and did not rape you," she breathed heavily and seductively. 

I turned and looked at the toilet seat I had used for Carol Anne's facial. No, I didn't want this. I walked to her and lifted her chin and kissed her lightly on the lips. Not here. Not for our first time. This will not do. I took her and led to to my bedroom and seeing Carol Anne snug under the sheets I promptly kicked her out, "You have had your turn, and this now is Annie's turn. Scoot." I pulled the covers off her as she whined, wanting to stay. 

"Carol Anne, honey please does as he asks," she said as she leaned on my arm. 

I leaned forward and slapped her on the ass as Carol Anne tried to flee from my hand. 




Late Night and a Broken Ball Pt. 02



"Ouch, that hurt!" 

"And there is more where that came from if you keep being selfish." 

I closed the door and then walked to the window and pulled back the curtains revealing sliding doors and a deck, and then did the same to the window on the right. I walked back to Marianne and took her into my arms and kissed passionately and laid her gently back on the bed. Her breathing was heavy now, and she goosebumps were popping all over her wonderful light untanned skin. I knelt before her and as I lowered my face to the portion of her exposed mound she said, "I hope you don't mind that I am not shaved, I never have been. Sissy told me I should but I just didn't feel right with her hand going there." 

"Its lovely. I love hair on a woman, especially when it frames such a lovely pussy as yours. Her mound was deepening into a dark pink as her arousal was beginning to peak. A light dew began to slowly pulse from between the folds of her lips and as I started to dive in for a lick of her juice, the clouds separated outside and a ray of light shone across her pubic mound. I lit up her pubic hair from behind causing it to shine as if it was a golden jungle hiding her pot of liquid gold. I started at the bottom and licked upwards collecting her delicious liquids. She shivered at first touch and moaned from somewhere deep within. As I reached the top I stopped and sucked on her hood covering her clit causing it to peek ever so slightly out. I gently circled it with my tongue and then leaned back. 

"WHa, what, why did you stop? It felt so damn good. A good I haven't felt in a long time," she said shivering. 

"Honey, are you cold?" 

"No, it is anticipation running through me like ripples on a pond, and it's exhilarating!" 

I smiled, "Well, you will certainly have more to enjoy. I stopped only to enjoy the flavor, and to remember this moment. You have such a earthen scent mixed with a sweet citrusy flavor. If I could bottle this I'd be rich." 

"Oh my GAWD. Stop being so dramatic, it is not that good. At my age it can't be," she quipped. 

"My Dear, you are so wrong let me show you." 

I dove in pushing my mouth inwards as far as possible, quickly shaking my mouth from side to side, then I pushed my tongue in as quickly and as deeply as I could and then began sucking. Immediately she began to convulse. As I did this I reached my left arm around her thigh and pulled her as tightly to me as I could then felt for her wonderful 34C breasts. I brought my other hand up and under my chin and retrieved some of her overflowing juices and wiped them downwards along her perineum to her bunghole. Her shivers deepened to waves and I was determined to taste and drink all I could as I forced the waves to intensify and crash onto the shore. I wanted to bring her climax home and as her rosebud had begun to open I quickly slipped my thumb deep into her relaxed ass and pushed upwards. She cried out, and began to spasm and I removed my thumb and an slipped two then three fingers in and out slowly picking up speed. Her spams turned to convulsions and then I slipped quickly out with my tongue and assaulted her puffy pink clit. Her body flexed backwards her head pushed down as her back rose in a tight arch and then fell limp as if she had been struck by lightning. I continued to suck and lick up her juices. 

"You . . . you're . . . oh my . . . come here please," her words were a mixture of a moan and a desperate plea. 

I crawled onto the bed and up her side and propped myself up on my right elbow as I look into glazed eyes. Through the glaze I thought I saw something, a spark, a flicker, I wasn't sure but she was more beautiful than she had ever been. Her hair a furious mess, sweat running down her temples matting her hair to her head. Her body's heaves were slowing and lessening as she slowly caught her breath. I used my finger tips of my left hand to slowly trace around the areola and then flick her nipple. While not overly long it was long enough to move backward and spring forward. My hand moved gently, purposefully lower to her navel and leaned downward and kissed it. My fingers were now lightly tracing what remained of her stretch marks and found myself becoming jealous of the prick who had this woman first. I wished those marks had been put there by me. 

Evidently Marianne had regained control of her senses and asked, "What are you thinking?" 

I leaned back up to her and gave her a kiss and then said, "I love your stretch marks. They tell a story of your past, but as I followed each one along your body I became jealous." 

"Of what?" 

"That bastard that had you. The bastard who helped you make these. I wish it had been me," I said laying my head on her left breast. 

"I don't want to scare you, but I'd like you to consider this. I have always loved you. I will always love you. There is nothing you can do that would make me feel any other way. If after Carol Anne has moved into her dorm I would like an answer to my next question. Whether it is yes or no, please know I will always love you," I paused, and looked in her eyes, "Will you stay with me forever?"

She started to say something but I stopped her with a kiss and then said, "No answer now, think and then let me know." 

I then stood and pulled her to the edge of the bed and stood her up and turned us both so that I could sit down. I said, "ready for your facial?" 

"Mmmmm, yes." 

She slid down my body to the floor and then got up and her knees and and let her lovely ass rest on her heels as Carol Anne had first done. She gently pushed my legs apart and studied my engorged cock. I thought that there was no way in hell for it to become harder than it was. I was wrong. She put her hand out and took into her hand, then brought the other over and encircled the shaft with both leaving the deep purple head peeking out at her.

"My god, this is so, so, thick, and long," she finally exhaled. 

But she smiled and lowered her mouth over it. Her lips closed and she began to suck and roll her tongue around it as she moved her head up and down. I could feel it hit the back of her throat and the first time there was a gag, but she relaxed and was soon taking it into her tight throat. I was in heaven as I tried to concentrate. I was not yet ready to cum. I was enjoying this too immensely. But, as I tried to hold back she grabbed my balls and started softly massaging them. 

Finally, I could hold out no longer and cried out, "Annie!" 

She pushed her mouth forward and began to take my cum directly into her throat. I felt her throat squeeze and release as it tried to swallow. After the first hard spurts I pushed her back and aimed for her cheeks and the breasts. Thick splashes of cum covered her. As I leaned back she took one finger and wiped a splotch and licked it off as if it were a lollipop. She then started to coo as her hands rubbed it in, careful to spread it evenly. As she finished I leaned forward and kissed her deeply. 

We broke the kiss and as she took hold of my cock once more and said, "My god Jimmy, you're hard again!" 

"We have waited for you most of our lives, and we want to show you how much we hope to please you." 

I pulled her to her feet and stood to embrace her. She rushed into my arms and we hugged each other then kissed deeply again. I pulled back the covers and had her crawl in. She moved to the center of the bed and I crawled between her legs. Taking some her fluids still leaking out of her pussy, I slathered them all over my cock and then asked, "You ready hon?" 

"Yes, my god, yes!" 

I moved forward and started to rub my cock along her slit and in eased the tip inward. The feel for this forty five year old woman was tight, exceedingly soft and wonderful. I held myself above her as I relished the moment. Her face had life in it again, and for a moment I thought I saw the sparkle in her eyes that had once been there. She smiled with a plea in her eyes, so I began to move slowly in and out. My head would all but pull out before I pushed back in. I felt the walls of her pussy close tightly around my cock as it moved deeper and release as I pulled back. I had never known a woman to do this to me, for me, before. I had a shiver run down my spine as if I had just gotten the chills. She softly giggled. She was giggling. Life was indeed on her schedule again as it had come recently to mine. 

"I love the intensity of the moment. My emotions are on overload, and I am enjoying this beyond my own belief, but will you fuck me now?" she moaned. 

"Yes, my Love." 

I withdrew and had her flip over and bury her face sideways into the plush pillows and entered her from behind roughly. She gasped as I began to plunge in hitting her cervix. My thrusts were were increasing in intensity and force. My balls were slapping her ass with the sound of a metronome. She gasped on every downstroke and moaned, breathing in on each withdrawal. Perspiration beaded on her skin like cool morning dew upon a rose. With my right hand I reached around and under her to rub and press against her clit. The moment I touched it she began to shudder and shake before finally screaming and nearly collapsing. But, I held her up with my right arm and pulled her to me with my left as I continued to fuck her with gusto, and pure lust. The room was filled with grunts, moans, and balls slapping ass. She regained some composure and I let her hold herself up and grabbed her hips with both hands and started grunting loudly with each thrust. Waves began to crash through her again and this time as I felt myself feeling the onslaught of my own release I let go with a cry. My body continued the motion and slowly began to stop as each deep spurt into her body was a brake on my momentum. I absently held myself erect before finally collapsing to Annie's right side. 

"Holy shit! That was so damn - oh, man HOT!" 

Marianne looked up to the doorway where her daughter's voice had come from and said, "How long have you been standing there?" 

"I think nearly the whole damn time as the two of you were so filled with each other in the moment and seemed oblivious of me. And damn, it was so hot, sensual, sexual, FUCK Mom. You two were simply awesome!" she answered and ran around the bed and climbed in quickly on the left side and covered up. 

Her Mother looked at her and moved hair from the left side of her face and tucked it behind her ear. "Carol Anne," she began, "You know I love you and share everything with you but what happened here was private. You should not have been watching." 

"For god's sake Mother," she said as she rolled her eyes, "We tell each other everything and share what is happening in our lives with each other. This, well was just getting the info as it happened." 

"This, you here in the bed naked with us after we had just had sex is, wrong." 

"Mother, you two just had oral sex and fucked each other's brains out from what I saw, plus you two are first cousins, and this is wrong?" she said and reached out and slowly began caressing her Mother's breast. 

"Carol Anne, please . . . "

"Please what Mother?" she giggled. 

"Stop."

"Okay," Carol Anne conceded, "But this is not the last of it." 

We all crawled out of the bed two hours later after having fallen asleep pressed together in one wonderful entanglement of flesh. Once we woke we each took separate showers, dressed and then headed downstairs for breakfast. The rest of the day was spent driving around Eastern Iowa showing the two of them the beauty of the land despite of all the fields of corn, soybeans, and farms with numerous cows, and pigs. We stopped in a small town northwest of Maquoketa and had a late dinner before heading back to the house. The sun was setting over the cornfields behind my home as Marianne and I sat arm in arm swinging slowly on a hanging swing. 

Marianne looked up at me and said, "I love you." 

I kissed her and whispered, "I love you too. I think I have my whole life." 

We smiled together and watched the orange, pink and blue sunset content in the moment.



Late Night and a Broken Ball



"Holy Fuck, when you want something, you REALLY want something!"

"Shut the Fuck up and FUCK!" she demanded.

I stepped forward and dropped trow and leaned a bit forward and drove right into her already soaked, velvety tight pussy. She leaned back, arms to her sides and palms down with her head yelling to the sky, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, yeah, yeah fuck me, fuck my pussy, oh damn," and then she started growling.

I was so fucking turned on. I was like Muhammad Ali bouncing off the ropes and driving forward. Bobbing and weaving and hitting that pussy as hard as I could. I had been worried about being seen, but fuck that, I had money for bail and a fucking lawyer. She suddenly pushed herself forward and locked her legs around me again like this morning, and again I lifted her by her ass, fingers digging into her flesh and slammed her down as I drove in further, again, and again as she began one long shuddering, "FUUuuuHHHccKkkkk!" She came hard again spraying her nectar everywhere. But I continued until my legs started to shake and she came again. I finally released myself into her this time, forgetting to give her, her afternoon facial. I fell forward and leaned on her with my palms covering hers until I could lift myself up and stand upright.

She kissed me softly and smiled, "Okay, I'm hungry lets go eat."

She reached for her panties and sweatpants, but I stopped her. "Oh no little Sissy," I said with hunger in my eyes, "I haven't tasted you yet. And from your panties last night I know I have to have the real thing!" With that I dropped to my knees, spread her legs and placed them over my shoulders. She began to tremble as my hands reached under her ass and grabbed her cheeks tightly and pulled her forward.

"My panties. Last night? Wha-" she cut off, suddenly shuddering as I dove my tongue deeply between her folds and licked upwards to her beautiful pink clit. It was peeking ever so meekly from behind its little hoodie as I began to nibble, flick, and lick. I stopped, eliciting a moan of need. "I licked and sucked on your panties last night before putting them into wash," I explained, then added, "How does that make you feel?" But before she could answer I resumed my attack on her love hole. I now had her lovely lips in my mouth as I sucked and licked between them at the same time. I pushed forward using my nose to brush and caress her clit which had now pushed out of it hood. As I felt her start to stiffen I quickly slid up and lightly bit her clit and flicked it as I did. She spasmed violently and knocked me onto my ass as she erupted sending her lovely tasting nectar everywhere. I watched in awe, though sometimes I had to close my eyes in a hurry as it shot my way. Slowly she turned in a lawn sprinkler someone had turned off as each squirt lessened and then stopped. She caught her breath and looked up. 

"I am fucking soaked. Where are we supposed to go?" I asked smiling. 

Without missing a beat, "Do you like tacos?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I saw a Taco Bell on the way in from the freeway. Let's go through the drive through and head home, I mean to your house."

I took the bottom of my shirt and wiped my face. "Well, I can't be seen at the drive through like this. Do you know how drive a stick?"

"Hell yeah!" 

With that she took off to the car and hopped into the driver's seat. Once again I followed her lead and walked to the car. 

"Hurry up OLD MAN! You've made me feel as if I'm starving to death!" 

She drove cautiously at first getting used to the feel of the clutch and its pressure point. But once comfortable she let loose and had fun. We picked up a couple of combos and a bunch of burritos and headed back to my house. Once inside we both hurriedly changed into underwear and t-shirts and sat down to eat at the kitchen table. She was ravenous. I was amazed yet again watching her eat. But I finally asked, "So explain what you meant by 'Now I understand my Mom?'"

She actually stopped eating and looked at me and matter of factly said, "Well she said you were always going somewhere in a hurry and there were so many times she wanted you to fuck her when you guys were teens but you never took notice." And then she went back to eating.

"The fuck I didn't. I noticed her all of the time. I noticed that her ass was so perfect, and you two share that ass, I must say." then I continued, "I noticed the sway of her breasts when she walked, ran, or simply laughed. I was in love with her, but I was afraid to say anything because we were cousins. I stole glances all of the time, mostly to just memorize her face but was always afraid of being caught, and then being labeled the family pervert," I finished bewildered.

"Well, she would have fucked you. When she knew I was heading out this way to see the U and then after drop by unannounced she wanted to get me on the pill, but I was already. So if you are worried about earlier, don't be. Besides, I loved the feeling."

I leaned back in my chair as Tim called. He had the car fixed and I told him to charge it to my account and that we would be there in the morning to pick it up. "Well," I said "We can pick your car up in the morning and get you on your way." I sat quietly for a moment. I didn't want her to leave but let's be honest she was a kid who needed to find herself, and staying here would only be selling herself short. Though it had yet to be 24hrs in her presence I knew there would be a hole in my life once she left.

"Don't be sad Uncle Jimmy," she said, "I'll be back sometimes on the weekend next year to fuck you silly." She had a devilish smile that brightened me up.

"So you're coming to school out here?" I asked.

"Oh fuck yeah. I can study all I want and avoid the boy drama by getting my brain fucked out here when I need it. You don't mind me using you as a fuck toy do you?"

"Use me, abuse me. I'm fine with it," I said as a smile grew on my face.

We slept together both too tired from the day to do anything else but sleep. In the morning we showered and got dressed and had breakfast. She had me make her more french toast, this time diving into four slices. Before we left she grabbed a couple of the leftover burritos and put them in her backpack. I loved watching this near waif of a girl eat and wished I was going with her. We headed to her car where I hugged and kissed her goodbye and watched her go.

On the way home I got a call from a number I did not recognize, but knew the area code.

"Hello," I answered.

"Hi Jimmy, this is Marianne," I smiled, somehow I knew she had talked to her Mother.

"Hi Annie. I've missed your voice."

"And I yours," she said, her voice sounding rather sultry. "I just wanted to say that I am bringing Carol Anne out a few days early. I hope you don't mind if I ask if we can stay with you a few days? Do you? It would really help us out monetarily."

"You, Carol Anne, and Me, all alone? For a few days? Hell no Marianne, I just wish you would have asked sooner. She can sleep in the spare room again, and well, you will sleep in my bed."

"Of course," she sighed, "and Jimmy?"

"Yes?"

"I love morning facials. Bye." 

I smiled as I looked at the phone. The drive home disappeared into the visions of the coming fall.



Late Night Appointment



When Laura Ford-Ramsey removed her coat and handed it to Karen, it was no surprise that underneath she wore only bra and knickers, suspender belt, stockings and high heels. Mrs Ford-Ramsey had been a client at Valentino for more than a year and for most of that time it had been her custom to arrive for her fortnightly beauty treatment semi-undressed. She knew she had no reason to be embarrassed; even as she approached fifty, her body was in a shape that could only be maintained by rigorous diet, regular visits to the gym and considerable wealth. The special services offered by Valentino's salon had begun as an indulgence but had become a compulsion. She could really afford to make her appointment weekly, and she was seriously considering doing so. 

(Valentino was not the name by which the salon's owner had been known in his native Essex, but somewhere not too far back in his ancestry there was the mixed blood that had given him the dark good looks which were as much a part of his success as any mastery of the beauty trade. The name he chose for his salon had originally been little more than a joke, but no longer. Nevertheless, he was permanently surprised at the unexpected rewards he was enjoying in a small town in the west country.)

Karen settled Mrs Ford-Ramsey in the chair, ensuring that the back was sufficiently raised to provide her with a clear view in the large mirror. It was a little after seven and the salon was closed, but Karen checked that all the blinds were drawn before touching the switches which darkened the room except for the lights that created a bright circle around the client. Music played softly in the background. She removed the gown under which she matched her client in all but colour: Mrs Ford Ramsey's underwear was black, Karen's a pale lilac.

(As a trainee hairdresser in London, Valentino had heard stories of well-to-do women, usually in middle age, who requested a home appointment and then made it clear they wanted more than a shampoo and set. Although such opportunities never happened to him, he was more than compensated by the willingness of younger women to offer themselves. Tricia, who was cleverer, more inventive, more subtle and more versatile than the rest, was the one he married.)

"What did you have in mind today?" Karen asked.

"My usual, I think. The first one always relaxes me, doesn't it? And perhaps we'll think again after that." She raised her shoulders for Karen to unclip her bra, then settled back with a luxuriant sigh. Her breasts were not large, which had helped in keeping their shape and firmness. As Karen bent to take a nipple between her lips, Mrs Ford-Ramsey raised a hand to stimulate the other herself.

(Together, Valentino and Tricia set up their own salon in London. His handsome looks and her charm attracted clients who mostly remained faithful. But there were not enough of them to meet the ever-increasing cost of running a small business in the capital. Reluctantly, they sold up and bought a going concern in this west country town where there was undoubtedly scope for progress. The trade-off was in their private life: London had provided opportunities for sexual adventures which seemed likely to be much less readily available in their new surroundings.)

When Karen moved to her client's other nipple, Mrs Ford-Ramsey's self-stimulation continued with a hand inside the waistband of her knickers. Her breathing gave nothing away but the tip of her tongue moistening her lips suggested she was achieving the result she sought. Her eyes turned from the mirror to where Valentino stood just outside the circle of light. "I hope you realise," she said, "what a contribution you make to an otherwise very boring life in this town. Because I know I'm not the only one who thinks that way."

Valentino acknowledged the compliment with a knowing smile.

(They had been in their new premises less than a month when it happened. The clientèle they had inherited was mainly middle-aged, some of them wealthy and with time on their hands while their husbands were away making more money. It was during a first-time, getting-to-know-you appointment, when Tricia was administering a massage in an otherwise empty salon, that the woman said, very quietly, "I have some tension here ... if you could help me." By taking Tricia's hand and placing it gently in her groin, the woman left no doubt about the nature of her request. For the first time, professional and personal instincts coincided: during their London escapades, Tricia had enjoyed other women almost as much as men. Remarkable though she found this sudden development in what she had thought of as the sleepy west country, she had no difficulty in responding.) Laura Ford-Ramsey was slowly coming to the boil. Extracting her hand from between her legs, she took Karen's fingers and kissed them. She said, "I think we should move on, my dear. I'm nearly ready."

"Of course," said Karen. "My fingers or ...?

"I would prefer your tongue."

Karen raised her client's legs and removed the black knickers before lifting and parting the older woman's knees. She knelt between them and gently opened the outer labia with her fingers before applying herself to the already moist and erect clitoris. Mrs Ford-Ramsey sighed in contented anticipation. "Valentino," she said to the figure in the shadows, "I don't know how you find your staff, but I am beginning to believe that Karen is even better than Martine." 

(Despite the first indication that there was a demand for more esoteric services than were provided by the usual beauty salon, Valentino and Tricia had still been surprised at how quickly their business prospered. Coffee mornings, cocktail party gossip, gymnasium changing-room conversations spread the word among a select circle of local women. Then there would be a telephone call to the salon asking to speak to one or other of the proprietors. Could they be fitted in one evening ... it was understood the salon sometimes stayed open late ... the prospective client had been recommended by a friend to ask about the de luxe beauty treatment.)

"Yes, my dear, like that." As Karen's head bobbed faster, sometimes teasing the sensitive bud with merely the lightest touch of her tongue tip, then descending to engorge it between her tensed lips, Mrs Ford-Ramsey began to pant with pleasure. Her hands moved to her breasts, twisting the nipples with a ferocity that suggested the addition of a little pain heightened her arousal. "Faster now. It's nearly ..." Her words dissolving into the orgasmic eruption, she braced herself on her heels so as to push her pelvis against Karen's mouth, while the younger woman grasped her buttocks from below to maintain their intimate connection until the spasms had completely subsided.

(For a while, Tricia had managed to cope with the new appointments herself - sometimes with the participation of Valentino - but it became apparent that they would need assistance. Recruiting took time. They rejected responses to their advertisements from young girls who might be indiscreet, preferring women in their mid-to-late twenties who were already qualified and experienced in the beauty business. Conducting the interviews, Tricia's bisexual experience gave her an instinct for the kind of person she was seeking. Replies to carefully phrased questions told her when she was on the right track. And so she had discovered Martine, a thirty-year-old redhead, and Karen, the twenty-four year old blonde; both had been happy to audition with Tricia. When the salary scale had been agreed, they were also amenable to having Valentino as an observer.)

"When you are ready, I would like to continue." Mrs Ford-Ramsey had wiped the perspiration from her breasts with a towel and was fully recovered from her earlier energetic engagement. "I still have time, Valentino, haven't I?"

"Laura, my dear. You know that you have as much time as you need. Shall we open the drawer?"

"You understand me very well. Yes, please."

Valentino handed a key to Karen who went to a cabinet and removed a tray which she carried to her client for inspection. The woman waved it away. She knew well from previous visits the range of vibrators and dildoes that were displayed, but she had been promised a new treat. "The strap-on," she said, "you have it?"

"We endeavour to keep our promises," said Valentino. "Karen will be pleased to demonstrate, but I think a little lubrication may be required the first time."

(Salon policy had always been not to enquire into a client's personal circumstances. They came for a specific service, paid handsomely and could go away confident that total discretion would prevail. Nevertheless, it was surprising how many women were willing to disclose details of their private lives; it was as though they came to the salon as if to confession, needing to justify their desires. Laura Ford-Ramsey's story was not untypical. Her husband had a number of directorships in the City, keeping him in London during the week. In addition, there were week-end invitations to shooting parties and gold tournaments. She wondered whether he had another companion for his London bed, but the possibility didn't disturb her greatly. He was no great performer when he was at home, she said, but he kept her in a style she wouldn't be able to afford on her own. Happily, the combination of his money, his absences and the availability of Salon Valentino provided for all her needs. And sexually, her needs were great.)

Karen, already topless, stepped out of the pale lilac knickers and adjusted the harness of the strap-on dildo. It was black, some six inches long and - according to the packaging that came with it - of medium/slim girth. Valentino, meanwhile, was letting fall small drops of baby oil on to Mrs Ford-Ramsey's spread vulva, pausing from time to time to massage it into the puffy folds. 

A small groan from Mrs Ford-Ramsey indicated her approval. Her hips picked up the rhythm of his fingers and began to gyrate slowly.

"Careful now," said Valentino. "Unless you want to come again quickly."

"That's exactly what I do want. Now I've started, I can keep going. Please carry on."

She closed her eyes and bit her lip; some kind of internal fantasy may have been fuelling her desires for she suddenly clenched her thighs, trapping Valentino's hand, holding him there until, with a sigh, she released him.

"Number two," she said. "Different, but still good."

(They had learned to cater for the different expectations and the varying sexual capacity of their clients. One quite elderly lady wanted the slowest and most sensual of build-ups, with frequent pauses when she sensed a climax approaching, until she could wait no longer. Her orgasm was silent but clearly deeply experienced and fully satisfying. When it was over, she was ready to leave. Another client asked for dirty talk throughout but her own verbal responses were as genteel as her outward personality. A magnate's wife gradually persuaded them that lying across Valentino's lap while Martine spanked her was the foreplay that prepared her for the ultimate pleasure. No two clients were alike.)

"Now Karen, my dear, let's see what you can do for me. And Valentino - come close, too. I want you to raise the back rest so I can see clearly."

The session was nearing its culmination as the two moved from the shadows to the edge s of the bright circle. Karen, having liberally coated her hands with baby oil, was vigorously transferring the lubricant to the phallus which protruded from her groin. Valentino had opened his gown, unzipped his trousers and was stroking his penis, which was hardening visibly.

He said, "Slowly and carefully at first, Karen." And then to Mrs Ford-Ramsey, "We chose the slimline version for you, Laura. Your muscle tone is excellent and so is your control of grip; it would be a pity to deprive you of your exceptional ability to provide such exquisite pleasure for some future partner just for the sake of a piece of inanimate plastic. This won't stretch you but hopefully, it will give you what you have asked for."

"I'm sure you are right - but can we try. I'm more than ready, as you have already discovered."

On a nod from Valentino, Karen stepped between the woman's legs, carefully raised them until her ankles rested on her shoulders, and then introduced the phallus to the oiled opening that glistened in the lights. "Comfortable?" she asked.

"Yes, keep going."

Centimetre by centimetre, Karen pressed until her pubic mound was firm against Mrs Ford-Ramsey's. Equally slowly, she withdrew. "Again?"

"Yes, I'm fine. You can go quicker."

Gradually, Karen increased the tempo, but took care not to let the dildo hit the uterus hard at the extent of each thrust. The woman responded by setting up a counter-motion with her hips. At the same time she turned her head to one side, reached for Valentino's penis, which was now fully erect, and guided it to her mouth. "Now," she said before taking it in, "both of you. Give it to me. Hard as you like. And Valentino, don't hold back - I want to swallow."

The older woman's lust was infectious. Karen drove the phallus harder and harder, excited by the sounds of flesh on flesh at the end of each stroke, renewed by the sound of the oiled instrument as it withdrew completely before re-entering. Valentino's eyes moved from the receptive vagina to the ripe lips that engorged his penis. Mrs Ford Ramsey's movements became more pronounced, less controlled until suddenly she thrust a hand down to the top of her entrance, unerringly found the clitoris and skilfully brought on the orgasm. Valentino, recognising the climactic moment, abandoned control himself and felt the semen escape in several strong bursts into his client's throat. It was over.

(From the proceeds of their increasingly successful business, Valentino and Tricia had undertaken extensive modifications of the premises, upgrading the electrical installations, improving the sound system and installing showers for clients' use. They also made a point of providing any recuperative work the client might require on her make-up and general appearance before sending them into the night. The thoughtfulness of the complete service built up customer loyalty. The only limit to expanding their client base was the need to restrict themselves to one client each evening.)

With her customary elegant personality back in place, now wearing a fresh set of underwear she had brought in her handbag, Mrs Ford-Ramsey allowed Valentino to help her into her coat. "As always - your service is superb. My only regret is that Tricia was unable to join us. You know how much I enjoyed the evening when you were able to arrange for Tricia as well as Karen to join us."

"I remember it well, and so, I can assure does Tricia. I'll see what we can do next time."

Valentino noted with appreciation that as Karen opened the door for her client a large tip unobtrusively changed hands. Keeping Karen happy was important. Before she left he congratulated the assistant on her performance. "How was the strap-on for you?"

"Interesting. I couldn't get enough friction where it counts to come myself but I was quite turned-on by it. Maybe next time."

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Alone in the salon, Valentino locked up, went through into the store area at the rear, unlocked a door in the corner and climbed the stairs to a room above.

"Well, that was quite a performance - I'm really sorry I couldn't join in, but I'm sure you'll enjoy watching it again. She really gives everything, our Laura, doesn't she?"

The speaker was Tricia who was seated in front of a row of television monitors, one of which was spooling rapidly.

"How were the new camera positions?"

"Much better. Now we've raised the one behind the two-way mirror I was getting very good early shots and then once Karen moved in I could still see quite well over her shoulder. And towards the end I zoomed in on her face for some excellent close-ups when she came."

"And the overhead?"

"Brilliant. Disguising it inside the sprinkler head was the answer. But what about the motor noise when I was panning and zooming with the remote?"

"You couldn't hear a thing - the music was loud enough to conceal it."

"Well done," said Tricia. "I'll edit in the morning, but do you want to see some now?"

"What you mean," said Valentino, "is that you got very worked up watching but didn't get off, and you wouldn't mind if I did something about it."

"Absolutely right."

"In that case, roll the tape on the main from the beginning, and then bend over the desk."

As Tricia took up position the first image of Laura Ford-Ramsey in her underwear appeared on the screen, Valentino lifted his wife's skirt, lowered her knickers, unzipped and readied himself. It was less than half-an-hour since he had emptied himself into his client's mouth but he was confident that Tricia, with her unique expertise, would have no difficulty in ensuring a repeat.



Late Night Arrival



It was late, and Fred was working in his shop, attached to the garage. As his wife, Leann, was out with some of the girls at work, he hadn't paid much attention to the time. When he heard a car pull up in the driveway, he looked over at the clock on his workbench, surprised to see that it was 3:15 AM! Instinctively, he flipped off the light switch, and peered out the window.

Getting out of a dark car was Leann, and it was clear from her movements that she'd been drinking. It was hard to see too much in the dark, but he thought he heard a man's voice talking to her.

"Thanks for a good time," she said, opening the door again to get the strap of her purse that had been caught in the door when she closed it the first time. It was hard to make out in the darkness what she was wearing, but it was dark and very low-cut. She was wearing something with a strap, because when she got out of the car, she pulled the strap up. Whoever she was talking to had a great view of her large breasts.

"What?" she asked, to a question he couldn't make out (but he was sure it was a man's voice). "No, he's asleep. Everything's fine. Okay. See you tomorrow."

"Hmm," he thought. He wanted to find out what she was doing, and if she'd tell him what she was up to. As she continued to talk to whoever was in the car, he made his way back into the house to wait for her in their room.

When he got to their room, he flicked off the lights, climbing into bed, wearing just his boxer shorts. The only light on was one in the hallway outside, but it was enough to get a good look at her when she stumbled into the room. She was a sight to behold. She was wearing a very short black skirt, a low-cut top, with spaghetti straps, and extremely high heels. When she walked into the room, it was clear that she had been drinking. She was trying to be quiet, so as not to wake him, but doing a pretty lousy job of it.

He stirred in the bed, pretending to be waking up when she sat beside him on the bed. "Hi, honey," he offered in a low, sleepy-sounding voice.

She started in response, not expecting him to wake up. She was combing out her hair, and was a beautiful silhouette in the trace lighting in the room. He leaned up, running my hands along her slender arms, as she sighed.

"Sorry to wake you up," she replied. "I guess I just had a little too much..."

He half-laughed at the comment, running his hands down to her blouse, surprised to find that she wasn't wearing a bra. She sighed again at the touch of his hands, but he was curious. "Where have you been tonight, honey?" he asked. She leaned her head back, as he continued to run his hands across her full breasts.

"Oh, you know," she responded, leaning back towards him. "I was just out with the girls."

"Yeah, I know," he replied, removing his hands from her breasts, but moving down her stomach, and along her hips. She exhaled, obviously pleased with the sensation. "I'm just not used to seeing you dress like this. Is this what you wore to work?"

"No," she replied, placing her hand on his. "I changed before we went out." She turned around, facing him on the bed, as his hand landed on her upper thigh. "What's with all the questions?"

"I'm just curious, honey," he replied, taking her in completely now. Her nipples strained against the fabric, and she had to pull up the spaghetti straps to make sure that they wouldn't cause her top to fall loose, although it barely covered her full breasts as it was. Her hair was something of a mess in the back, and her make-up was smeared around her lips. It made him wonder what she'd been using her lips for tonight. It was then that he noticed small marks along her neck and onto her cleavage, causing him to feel a need to learn more, while his chest tightened in anticipation. He looked closer, and she moved her hand up to her neck, her arm blocking his view of her cleavage for a moment.

"Oh, honey," she said sleepily. "It's so late, baby. I'm worn out."

"You look like you had a long day," he offered, rubbing his fingers along her arm, trying to shove it away from her breasts. "Did you have some fun?"

Her eyes seemed to light up at that, as she recalled events from earlier in the evening. "Oh yes," she sighed, a smile crossing her beautiful face as she reflects on events from the night. "I sure did. Maybe too much." She stopped herself, realizing that maybe she said the wrong thing.

"What do you mean, honey?" he asked, running his hand along her thigh. She sighed again, as her leg twitched slightly to the warm touch of his fingers, which moved upward slowly.

"Oh, nothing," she responded hesitantly. "I'm just pretty tired, and I guess I'm talking out of my head."

"You look like you did some dancing?" he asked, deciding to try another approach.

"Yes," she said with a smile. He knew how much she enjoyed dancing, and she was dressed so sexily that her admission was enough to make his mind wander...thinking of how she must have looked bouncing around in a top that couldn't keep her breasts in place...or how she must have felt on close dances. "I sure did." He continued to move his hand up closer to her crotch. She suddenly became pale, and placed her hand on his, stopping any further advance. "Uh...not tonight, honey. I'm tired."

"That must have been some sight," he remarked, moving his hand back up her belly, moving upward, "you moving around in that sexy outfit." She smiled, recalling how sexy she felt in her clothes, and the compliments she received from the dance floor. "Who did you dance with?" She smiled at the compliment, despite herself. She knew how good she looked.

"I don't know," she replied, leaning her head back as he cupped her breasts, moving his hands around them, and paying special attention to her stiff niples, which were poking through her very thin, braless top. "I'm not sure of their names. I guess it didn't really matter." She sighed out loud, obviously enjoying the attention on her breasts. "Except..."

"Except what, babe?" he asked, kissing her along the back of her neck as he continued the attention to her breasts.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "Nothing. Just that one of the guys from work was with me. The rest of them I didn't know." She had her eyes closed, as she remembered something. "That reminds me," she added, "can you give me a lift to work tomorrow? I...left my car there. Didn't want to drive if I had too much to drink."

"Sure, babe," he responded, learning more, but wanting to learn still more. Her spaghetti straps slipped over her shoulders, and his fingers started to rub against her bare breasts, which caused her to moan softly, and start to breathe heavily. "Sounds like an interesting night," he said. "Want to tell me about it? After all, you came home pretty late."

She turned around, pressing her breasts against his chest, as she kissed him passionately, pressing her full, red lips against his, and snaking her tongue deep into his mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned. "Let's talk about that later." She was clearly horny, but hiding something, and he wanted to know what.

"Glad you changed your mind, baby," he said through the heated kisses. She ran her hands along his back, raking her nails against his upper back, as she leaned forward, sitting on his lap. For his part, he ran one hand down her back towards her ass, while the other hand carressed her breasts, which drew moans from her.

"Mmm, baby," she responded, as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. She smiled, noting the response of his growing erection pressing against her upper thighs. She could feel the wetness flooding her pussy, even as cool air invaded her skirt. She reached down, unbuttoning his boxers, as his cock sprung out, reaching into her skirt.

Fred lowered his head, as she leaned forward. He sucked one of her breats into his mouth, his tongue twirling around the nipple. Then, he moved across to the other breast, as she sighed loudly, enjoying the attention her breasts were getting tonight. As he enjoys her breasts, his hands reach down, cupping her ass through her thin skirt. He then flips the back of her skirt up, reaching onto her bare ass. His hands stop at that moment, growing stiff as he realizes that she is not wearing panties.

"What?!" he exclaimed, pulling his mouth away from her breasts slightly, but his voice is still muffled. "Where are your panties?"

LeAnn is still caught up in her own desire. Without thinking, she responds: "I don't know. I must have forgot them."

"Forgot them?" he asks urgently, his hands still on her bare ass, and his face still pressed against her large breasts. "Where?"

"Oh, baby," she offers, stroking his cock with her talented fingers. "Let's talk about it later, okay?" She continues to stroke his cock, as she pushes her large, tempting breasts against his face. "You don't want to hear about it, and besides...this is more important."

"I need to know," he replies, the temptation too strong, as his tongue snakes out across her nipple, licking it. She moans loudly, leaning into his mouth, as he sucks on her nipple, causing her to moan louder. "What happened tonight?"

"Mmmm," she moans. "I love that." She runs her hand down his throbbing cock, smiling. "And you do too." He sighs, despite himself, enjoying the feeling of her hand on his cock...too much. He has to know what she did, but her body and the sensations are getting too strong to resist.

She slides down his body until she is kneeling before him on the floor, as he continues to sit on the bed. She has kept her hand on his hard cock, and now looks back at him, a smile on her face. "I love this," she says seductively, as her tongue reaches out, swirling around the head of his cock, as he sighs, closing his eyes for the moment and enjoying the sensation. She then leans forward, her breasts against his leg, as she swallows the head of his cock into her mouth, while her tongue plays with the tip. "I love to suck cock, baby. I can't get enough of it."

Fred leans his head back, as he enjoys the sensation. "You're damn good at it."

"So I hear," she responds softly, under her breath. She reaches down his shaft, holding it in her hand, as she slides her mouth up and down on his hard cock, lubricating it with her saliva. Keeping his cock in her mouth, she puts first one leg on the bed, then the other, and kneels, with her ass facing Fred, who is leaning back and enjoying the sensation. When he opens his eyes, she sees her beautiful ass, and her wet pussy, staring back at him invitingly. It is dark, but her pussy is dripping with her juices. He's never seen her so hot as she is tonight, and he is having trouble focusing on his questions, his need to learn what she did tonight...and what he should do about it. As she continues to suck his cock, he feels the pressure start to build. He leans forward, kissing her ass, and around her shaved pussy. She moans onto his cock, loving the sensation.

"Baby," he asks, incredibly turned on to what she is doing to him, as he continues to kiss and lick her cheeks, down past her crack and all around the entrance to her pussy. She shivers in anticipation, moving her hips toward his face, urging him to lick her pussy. "I need to know...about the panties..."

"Mmmmmm," she moans, as she licks around the tip of his cock. Her lipstick becomes more smeared...again. "Baby, I...." she starts, but then stuffs his cock into her mouth again, not wanting to say too much. "I'm so...let's just talk about that later," she urges, grinding her pussy into his hungry mouth, as he laps his tongue around her clitoris, and weaves through her pussy lips, drawing intense moans from her, as his cock momentarily pops out of her mouth, saliva trailing along her full red lips.

"You're really horny tonight, aren't you?" he asks, as he slips three fingers into her pussy. They slide into her well-lubricated pussy easily. He flicks his tongue across her clitoris again, and licks around her pussy lips, causing involuntary shivers across her body.

"Oh yes!" she moans, licking along the shaft of his cock. "I've been horny all night."

"Hmm," he says, as she takes his cock into her mouth again. He closes his eyes, taking in the sensation for a moment. He licks her pussy lips again, tasting her juices, even as he continues to pump his three fingers deeper into her pussy. "How about when you were dancing tonight?"

She holds onto his cock for a moment, overcome by what he is doing to her, as her juices flow onto his lips and tongue. "Yes, baby...very horny," she responds. "I couldn't help it."

"Oh really?" he asks, continuing to lick at her pussy, making her body shiver, as an orgasm shoots through her. "Tell me about it."

She turns around, climbing over her husband, and impaling herself on his hard cock. He sighs at the sensation of her hot, wet cunt on his hard cock. Although they have been married for a number of years, the sensation of entering her cunt is still overwhelming.

"I need you inside me," she said, her voice filled with desperation, as she looked into his eyes. "My body needs it. I can't get enough tonight."

He looks up at her, surprised by what she has said, even as she grinds herself against his body, swooping up and down like a snake, even as her pussy devours his eager cock. She moans at the sensation, and he enjoys what she is doing, having never seen her use her body this way before.

"So I noticed," he responds, as he reaches around, holding onto her ass cheeks, helping her rock back and forth on his cock. "You must have really gotten turned on earlier, huh?"

"Oh yes," she replies with a moan. He looks up, seeing that her eyes are closed. "I had a good time tonight."

"Dancing?" he asks, moving his hips and impaling her further. She gasps for a moment, then returns to her movements.

"Uh-huh," she responds.

"Did anyone try to take advantage of you?" he asks. "When you were dancing, did you have to fight them off?"

"Not all of them," she responds, her eyes still closed. She leans forward, reaching down to massage his balls, as she continues to grind her hips into his, taking his length into her pussy. She is enjoying the sensation.

"What did they do?" he asks, sighing at what she is doing to his balls. He reaches across, massaging her clitoris, which makes her moan louder.

"Oh, baby," she moans. "Maybe I shouldn't have danced with so many tonight. It got harder to fight them off."

'Does that mean you didn't?" he asks, trying to stay focused, but feeling his intensity level increase by her movements and her hands on his balls.

"Baby, I tried...really," she says, throwing her head back, as she rides him harder. "I just got so turned on at the attention after a while. The hands on my ass, my breasts, the feel of their cocks against my ass. It just drove me wild."

"How wild?" he asked, his head buried in her large breasts, which are swaying back and forth. He feels a tightness in his chest, as he licks her hard nipples into his hungry mouth. He doesn't know how far he wants to take this, but he simply must know the truth.

"Just some teasing at first, baby," she assures him, even as she moves faster on his hard cock. "Just some grinding and some copped feels...you know, the usual stuff."

No, he didn't know. He didn't ever think of his wife behaving this way in front of other men, or letting them take advantage of her beautiful body. She was making this seem so matter-of-fact that he was surprised. 

"Okay," he said, suddenly realizing the dryness of his throat, even as he stares at her breasts, noticing a series of hickies and bite marks protruding from them. "So, you didn't do anything else?"

"Uh, well..." she starts, turned on by the whole experience and not giving much thought to her words. 

"Well?" he asked, licking her breasts and sucking on her nipples, which causes her to moan with pleasure.

"I pretty much behaved myself," she offered. "At least until Ron grabbed me from behind."

"Ron...from work?" he asked, as he continued the attention to her breasts. She increased her movements on his cock, incredibly turned on.

"Yeah, baby," she replied. "It was just the heat of the moment, baby. I'd been getting so many compliments at work because of my top...and skirt."

"I thought you said you didn't wear that to work?" he asked, as her breasts bounce enticingly in front of his lips.

"Sorry," she responded, putting up her fingers into a a small "c". "Just a little white lie, baby."

As he licked on her breasts, his tongue roled around each of her nipples. "So, what kinds of things were you hearing at work?" he asked, deciding to do what he can to find out more.

"Oh, baby," she responded, grinding her pussy against his cock, as she starts to moan. "It was hot. It just gets me hot thinking about it. They loved my tits, baby, and there were some 'accidential' rubs against my ass."

"I can see how that would get you worked up, babe," he responded, as he sucked one breast into her mouth, sucking hard against her nipple, as she moans and breathes heavily. "So, what about this guy from work?"

"Well," she said, as she leaned back, forcing his cock deeper into her vagina, as she moaned with pleasure, "he came up behind me. I didn't see him at first. He had his hands on my hips and started dancing close to me, from behind. He started whispering to me how good I looked, and how good I felt. He did too."

"Did what, babe?" he asked, as he leaned up, reaching for her bouncing tits, grabbing and squeezing them, and sending his fingers along her nipples, even as she let out loud moans.

"He felt good," she said, closing her eyes, as she remembered the events of earlier. "He ground himself into my ass, and it felt...oh, baby, I should stop now. Let's talk about this later."

He grabbed her ass, as he pushed into her, grounding his cock into her wet pussy, even as he pushes back, flipping her over. She lands on her ass on the bed, but he is still deep inside of her. She looks surprised for a moment, but then smiles. "I can't believe what I'm hearing," he says, positioning himself between her legs, which quickly go up around his back.

"Oh, baby," she moans, as he starts pounding into her again. "I was so bad...I'm sorry. As we kept dancing, his hands were all over me, rubbing my ass, and into my panties. Baby, I was so turned on, I couldn't stop him." As her husband increases his momentum, she erupts into another orgasm, digging her fingernails into his back, as she moans and screams in passion.

Although he can't believe what he is hearing, he continues to fuck her faster and faster, as he can feel his own climax coming. He then pulls out, turning her over, and pushing her head into the soft cushions of the bed. He immediately slides his cock in between her ass checks, impaling her pussy from behind, as he starts to vigorously fuck her doggie style. She starts to pant and moan again, feeling herself starting to climax once again. But she still has a while, and she is enjoying what her husband is doing to her.

"Baby," she says through pants, as she gasps for air, feeling her husband continuing to pound into her with increasing fury, as she unravels her sordid tale. "I was so naughty tonight. I couldn't stop myself, baby...or him. He took me outside. We didn't even get back to his car before he had his cock in me. Baby, we were so hot that he bent me over the hood of the car and entered me. I'm sorry, baby, but I was too turned on to stop him."

"Slut!" he exclaimed, even as he slammed into her harder and faster. She nodded her head, as her breasts continued to bounce. 

"That's right, baby," she agreed, his words even turning her on further, as they both near their climax. "I was a slut tonight. I'm sorry baby."

They can hold out no longer, and both explode in a mind-numbing orgasm, as he shoots his cum deep into her hungry pussy. She contracts her pussy around his cock, sucking it all in, as he starts to slow down.




Late Night Arrival



Spent, he falls to the bed beside her. She rolls over, running her hands along his chest, as she kisses him on the chest, which is beating rapidly, and along the lips.

"That was so hot," she offers, as they lie down together, his arm around her, as she snuggles with him. "But next time, you pick the game." 



Late Night at 1-800-HELP-SM1



Work is getting very, boring. I am so tired of sitting there day after day listening to stupid people bitch at me about all the things that went wrong with their day. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. I work at a Help line Call Center. Sad souls call in every day, constantly, just to whine about how much their bills are, or how bad their kids are, or how the car broke down and they had to walk 2 blocks. Or, in some RARE cases, how something really is wrong and they really do need someone to help them feel better about it. Either way, it is boring once the calls stop coming in and all you do is sit and wait for the clock to say it's time to go.

It was Friday night, about 8:30p.m. and everyone else had left earlier than scheduled. I was closing with Brandon, one of the few guys that worked at the Help Center. Brandon doesn't know it, but I had a slight crush on him. He is pretty cute, and funny, and just the right amount of dork. He's got that laid back thing going for him. He sat a couple rows away from me, so he couldn't see me as I sat there, thinking about him and gently rubbing at my nipples through my shirt. I couldn't concentrate on 'Bob' my current phone call. He was talking about something totally off the wall and he was hard to understand, I think he was on drugs. Maybe that's why he is having problems with his job and his wife and his car payments. Hmm. Brandon's voice sounds so sexy. I felt myself getting a little bit wet at the thoughts I was having of him...and what he was doing to me in them. The clock was moving a little bit faster now, it was about 8:55, and I got 'Bob' to start wrapping it up, telling him I'll call tomorrow to check back on him and make sure he's doing okay, and see if there was any thing else I could do to help. He seemed to like that. I heard Brandon tell his person that he was going to do the same, and we got off the phones. As I was turning off my computer and straightening my desk, I heard him walking towards me. I turned to look at him and smiled. 

"Hey you," I said to him, looking him in the eyes and smiling. 

"Ready to get this place cleaned up and ready for Monday?" he asked me.

"Sure thing, lets get the conference room first! I heard they had some sort of meeting today, and left us some food." 

"Sound's good to me, I didn't take a lunch today." He said, and we started off towards the conference room. 

I looked at him as he walked, watching the way his body moved. It was gorgeous.

We finally reached the conference room, and I told him to sit down, that I was going to prepare our meal. 

"What do you like Brandon? It looks like there's a lot of fruit here, and some Caesar salad, and hmm...spaghetti!" 

"Well I guess that's what I'll be having then." He said. 

I brought him a big plate of spaghetti, and some salad with a piece of French bread. I took some fruit and a salad. I would eat spaghetti later if I still felt hungry. 

"Do you like it? I think it's from Italian Cafeteria. They have good food. Maybe you and I could go sometime," I said to him, looking for any hint that he was interested in me.

"I love it, I love anything Italian. Italian food, Italian music, Italian women," he replied, looking at me and smiling. 

I'm Italian. Does this mean he may like me? Maybe I should try and seduce him and see what happens. Right. Me. Seduce him. Ha ha ha. 

"I love Italian food too, I am Italian so it's in my genes." I said to him. 

"Ha ha ha!" he laughed, "I wouldn't mind being in your jeans." 

My mouth dropped open, and I looked at him. 

"Are you kidding me? You want to be in me?! Oh my god! I just said that out loud, didn't I?" 

"No, I'm not kidding you, and yes, I do want to be in you. I've been thinking about it all night. And this spaghetti got me to thinking about how beautiful Italian girls really are. You in particular." 

"Brandon, don't think bad of me, but I think you're sexy as hell. And I would love to have you inside of me." 

It was then that he stood up, and came over to me and kissed me. I reached up and around his neck, and stood up so my body was pressing against his. I could feel his chest rise and fall against mine. I felt my nipples harden with each of his soft, gentle kisses. His hands moved down my sides, to my waist. Then his kisses moved too. First to my neck, where he slowly kissed my skin, softly nibbling and sucking at my neck, pulling my skin into his warm mouth. I moaned into his ear. Wow. 

I lifted off his light blue tee-shirt. I let my hands glide over his smooth skin, his stomach, and his chest, until I got to his shoulders. I couldn't help but kiss him there. His collar bones, and his shoulders just looked so sexy. I let my tongue slide over his collarbone and up to his earlobe, taking it into my mouth and sucking on it as he expertly unfastened my bra. His cool hands were on my breasts then, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers. Involuntarily I arched my back, pressing my breasts into his hands even more. He lifted off my shirt and took my bra the rest of the way off, letting them both fall to the floor. I reached for his pants, and began to take them down. As I was doing this, his mouth was on my nipple, sucking it and biting it. I grabbed a hold of his cock. I wrapped my fingers around it and felt it's heavy weight in my hand. I had Brandon's cock in my hand. His beautiful, smooth, cock was there in my hand. It was all mine to do whatever I wanted with it. 

"I want you to bend me over this table and shove that cock of yours inside me Brandon." I said to him, looking him straight in the eye. 

He undid my jeans, pushing them off of me as he turned me around, pushing me down against the table. I felt his power then, and I loved it. I loved how he took charge and started rubbing my pussy from behind, making sure I was wet enough to take him. He slid a couple fingers inside me, and began to finger fuck me. I was bucking back against his hand, moaning loudly all the while. I turned back and smiled at him. 

"I'm ready for you baby," I said. 

"I hope you're ready because you're going to get the fucking of a lifetime Shay." 

"I am so ready! Fuck me Brandon!" 

He slid his cock in easily. I could feel my pussy stretching to fit around it. I loved the way he felt inside me, pushing into my body, filling me...with him. I leaned back, and he grabbed my breasts again, pinching my nipples as he thrust into me. He was biting my neck and it felt wonderful. My whole body would tingle each time his teeth hit my skin. I loved the pain he was giving me. And I loved the pleasure even more. 

"Oh Brandon...Mmm." 

"Shay, you feel so good, so hot, so tight" he moaned into my ear. 

"Don't stop!" I moaned. 

He pushed me back so my face was down again and he grabbed onto my ass, holding me still as he began to pound his cock into me. I bit on my arm, hard. It was all I could do to keep myself from crying out in orgasm so soon. I didn't want it to end. His body was banging up against me. I felt his balls hitting me from the back. His fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he rammed it in me. I felt him lift a hand and wondered what he was going to do. Mmm...I hope he spanks me. Smack! There it was, the spanking that took us over the edge. I screamed out when he hit me, pushing back against his cock hard. 

"OH YEAH!" I screamed. 

"I'm going to cum Shay. I'm going to cum now." 

"Fill me with it Brandon, I want your hot cum inside me. Fill me up. Please!" I begged him to cum inside me. 

He thrust in again, this time harder than any before, and I felt him cum. I felt his hot juice streaming deep inside me, filling me with it. I came then. I felt my juice cover his cock, then the back of my legs as it dripped out of me. He took his cock out of me then, and plopped down into the waiting office chair behind him. I grabbed a towel from under the sink in the conference room, and wiped him off a little, then sat down on his lap. 

"That was great Brandon. Thank you for a great Friday night." I said as I kissed him passionately on the mouth. 

"I agree Shay. I had a wonderful time. We should do this again." He said and smiled at me, kissing me on my chin. 

I giggled and said "Ready to go again, so soon?!"



Late Night at PC



I don't have an editor yet, if anyone is willing to look at my stuff prior to submission I would appreciate it. I am not very good at editing my own work. 

*****

I see you sitting there at your computer, your back to me. I wonder what it is you are working on at this time of night and why you have your headphones on. I approach, staying silent on the deep carpeting. You do not hear me; you seem so engrossed with what is on the screen.

Looking over your shoulder I am a little surprised to see the video you are watching. It appears you are watching a video of a couple of lesbians. There is a woman lying on her back with another between her legs. The quality looks homemade. I think I recognize the woman on her back.

You still fail to realize I am behind you, or you know I am there and are pretending that I am not; either way your focus is on the screen. I realize then, that I do recognize the woman; it is your friend Lisa. You two have known each other for years. Looking down to the woman between her legs, I realize she looks familiar was well. She glances to the camera just then and it is your other from Brooke. She says something to the camera, but with the headphones on, I don't know what it is.

I am getting more and more excited as I watch the silent action on the screen. I look down and see your nipples are hard and pushing into your tank top. I reach around and cup your breasts in my hands. Your reaction proves you knew I was there. With a sigh you push your tits into my hands. I begin to squeeze and rub them through your top, pinching your nipples. Twisting, pulling, messaging your nipples like you enjoy. I move my hand up to your shoulders and slide them under the straps of your tank top. I push them down and pull you tank top down off your beautiful breasts.

You push the spacebar on the keyboard, lean back, and spin the chair around. I waste no time, I bend over and take one of your nipples in my mouth. You start to moan almost immediately. You arch your back, pushing you nipple into my mouth. I reach over and start to play with your other breast.

I don't get much time as I feel your hands on the top of my head, pushing me down. I sink to my knees in front of you, my mouth running down your stomach to your sweatpants covered sex. Now I know you were turned on before my arrival. Your pussy is soaking the crotch of your pants and your scent is nearly overwhelming. Reaching up, I grasp the hem of your pants and pull. You raise your ass off the chair so I can slide your pants off, sitting back down you position your pussy right on the edge. It is at just the right level for me to dive in. Before I can do much, however, you grab my head and force it into your sex. My face is covered instantly in your juices. I reach up with one hand and spread your pussy open, giving me access to your clit. With the other, I reach up and insert two fingers into your cunt. You are so wet; they slide in with no resistance.

In only a few minutes you are cumming, hard. You grab my head and pull me tight to your sex. You start moaning and screaming over and over again. As you cum, you squirt all over my face. I pull my fingers out of you as I start to clean up your cum with my tongue. You hardly give me a chance. I feel you pulling my up by head, until I am looking you in the eyes. You lean forward and clean your cum off my face. I am a little taken back as you have never done this before, but it turns me on as well. While you are licking my face, your hands are busy undoing my belt and pulling my pants off. I step out of them as you start to pull me forward by my cock.

You pull my cock to the entrance to your sex.

"Fuck me." You say. It is the first coherent thing you have said since I arrived. Who am I to argue? I slam my cock deep in your pussy so hard it pushes the chair backwards and we nearly fall over. I backup, my cock coming out of you. You get out of the chair and lay on the floor; legs wide open, holding your pussy open for me. I drop between your legs and again, bottom my cock out in one thrust. I can't remember the last time you were this wet this fast.

You wrap your legs around my back and pull me into you. I pound harder and harder. Shortly you announce you are cumming again. I can feel your pussy spasm around my cock, pulling me deeper. I can't take it, I push as deep as I can go and start to cum. I fill your pussy with my seed. This seems to prolong your own orgasm. You run your nails along my back, drawing blood in spots while you howl in pleasure.

Spent, I roll off of you. We lay there, quietly at first. I roll to my side and ask about the movie. I wonder why they sent you the movie. You tell me they did not send it to you. I question what you mean by that. You tell me it may be better for me to watch instead of you telling me. We sit back in the chair, you in my lap, both of us with no clothes on.

You start the movie again. Brooke is talking to the camera. The video shakes and the angle changes. A third person walks into the screen, she bends down and takes Brookes place between Lisa's legs. She looks at the camera. You reach over and pause the movie as I realize I am looking directly at you on screen. 

I ask what this is and you explain that Brooke and Lisa have had an ongoing thing for a while now. You stopped by unannounced and learned about it. Instead of walking out, they convinced you to join in. You loved it. You knew I would come to check on you, so you started watching the video you made in the hopes of me asking about it. Apparently, both of them think I am attractive and want me and you to join the two of them on a regular basis.

Who am I to refuse?



Late Night At The Beach



It was the sexiest, most erotic phone conversation I had ever had in my life. The man on the other end was causing me to shiver and shake with excitement at the things he was saying to me.

I was laying on the bed wearing my little black nightie with tiny thin shoulder straps and nothing underneath, I don't like to wear underwear much and never wear any at night. It was ten o'clock in the evening and nobody was about.

Outside the rain was pouring down in tune with my own womanly juices. He was telling me how much he enjoyed looking at me when I was at work. He thought my mouth was sexy and I wondered how he would like it wrapped around his engorged cock.

The conversation slowly escalated to him telling me what he wanted to do to me. I could not believe that this was the same man who was so "nice" to me at work. I could never have imagined he would say things like "cock" or "ass." It was fucking unbelievable.

I loved the way he lowered his voice when he was talking dirty. It became husky and breathless and made my heart thump so hard, I felt it would explode.

Of course, when I let him know where I REALLY wanted his cock, he was a little surprised, but then he wanted to hear me say it out loud...

"Say it. Let me hear you say you want my cock up your ass," he commanded with authority.

"I want your cock up my ass," I said quietly.

"I didn't hear that. Say it again," he said.

"I want you to FUCK me up the ASS with your COCK," I said louder and clearer.

"That's good. I'd like to do that," he replied in that husky, sexy voice.

I was getting sleepy as the conversation had gone on for hours. We had covered many things in those hours, more than some would cover in a life time. It was sometime early in the morning now and I was drifting off to sleep.

The last thing I remembered was him telling me to meet him the next night at the beach, wearing nothing but a swim suit....

AT THE BEACH

It was full moon and the night was mild and peaceful. A gentle breeze caressed my heated skin like a skilled lover's hand. The light from the moon reflected off the dark, smooth surface of the water.

Then I saw him and shivered, despite the warmth. He was out in the water, sitting on his surf-board wearing shorts and no top. His bare, surfer's chest shone in the moonlight and I could only stare in admiration at the glorious sight.

He saw me at the same time, as I slowly walked down to the water, wearing my black swim suit with the high-cut brief, which showed off the lower half of my ass.

I wondered how I looked to him with my tits framed by the thin black straps of my suit. The push-up effect of the slight support in the top part of the suit would be creating a gentle swell, like the ocean.

He was staring. Good, he seemed as mesmerised as I was. Our gazes clashed and passion was reflected in one another's eyes, heating my body from the inside out, till I could feel my cheeks flush with color.  

Walking through the cool water to meet him, I felt my nipples hardening to points that pushed against the material, almost painful with the need to escape their restraint. He walked towards me and his eyes dropped to my chest, looking at my obvious arousal. 

"I'm glad you came," I said shyly, when I got close enough for him to hear me. 

He dragged his eyes away from my chest and looked at my mouth, saying:

"I almost did when I first saw you in this swim suit."

This response surprised me and I smiled as he leaned over to kiss me. His hot mouth pressed against mine, gently at first. Then his kiss became more demanding as he explored my mouth with his strong tongue, pushing mine around. He sucked my tongue and didn't let it go until he wanted to.

"So you like to be dominated huh?" He asked with a sudden serious tone to his voice.

"Yes," I replied breathlessly, still shaken from his kiss.

"Turn around," he commanded.

I did as he said, without question.

He groaned when he saw the back of my suit and then said:

"Follow me further into the water."

I followed willingly behind him as he held onto my hand in a firm, re-assuring grasp.

When we were both waist deep in the water, he helped me to sit on the surf board with him. Then we sat facing one another, our legs dangling either side of the board into the water. I should have been worried about sharks but felt more fearful of him and what was going to happen next.

He reached out to me and pulled down first the left shoulder strap and then the right, making my suit fall away, exposing my breasts that sat up plump and proud for his inspection.

"They're perfect," he stated, in a quiet voice.

"I always wondered what they would look like and to see them out here, at night, like this...Fuck Me! You have no idea how beautiful you look tonight." He said roughly.

"Tell me," I said quietly.

"Your dark hair framing your gorgeous face. Those sexy lips on your adorable mouth and that look in your eyes...Your body and your tits open and on display just for me. I feel like the luckiest man alive. Thank You."

His reply left me breathless and moved beyond belief. There are just some moments in life that stop time from moving. When one moment feels like eternity and you know you will remember it forever. This was one of those moments.

My feelings and emotions were obvious as he looked into my eyes and we leaned forwards for another passionate kiss. This time our arms wrapped around each other and our hands explored skin.

I loved the muscles that ran up his back from his narrow waist, to his broad, strong shoulders. I felt each ridge with excitement and anticipation. He felt so hard that I thought of nothing but his back and chest...more perfect than any sculpture I had ever seen.

Then he began to touch my nipples very gently, as if fascinated by them. So deep was his concentration, that I could only watch, as his face grew more and more focused. He looked up and smiled at me, apologizing for only giving his attention to my tits. I let him know that it was fine but now I was focused on the obvious bulge in his shorts.

"Can I see you please?" I asked shyly.

He immediately reached down and released his cock from the confinement of his shorts.

I let all my breath out with a moan as his fully erect member sprang up to wink at me, with pre-cum glistening in it's eye.

Being the hot-blooded woman that I am, looking was not enough for me. I reached out to touch him and wrapped my hand firmly around his shaft. I gave a slight squeeze and his cock jerked in my hand. This excited me more and I moved my hand up and down, just pulling his circumcised skin till his cock head turned a dark shade of purple.

Thank heavens for moonlight because I like to look. In this light he looked amazing and scary all at once. As he grew in excitement, so did the pressure of his fingers on my nipples. I gasped and he worried that he was hurting me. I assured him that he wasn't and that I liked having my nipples pulled, pinched and twisted, using a lot of force.

He couldn't believe this admission so he gently, then firmly tested how far he could go before he hurt me too much. I only nodded, closed my eyes and said:

"More. Yes, more. Give me MORE."

He pulled, pinched and twisted my nipples as I gasped with pleasure and urged him on, while still holding onto his cock and pulling it with slightly more force than before.

"Now I want you to pinch your own nipples while I look," he said.

I did as he asked, no, commanded.

"That's it...play with your nipples while I stroke my cock," he said as he stroked his cock and watched my hands and fingers intently as they played and pulled at my nipples.

He watched me and I watched him and we were in heaven. That was the second time my world stopped still...

Then he saw my tongue flick out of my mouth and lick at my lips a few times. That, combined with the pleading look in my eyes, told him all he needed to know.

"Do you want to suck my cock?" He asked

I nodded my head up and down and he let go of his manhood for me. His hands were now on his strong, muscular thighs as I bent forward to wrap my mouth around the purple head of his long, lovely lifeline.

He held my hair up out of the way as I gently began tracing a line with my tongue around the ridges and veins of his pulsing cock. Then I sucked his entire length inside my greedy mouth till my lips hit the hair at the base and my chin rested on his balls, which I held cupped in my left hand.

He seemed to enjoy this because he groaned and lifted his hips up to meet my mouth with rapid, rocking movements. This allowed me to stroke his firm balls easier. I kept him deep in my throat while the tip of my tongue flicked around the ridges of his mushroom head.

He got really excited and started thrusting deeper in and out of my mouth saying, in between labored breaths:

"Do you want me to fuck your mouth?" 

This made me so wet that I knew my pussy would be dripping by now. I love it when a man talks dirty during sex and the sound of his excited, husky voice, urgent with need, drove me wild with desire.

He knew I loved what he was doing to me so his thrusts drove his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth till I could hardly breathe. My hands were on his ass, pulling him towards me when suddenly he stopped.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and read the look of surprise and disappointment on my face. 

"You are lovely and have such a beautiful face but I think it would be even more fucking unreal to see some of my cum on it." He said, looking into my questioning eyes.

He had mentioned this during the phone conversation and I remember thinking it was a bit odd. But now I found that I wanted it as much as he did and I just nodded and sat up, waiting for his next move. He raised himself up on his knees and said:

"Play with your nipples again."

I did what I had done before, cupping my tits, lifting them up slightly and pinching my nipples between thumb and finger. His hips were in line with my chest and he began to pull his cock, now slippery and wet from my saliva. I spat on my hand and offered him more. His eyes remained glued to mine as he took what I offered and continued jerking off while I played with myself.

Then his face changed expression and I knew he was about to cum. He shot a spurt of thick, white cum upwards and it landed on my left cheek, dripping some in the valley between my tits.

Then he stopped and said:

"I want to save some for later..."

Then he just looked at me as I continued to touch my body and rub my fingers around my nipples with cum on my cheek and sliding down between my tits.

"This is amazing and better than I could ever have imagined it would be. If you could see the picture I am looking at right now...You are a fantasy come true." He said in a low, raspy voice.

That was the third time I forgot to breathe...nobody had EVER called me a fantasy before. I looked deeply into his eyes and knew he was sincere. At that moment I felt absolutely beautiful and very special.

"Come on, we need a drink." He said, then hopped into the water and pulled the board, with me still on it, to the shore. We walked up the deserted beach, hand in hand, to where he had a blanket spread out on the sand next to an esky.

He dropped the board and pulled me down onto the blanket next to him. He reached into the esky and produced two glasses which he placed into my hands. Then he was opening a bottle of red wine and pouring it into the glasses. He put the bottle away and we clinked glasses.

"Here's to your unbelievable tits," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"And here's to your gorgeous cock," I said with a smile.

We drank in silence for a minute and then the heat between us grew from little sparks, to a burning fire as we kept looking at one another. We put our glasses down and he said:

"Take that garment off. I need you to be totally naked for this."

I grew excited and wet all over again as with shaking hands, I pulled my swimsuit off. He watched me all the while, his eyes never leaving mine. I trusted him and knew that he saw every thought, every silly little fear showing in my eyes.

Then I lay naked before him and he began kissing me with slow, firm attacks on my mouth, using his tongue to communicate with mine. I moaned low sounds, deep in my throat, as he slowly drove me wild. The feeling of his hard, tight chest against my softness was incredible with no clothes between us.

The next thing I knew, there was an annoying, persistent beeping sound in my ear. I turned my head and realised that I was still on my bed. The beeping noise was the telephone receiver, beside me where I had left it the night before...I must have drifted off to sleep and forgotten to hang it back up.

"Damn," I muttered to myself as I got up to open the curtains, blinking at the bright morning sunlight.

Now I will never know how it ended. 




Late Night at the Coffeehouse



It was near closing time at a coffeeshop near campus, and Diane was rushing to cram in the rest of her studying before she headed out with her girlfriends. She had a major test in a couple of days, but was the sort of person who didn't let that get in the way of her fun. She was dressed in her best dancing outfit—a low cut halter dress that was tight around her chest and loose and flowing at her legs. A full-chested girl, she had no hesitation showing off a couple of her best assets. Tonight, however, she didn't realize quite how low her neckline dipped as she bent over her notes. But across the room, to his delight, someone else did.

Wearing his customary sunglasses even in the evening, Joe had just finished reading his newspaper. As he looked up, he couldn't help but notice the sexy student a couple of tables over from him. He took in her bronzed and curvaceous body, more rounded than the tiny college girls he usually saw in the shop. Her dark curls spilled over her bare back and shoulders as she hunched over papers. As his gaze fell on the deep cleavage revealed by her position, he felt his cock twitch. 

Joe had always loved a woman's breasts more than any other part of her body, and here he was looking at a very full, soft, round set. The staff in the coffeeshop had turned up the air conditioning to try to get people to leave, and consequently her nipples had become unconsciously hard. The material stretched around the orbs, making their shape all but visible. I'm practically looking at her naked breasts! thought Joe. He was happy he was wearing his sunglasses—it meant he could look all he wanted and she would never be the wiser. 

As he lusted over her, he thought of how long it had been since he had slept with a woman. Could it have been three months already? He was certainly not unattractive, he thought to himself. After all, he took good care of his body by working out regularly, and had often been complemented by women for his rugged face and deep green eyes. The past months had been hard on him, however—his work had been demanding long hours and he had been strapped for cash. Now that things were starting to look up, though, he was looking forward to getting back into the game. As he ran his hand through his dark hair, still looking at the woman across from him, he thought that this might be the night.

Diane heard a rustle of paper and looked up to see a man with sunglasses putting down his newspaper. Who wears sunglasses at night? she thought, even if he is really cute. She went back to her studies, but couldn't resist sneaking a peek at the man across from her after a little while. It seemed as if he was looking her way, but she couldn't be sure because of his sunglasses. It was then, as she glanced back down at her notes, that she suddenly became aware of how low her top had slipped. Blushing, she tried to fix it without being obvious, but it only slipped lower. She decided to just try to ignore it and finish studying. However, as she glanced up again at the man, he still appeared to be looking at her. 

He's staring at my boobs! she realized with a start, embarrassed and excited all at once. By this time, she was having a very hard time concentrating on her work. She began to feel warm tingling between her thighs. Oh fuck it, she thought, I'll never finish studying like this. She left for the bathroom to bring herself off, thinking that after that she'd have a clear mind.

The men's bathroom was out of order, so the women's had been made into an impromptu 'unisex' bathroom, a sign on the door asking patrons to 'Please knock!' Hearing no reply when she knocked, Diane went inside the single-occupancy room. 

Leaning up against the wall, she pulled up the folds of her dress with one hand so that it bunched at her waist. Her other hand reached inside her dress to pull on her painfully hard nipples. She gasped with the pleasure it gave her, continuing to roll the swollen nub between her fingers. 

Her other hand rubbed over her mound outside her thong, bringing her a soft warm feeling. After massaging the outside, her hand pushed easily past the flimsy fabric into the damp curls. She dipped two fingers inside, feeling the unbelievable warmth and wetness. Her two fingers found her clit and started to slide over it. 

She tried hard not to cry out as the pleasure from both hands began to intensify. Her fingers moved more quickly now, bringing her to that place she knew so well, of intense pleasure about to be released. Her knowledge of her body made it easy for her to come to this point. Her stifled gasps and moans were beginning to sound loud in the linoleum room, but she didn't care. The man looking at her, her knowledge of what he was thinking, made her so hot that she would have done almost anything to quench the longing between her thighs. Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door.

"You alright in there?" asked a male voice. Joe wasn't stupid enough to let this sexy young woman get by him. He knew he would be able to talk with her alone back here, hit on her, get her phone number. But the sounds from the bathroom had given him a better idea. 

"Yeah, uh, yes I'm fine," her breathless voice answered. Joe entered anyway.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Diane exclaimed. She was both disappointed and surprised when this strange guy came barging in. She had almost been there when he knocked, and her pussy still tingled. But it wasn't just some guy, she quickly realized. It was him, the one she'd been thinking about just now! Her heart began to race. 

"Sounded like you needed some help in here," grinned Joe. Diane's surprised face turned to indignation. 

"I don't need any help from you, you perv!" She started to storm out, embarrassed, when he caught her arm and pulled her to him. 

"Oh, I think you do." With that, he kissed her full mouth, aggressively opening her up to him with his hot tongue. He pulled her close against him, feeling her breasts on his chest and her whole body crushed against his. 

Diane realized as soon as their lips met that this was what she needed, what she wanted. As their bodies pressed together she felt his hard cock against her belly. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back, feeling his hands on her back pulling her close, and then roaming down to grab her ass. He backed her up against the wall, still assaulting her with his mouth. Delirious with lust, he kissed down her neck to those breasts that had enticed him ever since he first noticed her. 

He unclasped the band around her neck and let her top fall down. There they were, perfectly round and full, weighed down by their own weight yet still high and begging to be fondled. He ran a hand lightly around the edges, still in awe of the perfection he saw before him. Her nipples were slightly larger than average, the color of red wine. The tips ached to be sucked. Diane put her hand on the back of his head, and he obligingly lowered his mouth to the nubs. 

As he latched on, she cried out in pleasure. He buried his face in her soft breasts, feeling them warm on his cheeks as his hands cupped their fullness. He tweaked one nipple with his fingers as he flicked the other with his tongue. Diane was out of her mind with pleasure. Her cries had become shouts that echoed in the room. She feared her sore nipples couldn't take any more, so she pushed his head farther down, until he was face to face with her pussy. 

While disappointed at his forced separation from her breasts, Joe was not at all sad when he saw his new mission. He cupped her ass and brought her closer to his mouth. Kissing the outside, he brought one hand to the front and parted her red lips. He ran his tongue up the length of her, causing her to shudder around him. As she had already been touching herself, the lightest flick of his tongue over her clit made her jump and it was not long before he felt her hands tightly gripping his hair. Looking up and seeing her flushed cheeks and her swollen mouth and nipples, her eyes closed and mouth open with pleasure, his tongue danced even more furiously. He reached up and began rolling a sore nipple between his fingers. He could hear her getting closer, her voice rising in pitch and volume. Her cries filled the tiny room and, he thought to himself, probably the entire shop as well. 

Suddenly she jerked, and with a loud cry she began her release. To her it seemed that the pleasure kept flowing out of her. At every breath and at every clench of her pussy she felt a surge of energy and euphoria. After what seemed a long time, she relaxed her body, exhausted. Joe rose up to meet her, and she realized that he hadn't had the same satisfaction as she had. She traced her fingers around his cock and whispered in his ear. "I think I've got a plan for you."

She took his hand and led him over to the toilet, where she sat down with him in front of her. She looked up at him with a devilish grin and began to unfasten his belt. She slowly pulled the belt through the buckle and kissed the top button of his pants before unbuttoning it and moving the zipper down, following its path with her hot mouth. The tip of his cock poked out of the top of his underwear, and she gave it a long, lingering kiss before she slid his clothes down to his ankles. 

Taking his red cock in her hands, she again looked up at him as she began to slide her hands up and down his length. Diane loved to suck cock, she loved the feel of it in her hands, in her mouth, and the intense pleasure she was able to arouse. She kissed the tip again, this time taking it deeper into her hot mouth. Joe put a hand on the back of her head and buried it in her dark hair. Diane didn't need any encouragement, but enjoyed his touch just the same. She fondled his balls lightly with one hand as the other continued to pump his cock. 

She went as far down as she could, sucking in her cheeks so that he could feel her all around him bobbing up and down. Looking down and seeing her mouth stuffed with his cock, Joe smiled and let his head fall back. "Oh yeah, baby, suck my cock," he groaned. In response, she moaned around him, the vibrations causing him to gasp with pleasure. She took both her hands and put them around his dick, lightly twisting it as she continued to suck on the top. Joe was going crazy with this slow torture. He was almost ready to simply grab her head and fuck her face when she suddenly pulled off.

"What's wrong?" he asked, worried that he had done something to end this bliss. She simply smiled up at him, with that sexy look that he was beginning to know. 

"Nothing's wrong. I just thought you might like something else." She reached over to the soap dispenser and squeezed some liquid soap into her hand. Joe looked at her bewildered until his eyes lit up when she started to smear it between her breasts. Her hands made her tits rise and fall, their fullness falling out of her small hands. She took his cock in her hands and slid her now slippery fingers over it. She brought it to her chest and wrapped her breasts around it. 

Joe nearly came right then and there as he felt the softness around him and looked down to see the sexy sight. She licked the tip of his cock and looked up at him. "You know what to do." 

Joe obediently started pumping his dick in and out of her tits. He groaned with satisfaction. This sexy woman he barely even knew was letting him fuck her tits in a public bathroom. Her breasts pressed in on him as she held them together, the warm friction driving him wild. Occasionally, but not every time, Diane would take the tip of him into her mouth, sometimes softly licking it and other times flicking him with her tongue. 

Joe increased the pace, the sound of his cock pumping in and out of her breasts filling the room with a sloppy sound. His dick was hot and wet, the friction making him crazy. He looked down and saw his blur of a dick going in and out, in and out of her soft breasts, and Diane looking up at him and licking the tip. "Please give it to me, baby, please! I want to feel your cum all over my tits and my neck and my face. Oh god please give it to me!" 

That was all it took for Joe. He shut his eyes and with one last spurt of energy, he grabbed her shoulders and pumped all he could into her, feeling his cum rise up from his balls and through his dick to come out on the chest of this sexy woman. He yelled. "Yeah! Oh yeah! Fuck!" He came and came, spilling out onto her chest and neck. He seemed to keep going forever, until finally he stopped and he pulled his dick out from between her breasts. He looked down at her, panting. 

"Fuck, that was better than I've had in years. How did you do that?" She smiled. "Why don't we get cleaned up and go find out?" As they left the now empty shop, they encountered some smiling employees. "Y'all come back now, ya hear?"



Late Night at the Gym



It was my senior year of high school and I just knew we were GOING to win Nationals. As captain it was my duty to make sure of that. Everyone on the team was amazing, especially the co-captain Jessie though I hated to admit it (she's a total BITCH! by the way).  We were already great, best in the state, but I wasn't taking any chances, I was working my girls extra long and extra hard. The team was all for it except of course Jessie, she just kept going on and on about how this was interrupting her fabulous social life and that just because the team was full of losers didn't mean that her "awesomeness" should suffer (see what I mean total BITCH!). To show good spirit, as captain, I started putting in more hours at the gym. This particular night there was only one person left in the gym and they were leaving as I walked in.

"Perfect!" I excitedly whispered to myself, "This is going to be a great night."

I had been on the elliptical machine for about 5 minutes and I was already in the zone. I was thoroughly enjoying myself when none other than Jessie decided to show up wearing the exact outfit as I was.

"Great", I murmured as she walked right up to the machine next to me wearing MY white, scoop neck sports bra and matching white, skintight short shorts.

"Hi Kelly" she started with a fake smile, "I see you were trying to be as hot as me by copying my outfit, well, you ALMOST succeeded" she said with her Wicked Witch of the West laugh. 

Irritated, I walked away and to the treadmills.

"Why does everything have to be a competition between us" I thought. 

I had always been so nice to her, but she was always so rude, "Gosh! She was just so damn infuriating!"

"Hey Kelly turn and take a look at how your ass is supposed to look in those shorts, Ha!" , she called out after me. 

When I turned around she was slowly caressing her ass and slowly gyrating; then she repeated her jeer and she spanked her perfect ass hard for affect.

She had been taunting me all day about my body, she even started calling me "Jelly Belly" and to see that she hadn't stopped was enraging.  At 5'8" with long legs, a plump ass, slim waist, 33C tits, full lips, waist length jet black hair and olive skin, I was a sight, at least that's what I've been told, but still at 18 it was natural to have had insecurities. But of course Miss 5'10" with legs higher than the Empire State Building, juicy little booty, trim waist, perky 32Ds, pouty lips, beige skin with a slight dusting of freckles and equally long naturally dirty blonde hair, knew nothing of insecurities. I just couldn't take it anymore, I ran off into the next room, the self defense room. Sitting with my back turned to the door and tears streaming down my cheeks, I sobbed in silence. 

Before I even hear footsteps enter the room, I hear "Jelly Kelly, where are you!" 

"Oh, there you are Jelly, I've been looking for you everywhere", she says feigning concern.

Walking over she crouches down and hugs me from behind, "What happened to the widdle baby" she says as she pokes one my cheeks, smearing my tears. 

"HA, of course Jelly would find an excuse to stop exercising", the bitch sneered.

As anger filled up inside me, I couldn't help but notice Jessie's firm nipples and soft breasts on my back, I didn't know why but I like it and without thinking I moved in a little closer; I mean I had to admit she was hot and I could never stop myself from taking little peeks at her peaks in the showers, lucky for me she ALWAYS walked around stork naked showing out that fuckable little body of hers. Jessie was of course too busy taunting and didn't realize my getting cozy. 

When I came back out of my little world, I stood up to leave; Jessie stopped me in my tracks, licked my face and laughed.

"Even your tears taste like pussy you pussy, you won't even stand up for yourself, and I will never respect you, you punk", with a smug expression across her face. 

No one had ever spoken to me like that before; everyone was always so nice; she caught me completely off guard. As she turned to walk out the door, I was blinded with rage and lust (I didn't know the last one at the time).

"Listen here bitch!" , I screamed, "Bring that ass right here now." 

Before she could even respond, I had her by her hair and I spun her around and slapped her square across her face, hard. 

"Ah!" , she moaned out in pain.

"Oh that hurt?", "Smacking didn't hurt when you were smacking your perfect little ass now was it?"

I grabbed her by the sports bra straps and slammed her up against the padded walls before she could respond. I slammed her over and over and over again against the wall while she begged for me to stop. On the last slam the straps of Jessie's bra broke in my hand and those beautiful, freckled 32Ds popped out and bounced against my hand. 

"Mmm", the wet feeling that instant consumed my lily white shorts was surprising but lovely nonetheless.

Since I was seemingly distracted she tried to run away, I grabbed her by the waistline of her shorts.

"Naughty, Naughty", I purred and yanked her back up against the wall. 

By now what was left of the sports bra was around her hips and nothing was left to cover her breasts. She tried to cover herself with her hands but I wasn't having that. I grabbed her wrists and held them over her head and had myself some fun. I forcefully began pinching those perky, pinky nipples and rubbed them in between my thumb and index.

"What the hell are you doing Kelly, your straight, this isn't you", I thought but I didn't care at this point, besides hearing the moans Jessie made were better and made me way wetter than any I had heard in the lesbian pornos I frequently masturbated to.

Not knowing what had gotten into me, I threw my hands in the air. 

"Fuck it, you only live once", was all I thought before I gave into my long awaited desires.

With Jessie still moaning, I tore off her wet shorts and ripped bra and tossed it to the side. Since Jessie seemed to like it rough, I was more than happy to oblige. I took my right hand away from her nipple and slid it down her smooth stomach, right down her slit. I replaced my right hand with my mouth, I ran my tongue slowly around her areola a few times before I pulled her little pink nub in and began sucking on it softly at first but then I started getting rougher and rougher turning the slow sucking into fast nibbling. When my hand was right there, I rubbed her outer pussy lips up and down going faster and faster until I heard one faint request.

"Please."

Knowing she wanted it made me hot and made me torture her a little more. I went inside and started teasing her inner lips, tickling the sides, over and over again, in circles slowly at first but speeding up at each moan. I ran my finger right by her opening and put my thumb in, just the tip and quickly took it out.

"Oh please", Jessie breathily pleaded.

Finally went around once more and went at the peak and this time I tickled her little pleasure pearl the same way I tickled mine at nights. I rubbed in figure eights, up and down, side to side each movement blending with the next again and again and watched as she moaned loudly in ecstasy. I let go of her hands knowing she wasn't going anywhere. She immediately started gripping my ass begging me to stop. She was so wet at this point, I could just tell, I slipped my two fingers and started pumping them in her soaking pussy mercilessly while continuing to titillate her clit. Faster and faster and deeper and deeper I went as she clawed on my ass moaning, begging and pleading for me to stop. Hearing her only made me want to make her cum harder and teach her who was boss and who really owned that pussy. Just when she was about to cum, I flicked her nipple with my tongue and massaged her other tit and watched the faces she made. Right when she was right at the brink, I stopped and backed up. 

As she tried to catch her breath and was grabbing at my hands trying to get them back on her body I could finish what I started, I placed my finger in her mouth.

"That is how pussy tastes; now lay that sexy ass on the ground." I licked her face then I smacked her ass knowing the vibrations would drive her wild.

Obediently, Jessie laid on the mat. She watched me, while caressing her breasts, as I took off my bra and soaking shorts. With my legs separate I kneeled over her head; just the mere thought of her eating my pussy got me so much wetter. As I slowly lowered onto her face she grabbed my hips and stuck her tongue in my hot, wet pussy and twirled it. With her free hand she toyed with my clit as if it were a mini joystick. 

"Oh yes, oh yes", "Suck your Captain's pussy, suck it", I exclaimed as I grinded against her face, unable to control myself. 

She kept going, emphasizing her movements more and more and mixing in some humming. She was a pro and I was cuming quickly.

"I'm cuming, I'm cuming, don't stop", I screamed.

Right after I spoke those words, my juices flew out of me like never before, when I look down Jessie's face was wet and messy. When Jessie finally took her tongue out of me, she got up as and was delaying leaving the room hoping I would call out to her, when she was at the door and had let out her fifth sigh, I giggled to myself.

I laughed out loud finally and said, "We're not down yet sexy, we still have to hit the showers", with a wink.

I grabbed her ass and kissed her lips, grinding our pussies into each other, when she got really into it; I stopped her and told her she had to wait until the showers. Hurriedly she raced to the showers; when I finally sauntered down the long hallway, I watched her in the shower section, moaning, trying to finally get off by grinding against her arm. I figured I had punished her enough so I turned on the water. I got the water nice and hot, like the feelings I had deep in my fold. I ran my hand through her hair gently then pulled a handful and started nibbling on her neck as I guided her to shower, once we got in, we got right back to the kissing and touching.

"Uhh this is so hot", "Suck it, suck my titties", "Oh yes", "Uh huh, right there", "I know you like it when I touch that" "Oh yes, give it to me", that was all that echoed throughout the bathroom. 

Unable to take it anymore, and needing to feel Jessie's clit on mine, I told her to rest her leg on the handicap bar, I stood in between those mile high legs and put one of mine up and rested it on the same bar( I guess cheerleading really does come in handy in the outside world). We moved in closer and closer until we finally touched, clit to clit; just thinking about this exact moment still gets me moist. We started off slowly but neither of us could take it and proceeded to go faster, I bent my back and gripped her waist and put myself in the perfect position to go faster, and faster I went, faster and faster and when the buildup was right there, I grabbed her and slammed her on the bench in the shower and kept grinding that pussy harder and harder until she could no longer speak words, just grunts and moans.

"Whose pussy is this", I ask her.

"This is Jessie's pussy of course", she says with a sexy little smirk trying to play tough.

Well I didn't like that answer, I grabbed her tit and I squeezed and rolled that little pink pebble as I grind that pussy more.

"Kelly! Kelly!, this is Kelly's pussy! Mmmm uhhhh...Kell...owns....puss", she half moaned half screamed.

"Oh shit", we both exclaimed as we came. 

Afterwards we collapsed on each other. When I finally stood up still in between Jessie's legs, I bent over and slapped her right in the pussy and let my hand linger.

"This is my pussy and don't you forget it and if you do", I slid my middle finger in her still moist fold', "I'll remind you the hard way."

I licked my finger in front of her and walked away. I got my clothes and left the gym. When I got home, I thought about the insane thing I had just done and imagined how school would be tomorrow, more importantly practice, but mostly I just masturbated over the thought of Jessie's naked body and reveled in the fact that I'd get to touch it again.



Late Night at the Laundromat



Grabbing his basket of folded clothes, John was about to leave the area Laundromat when a late-comer entered. 

He froze. It was her, his 'laundry girl'. A brunette that had been here the last couple of times he'd come to do wash. 

Before she could see him, he took his basket of clean clothes and dumped it back into the washing machine and started it up. Slowly, he fiddled with the buttons, trying to think of something to say to her this time as she walked to the back but a loud voice shattered the moment.

"Hey, Hummel!" His friend Barry yelled from the front. John groaned inwardly and looked over. "We'll be down the street at the Nickel trolling for drunk sorority girls when you done, join us!"

John gave a half hearted wave and ducked his head. Great, he thought to himself, that was sure to have got her attention. 

"So, you attend U of M?" A soft voice asked from behind. Hummel whipped around to find her standing mere inches from him. Raised eyebrows told him he was taking too long to answer.

Finding his tongue, he answered, "No...you?"

She nodded her head yes, laughing with her eyes, "But I'm not in a sorority though."

"Yeah," John said slowly, grinning, "that's Barry...he still thinks he's in college." 

She stuck out her hand, "I'm Deanna."  

He lightly grasped her slender fingers, holding her hand longer than he should have, "I'm John." 

Her smile grew, "John, do you think you could help me for a moment? I dropped something behind one of the machines and the attendant left for a few hours. Could you move it for me?"

He nodded and started to follow her, saying a silent thank you to Lady Summer for the high heat of late. Deanna was wearing only a simple tank and short denim skirt with flip flops. The white fitted top showed off her trim athletic build. He admired the sway of her hips that lead down to nicely tanned thighs and cut runner's calves. Her ankle bracelet caught the light as she rounded the corner. 

She turned suddenly, causing him to bump into her. His hands instinctively went to her waist as her arms went around his neck when she fell into him. John could feel her breath on his neck as she looked up into his eyes.

"I'm sorry." She apologized but didn't pull away. 

He shook his head, looking down into the biggest brown eyes, "It's okay." 

Her hands slid down his chest before she stepped back, sending a small thrill thru him. 

"Which one should I move?" He asked, needing a distraction.

"This one," she pointed to the end machine, "if you tip for a sec I could grab my things, please."

As he tilted the washing the machine on its side, Deanna bent down from the waist giving him a glimpse of a firm, naked bottom. Hummel bit the inside of cheek to stifle a groan. Closing his eyes didn't help erase the image of him coming up behind her, either.

As Deanna came up, her elbow hit the side of the dusty machine. Turning, she brushed against John, smearing a dark spot on his T-shirt and some on his jeans.

"Oh, no," she gasped, "look what I've done."

John looked down, more aware of her than the dirt. 

"Here," Deanna said, taking hold of the bottom edge of his fitted, grey T, "I can take care of this right now." She slid both hands over his rib cage gathering the material. He automatically raised his arms for her as she stood on her tiptoes and pulled his shirt overhead.

His breath caught when she lightly ran her fingernails down his chest and began to play with the zipper of his jeans. A soft sound of appreciation escaped her throat as she rubbed the hardness that had begun to bulge. Hummel's eyes darted around the room.

Deanna seemed to notice his hesitation and smiled, "They've all left...it's only you and me."

With that she pushed him up against the larger machines, running her hands across his bare skin. "I have to confess, I had hoped you would be here tonight."

"Why's that?" he managed to croak as she unfastened his jeans.

Dark eyes looked up at him coyly. "I have to leave for a month and I wanted to say goodbye before I did."

Nimble fingers hooked into his boxer-briefs and they quickly joined his jeans on the floor. Completely naked his erection sprang free, begging for the touch of the nymph before him. 

She slid down his body, sinking to her knees. Hot breath tickled him as her tongue licked the underside of his cock. Warm and wet, her mouth enveloped him.

Reaching down, John gathered her long hair in one hand to get a better view of her full lips wrapped around him. The little sounds she made vibrated through his core, increasing his pleasure.

His stomach muscles clenched as she repeatedly deep throated him. He tried to say her name, something to warn her but only guttural sounds came out. "De...ah, I..I'm...ah, arh...:

A harsh cry ripped from Hummel's throat as his fantasy girl continued to inhale every inch of him. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, triggering a violent orgasm. His whole body tensed and he slammed his free hand back against the metal washing machine as he released streams of fluid into her waiting mouth. 

She continued to work him, even after he was drained, amplifying his climatic waves to the point of delightful pain. 

"Please," he begged weakly, dropping to the floor, "you're killin' me...please stop."

A giggle was his only reply. Jon peeked at Deanna with one eye. She was still on her knees, sitting beside him. He stopped her as she went to stand.

"Where are you going?" He asked grabbing her middle, bringing her close.

She smiled, "I thought I'd give you a minute... let you recover, maybe get our things..."

"I don't need a minute." He said in a low, husky voice, pulling her onto his lap. Hummel ran his hands over her toned legs, lifting her skirt as she straddled him. He sat up some, leaning back against the washer and adjusted her light form.

Deanna reached down, wrapping her fingers around his waiting cock, placing the head at her entrance. A feminine gasp escaped her lips as she sank down onto him. She tensed a little, stopping halfway, bracing herself on his upper arms.

John groaned as she rose up and tried again, still not able to take him all in. Needing to feel her completely, he lifted Deanna by the waist and thrust up as he brought her down. Through clenched teeth he muttered, "god...you're so tight."

A pleased moan fell from her lips as she leaned over, running the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip and continued gently biting and kissing her way down his neck. Slowly, she began to rock back and forth on his lap. Hummel leaned back and let her take the lead, for now.

He enjoyed watching her ride him. Her pretty face was flushed, head thrown back in pleasure. She leaned back on his thighs, rolling her hips in lazy circles, driving him mad. His eager lips latched onto a rosy nipple, rolling the sensitive flesh with his tongue and sucking it between his teeth. 

Deanna inhaled sharply and wrapped her arms around his neck. Pausing his fun, John took advantage and wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to take control of their pace. 

Her hair covered both their faces as she looked down at him. He slid his hands around her hips to her ass, lifting and impaling her on his rock hard cock. Moaning softly, she took every inch of him as he bounced her on his lap. Her inner walls gripped him like a vice. Like a glove, echoed in his mind.

Torn between wanting to prolong this real life fantasy and not wanting to be an audience for any new customers, Hummel sat up and grabbed Deanna's hips, moving her up and down like a rag doll. He captured the other breast with his teeth, nipping and sucking until she cried out. 

Her fingernails left red marks down his back as they both exploded together with cries loud enough to be heard from outside. John held her possessively, waiting for the blood to return and his breathing to calm. He could feel her heart racing as he laid his head between her breasts. 

The sound of the front entrance bell broke them from their sexual daze. Quickly, they dressed and peeked round to see the attendant had come in and went directly behind the desk. Gathering their clothes, Deanna took him back to her apartment to finish her goodbyes....



Late Night at the Library



She hated working late in the library on a Friday evening. Most students where out partying and getting drunk by now, so there was really nothing to do for her. Just sitting there, watching the clock and wait for closing time to come. Another 10 minutes she thought to herself, then she'd round up the few people that where inside, then go home and fix herself a late night dinner.

Calling out over the intercom that the library is closing in 10 minutes, she waited for the last few students to leave. Slowly three girls came down the stairs from the upper part of the library heading for the exit. Neither had any books to check out so she let them out the front door and locked it behind them. Just then someone called out behind her to wait. Looking over her shoulder she noticed a tall, young man. Dressed in all black and carrying a large gym bag, she had noticed him earlier when he had come in. It wasn't unusual for students to carry their gym bags around, but what had caught her eye with him earlier, was that he was very well dressed and very good looking. Since she was a student herself, in the last semester of trying to get her diploma in arts, she guessed he was about the same age as her, maybe a bit younger. 

Wanting to talk to him, she walked over to the counter, then called him over to her as well. Trying to find an excuse, she told him she had to inspect his bag, for any books. When she opened the zipper, he put his hand on hers, and looking at her with deep brown eyes asked her not to do it, promising her that there where just his gym clothes inside and no stolen books. Nevertheless she proceeded with opening the bag. At first glance nothing unusual was found, until she dug deeper and her hand could feel some magazines. She triumphantly glanced at him, pulling the stack of magazines out of the bag, then holding them under his face. Grinning he took them from her, turning them around so she could see the cover. The fronts of Playboy, Hustler and such stared her in the face, she blushed a deep red, then turned her head away, knowing that those type of magazines where not found in the student library on campus. 

He shoved the magazines back into his bag, then slowly walked towards the door, so she could let him out. Still very embarrassed she followed him. He stepped aside to let her pass, but not enough; she had to brush against him to be able to get to the door. Bending her head down to fit the key into the lock, he was standing so close behind her she could feel his breath on her neck. A shiver of sexual arousal ran through her body, but ignoring it, she proceeded to unlock the door. Holding the heavy door open for him, he moved around her front, brushing up against her again, so close that she could feel, and when she looked down, also see the big bulge in the front of his pants. 

Gently he put his hand on top of hers, pushing the door closed again. Standing directly in front of her he looked deep into her green eyes, looking for an answer to his unspoken question. Slightly she nodded. Pushing her against the wall behind her, he stood in front of her, leaning his head forward for a kiss. When their lips met it felt like an electric current running through both of them. Slowly his tongue brushed against her opened lips, searching, feeling and tasting. They kissed for a long time, their bodies not touching anywhere else, just their lips and tongues where joined. Reaching her arms up she pulled him towards her; putting one hand on his neck and wrapping one long, leg around his denim clad hips. 

He reached around behind her, pulling her away from the wall a little bit, then put both of his hands on her ass. His hands felt the tightness of her buttocks, clad in a tight skirt. Tugging at the skirt, he hiked it up over her hips so that her butt was uncovered. To his surprise she wasn't wearing any panties, but a garter belt with her stockings attached to it. Smiling inwardly, he continued kissing her. Now moving down her neck, nibbling and leaving wet trails with his tongue. Her head was leaning over to one side, resting against the wall, giving him easier access to her neck. Her hands where roaming across his back, feeling his tight muscles through the blazer he was wearing and his shirt underneath. Reaching forward, she slipped her hands underneath the lapels of his jacket, then slipped it off, letting it drop to the ground behind him. Returning her hands to his front, she started unbuttoning his shirt, wanting to feel his skin. Pulling the shirt out of his jeans, it soon joined his jacket on the ground. Now she could feel his upper half without having to fight with clothes. Her soft, small hands caressed his back, running them up and down his spine.

In the meantime, his right hands had done some exploring as well. One was still on her ass, while the other had moved around her front, rubbing the palm of it over her clean shaven pussy. A small moan escaped her mouth. Pressing her pelvis into his hand, she urged him on not to stop. 

Sliding down the length of her body, he dropped down to his knees. Leaning against the wall still, her right leg was now draped over his shoulder; the other set apart, so her pussy was now spread wide open in front of him. Breathing in deeply he smelled her sweet scent. How he loved the sight of a pussy with no hair. Smiling he bend his head forward, sticking out his tongue and tracing her outer lips with it. Using the thumbs of both of his hands, he pulled her lips apart, giving him the view of her engorged clit and an already wet and waiting hole. Slowly his tongue touched her pussy. Licking from the bottom upwards and then down again several times. Stopping sometimes to circle her clit or to dip his tongue inside her hole and fuck her with it. Her moans where getting louder and louder, both of her hands where on the back of his head, pressing it against her hips. But instead of continuing licking her, he stopped altogether. He didn't want her to come in his mouth; he wanted to feel her pussy contract around his dick while they climaxed.

Getting up, and trading places with her he now stood against the wall, with her kneeling in front of him. Her hands cupped the front of his jeans, feeling the length of him through the rough material. With steady fingers she opened the button fly, then let the pants drop down to his ankles. His boxers soon followed. Proudly his hard erection greeted her. Circling both of her hands around it, she bend her head to place a soft kiss on the tip of his dick, then breathing in deeply she took him into her mouth. He was surprised that she could take his long dick almost all the way in her mouth, without gagging. He could feel her softly sucking on his dick, letting some saliva run down the shaft, so both of her hands could rub up and down easier, massaging him, while her head bopped up and down in the same rhythm. Taking her head in both of his hands, he started to fuck her into her mouth. Grinding his hard dick into her, but being careful as not to go in to deep. Putting her hands on his ass, she let him screw her mouth. If even possible she could feel his dick swell even larger in her mouth, and she knew he was getting close to climaxing. Suddenly she jerked her head back, disengaging her mouth from him, and sitting back on her heels.

Bewildered he looked down at her, he was so close to shooting is semen into her mouth. But knowing that she wanted him inside her, he let her get up, then lean back up against the wall. Pulling him close again, she wrapped one leg around him, then guided him inside her with one hand. She gasped as he filled her. Slowly he started to fuck her. Grinding himself into her with deep strokes. With every push her bare ass was slapping against the concrete wall behind her, making an eerie sound in the quiet library. His hands where busy opening the front of her blouse, then almost ripping the bra off so he could suck and lick her breasts. Greedily he bends his head to suck on her already taut nipples, making them even harder and more sensitive. Replacing his hands where his mouth was, he straightened up again to kiss her hard on the mouth. Their tongues tangled with each other, sucking, licking, and fighting. 

Their moans where now filling the entrance hall around them. His hands where on her ass again, almost lifting her off the ground, while pushing deep and hard inside her. Not being able to hold her balance on one leg no more, she wrapped both of them around his waist. The wall behind her and him being her support and holding her up. Her head was buried against his neck, biting into his skin, leaving marks all over his shoulder. Her long nails where raking his back, leaving their traces there as well. His speed increased even more, 'til both of them couldn't hold back any longer. He was groaning loudly and she was screaming out her climax. 

Both where breathing hard and shaking. He was leaning against her, pressing her into the wall. Slowly she unwrapped her legs from him and stood back up. Looking at him, she smiled, then turned her head at some noise from outside.

A small crowd hat gathered outside, now hooting and hollering at their performance right in the brightly-lit entrance hall of the library. Both of them blushed a deep red. They knew that by tomorrow they both would be the talk of the campus, the librarian and the handsome geek, caught having sex in the library. But looking at each other they both suddenly busted out laughing, then shrugged their shoulders, grabbed their clothes and put them back on. Then they walked hand in hand outside, passing through the crowd and going to her apartment, where they where going have some more fun, but this time a little bit more private.



Late Night at the Office



It was after hours at work and I was relaxing by reading some electronic porn on my office computer. My back was to the door and I was involved in my fantasies on the screen while I slowly stroked my prick through my slacks when suddenly I was surprised by a knock at my door. I don't know how long she had been standing there or what she had seen, but her presence left me in awe because when I turned around I was confronted with this blonde goddess standing in my office. She was about 5'4" with the most gorgeous blue eyes and wildly teased long blonde hair. Her perfume filled the room with her scent and her perfectly proportioned figure was highlighted by her trim and revealing dress. She asked if I could get someone to open the classroom across the hall where she was to conduct a seminar that evening. After locating the coordinator, she thanked me for my help and left.

I thought to myself, wouldn't it be great to kiss those sensuous red lips, caress those perfectly formed tits and lie between those long shapely legs. But then reality hit me and I realized that not only was she gone, but she may have seen my stroking and could really get me into trouble with my boss. How wrong I was to have worried.

The following week, about an hour before her next class, she walked into my office again. I was a little concerned about her intentions, but then she said that she had been surprised to see me reading a pornographic letter the previous week. (Apparently, she had been standing behind me long enough to read some of the material on the screen). The more she had thought about catching me stroking my prick, she decided that she wanted to see what I had been hiding behind my desk. I was surprised at her bluntness, but figured what the hell, I had wanted her from the time I first saw her.

She quickly came around behind my desk and sat on my lap. Our lips met in the most heated kiss I had received in a long time. Our tongues met and intertwined like dueling swords. As our breathing increased and our passions mounted, I broke off her advances. I told her I was afraid of someone walking in on us and started to get up, but she stopped me and said that she had already taken care of that by locking the office door when she came in. Knowing that everyone else had left and that the cleaning crew wouldn't be in until much later that night, we got back to where we had left off as she again kissed me deeply. I told her how much I had thought about her since last week and even told her about the fantasies I had dreamed with her as the main attraction. Her perfume was intoxicating and I began to fondle her ripe tits through the smooth fabric of her blouse.

She responded by grabbing my hand and pressing it firmly to her chest. It was definitely getting hotter in the office and as I started to unbutton her blouse I felt her reaching down to stroke my hardening prick though my slacks. I slowly removed her silky top, threw it over onto a nearby chair, and proceeded to unhook her lacy satin bra that was barely ample to hold her full breasts. She sighed as they were freed from their bondage. I started to lick the dark tan areola as her nipples rose up like little pencil erasers and became hard yet pliable. I alternated from her left tit to her right as my tongue circled and flicked over her nipples and I began a slow but steady suction on them as she continued to moan deeper with each stroke of my tongue.

While I continued my assault on her tits, I began to rub my hand up her legs, reaching under her tight skirt to her soft, warm thighs. I was pleasantly surprised when I got up high enough to discover that she preferred to wear thigh-hi stockings. I knew then that I wouldn't have to fight the cursed pantyhose barrier. Once I reached the top of her stockings, I couldn't believe how hot her thighs were as I approached her silken panties. As I began to slide my fingers over her covered vulva, she spread her legs wider to give me better access. Her panties already had a growing wet spot that seemed to cover her whole mound. I stretched the elastic and slid my fingers beneath the silken barrier to finally reach her soft slit that was covered by the softest, silky hair I had ever felt.

I began to move my finger up and down her wet slit, slowly entering between her lips and reaching her clit at the top. The wetness was growing and her juices let my fingers move smoothly and quickly over her orgasmic nub. I quickened my strokes on her clit with my thumb as I inserted a finger into her hot, pulsating cunt. My finger moved smoothly into the deep recesses of her womanhood and her wet hole seemed to draw my finger into it like a vacuum. I couldn't believe how smooth and tight she felt. As I increased the tempo of my strokes and the depth of my plunges into her quivering quim, her breathing began to come in quick, short breaths. I realized she was close to cumming as I continued sliding my fingers over and into her hot cunt that was starting to release its juice like a faucet. Soon she gasped that she was cumming as I sank another finger into her wet hole, bringing her over the edge. She came in a long pulsating orgasm as she bucked and grunted against my hand. Her body jerked and convulsed in a gut-wrenching orgasm that left her gasping for breath.

"That was great" she said. "Now how about showing me what's been pressing into my lap all this time." I now realized that feeling the heat and wetness of her cunt had made my prick harder than ever as it strained to get out of my pants. She quickly got up from my lap and kneeled in front of my chair. As she pulled the zipper down, my prick seemed to want to jump through the zipper opening. I lifted myself off the chair slightly as she pulled my pants and jockeys down to my ankles in one swift motion. My engorged prick now was free from its prison and stood up hard and ready for her. With each heartbeat, it jumped just waiting to feel her soft caress. She quickly grabbed me at the base of my cock and started to stroke it slowly up and down. Before long she leaned forward and in one motion devoured my hardened member to the hilt. I could feel her hot tongue trying to wrap itself around me as she held me deep in her mouth. She then began to slowly raise her head until just the tip was between her wet lips and then quickly plunged down again to swallow the entire length. My mind was reeling from the pleasure she was giving me. I began to thrust my hips up to meet her downward strokes, but she held my hips firmly in the chair and continued to move her head up and down as she sucked me harder and harder. After several more strokes she lifted her wet lips to the tip of my prick and started to swirl her tongue over the purple knob licking up the precum that was forming there. After getting her fill of my juices, she again dropped her head down until my entire length was deep in her throat.

I told her that if she kept that up I was going to cum any second. She just moaned as she began to stroke me up and down with her hot, wet, and obviously talented mouth. After several more strokes, I could feel the cum welling up in my balls as my prick swelled even harder and bigger than it was before. I nearly shouted that I was cumming as she sank her lips to the base and took me deep into her throat and stayed there. She increased the pressure of her sucking as the cum shot from my balls into her waiting mouth. Each pulse made me jerk as my cum flooded her. She swallowed my jism and slowly stroked my prick up and down sucking and milking my cock to get every drop that was left. Finally she released my spent organ and kissed the tip before she got up.

"You taste wonderful. It's been a long time since I had such a great snack", she said. I grabbed her hand and told her that I wanted to see if she tasted good too. I kissed her forcefully as we stood there, my hands caressing her ass through her skirt. I found the zipper on the back of her skirt and pulled it down. Her clothes dropped to the floor and I quickly grabbed her panties and pulled them off and threw them both onto the chair with her blouse. I stepped out of my pants that were still hanging down around my ankles and kicked them aside. I sat her on the edge of my desk and began kissing her neck. I slowly continued my kisses down until I was again savoring those gorgeous globes of tit flesh. They must have been very sensitive because she began to moan again as I flicked my tongue over her hard nipples. Slowly I kissed my way down her chest and tummy as she slowly laid herself back onto the desktop.

Finally I reached her soft, silken, and neatly trimmed pussy hair. I had suspected that she was a natural blonde and now I was certain. Her golden blonde pubic hairs were as soft as kittens' fur and they beckoned me toward the object of my desire. I moved down and began to kiss her soft thighs above her stockings. She quickly maneuvered her legs so that they were resting over my shoulders and I had full access to her hot sex. I moved my caresses higher and began to lick all around her engorged pussy lips. She smelled so sweet that I couldn't wait to plunge my tongue into her wet slit that was oozing with her juices. The blowjob she had given me earlier must have excited her almost as much as it had me because her pussy juice was covering her crotch and had even begun to run down her legs. I continued to lap up her juices as I moved closer and closer to those soft, inviting lips. Now I'm no pussy expert, but these had to be the best looking pussy lips I had ever seen. They were tight together without any hint of excess skin. Her juices highlighted them as they glistened in the light. I moved my tongue near her labia and used it to push the lips aside and then I began to lick up and down her hot, wet slit. I licked with wanton passion from her cunt hole up to her clit. Every so often, I would force the tip of my tongue deep into her pussy hole as if I was fucking her with my tongue. As her breath quickened, I moved up and locked my lips over her hardened clit. She nearly went crazy as I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit. Her whole body twitched with pleasure as I alternated licking her slit and buzzing her clit. When I finally inserted one, then two fingers into her cunt, she began to really move her hips to meet my thrusts and licks.

"Oh, GAAAD" she cried, "I'm CUMMING!!" With that exclamation, I clamped my lips over her clit and flicked my tongue over her sensitive bud while thrusting my fingers as far as they would go into her wet pulsating cunt. I could feel her pussy walls contracting around my fingers with each spasm of her body. I continued to lick her clit as she bucked and jerked on the desk with each contact my tongue made with her swollen clit. She finally pulled my head away from her cunt and begged me to fuck her hard.

I stood up and let her legs fall from my shoulders to rest astride my hips. The excitement of eating her delicious pussy had revived my spent cock which was now standing up hard and waiting to enter her moist quim. I reached down and pulled her legs up so that her heels were now resting on my shoulders and her pussy was lying at the very edge of my desk. I took one last look at her great looking pussy as I leaned forward and placed the head of my raging hardon at the entrance to her heavenly box. I began a slow, but steady pressure deep into her dripping cunt until I was balls deep into her. I couldn't believe how good she felt. The juice from her orgasms was literally pouring out of her and had turned her cunt into a steam bath from the heat of her passion. She was as tight as an Isotoner glove and I could feel every fold of her flesh inside. She began squeezing her cuntal muscles and it felt like a soft hand was stroking my cock. I began to slowly pull out until only the head was still inside her, then I slowly pushed back inside her to the hilt.

"Fuck me harder, faster!" she cried. My aim was to please, so I stepped up my pumping in and out of her hot, wet fuckhole. She slid her legs down my side, locked her heels together behind my back and began to pull me deeper into her. This whole scene was beyond all the fantasies I had thought about with her and I was in heaven, just pounding in and out of that delicious cunt. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ... more, more, more" she wailed in time with each deep thrust into her. As I picked up the pace of my relentless strokes, she pushed back against my groin to meet my thrusts, her ass rising off the desk with every deep penetrating insertion. I stood up straighter so that I could work my fingers between our pounding bodies. I began to rub her wet clit with my thumb to increase her pleasure. That did it. She began to moan with gasping breaths as she began to peak to her impending climax.

You could almost hear her cunt juice slurping around my enflamed prick as our bodies slapped together with each deep thrust into her. Inside I could feel her cunt begin to contract forcefully as she started jerking involuntarily from the spasms as she came. Over and over I felt her body convulse with the power of her orgasm as I continued to stroke her clit and prolong her climax. The sight of this beautiful, blonde goddess lying before me awaiting every deep stroke I could give her as she jerked in response to my pounding was more than I could take. The contractions I felt in her pussy finally brought about the release I wanted as I began to feel my spunk boil up toward the end of my cock. When the first spurt came out of my swollen prick, I thrust all the way into her heated fuckhole and held myself deep inside her. With each spurt of my cock, she seemed to jump as though electric shocks were entering her. Her spasms slowly subsided as she sank down from the sexual high she had been on. I kept my prick deep within her as we panted our satisfaction.

Finally I slid my deflating penis out of her and pulled her up toward me on the desk, taking her in my arms and kissing her gently on those sensuous lips that earlier had encircled my throbbing member. "Thank you, that was wonderful," I said quietly.

"It sure was. I'm glad I decided to stop in before my class tonight," she replied. At the same instant, we looked at the clock on the wall and realized she had only 3 minutes left to get to her class.

As she quickly slipped back into her clothing, I gazed lovingly at her perfectly shaped body one last time. Just as she began to leave my office, I stopped her and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Michelle" she replied as she ran toward the door. As she started to open the door, she turned toward me and said, "Thanks a lot, I needed that. See you next week!"

With that she was gone and before I knew it I began to imagine the many things we could do with each other over the weeks to come until her seminars were done. Whoever said working late has its rewards sure knew what they were talking about.



Late Night At The Office...



He glanced at the clock-almost quitting time, he thought. Then his eyes shifted to the open door of his office and the girl across the hall. His secretary. She was getting into the file cabinet, gathering the files he needed for his project. She was a young girl, about 20 or 21. Well, young compared to his 35 years. he had studied her many times before, she was one of those odd, funky artsy girls, even her name purveyed that-Astrid. He'd never met anyone named that before. She was tall, about 5'8, with an hourglass figure. She had nice, full breasts, about a 38D. Today she was wearing a tight gray silk blouse, buttoned just above her cleavage, and a black pin stripe skirt and black nylons. He swore he'd seen the top of thigh highs and a garter belt earlier, but didn't want to get caught looking. Her long dark hair was up in a bun, with soft curls hanging around her face. She always had that really sexy bed head kind of hair, like she just had a quickie in the elevator at lunch. Her eyes were rimmed in Smokey black, topped off with mascara, her eyes sparkled behind her black rimmed glasses. I was snapped out of my observation as she lightly tapped on my office door. 

"Hey come on in" I said, clearing my throat 

"here are the files you wanted" she said with a sexy smile, 

"thanks" 

I scanned the files and realizing it was going to be a long night, I groaned out loud. 

"what's wrong?" she asked looking concerned. 

"oh, it's just going to be a long night, that's all" I replied 

'would you like some help? I really wouldn't mind staying, I don't have anything to do tonight....." she cut herself off, realizing she was rambling. 

She seemed nervous asking me this. I had often wondered how she felt about me, sometimes she gave me just a slight, sexy hint, she might think about me as more than just her boss. I had fantasized quite often about what it would be like to make love to this sweet young girl. I had always dismissed it as wishful thinking-knowing I was much older than her. Not that I was an old man-only 35 and I still work out 3 times a week. I'm tall, about 6'1, not skinny but defiantly not fat, with dark hair and slightly tanned skin. But I always thought she must think I'm so old. I'm very professional, not stuffy, just engrossed in my work. I hadn't even been on a date in 3 months, I'd been so busy. So, needless to say, just the company of this beautiful woman was very welcomed. 

"I would love some help Astrid, but only if you really don't mind" I replied. 

"no, not at all, I just want to go get a bite to eat, if that's okay" I looked at the clock 5:30. 

"that's fine" 

"do you want anything?" she asked. 

"Nah, I'm good, thanks." 

She turn around and started heading out the door, saying she'd be back in about 30 mins. I watched her walk out and go to her desk to grab her jacket-as she reached up to put it on I saw the tops of her thigh highs, and her pale skin, and smiled to myself. I sat at my computer, my mind wandering to other things. I thought about Astrid, and how sexy she was, I thought about how horny I was and how I really wished a hot, sexy, woman would just show up in my life, my cock started to get hard. 

"I brought you a sandwich" Astrid's voice broke me from my thoughts. 

"oh, thank you Astrid" I said smiling at her. She smiled her sweet sexy smile back at me. It was then I noticed her jacket and hair were wet. 

"is it raining?" I asked 

"yeah, really bad" she called out from her desk. 

She hung her jacket on her chair to dry. She came back in the office, looking really sexy, she was just a little wet from the rain. 

"so, what can I do to help?" she asked. 

I thought of all the things she could do to help me, none of the had anything to do with the project. 

"can you type for me while I dictate?" 

"sure thing" 

I move from my seat, pulling another chair around from the other side of the desk, so she could sit at the computer. She sat, and I sat next to her. I was looking at some charts and dictating to her-she would ask to see a chart real quick, and brush my hand, she would lean over and brush my thigh, managing to turn me on, all while carrying on a normal conversation. She seemed to know exactly what to do and where to touch me to turn me on with out doing it on purpose. She was gtting me quit worked up. She suddenly leaned over, reaching for a chart, and lost he balance, nearly falling into my lap. But she managed to catch her self-by grabbing my chair, her hand landing between my legs. I knew she could feel my hard on through my pants. She blushed lightly, looking at me, and stood up. 

"I'll go grab that other chart" She said. 

She walked out the door to the file cabinet, I watched her. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, and bent down opening the bottom drawer. This gave me a great view of her from the side-her breasts hanging down, he legs slightly bent. "Is she doing this on purpose?" I thought. I watched her as she stood up and placed the files on the top of the cabinet, she unbuttoned one more of her buttons on her blouse, grabbed her files and came back in. What a sight, I could clearly see her cleavage now, her small waist and full hips accentuated by her tight skirt. 

"here they are" she said with a wicked smile 

"great" I replied. 

She bent over and placed the files on my desk, giving me a perfect view of her breasts, I could feel my cock grow harder. She moved to sit back down, but I stopped her. 

"Go get last months chart too", 

"yes sir" she replied with a sexy tone in her voice. 

As she walked out the door, I stood up, adjusting myself, and walked toward the door. I stood just a little behind the door, so when she came back, she wouldn't see me. She came walking back in, I stopped her just inside the door, shutting it behind her. I pushed her back against the door, she dropped her files on the floor. I pinned her to the door as I began kissing her passionately, running my hands over her breasts and stomach and over her hips and down her thighs. One hand went back up, and began un buttoning her blouse as I kissed her neck and caressed her breasts over her bra. The other hand went up her skirt and began caressing her thigh. I began kissing her breasts, the soft mounds peaking up over the top of her black lace bra. She had her hands around my neck, pulling my head toward her breasts, moaning softly.

I kissed my way down her chest, and down to her stomach, leaving her blouse open. As I kissed her stomach, I slid my hands over her thighs and under her skirt. I could feel her garter belt holding up her stockings, I slid my hands up even more, to the top of her panties, hooking my finger around the band, I slowly slid them down her legs, and she stepped out of them. I stood back up and kissed her full on the mouth, slipping my tongue between her lips, we French kissed. My hands wandered back down her hips, and began pulling her skirt up till it sat above her hips. 

She had never looked so sexy, here she was pinned against the door of my office, her shirt open, panties off and her skirt pushed up over her hips. She had a front clasping bra on, so I reach up and unfastened the clasp, letting the bra fall away from her beautiful breasts. I began sucking on them again, and she let out a loud moan, and pushed my face into her chest. I let my hands roam over her other breasts, wile the other one slid down her stomach. I parted her legs my placing my knee between them, and my hand soon found it's way to her warm, moist pussy. I slowly put a finger into her, and heard her sharp intake of breath, followed by a moan of pleasure and I began working my fingers in and out. She was so tight, I worked another finger into her, making her gasp again. I work my fingers in and out, picking up the pace. She was moaning and panting now, grinding her hips into my fingers, wanting them deeper. I continue to kiss and suck her breasts, my cock was getting harder by the second. 

I raised up, and began kissing her again, pressing my hard cock into her stomach. It was incredible, feeling her grind against me, wanting my fingers deeper in her tight, wet pussy, moaning into my mouth. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, and she made a disappointed sound. I pushed her legs farther apart, and positioned myself between her legs. As I. French kissed her, I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I slowly began rocking my hips, working my way into her tight pussy, thrusting deeper and deeper until I'm all the way in. She wraps her legs around my waist and lets out a cry of pleasure and pain, as my large, thick cock stretches her pussy. 

Pushing her up against the door hard for balance, I grab her around the waist, and begin working in and out of her fast, getting faster and deeper with each thrust. I hear her moaning "oh, oh, oh it feels soooo good" she has her head back against the door, her eyes closed. I begin kissing her neck, alternating with kisses and soft bites. I start fucking her harder, faster, deeper than before. She is moaning and gasping with each thrust, I can tell she is close. And so am i. I move ahead of our rhythm, diving deep. I feel all my muscled tighten as I begin to cum, deep inside her. 

She rakes her finger nail across my back, and pulls me close to her, her leg pulling me deeper into her as she begins to cum, screaming loudly. I continue thrusting until we have both calmed down. Then, I slowly pull my cock out of her, and she places her legs back on the floor, trying not to lose her balance. I keep my hands on her waist, holding her up. I lean down and kiss her deeply. As I pull away, she blushes, and smiles that sexy smile back up at me and whispered "do you know how long I have wanted you to do that?" I just gave her a grin.



Late Night at the Office



Let me start with a little background. After nearly sixteen years of marriage, I went through a nasty divorce. Happy to be moving on with my life, I quickly realized that being single again was going to be quite an adjustment. However, dating again turned out to be a lot of fun and I found that older, more experienced women were much more sexually adventurous than younger women. I try to maintain my looks and my physique and I have been called 'good-looking.' As a successful commercial banker, money wasn't an issue and I didn't have any trouble finding attractive women willing to go out with me...

Although I could tell you about some of my more interesting dates, this is a story about an encounter that happened at work. It started while I was still married. I had only been at the bank for a short time, and one of my initial projects involved dealing with the IT department. My previous encounters with people from the IT area usually meant nerds with little to no worldly experience.

To my pleasant surprise I was assigned a project manager that was anything but what I expected. Her name was Linda and she was an attractive woman in her 30's. She was easy to talk to and easy on the eyes as well. She had an air of confidence and got things done in a professional manner. During that project we were all business. I was new to the bank and there were a lot of things to do so I didn't have time for anything but getting the task at hand done as quickly as possible. 

It was hard not to admire her sexy body though. She was about 5' 6" tall and 130 lbs. She had short, dark hair, and a small mouth with lips that you couldn't help picturing wrapped around your cock. She was not well endowed on top, maybe a full B cup, but below the waist she was perfection. I'm a leg man, and Linda had everything that I could ask for in that area. She never wore high heels, but her legs were so perfect that she didn't need anything to enhance them. She wore fairly tight, short skirts for a professional work environment and all the men turned to look whenever she walked by. Her ass was just the right size for her body, with an upside down heart shape. That tight ass, flat tummy and perfect set of legs definitely caught my attention. 

After we got done with the project I asked her to join me for lunch to celebrate the successful completion of the work. I truly wanted to thank her for her efforts and maybe find out a little more about her. I found out she was a divorced mother with one teenage daughter. She told me that she appreciated my take charge management style and my aggressive approach to getting things done.

I told her I enjoyed working with her and said she was different than any other IT person I had ever dealt with before. She took that as a complement saying that she tried to be a little different from others. She also said that she was willing to take some risks to get the most out of life. I assumed she meant risks at work, but I wondered what risks she would be willing to take in her personal life, specifically her sex life. It would take a couple of years, but I would find out first hand she was definitely willing to push the envelope. It turned out that my aggression and her risk taking attitude were very compatible sexually. 

Over the next three years things improved at the bank as many of the changes I implemented took effect. However, my marriage deteriorated due to my wife's drinking and eventually I filed for divorce. I had very limited contact with Linda as we were in two totally different areas of the bank that were actually located in buildings on the opposite sides of town. Eventually, I wanted to implement some more changes to the banks loan approval process that required some more IT work.

I immediately thought of Linda and called her supervisor to request her assistance. He told me she was available and said it would be a good use of her skills. The next week we met for lunch to talk about business and catch up on our personal lives. She mentioned hearing that I had just divorced and she was very supportive of what I was going through. She had also just ended a relationship and I sensed that she was open to my advances if I wanted to pursue it. 

I obviously found her very attractive, but I was concerned about getting involved with a fellow employee due to my senior level position at the bank. She was also almost twelve years my junior and I wondered if I could keep up with her. I decided to take a chance and asked her if she would like to go out with me in a non-professional capacity. She said she was flattered that I found her attractive and we agreed to start dating quietly without telling anyone else at the bank

One week later, she called me to tell me she had drawn up some initial project plans and wanted to know when we could sit down to go over them. My schedule was really busy and the only time I had during the next week was at the end of the following Thursday. We set up a meeting in my office at 5:00 p.m. to look at what she had put together. She knocked on my office door on the 25th floor precisely at 5.

When Linda walked into the office she took my breath away. Her hair and makeup were flawless. I couldn't help noticing that her lips were painted ruby red, beautifully accenting her sexy pout. She was wearing a skirt that would definitely be considered too short and tight for an 'official' business meeting. The bottom of the skirt was at least six inches above the knee and tight enough to suggest that she was either wearing a tiny thong or nothing at all underneath. She obviously knew what her best assets were and was just as obviously willing to give me a good look at them.

As she spread out her papers on the conference table in the corner of my office she bent over to give me a view of her perfectly sculpted ass. She was wearing three inch heels that accentuated her toned thighs and calves. Sex appeal oozed out of every inch of her spectacular body. I immediately started to think that this meeting might be more interesting than originally planned.

I walked out of my office to see if my secretary had anything that needed my attention before she left for the night. She was looking at Linda when I approached her desk. I could tell she was a little disgusted with the way Linda looked. Rumor had it that most of the women at the bank did not like her because they considered her pushy. I couldn't help thinking that they were just envious of her tight, sexy body and the way she was willing to show it off.

My secretary assured me that everything was under control and I wished her a good night as she cleaned off her desk to leave for the day. I noticed everyone else was getting ready to leave as well. It was the middle of winter and already dark outside so everyone was anxious to get back to their families and the warmth of their homes. 

I decided to stop at the men's room before going into my meeting with Linda. After a long day at work, I wanted to wash my face, brush my teeth and comb my hair to look my best for this beautiful woman waiting in my office. I was thinking that I might ask Linda to join me for a drink or maybe dinner after our meeting and I was hopeful that it might lead to something more.

Just in case, I wanted to be ready so I popped a Cialis pill that I had with me into my mouth. I guessed that Linda probably dated younger men than me and I wanted to be able to perform at that same level if the opportunity presented itself.

I walked into my office and closed the door behind me. Linda was standing next to the corner conference table where she had neatly arranged two piles of papers. She was staring out of the windows in my office which overlooked the rest of the city. I couldn't help staring at her perfect figure in that short skirt and heels silhouetted against the reflective glass. My cock twitched a little and I knew that it had nothing to do with the yellow pill I had just swallowed.

I asked her if she enjoyed the view from up here. She answered that it was definitely better than the view from her cubicle in the operations center near the airport. I told her that I liked the way everything was lit up at this time of night. It made life more tolerable in the winter when the days were so short.

She pointed out the fact that you could see into the rooms of the hotel that was right across the street from my office. I laughed and said that most of the time there was nothing interesting to look at, but there had been a couple of occasions over the last couple of years where I did see some intimate encounters when I was working late. Linda seemed interested in that and asked who and what I had seen.

I described a few couples who didn't seem too concerned that they were putting on a show for others to see. All of the couples were heterosexual except one time two women seemed to be enjoying each other and once where there were three men pleasuring a woman. She said that the view would definitely make working late more tolerable. 

She asked me if I thought that the people in the rooms with their drapes open were doing it on purpose. I said I guessed that was the case, but that they might not even think about who could see them that high up. She agreed that some people are exhibitionists and having other people watch adds to their excitement. I liked her answer and wondered if she was one of those people because she seemed a little too interested. 

We decided that we should really get started going over the work plan for the project that Linda had put together. As I expected, it was thorough and well thought out. It took us about half an hour to go over everything and set up additional meetings to bring in some other people from the bank to begin working on it.

After we were done, Linda got up and walked up to the windows in my office and asked if I thought we might see someone in the hotel across the street fooling around. It sounded like she was really interested in a little voyeurism and I walked up behind her to see if I could help her locate a couple in one of the rooms. To my surprise I located a room one floor below ours that had a couple having a drink while sitting on a sofa in the room. I pointed it out to Linda and told her to watch and see if anything developed.

After a minute or two, I suggested that we sit on my office sofa and see what might happen. Linda sat down on the end closest to the window and I sat next to her. Sure enough, within a few minutes the couple put down their drinks and started to kiss. That lead to some groping and pretty soon clothes were being shed. Linda was watching closely and I could tell she was getting excited because her breathing was getting more rapid. I decided to use this opportunity to move closer to her and put my arm around her shoulder. She didn't seem to mind as she continued to watch the couple across the street.

They were down to their underwear and I leaned over to her ear and whispered that I thought this was very sexy, hoping she was enjoying it as much as I was. Then Linda did something that took me by surprise. While she continued to watch the couple make out, she reached back to my lap with her left hand and began rubbing my groin. With the couple across the street getting naked and a beautiful woman groping my junk, it didn't take much more encouragement for my cock to begin to grow.

I decided to go for it and I reached over Linda's shoulder to caress her right breast while leaning in to kiss her neck. As soon as I did, she let out a little groan that told me I should keep going. I continued to play with her boobs with my right hand and moved my left hand down between her legs and under her short skirt. She immediately spread her legs, causing the skirt to hike up more and giving me better access to her crotch.

Her left hand continued to play with my cock through my slacks and, with the Cialis kicking in, it was straining to get out. The fingers of my left hand met her bare pussy, revealing the truth about whether or not she was wearing panties. I immediately began to rub her moist crotch with the desired results. She began to rotate her hips and turned her head away from the couple across the street for a few seconds to kiss me. Our tongues wrestled like two snakes fighting as the petting got heavier by the minute. 

I noticed that the lovers in the hotel were both naked and I whispered to Linda that I didn't think it was fair for them to have shed all their clothes and we were still fully dressed. She laughed and agreed saying that we should put on a show for them.

"I guess that if we can see them, they can also see us. Do you think they would notice us?" she teased.

Given that they were focused on something else at that moment I wasn't sure if they would be looking for another couple in the office across the street, but that didn't mean that someone else wouldn't see us putting on a show. I was game to join in and I told Linda that we should go for it. I got Linda to stand up and I started to unbutton her blouse. She reached over to me and untied my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Linda undid my slacks and pulled them off leaving both of us down to our underwear. Linda looked spectacular in her bra, pantyhose and heels. I was excited to finally see her out of her clothes and my cock showed its appreciation by sticking straight out of the front of my boxers. 

Most of the way out of our clothes, Linda and I turned again to see what the hotel couple was doing. They had moved from the sofa to the bed and the man was kneeling between the legs of the woman playing with her pussy. That looked like a good idea so I lead Linda over to the round conference table. I told her to lay down on the table after I pulled off her panty hose. As she lay on the table I got down on my knees to stick my head between those beautiful legs. As Linda turned her head to watch the hotel couple I began to kiss and lick her thighs, slowly working up to her pussy. As I got close to her pussy I could smell the scent of feminine arousal coming from her soaked groin.

As I began to lick her pussy, Linda let out a sigh of approval and cried out, "that's it, keep doing that! You're doing the same thing that the guy is doing in the hotel. I can see him licking his girl's pussy and I know exactly what she is feeling. We can see what they are doing and they can watch us as the same time. I can't believe how exciting it is to watch someone else have sex and doing the same thing so that others can watch."

I could only mumble in agreement as my face was plastered up against her steamy groin, working my tongue up and down the slit of her pussy. The smell and taste of her juices was like nectar to a hummingbird. I couldn't get enough of this woman who apparently shared my interest in voyeurism and exhibitionism.

All of the women I had recently dated had either closely trimmed or totally shaved their pussies. Linda's was definitely more of the retro look. It was like I was looking at a 70's porno starlet. Her thick bush was trimmed but very different from what I was used to. I buried my nose into her thick dark pubic hair and aimed the tip of my tongue for her sensitive clit. I was not surprised that it was already swollen and sticking out. I began by running my tongue up and down her whole pussy tasting the juices that were already seeping out. She tasted wonderful and I dove in with full force. The second I touched her clit she let out a moan and spread her legs more to give me better access. 

"That's it, Baby" she said, "Your tongue feels so good, I love what you're doing. They can see you licking my pussy and it feels so nasty! I love it."

I started to play with her clit, tonguing it with slow, steady strokes. Linda began to grind her pussy into my face, indicating that she wanted more so I increased the pace and intensity. The harder I licked, the more she responded to my actions. She even grabbed my head to make sure I was hitting the right spots. I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm so I increased the pressure on her clit and within a few seconds she was cumming. She arched her back and her entire body stretched out in a spasm sending a flood of juices out of her pussy into my face. 

"Oh Baby, that was amazing. I can't believe how turned on I am knowing that I can be watched while watching another couple at the same time. We need to get you in on the fun too. Doesn't this turn you on?" her voice was husky and slightly out of breath after her powerful climax. 

I was also excited at the thought that we were putting on a show, but I didn't know if anyone was actually watching as I had been concentrating on getting Linda off. I looked up from between her legs to the lights of the hotel rooms across the street. I saw the other couple we had seen earlier still going at it, oblivious to our joining them in the pursuit of sexual pleasure. However, I did see some people in a couple of other rooms who had noticed our activity. I saw two men in individual rooms and a couple in another room looking out at us. Linda also saw them and pointed out a fourth I had not seen.

I got more excited by all of the unexpected attention. Linda moved me closer to the windows and got down on her knees to take my hard cock into her mouth. I had been waiting for this moment ever since I first met her during the first couple of weeks on the job. Seeing my cock slip in and out of her mouth was almost enough to make me cum right then and there. What her tongue was doing to my cock was even more amazing. I looked over at the hotel and saw that the couple we had originally watched was doing the same thing we were. I told Linda to look over at the other couple and she took her mouth off my cock for a second to tell me that we were both doing the same thing.

Then she surprised me by saying, "Let's try to do what they are doing for as long as we can! It will be like a game!" 

I said it sounded like fun if she was up for it. Her response was returning to sucking my cock with additional enthusiasm. I was getting close to cumming, but Linda sensed my excitement and slowed down her movement. I figured that she was not going to let me cum unless she saw the guy in the hotel blow his load into his wife or girlfriend. I looked over again and unfortunately the guy appeared to have lots of staying power as they kept going at it.

Linda looked up, taking her lips off my cock and said, "You don't cum until he does. That's the rules of the game." 

I wanted to cum badly, but laughed and nodded, just enjoying the feel of a beautiful woman's lips surrounding my cock. My prick was as hard as I could ever remember it and it was not just the Cialis I had taken about an hour ago. I was definitely getting off on this exhibitionist game. Knowing that several strangers were watching us having sex and playing a copy cat game with another couple without them knowing it was turning out to be an aphrodisiac that I never imagined it could be.

I leaned back against the sofa as Linda continued to give me a slow, sensual blow job. She reached up to juggle my increasingly bloated balls with her fingertips. Because of the sexual teasing Linda was doing, they felt extra sensitive; like they were about to explode. Part of it was probably due to the fact that I had not had an orgasm in about a week, but I'm sure the majority of it was Linda's lips and tongue playing a symphony on my tool. Linda was definitely getting into this game and kept on bringing me close to orgasm before backing off again. She must have done this five or six times before I was close to begging her to get me off.

However, just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I looked over to the other couple in the hotel and saw that they had moved to the bed and were beginning to have sex. I tapped Linda on the shoulder and pointed to the hotel. She took notice and got up off her knees. I leaned down to give her a deep kiss. Her bright red lips that had been sucking on my cock for the last ten minutes were full and inviting. I snaked my tongue into her mouth and played with her tongue. She responded with equal enthusiasm and it was like an electrical current surged through our bodies.




Late Night at the Office



We were still playing the copy cat game and the other couple was doing more than just kissing. Because I didn't have a bed in my office, I maneuvered Linda over to the sofa and had her lay down on her back. Like the other couple, I moved my cock between her legs to take her missionary style. My cock slowly parted the lips of her pussy and easily slipped all the way in. She was still sopping wet from my pussy licking and her exhibitionist excitement. I began to fuck her slowly with a steady in and out motion. After a few minutes I picked up the pace a little by driving into her hard after slowly pulling all the way out. 

She seemed to like that, urging me on by saying, "Oh, yes, that's the spot. Fuck me hard with your big cock! Drive it into me deep! I want to feel all of you inside of me."

I didn't have to be told twice and I slammed my cock into her as hard as I could. That set Linda off on her second orgasm of the night. Her body began to shake and she pushed her pelvis up to meet my thrusts. I was getting close to cumming but when I looked up I saw the other couple had changed positions. The man had moved from the missionary position to fucking his wife/girlfriend from behind. 

I pulled out of Linda's pussy and she looked at me inquisitively, wondering why I was stopping. I nodded my head toward the hotel and said it was time to reposition. Because she was on her back she could not see what they were doing, so she had to crawl up on the couch to look over the back.

"You're getting good at this," she said with a giggle.

"I do enjoy playing, but I wish that guy was my age. I don't know how much longer I can last. Your pussy feels so good on my cock I'm about ready to explode!" I announced.

Linda just swung her hips in my direction, wiggling her magnificent ass right at my crotch. "OK, Baby, even if he doesn't take care of business across the street, I want you to fill my pussy with your sweet cum. I love being fucked from behind and I think our audience is enjoying the show almost as much as we enjoy being the show. This is so hot! I want you to fuck me good and hard!"

That was music to my ears and I wasted no time sticking my hard cock back into her pussy. The guy across the street was pounding his woman hard and that is exactly what I was going to try to duplicate. Both Linda and I looked over at the hotel to see even more people had joined in being a voyeur. While I started fucking Linda as hard as I could, some of the people gave us a thumbs up and one actually gave us some applause.

That was even more of a turn on for my new found exhibitionist feelings. I began to screw Linda with everything I had. She had to hold on to the back of the sofa with all of her strength to brace against my assault. If my cock had been long enough, I wanted to fuck her so hard that it would come out of her mouth at the other end. Her ass was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, let alone fucked, and I was actually fucking it to an appreciative audience. 

I looked over to the other couple and saw the man tense up as he was apparently shooting his load into his girl's pussy. Although Linda had said that I was free to cum any time, I felt good knowing that we were still playing by the rules of our game. I increased the pace of my thrusts and Linda urged me on.

"Fill me with your cum! I love your cock deep inside me! Fuck my like the stud across the street in fucking his girl." She cried.

That's all I needed to hear. I slammed into her pussy with all my strength, sending Linda into yet another orgasm. Her orgasm brought me over the edge and my aching balls let go for all they were worth. I could actually feel them pulling up to shoot stream after stream of cum deep into Linda's pussy. After what seemed like an eternity, I slumped over Linda's back in exhaustion. She turned her head and gave me a kiss.

As we caught our breath she told me, "That was the best sex I have ever had. If I had known how much of a turn on it was to do it in front of other people, I would have done it a lot sooner." 

I responded with a sigh of appreciation. "That was pretty intense for me too. I'm sure I haven't cum that hard for a long, long time. I think you have sucked every ounce of cum out of my balls!" I was not kidding about that last comment as my balls actually ached from cumming so hard. 

Both of us were ready to rest for a while, but we looked over at the hotel to see what our audience thought about our performance. Apparently, they appreciated our efforts since three of the men were giving us a thumbs up while two others where applauding. One of the couples that had been watching was obviously turned on by us since they were in the process of undressing while trying to kiss.

When we looked over at the original couple we were trying to copy, we were surprised to see that they were not just resting like us. The man was on his back on the bed and his wife/girlfriend was crouching over his head so he could lick her pussy. I looked over at Linda who smiled and said, "Well, I guess we have more to do in our copy cat game."

I wasn't sure about this, but I had agreed to play the game and Linda obviously wanted to continue. I pulled my softening cock out of her pussy and Linda stepped back so I could lie down on the sofa. My head was closest to the windows and Linda climbed over my head with the front of her body facing directly toward the glass. 

The people at the hotel had a perfect view of her as she sat on my face. Linda straddled my face and I could see that her pussy was covered with cum and her juices. Her bush was matted down with our combined moisture making it easier to see her pussy. She sat down on my mouth and started to grind her crotch on my face. I stuck out my tongue to try to reach her clit and as soon as I did, she responded with a squeal of approval. 

"Oh, yes, that's it! I want your tongue inside me! Work that tongue up there all the way!"

I really didn't have much choice. She was directly above me and her thighs pressed firmly on either side of my face. As I licked her pussy, the combined juices of our love making was starting to leak down into my mouth. It was the first time I had ever tasted my own cum. I had obviously eaten a lot of pussy in my life, but this was different from anything I had ever tasted before.

It was a little more tart than normal pussy juice and I could only assume it was due to my cum mixed in. Linda was getting more and more excited from my licking and it seemed like this was causing more of my cum to flow out of her pussy. I knew that I had cum a lot and now I was realizing exactly how much cum I had deposited inside her. I could feel globs of cream seep down onto my tongue. I didn't know what else to do except swallow. 

Linda was definitely getting into it now. She cried out, "This is so hot! No one has ever eaten out my pussy after fucking me! I love how it feels to have your tongue lick my pussy after I have had an orgasm. If you keep this up you're going to make me cum again. I hope you like the taste of your cum because I have you were I want you and I'm not going to let you go for a while!"

She then leaned forward to make sure her clit got direct contact with my tongue. Her clit was even harder than it was when I had licked it earlier. I started to lick and push my tongue onto it as hard as I could. Linda appeared to like the added pressure and began to shake in what I now recognized as a prelude to another orgasm. She continued to grind her pussy onto my face even faster and her pussy began to leak more of our combined juices.

I reached up with my hands and grabbed her ass cheeks to try to limit her grinding. I figured if I could keep more direct contact on her clit, it would get her off even better. She was obviously very excited and gentle stimulation was not what she wanted. Even though I had just cum very hard, Linda's increasing excitement and the knowledge that we were still being watched caused my dick to start getting hard again. 

Normally it would take me longer to recover, but this was a highly charged sexual atmosphere and I assumed that the Cialis I had taken earlier was still pitching in a little. Whatever the reason, Linda was getting closer to yet another orgasm and I was getting ready to fuck her again.

I decided to try sucking on her clit while licking it as hard as I could. Apparently that was exactly what Linda wanted and she pushed her pussy even harder onto my face and yelled out, "Oh, God¸ don't stop! Lick that pussy harder and make me cum! Everyone can see us and I love it."

With that additional encouragement, I reached abound and started playing with her asshole. The whole area was already soaking wet and my middle finger slid into her ass easily. Apparently that was the last ingredient needed to set off another big orgasm. Her body tensed up again and started to shake in a manner I was becoming more familiar with. Again, my face was sprayed with another flood of pussy juice. As Linda came down from her orgasm, she slid down my body and I was able to hold her in my arms. I wasn't sure if Linda was up for anther round, but my cock sure wanted to try. I grabbed my cock and started to rub it along the slit of her pussy to let her know I was ready. I guess her clit was a little sensitive from all the attention because she pulled back a little when the head of my cock touched it. 

"Oh, Baby, give me a minute to recover and I'll take care of that big hard cock again! I don't think I have ever cum this hard or this often and you are wearing me out!"

Linda was lying on top of me and looked up to see what the other couple we were mimicking was doing. I knew that something was going on by her facial expression which held the classic look of surprise. 

"Oh, God, you have to look at what they are doing across the street! These are some of the horniest people in the world. They obviously aren't done, so I guess neither are we." She exclaimed.

I rolled over and strained my neck to see what she was talking about. Given the condition of my cock, I was pleased to see that the man was also still horny and had decided to take his girl from behind. She was laying flat on the bed and he was presumably fucking her in the ass. 

I asked Linda, "Are they doing what I think they are doing?"

Linda chuckled and said, "I think we need to continue the game and it looks like your hard cock is going to get to go where your finger has just been."

If I hadn't been turned on by everything that had taken place already, the thought of fucking Linda's tight asshole was almost more than I could imagine. Her legs and ass were what had first attracted me to her and now, thanks to a kinky game and a couple of strangers, I was going to fuck her ass the very first time we had sex. I was definitely up to the next part of our game and eternally grateful to the anonymous horny couple across the street for making it possible.

I got up and Linda stretched out on the sofa to get ready for the next stage of our kinky game. I figured that now was a good time for a little payback for what I had done for her and I moved to the end of the sofa to feed my hard cock to her mouth. She looked at me wondering why I just didn't fuck her.

"Honey, I want you to get me even harder and nice and wet so I can slide in easy," I explained.

She didn't object and opened her lips to suck me in. She ran her tongue along the underside of my cock, right along the vein that would soon be pumping another load of cum into her ass. It felt great and I started to rock my hips to fuck her mouth. I wanted to be in control just like she had done earlier and I grabbed her head so I could control the fucking.

I pushed all seven inches of my cock into her mouth and down her throat. I don't think she was expecting me to be so aggressive and she choked as I forced her deep throat my shaft. As I pulled out, she caught her breath and I pushed it back in again. This time she was ready for the onslaught and I slid down her throat easily. I would find out later that I was not the first or the biggest cock she had deep-throated, but that is another story. After fucking her face for a few minutes, I was ready to fuck her ass.

Linda leaned forward on the sofa, shoving her ass into the air to give me better access. Her saliva had me wet and I was rock hard from her blow job. I got around behind her and aimed my cock at her puckered rosebud. I slowly eased myself in to let her adjust gradually. I slid in quite easily since she was still loosened up from our previous session, but it was a lot tighter than her pussy had been.

It felt wonderful, and I began to slowly pump in and out, savoring every second. I was very excited and quickly picked up the pace. As I put more of my weight up against her ass, she lay down flat on the sofa. This allowed me to fuck her as hard and fast as I wanted, and I wanted to fuck her really hard. She had ground her pussy pretty hard on my mouth earlier so I figured I had free rein to do what I wanted. I was in a sexual trance, fucking the ass I had only dreamed of for months and there was no turning back.

I slammed into her hard, forcing her into the cushions of the sofa. Surprisingly, she seemed to be enjoying it so I let myself go. Normally, I am a pretty considerate lover, but this was pure lust and I couldn't hold back. After nine or ten minutes of fucking, I felt my orgasm start to build and my balls started to draw up in anticipation of cumming.

Within seconds, I drove into her ass one last time and started to shoot another load of cum into the gorgeous ass of this incredibly sexy woman. Just like the last time, it felt like every ounce of cum inside my balls was being pumped out. I must have spasmed at least eight or nine times before I collapsed on top of Linda. 

After a few minutes I pulled my deflating cock out of Linda's ass. Both of us turned on our sides and passionately kissed each other. I don't think I have ever felt more sexually connected to someone else as I did at that moment. We both looked across the street to the other couple's room and were relieved that they were also finally done. I don't know about Linda, but I was definitely done for the night. 

Linda spoke first, "I can't believe what we just did. I've never felt so alive and so sexually satisfied in my life!"

I concurred, "That was incredible. The whole voyeurism and exhibitionist experience was beyond anything I ever imagined. That and fucking your magnificent ass was amazing. You do know that your legs and ass are the most beautiful I have ever seen?"

Linda blushed a little and thanked me for the complement. We both got up and went to the windows to close the drapes of the office. As we pulled them closed in the middle we waved to the people across the street and smiled, knowing that we had given a little sexual excitement to what they thought was going to be another boring night.

Linda and I both got dressed so we could go home. I noticed that Linda did not put on her panty hose. She put the hose in her purse and said, "I want to feel your cum running down my legs as I walk to my car."

With that, she packed up her work things and headed for the door of my office. Before she reached for the knob, she turned back to me and said, "Give me a call if you would like to see me again outside the office. I'm pretty sure I would be available over the weekend and maybe we can have a normal first date."

I told her I would definitely call and looked forward to seeing her again without sharing her with others.

Linda walked out of the office to the bank of elevators in the middle of the floor. I noticed a stream of my cum that had obviously seeped out of her ass running down her right leg and smiled, knowing she had wanted that to happen. I also noticed that the cleaning staff had arrived and were all looking at Linda. I couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking as this beautiful woman, with her hair mussed up and cum dripping down her leg, walked by them.

I knew that they could never fully imagine what had taken place over the last couple of hours. I know that I will never forget that night and the next couple of months that I dated this fascinating woman...



Late Night at the Office



At first I did not think working in a book store would be quite so interesting. I love reading, and was excited when I got a position in the store, and then I met my boss, and I nearly gasped in pleasure when I saw him. He was tall, with a strong built, very sexy black hair and beautiful brown eyes. "Good morning Cassie, my name is Carlos Carvalho, I am very excited to have you on our team," he said with a sexy Portuguese accent. When his eyes lingered on mines an extra couple of seconds, I knew he thought I was hot. With my tall slim body with curves in all the right places, smooth dark skin and perky tits I attracted a lot of male attention. However I think my sexy round ass was one of my best features and judging by the way I got him staring at it, he seemed to think so too! 

I immensely enjoyed teasing him, knowing that he was powerless to my advances. Occasionally I would bend over slowly to give him a nice view of my round black ass as I picked up a book that I 'accidently' dropped; when I knew he was behind me and was enjoying the view. 

The days went by at work and the sexual tension between us grew stronger and stronger. I longed for Carlos to take me on top of his desk one day at work. We would talk during work, and I would notice him looking intently at my full lips, probably imaging how good they would feel around his thick white cock. The thought of fucking my boss was naughty and illicit I would start to get wet just imaging Carlos taking me roughly on his desk. I finally decided that today was the day I would finally have Carlos inside of me. 

As everyone left for the day, I told my boss there was something I needed to talk to him about. "Sure, let's go in my office," he replied. As we entered his office I locked the door behind us. Click. He looked at me expectantly. "Why did you lock the door?" he asked. 

"I don't want us to be disturbed when I go down on you," I answered. With that he quickly kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he ferociously kissed my lips, before slowly and gently kissing my neck and then shoulders. His kisses felt so good, so manly yet delicate. He was still kissing me as he unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my red see-through bra, my dark nipples clearly visible through them. He reached down and flicked my nipples through my bra, making them instantly erect. 

"You have such amazing tits. So nice and perky, a lovely handful and such dark nipples which I long to suck on." Judging from the increasing bulge in his pants, I could tell that he really liked my breast. I slowly undid my bra for him, seductively taking off one strap, then the other, before finally releasing my plump breasts. 

I told Carlos to sit down on his chair, and I straddled him, wrapping my thick thighs around his strong legs. My breasts were perfectly positioned in front of his face, and Carlos wasted no time cupping my tits and then slowly using his tongue to draw circles around my right nipple, then left. I moaned in pleasure as his tantalizing tongue worked its magic on my tits. I leaned my head back; and arched my back, giving him better access to my dark tits. He bit down on my nipple causing a painful yet wonderful sensation. I felt my pussy moisten as I was getting more and more turned on.

"I need you inside of me," I whispered in his ear. 

"Yes, baby," he replied. We stood up and I unbuckled his belt, slowly lowered his zipper and got on my knees before taking off his pants. I could see the thick outline of his cock against his boxers, straining to break free. I happily released his dick from its constrain and watched it pop free right in front of my mouth. I ran my tongue lightly down the length of his 7 inch cock, and then back up again before finally taking his cock head in my mouth. I heard his gasp of pleasure as he grabbed my hair and ran his fingers through it, really getting into the moment. As I lowered my mouth unto his cock, I ran my tongue around the tip of his cock, I could feel his dick twitch in my mouth and I knew he was enjoying my blowjob! I started to deep-throat him, taking the entire 7 inch length of his dick in my mouth, moaning as I did so. 

He started face fucking me, grabbing the back of my head and pushing it onto his dick as I continued to blow him. "Oh baby I'm about to cum!" He exclaimed as I felt his body tense and he buried his cock deep in my mouth shooting his thick white load down my throat, I caught ever bit of it in my mouth. 

"Wow! You were amazing!" He said, as I licked my lips and smiled up at him. 

"I am glad you enjoyed it," I replied as I started to finish undressing. He was watching me intently as I slipped off my skirt revealing my long legs and thigh-high stockings with suspenders and my black high heels. I could see his cock getting hard again as I finally took off my panties, revealing my nice shaved wet pussy. The sight of my pussy sent him wild! He walked over to me, bent me over his desk and spread my legs. He gave my round ass as smack before he slipped his finger in my wet snatch. My pussy juices was dripping all over his fingers, I was so turned on, I begged him to put two fingers in and he did, hitting my g-spot over and over. I couldn't take it anymore and I begged Carlos to fuck me. He placed his cock head at the entrance of my wet pussy, teasing me mercilessly.

"Please fuck me," I begged. He smacked my ass hard and told me he was in charge, and would do what he wants when he wants! I moaned when I heard that, I loved being dominated. 

He grabbed my tits and leant over to whisper in my ear, "I hope your cunt is ready for this big cock." 

I braced myself as he entered my dripping wet pussy, sliding his cock in and out slowly at first, before picking up speed. He pulled my hair as he started really pounding my wet snatch, I could feel the orgasm build up in me, I was so fucking turned on. I reached down to play with my clit as he continued to fucking me, pulling my hair back and whispering in my ear what a naughty girl I was. I did feel so naughty then, legs spread whilst my boss fucked me from behind. The sensation was driving me wild as I continued to use my fingers to get myself off. 

"Oh My Gosh, I'm going to cum!" I shouted as I felt my body release wave after wave of pleasure. After my intense orgasm he took his cock out of my pussy and I could see me creamy pussy juice coating his entire cock. He looked at me and told me to lick it off. I got on my knees and licked my creamy juices off his cock. 

When I was done I got up and started to get dress, when I turned around I noticed he had his phone in his hand. "Who are you calling?" I inquired. 

"You are such a good fuck, I couldn't keep you to myself." He told me. 

"My friend Paul will be here in 10 minutes and we are going to stretch that nice tight pussy out." I felt my snatch getting wet again when he told me that. I couldn't wait until round 2!



Late Night at the Office



Natalie and Pam found themselves working late one Friday night in order to catch up with some tasks that absolutely had to be completed by Monday morning. So rather than come back in over the weekend the two women decided to stay as long as it took tonight.

Natalie was a 27-year old beauty with long dark hair, a firm body with large, firm boobs. While totally satisfied with her own body, she often caught herself looking over to Pam. Pam was a tall attractive girl, with shoulder length blond hair and a stacked 38-DD bust that caught the attention of men everywhere she went. Natalie knew that Pam was very outgoing from their conversations. Once she had even caught a glance up Pam's skirt while she had been leaning over to check a file cabinet. Natalie was surprised to discover that her friend was wearing no panties and had a shaved pussy. Natalie sported a neatly trimmed "Brazilian" shave over her own pussy.

While the two girls were hard at work, the rear door to the building was being forced open by three men, intent on burglarizing the building. All three men are in their early twenties. Two of them men are normal sized, not unattractive. One with short blond hair and fair features while the other has long brown hair and a large nose. The third stands nearly 6'4" and is heavyset, but not overweight. They sneak through the building like they are no strangers to this sort of thing. Unaware that they are not alone.

They split up seeking valuables to pilfer. After several minutes the blond man meets up with the other two. "Shit, guys. There's two women upstairs."

"Aw fuck, man." The longhaired guy complains. "We need to get in there or this is a waste."

The tall man motions for silence. "We can always tie them up."

"Good idea, Roger." The blond says. "Find some rope or something."

A quick search nets them no rope. But the blond takes several power cables and phone lines from some office equipment that should do the trick. Then they silently make their way up the stairs.

"Hey, Randy," Roger whispers. "Are they good looking?"

"Sure are," Randy replies. "And big titted too."

"Then maybe we can have a little fun while we're at it."

Back in the office Natalie and Pam continue working, unaware of the three approaching men. Their work comes to a halt as the door flies open allowing the intruders into the room. Natalie jumps first but is quickly grabbed and shoved to the floor by Roger, the tallest and more powerful of the three. Pam tries to escape by rounding her desk. Randy pursues her as she makes her break, but Nick, the long haired man, jumps in front of her and wraps his arms around her then traps her struggling body between Randy and himself.

Natalie remains pinned beneath Roger as she watches the other two men shove Pam back into her chair and begin tying her up with phone cord. As Nick binds her legs he calls out, "Shit, guys. This bitch ain't got no panties on! Look at that bald beaver!"

Pam blushes in shame as her pussy is exposed to their view.

Once secured, they grab Natalie and tie her in her chair as well. 

"Listen ladies," Randy says, "Don't make a sound and nobody gets hurt. All we want is to rob the place. We didn't know anyone was here."

Natalie and Pam both sit silently, helpless to do anything else, while the three men ransack the office. Like the men, Natalie finds herself often looking at Pam's exposed pussy. And feeling grateful that she wore slacks to work today.

Roger and Randy leave Nick to watch after their captives while they search the other offices on the floor. Nick quickly searches the room looking for anything of value to throw into his sack. The makes his way back to the desks where Natalie and Pam are helplessly bound.

"Man, look at those titties." Nick says, running his palm over Pam's bountiful bosom. 

"Don't touch me!" Pam cries out.

"Now that ain't no way to be," Nick snaps, grabbing her left breast and squeezing until Pam lets out a cry of pain.

Nick unbuttons Pam's blouse while she struggles in vain. Once open he spreads the material apart and begins fondling her bra-covered boobs. Then he pulls out a pocketknife and cuts the bra. Once freed, her bosom springs out. The cool air causes her nipples to grow erect, much to Nick's delight. Pam cries out as he leans forward and begins sucking, first one, then the other nipples. "I just gotta fuck you baby." Nick says as he stands and starts undoing his pants.

"No, please don't!" Pam cries out. But Nick ignores her please. He drops his pants and boxers. Pam sees his 8-inch rod standing fully erect. As Pam struggles, Nick slides her hips forward in the chair. He already exposed pussy makes an easy target for him. Pam cries out in protest as the head of his cock rubs her bald cunt-lips. Nick slowly presses the head between her lips a couple times, then rams his took deep inside her. Pam screams in rage as he begins raping her. Pounding furiously while mawing her helpless boobs.

Natalie watches her co-workers rape with a mixture of emotions. She is terrified that she too will face the same fate. But deep inside she also feels some sense of enjoyment at watching the show before her. Much to her surprise she feels her own pussy starting to moisten while watching Pam get fucked before her.

Pam strains to free her wrists to no avail. All she can do is remain pinned in her chair while getting rammed repeatedly by this thug. While Pam had always been pretty liberal in her sex life, she never thought she would be taken against her will like this. And worse, in view of her friend and co-worker. Pam didn't know which was worse, the rape or the humiliation?

Nick was banging Pam's pussy, trying to make sure that every bit drove deep into her belly. Pam jerked more than once as his head smashed into her cervix. While she was hoping that he would get this over with soon Nick had other ideas. Just when his pace would bring him close to climax he would slow up, taking long measured thrust. Each time he did so Pam would cringe knowing that her agony had been prolonged yet again. 

Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse the door opened and Roger and Randy returned for their search of the adjoining offices. "What the fuck is going on in here?" Randy said as he walked in on the rape in progress.

Pam knew that she must be red from head to toe as the two men watched her being ravaged. Then she saw the gleam in their eyes and knew that this rape was going to turn into a gangbang.

Natalie too realized what was about to happen. And while already turned on, she did not want to be taken by these men.

Nick rammed Pam's pussy a few more times then withdrew completely. Pam had not felt him cum and wondered what was up. "I want those titties." He explained, straddling the arms of the chair. Nick laid his wet cock between her massive tits and used his hands to squeeze them together around his shaft. Then began pumping her boobs. Pam looked down, seeing the purple head of his cock pop in and out of view. She heard Nick exhale and saw the first wad of his cum launch out, striking her in the face. Wad after wad erupted onto her neck and chin as he continued to fuck her tits. She felt the warm sticky fluid dripping down her cheeks and wondered how she must look all coated in his jism.

While Nick was finishing up with Pam, Roger was fondling Natalie. Natalie struggled against his groping but could not pull her eyes away from the scene before her as she watched Pam getting tit fucked. 

Nick stepped away from Pam and was replaced by Randy. His thick cock was barely 7 inches, but was wider. Randy shoved his dick into Pam's face, demanding that she suck it. Pam resisted, but he pressed it against her lips, refusing to be denied. Pam opened her mouth and took his cock. She tried sucking but Randy grabbed her head and began fucking her face.

As Randy took his turn Roger and Nick began untying Natalie. She struggled as they began tearing her clothing from her body. Soon they had her totally naked. While Pam had tits to die for, Natalie had a perfect body. Her tits, while smaller than Pam's, were large and firm. Her body well toned. Both men knew that they had to have her.

Pam fought as they pulled her on her back over the desk. Nick held her in place while Roger began slapping her thighs with his 9-inch dick. The Natalie felt him pressing his head between her lips. Unlike Nick, he slowly inserted it in her. "Damn, this bitch is wet!" He exclaimed. Natalie blushed. While struggling against this attack, she could feel her pussy welcoming Roger's cock. While her mind did not want this, she realized quickly that she was going to enjoy every minute of it. Nick lowered her head over the other side of the desk and pressed his hardening cock into her face. Natalie opened her mouth and let him insert it. She could taste Pam's juices on his cock. Natalie became lost as the rods began filling her from both ends. Roger's cock rammed deep inside her while Nick buried himself down her throat, his hairy balls slapping her eyes.

Randy continued fucking Pam's face. He squeezes her tits as he shoved his meat down her throat. Pam feels his cock swelling. Hears his breaths become quicker. She wants to pull away but his other hand holds her head firmly in place. "Ahhhhhh" Randy moans with delight. Pam feels his cum spurt into the back of her throat. The warm saltiness makes her want to gag. She is forced to swallow every drop as he spews into her mouth. 

Natalie is surprised as she finds herself succumbing to the twin poking she is receiving. Her body comes alive as Roger's cock fills her insides. She sucks greedily on Nick's tool, wanting him to fill her mouth with his seed. She feels Roger's pace increase and her hips match his pace. But she realized with some regret that he is going to finish too soon for her. Then he explodes in her pussy and withdraws from her.

When Roger pulls out Nick pulls his throbbing cock from her mouth and comes around the desk. "Yes" she silently mutters as he replaces Roger in her waiting cunt. Natalie bites her lip to keep from moaning in delight as he slams his cock into her. 

Roger moves over to where Pam is still bound and forces her to lick his cock clean of Natalie's juices. As she does so his erection returns. Pam fears that she can't contain his entire length in her mouth but Roger forces her to do so. As she begins sucking him Randy gets on his knees and begins licking her pussy. Pam spasms as his tongue flicks across her clit. He eats her muff with great skill, causing her to momentarily forget about the fact that she is being raped. She sucks on the cock in her mouth while her body begins to enjoy the tongue between her legs. She hears Natalie being fucked and her mind starts to give way to lust. 

Natalie has long since given way to passion. She matches Nick thrust for thrust as he slams his cock into her. She feels her orgasm growing closer and closer. Nick begins pumping her faster. Then he fills her pussy with cum, pulling out before she has reached her own climax. She lay still, waiting for the next cock to fill her, hoping that it will bring her a much-needed orgasm.

Pam's mind races as she feels her pussy coming alive. She does her best to take as much of Roger's cock into her mouth as possible, as her inner stirrings take control of her body. A muffled cry escapes her mouth as her orgasm overwhelms her and Pam can't believe that she is getting off on this rape.

Natalie hears Pam's stifled cry and knows instantly that her friend is having an orgasm and she catches herself feeling resentful of her friend's climax.

As Pam's orgasm continues she almost fails to realize that Roger has begun cumming in her mouth. Only as she begins choking does she begin swallowing to avoid drowning in semen.

Finished with forcing Pam to climax, Randy gets up and grabs Natalie. "Well, it looks like we have one more pussy to get off."

"Why not make her friend do it for her." Nick suggested.

"Good idea." Randy replies. 

"Wh-what do you mean?" Natalie asks.

"Why we're going to let your friend eat that pretty pussy of yours."

"Noooo!" Pam cries out.

Roger and Nick begin untying Pam. While they are busy Nick grabs Natalie and sits in the chair. He forces her to sit in his lap. But while doing so he presses the head of his dick against her asshole. "No!" Natalie cries. But Randy holds her hips tightly and slowly pulls her back. His cockhead presses against her well-lubed anal ring and begins forcing its way inside. Natalie gasps as she feels his manhood breaking into her rear. The head burst through then Nick pulls her hips back, forcing her to fall into his lap, slamming his entire rod into her butt. The pain fills her to the core. 

Roger and Nick force Pam to her knees, shoving her head between Natalie's legs. Natalie looks as Pam's pretty face is forced against her soaking pussy lips. She had often wondered what it would be like to be licked by a girl and now she was about to find out. She was surprised by the fact that she was actually looking forward to this. 

"Eat her pussy, bitch!" Roger ordered. Pam began licking slowly. As her tongue found Natalie's swollen clit Natalie began humping against her face, feeling the cock in her ass sliding in and out. 

Roger got down behind Pam and shoved his massive cock into her pussy. Feeling him press deeper than anyone had ever been before she lost control and began licking her friend faster.

Natalie watched Pam's face, enjoying every moment of her first lesbian experience. The cock in her ass only helped to increase the sensations. Her head was turned to the side where she found Nick's cock waiting. She took him into her mouth and began sucking. Natalie was bucking up and down on the cock in her ass. While Pam continued eating her pussy. She lost all control as her long awaited orgasm finally hit. Pam felt Natalie's juices running down her cheeks and felt disgust wash over her knowing that her friend was cumming as a result of her licking. But those feelings were soon lost as Roger's prick brought her to her second orgasm. She welcomed the climax and renewed her licking, knowing that she would soon bring Natalie to another orgasm.

Randy couldn't hold back, seeing the two girls climax together was all it took and he unleashed his seed into Natalie's ass. Natalie felt him spewing inside her just as her next orgasm hit. At the same time Nick came in her mouth. Roger increased his speed and he filled Pam's pussy with his own cum.

Nick and Roger pulled away, then lifted Natalie off Randy. The men were totally satisfied after repeatedly raping the two office girls. Natalie fell to the floor, exhausted but satisfied in a way she never expected. Pam remained kneeling on the floor. Still not believing that she had just gone down on another woman, much less her friend and co-worker. And ashamed to admit that she had enjoyed her rape. 

The two girls were bound with their hands behind their backs and left lying naked on the floor as the three men took their stolen goods and fled. 

"Of fuck, how long will we be stuck like this?" Pam asked.

Natalie looked to the clock, it was close to 9:00 PM. "Not long, but that's not the worse part." She replied.

"What is?" Pam asked.

"The cleaning crew will be here in another hour. I've seen those guys, God only knows what they'll do when they find us like this..."



Late Night At The Office



Joel pushed his hair back off his forehead and sighed aloud. Looking at the clock he saw it was 5 to nine. His wife Becks was going to go mad. This was the third late night he'd put in at the office this week, and she'd already expressed her disgust over it. She even accused him of having an affair. He wished he had time for that! He was as horny as hell, but the late nights combined with his wife being so pissed off at him, had meant he had gone without sex for several days. And he wasn't at all thrilled about it. In fact, he was working so hard he didn't even have time for a quick wank, and the pressure building inside of him meant that pretty soon something had to give.

Turning back to his computer, Joel began to go about his work again. Somehow the figures on the latest account didn't add up, and it was up to him to fix the damn thing. It wasn't even his doing; some young incompetent had been working on this account and didn't know what the fuck he was doing. Fresh out of college with some fancy degree obviously was not a license to think you know it all!

Muttering to himself about the general ignorance of some people, he continued to enter and re-enter the information, until finally he thought he'd made some headway.

Another half hour had passed when Joel began to feel the all too familiar fatigue of over working. He stood from his desk and wandered around his office, and then made his way down the hall to get a coffee from the machine. Yes, the coffee was shit but anything was better than nothing he guessed. Walking back towards his office he noticed that another light glowed in the office. Several doors down from Joel's office, Rob was also fixing mistakes done by the young newcomer. Joel decided to go down and have a catch up with him before he got back to his work. Checking his watch he saw it was now after 9.45 p m, and guessed he wouldn't get home until well after 11. 

"Oh fuck it all," Joel's phone began to ring just as he was passing his office door. The chat with Rob would just have to wait. He knew it would be Becks on the other end, and hesitated before answering not wanting to listen to her ranting about his working hours.

"Hello Baby," Becks sweet low voice came through the phone. "Thank god she's not yelling," he thought. "What's up babe?"

Becks laughed her delicious throaty laugh. "I was just about to go to bed and thought I'd ring and say goodnight. But I can't stop thinking about you…and you're gorgeous cock. Can you come home now? I'm so wet for you baby."

Joel's cock immediately tightened as he listened to his wife. "I can't babe. I can't get away."

"Fine then, it's your loss." And with that Becks slammed the phone down. Joel slumped in his chair, his cock now standing at full attention. He just wanted to leave the work and go home and fuck his beautiful wife, but he also knew that if he didn't get this work done, he'd be paying for it for weeks.

Joel heard the elevator doors slam shut and guessed that Rob had finished up for the night. So much for the company, he thought, and turned back again to his work. The sooner he got it done the sooner he got home. And maybe, just maybe, Becks would still be up for a little play when he got home.

Engrossed in his work, Joel thought he was imagining it when he heard a woman's giggle come from down the hall. He looked up and stared out his door, half shaking his head at what he had heard. As he reached across his desk for the last financial statement, he heard the giggle again. His curiosity roused, Joel got up and moved to his door to establish just who it was giggling. He saw Rob's light still on, and while he had the feeling he really shouldn't, decided to go up and see what exactly Rob was up to. But as he neared the office he heard Rob saying, "Go on give me a peek of you titties."

Joel's cock stiffened again. What the hell was happening? And when he heard the mystery giggler reply, he knew immediately who Rob was talking to. The dirty bastard was propositioning the cleaner!

Juliette had begun cleaning about a month ago, and both Rob and Joel had discussed her quite frequently over their morning coffees. She was young, a college student trying to earn a bit of extra cash to keep her going. She was really quite attractive, not in the supermodel sense of the word, but there was definitely something about her. She had short brown hair, and big doe eyes. And impressive set of tits that continually seemed to strain against the pinafore she wore.

Joel stood just outside Rob's door, and listened as Rob became more brazen in his attempts to seduce the pretty young cleaner.

"I bet you've got a shaved pussy, Juliette. And I bet you love it to be licked…really slowly…up and down." Juliette continued giggling at Rob. She obviously wasn't taking offence to anything that Rob was saying, in fact it was rather apparent she as loving it!

"If I showed you, would it shut you up? I DO have work to do." There was a playful lilt to her voice, and Joel ached to be in the room to catch a glimpse of her pussy as she showed it to Rob. His cock strained against his trousers as he heard her rustling beneath her pinafore and unbuckling her jeans.

He heard Rob let out a whimper as he guessed the luscious pussy came into view. Rob begged for her to come closer. "Let me touch," he pleaded, but Juliette laughed and told him now to leave her to her work. Joel could resist looking no more, and decided to peek through the door. What he saw made his cock twitch, and he felt a dribble of cum seep from his head. Juliette had gone back to work, but had left her jeans in a pile on the floor. As she reached to dust the bookshelves behind Rob's desk her pinafore crept up revealing the creamy flesh of her buttocks. Rob had released his cock from his pants and was stroking it slowly as the cleaner stretched in front of him displaying her ass in all it's glory. Rob's member was huge, the largest the Joel had ever seen, and was twitching as Rob's hand pumped slowly up and down the wide shaft.

"I can smell your cunt Juliette," he whispered, and Juliette looked over her shoulder with a sly grin on her face. She dropped her dusting cloth, and ever so slowly reached down to retrieve it. As she did, she wiggled her ass a little and her pussy was fully on display. She leaned further, and Joel watched in amazement as a small amount of juice squirted from her pussy. Joel let out a moan, and with that his cover was blown.

Juliette blushed profusely as she scrambled for her jeans. Rob laughed loudly, cock still in hand, and asked Joel to join in.

"Leave your pants off honey. Let my friend here see what you look like"

"I am sure he's seen enough. Just how long have you been watching?" The cleaner glared at Joel.

He cleared his throat, and suddenly felt as uncomfortable as she looked. Rob was still stroking his cock, a huge grin on his face. "Don't play shy with us honey. It's a bit late for that."

Juliette was still struggling to put on her pants, when Rob grabbed her. "The party's just starting," he leered.

And with that the atmosphere in the room had changed. Joel sensed that Rob wasn't going to let the girl go, and her huge eyes relayed her fear. He knew he shouldn't be at all aroused now by what was going on, but still could not ignore the raging hard on he had from watching the earlier antics between the two.

"What do you say Joel? Should we teach this little slut a lesson? Teach her that teasing two horny men is just not on?"

"Yeah I think we should. Juliette leave your jeans off, and while your at it off with that pinafore." Joel couldn't believe what he was saying but it seemed now that it was out of his control and all he wanted was to shove his cock into not so eager pussy of the young cleaner.

Rob grabbed her roughly and sat her in his chair. He began to rub his cock over her face. At first she turned away, but in time she began to open her mouth slightly and allow his huge cock to brush over lips. "She's loving it!" Rob laughed, and continued rubbing his member over her face. 

Joel could not control himself anymore, and unbuckling his pants he let his cock free. He too wanted in on the action, so stood on the other side of the cleaner, but rubbed his cock between her tits. "Spit on him," Rob ordered. And Juliette let her saliva dribble down onto Joel's penis, creating the perfect lubrication.

Juliette was moving around in the chair, and the pleasure she was experiencing was obvious with the small moans she intermittently let out. Rob took this as an invitation, and pushing Joel to the side, he drew her legs up and positioned himself ready to delve into her juicy hole.

Juliette began to protest at the sheer size of Rob's cock, but he ignored her as pushed inch by inch into her. He finally had it all the way in stuffed her full right up to his balls, and he began to pump her slowly. Pulling his monster almost out of her hole and then ramming in right back in. Each time he re-entered her she would gasp, but thrust her hips towards him.

Joel stood watching mesmerised by it all, but also feeling a little left out. He was unsure what to do, but it was Juliette who made the next suggestion. "Bring you cock over here, and let me suck it for you."

Joel did not wait for a second invitation, and as the girl's lips wrapped around the head of his cock, he nearly blew is load straight down her throat.

With great fervour, Juliette suckled at Joel's cock, her tongue occasionally flicking quickly over the head of his penis. Joel moaned in absolute pleasure, while the girl groaned and kept at her furious sucking. Rob's cock was still pounding her; he was grunting obscenities about her wet hole, while filling her with his huge dick. It wasn't long before he felt the familiar rising of his cum, and as he built to a crescendo he pulled his cock out and saturated her pussy and thighs with a huge load. This sight proved too much for Joel. He began pumping Juliette's lips and felt his cum begin spilling into her mouth. She did not miss a beat and continued to suck him, allowing part of his load to drool from the corners of her mouth.

"I want you in my cunt now, Joel." She spread her legs wider for him to enter her, Rob's sediment still trickling from her thighs. Joel's cock immediately hardened again, surprising him, as the gorgeous little slut with cum dripping from her cunt and mouth pleaded with him to enter her. She pushed him onto Rob's desk and positioned herself over Joel's member. Slowly easing down into his cock, she groaned softly as she bore down on him and allowed his cock to enter her. While the two pumped away on his desk, Rob was stroking his still flaccid member and watching on in amusement. 

"My tits Rob," she smiled. "They're all alone!"

Rob moved behind the horny bitch and began to fondle her breasts from behind. His hands roved all over her body while Joel was fucking her. He began to tickle her clit with one hand while the other caressed her buttocks. Rob let his hand slip, and Joel gasped as felt his colleague's hand on his balls.

Joel's head was spinning. It was all too much for him, but as Rob went to move his hand away, Joel protested saying how good it felt. Rob did not need to be told again, and began to stroke and squeeze his friend's balls. With a gorgeous girl on his cock, and his balls being massaged, he knew that he could not hold off from blowing his load soon. But he didn't want this agony to end any time soon. He pushed Juliette from his cock in the hope that he would just get his breath while perhaps the other two went at it again.

Joel was to be proved extremely wrong. No sooner had Juliette's cunt left his dick, when it was replaced by Rob's mouth! And god did it feel good. Joel could not stop his friend doing it, especially when Rob was telling them both how good it was to eat this cock that tasted so deliciously of pussy too. Rob had his hands clamped down on Joel's thighs and was taking the cock so far into his mouth that Joel could feel it hitting the back of his throat. Joel felt completely helpless, but this added to his pleasure. Juliette was now forgotten as the two men indulged in what was to them such a forbidden activity.

Rob was frantically swallowing Joel's cock and was moaning almost as loudly as his friend. Has hands were working together with his mouth, caressing Joel's balls and even teasing around his asshole. He removed his mouth only long enough to spit around Joel's puckered rear end and then proceeded to work his finger up into Joel's ass. This was the final straw for Joel. Rob began pumping his finger in rhythm with his mouth on the cock, and Joel could hold it in no longer. With a shout he released great globs of his cum down his colleagues throat. Rob drunk enthusiastically. But Joel lay with his legs still splayed in complete shock and disbelief at what had just occurred.

Rob was tidying himself, and helping Juliette back into her pinafore. He looked completely satisfied with the results of the evening. He gave Juliette a kiss on the check, and looked at Joel as he went to leave his office. Joel was still laying on the desk, trying to comprehend what had just happened to him.

"Are you working late tomorrow night?" he smirked as he headed for the door. "Oh and turn the lights off on your way out."



Late Night At The Office



You call me to say you are going to be late, very late, work has piled up and there is no way you can leave it till the following day. I had been so looking forward to seeing you but understand that sometimes work has to come first.

Then I have an idea, and I decide to surprise you.

Time moves on, the building empties and you are the only one left there, the sun goes down and you turn on the radio and listen to some gentle music as you work. The phone rings and you nearly fall of your chair as your concentration is broken. You answer and recognise my voice as I say.

"Good evening sir, I've got your food order here, can I come in please."

Puzzled you reply "Of course i'll let you in, just give me a minute."

You put the phone down and wander through the darkened building to the door. You open the door, peer out and see me stood in the shadows, waiting to be let in, you beckon me in and close the door behind me. I follow you to your office, neither of us speaking. As we enter the light, you gasp as you see me properly. I place the basket of food on the floor and walk slowly round your office, letting you look at me fully. 

I'm wearing high heels, black stockings, a tight leather skirt and a transparent black blouse. I smile to myself as I can see the effect my outfit is having on you. As your eyes travel over my body I feel my nipples stiffen and I know that you will be able to see this. I walk over to you, slide my arms round your neck and give you a long slow smouldering kiss, your arms encircle me, pulling me tight to you, your hands sliding down my back. I moan into your mouth as your fingers caress my bum, pulling me closer, our kisses become more urgent and I slide my hands down your back and give your buttocks a good squeeze.

We stop kissing, breaking apart for breath, our hands still exploring each other. I smile at you and say,

"Surprise, bet you weren't expecting this, but I knew that if I didn't do something, you probably wouldn't eat tonight"

We kiss again, one of your hands slides in between us and gently begins to caress my breasts, you feel my nipples harden and press against the thin fabric of my blouse, still kissing me, you make me walk backwards, till I feel the edge of your desk against the back of my legs.

I sit down and wrap my legs around you, keeping our bodies close together. You slide both your hands down my legs and then slowly slide them back up, this time inside my skirt, we both moan at the same time as your fingers slide over the lace tops of my stockings and onto my bare flesh, your fingers move further upwards and you sigh as they meet no resistance, I'm not wearing any panties and all you can feel is my warm, moist, smooth pussy.

All the time, kissing me, you feel round the back of me to find the zip on my skirt, you undo it and I lift myself off the desk so you can slide it out from under me, your fingers grazing gently against my bare bum, making me shiver with anticipation. you turn away from me, grab your chair and sit down in front of me, your hands taking the opportunity to caress my breasts, the nipples clearly visible through the sheer fabric, you stand up and kiss each nipple through my blouse, seeing and feeling me jump as you kiss them, as if I've just received a small electric shock. 

Sitting down again, you turn your attention to my pussy, hearing me moan as you gently stroke all round it. I lift my legs up and put them on the chair, giving you an unhindered view, you look at my juices glistening there and breathe in deeply, inhaling my musky aroma. You begin to kiss one of my thighs, starting at my knee and working upwards, my body shivering as you move closer and closer to my waiting pussy, you're an inch from it, I can feel your hot breath but you control your desires and begin to kiss my other thigh, again starting at the knee. Your hands hold my hips, stopping me from sliding off the desk in my excitement.

When you reach my pussy this time, you kiss it, I moan and push my hips up at you, rubbing myself against your lips, you push your tongue out and taste my juices, sighing in pleasure at their sweetness. you carry on kissing and sucking my exposed clit, having the satisfaction of feeling me tense as a mini orgasm courses through my body. 

But we both know this is only the beginning, you don't stop, your tongue darts out and gently licks my open pussy lips, making me shudder again and lift my hips from the desk, you push me back down and bury your head between my thighs again. you kiss, nibble and lick your way over all my pussy, slipping your tongue deep inside me, fucking me with it, I start to shake as you, lick all round my soaking pussy, your face now covered in my juices, your tongue gently encircles my unhooded clit, teasing me, my body tensing as you get closer and closer to it.

Suddenly you suck my clit and the surrounding flesh into your mouth, and you flick your tongue over the now erect sensitive bud. I grab your head, holding you there, grinding my pussy lips against your chin, covering you with even more of my juices. You carry on licking and sucking, your hands holding me as still as you can as my body arches and I scream out "don't stop". You suck and lick me harder, then you suddenly release my clit and plant your mouth on my open pussy, slipping your tongue back inside me as my orgasm begins.

You move your right hand and gently rub a finger over my clit, my hips lift off the desk and its all you can do to keep hold of me, yet somehow you mange to keep your tongue buried inside me, drinking all the juices my orgasm is producing. I scream out as I cum, and as I reach my peak, your tongue plunges deeper in me. you continue to lick and suck gently at my pussy as my body relaxes and regains its normal rhythm, my hands are still on your head but now I am gently stroking you as I whisper.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting this when I turned up with food for you"

You look up from between my wet thighs and reply "it's not over yet."

Smiling you stand up and lean over me, bending to kiss me, allowing me to taste myself as you swirl your tongue round my open mouth. I wrap my legs around you, and pull you tight against me, your hard cock pressing against my pussy, my wetness making the front of your trousers damp, I see it, and push you away from me saying,

"We'd better get you out of those before I do any more damage"

We stand up and I run my hand over the front of your trousers feeling your hard cock throb beneath my touch, I undo your belt and unzip you, slowly sliding them down and watching as your engorged cock springs into view. Gently I start to stroke it, running my fingers lightly up and down the shaft, rubbing the head, cupping your balls in my hand. 

The chair is still behind you so I push you down onto it and kneel in front of you, I am just about to start to licking your cock, when you say, "Stop, I want to see all of you" and you pull my blouse up over my head, gasping as you uncover my breasts, you reach for them and kiss each one, lingering on my nipples. 

But I'm eager to taste you now, and I slowly run my tongue down your stomach, your cock twitching as I near it, I hold it at the base with one hand, the other hand gently massaging your balls, as I swirl my tongue round the head, first one way then the other, then I lick slowly up and down the shaft before taking the head in my mouth and starting to suck, tasting the precum that has appeared there. 

You are moaning gently and getting restless as your excitement mounts. You push me away and start to stand, pulling me up with you, we stand together kissing, your cock pressing into my stomach, then you direct me to your chair and ask me turn round and kneel on it with my back towards you. 

You stand behind me, your cock gently rubbing against my bum as you slip a finger into my pussy, I push back forcing your finger deep inside me. you take your cock and slide it over my wet pussy, covering it with my juices, rubbing the tip of it against my tingling clit. then you place the head of it at the opening to my pussy, feeling me tense a little as I feel its presence. 

You slowly slide it in and I push back, accepting you, wanting you inside me, you grab the arms of the chair and push me slowly away, the wheels roll smoothly and your cock begins to slide out, just as it is about to fall out of me, you pull the chair back towards yourself, plunging your cock deep into me, making me gasp as you fill me completely, I start to pant as you slowly increase the tempo. 

Your cock slides easily in and out of my pussy, your balls slapping against me as you plunge in me as deep as you can go, feeling me shudder with each stroke. Your balls tighten and you can hold back no longer. 

You shout out that you are cumming and you bury yourself deep in me as jet after jet of cum flows into me. As you cum, my pussy clamps around your cock as I have another orgasm, squeezing you tight and milking all your fluids from you. You relax against my back, holding me and kissing the back of my neck as our combined juices begin to seep out of me.

You slip your semi erect cock out of me and sit on the edge of the desk as I stand up, turn round and hug you.

I say, "I'd better get dressed and go home now, you've got work to finish" and with a wink add "but maybe we can continue this later"

I get dressed, leave the basket of food on your desk and walk away, leaving you with a big satisfied grin on your face. 



Late Night at the Office



Here it is 7:00 Friday night and I am still stuck at work. Since I started this new account I have been in this place no less than twelve hours each day. Fridays used to be my favorite day of the week. After a stressful long week I would always be out on the town on Friday night letting loose of all of my stress. Now I am working too late, all of my friends are already out and half tipsy by time I even leave this place. Plus I am too tired to even think about going anywhere. I am really starting to hate this place. 

I just have a couple of copies to make and I can get out of here. I didn't quite realize just how spooky this big building was until I got stuck being the only one in it so late. Usually there are a couple of people here late, but with it being Friday I guess everyone got out of here on time. 

The copy room is way back in the corner of the building. There are no windows and it is away from everything. If I didn't need to have this done by tonight I would really wait to make these copies until Monday. Anyone could come in here and do whatever they want and nobody would ever know. Some of the security guards around here are pretty creepy. At least the one on duty tonight is about ninety years old. He couldn't do a whole lot if he tried. 

The damn copier jammed again. I can't believe my luck lately. I always have to tear this stupid machine apart trying to dig out a paper jam. With all of this company makes it would seem they could invest in some decent copiers. All of a sudden I got this really weird feeling. A feeling like someone is watching me. I don't even want to turn around to see if there is somebody there. I am bent over this machine with my ass in the air. With this skirt I have on I am sure my ass is showing. Even though I have no life at this time I still dress like I do. I am the first one to admit that I really enjoy the attention I get. 

As I stand I slowly turn my head. I see the figure of a man out of the corner of my eye and I about crap myself. "You scared the shit out of me," I yelled. It was Sheldon Sloan. He is the hottest guy in the company. Every woman has tried to get him and he has turned everyone down. The rumor is he is gay. Nobody knows whether it is true or not. He doesn't walk the walk or talk the talk, but he is immaculate. He always has on the nicest clothes, and never has a hair out of place. 

"I finally have the answer to the question you asked me earlier," he grinned. It took me a minute to realize what he was talking about. I had a problem earlier that was handled by his department. "I totally forgot about that," I said. "You know you really shouldn't sneak up on people this late at night," I said as I threw a balled up piece of paper at him. 

"I really didn't expect you to be here, I was just going to leave a note on your desk I was startled myself when I got up here and seen there was someone still here. I guess you are like me lately and have no personal life but this place," he said. "Don't remind me, I like to pretend that I still have this wonderful social life like I had back in the good old days," I told him. 

"Would you like some help with that," he asked. "Well I could use some, I am not getting anywhere with it," I told him. As he slid past to look at the copier his midsection brushed against my ass. It felt like he really has a nice package. I have always been curious about that. You can tell he has a real nice ass, but he always wears dress pants and you can't get a good view of the package. Just thinking about it sends chills up my spine. I really need to get some relief. I can not believe how a simple brush against has me getting all excited.

"There it is fixed, give me what you want copies of," he said. As I handed him the papers I realized I was staring right at his crotch. Oh my God I can not believe I am acting like this. I know I must be bright red from the embarrassment. I sure hope he didn't realize where I was looking. I guess that is like when guys talk to me and stare at my breasts. I have never caught myself doing it to a guy before. 

As he is making the copies one of the papers start to fall. Out of reflex I grab it. As I did I brushed up against his package. I notice he is partially erect. Maybe he did cop a feel earlier when he "brushed" by. Or maybe it excited him to catch me staring at his cock. Well I guess that does away with the gay rumor. 

At this point I was so horny, and so curious. We were the only two people in the building except for a ninety year old security guard who probably never left the desk. I would probably never get this opportunity again. I decided to go for it. Before Sloan had the chance to oppose, I had his pants unbuttoned and dropped around his ankles. His cock was now at attention and pushing hard against his boxers. I lowered the boxers to see his stiff dick. It is just as perfect as the rest of him. The head was huge. I love the feeling of a big head pushing into my tight slit. His shaft was thick and hard. The size of it made me dripping wet. 

I cupped his balls in my hand while I licked the tip of his head. He rested back against the copier as I took the whole head in my mouth. As I slid his dick deeper into my mouth I looked directly into his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes were filled with desire. As I slowly took all of him into me his breathing started to get faster. I slowly pulled him back out of my mouth paying special attention to his head. I swirled my tongue around the top, sliding it into the slit and swirling it around some more. He moaned in pleasure as he grabbed the back of my head to guide my movement on his cock. He moved me slowly up and down at first allowing me time to play with the head with each thrust. After a while he was banging my face against his pelvis while thrusting his cock into my throat. 

I tasted the salty liquid starting to escape from his head. I still had his balls cupped in my hands, and started to roll them around in my hand. He pulled his cock out and his load started to release. It came so fast and hard it got all over my face. I quickly took him back in my mouth to get every remaining drop. It tasted so good. I wished he would have let me drink it all. 

He grabbed me up and sat me on the copier. He ripped my shirt off, and grabbed my tits out of my bra. He began fondling and sucking on my nipples. He was grinding his still half erect cock against my dripping wet pussy. I needed his dick slammed into me right then. It has been so long and I just needed to be relieved. He pulled off my thong and pulled me to the edge of the copier. He kneeled before me and pulled my legs apart. He ran the tip of his tongue along my slit. He was slowly pushing past the lips licking from the top to the vagina. Every time his tongue hit my clit I jumped with pleasure. He held my lips apart and ran his tongue around my clit. He ran his tongue in a circular motion on the clit. He knew too much about what felt good on a woman's body to have ever been gay. 

He pushed his finger in and turned it up and pushed it right against the underside of where the clit is. As he rubbed this spot and circled my clit he had me squirming and moaning uncontrollably. I don't think anyone has ever hit both g-spots at one time with me before. He started sucking on the clit and it was all I could take. I came so hard I was screaming so loud I was afraid the guard would hear it. 

He wiped his face as he stood up. "You know you just ejaculated," he said surprised. "You are surprised that I came with the way you were working it," I asked. "No you actually ejaculated, your juices squirted on my face while you were coming. I have never had a woman ejaculate before," he said. I don't know if I ever did that before. One thing I knew is that I know I have never come that hard before. "I am glad you liked it," I said. He grabbed me and kissed me passionately. 

His kiss hypnotized me. At that moment there was nothing in the world but the two of us. I could feel every ripple of his body. As I ran my hands across his back I realized how muscular it is. His stomach was pushed up against mine and I could feel his six pack. His lips were so soft and inviting, his tongue so smooth and delicious. I wrap my legs around his waist and gently guide his dick into my vagina as we stood there and kissed. 

He cups his hands under my ass to pump me up and down on his hard manhood. It has been so long since I have had a dick inside of me. As I open my eyes and look at this gorgeous man that is pounding me like a stallion, I feel an orgasm start already. I ride his massive dick with all of my might taking him as deep as he will go. Every nerve in my body is filled with pleasure. My body starts to shake as I start to come. "Fuck me hard," I whisper in his ear. 

He did as I asked and started bouncing me up and down on his cock so hard. "Yes, it feels so good, don't stop, please don't stop," I yell out in pleasure. I lost count but I had orgasm after orgasm, I didn't think I was ever going to stop cumming. "Oh yes you are so hot," Sheldon groaned in my ear. "I have wanted to fuck you for so long, every since the first day I saw you. When I walked in here and seen you nice juicy ass hanging out of your skirt wearing that hot thong, I knew tonight would be the night." He admitted. 

"Oh yes, ride my cock," he yelled. Every muscle in his body tightened and he shot his seed deep inside of me. I started to kiss him again. I didn't want to ever stop kissing him. I have never had a man make me feel the way he did. His kisses were the sweetest kisses I have ever known. His dick was a perfect fit into my pussy. It was just what I loved, and long shaft and a thick head. 

As his shaft started to melt I could feel the cum running down my legs. He sucked my nipples gently as he stood me back on the floor. "You are so beautiful," he told me as he ran his fingers through my hair. "I am so glad I worked late tonight and finally got the chance to know you," he told me. 

He ran his fingers along my breasts, and down my stomach. His touch sent chills down my spine. He pulled my legs apart to look at my womanhood. He softly rubbed my mound. "You really are so beautiful," he said again. He pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me and we began kissing again. His strong arms held me close. 

We put our clothes back on and got ready to go. I took my thong and slid it in his pocket. "These are to remember me by," I told him with a smile. "I will always remember you," he said. "I hope we can do this more often," he said with an evil grin. 

We finished our work and left for the night. I opened the door to my car and put my belongings inside. Sheldon ran his hands across my ass as I was bent over into the car. The chills ran through me again. Every time he touched me this happened. Without even noticing I spread my legs open. He took that as a sign that I was still in the mood.

He came up close behind me and reached his hand around to the front of me and put his finger in my pussy. He began massaging my clit as he bent over and started kissing the back of my neck. This was driving me wild. I threw my ass against his package. He was ready to go again too. We both must have been too long without any because we were acting like animals tonight. 

He unzipped his pant and took out his monster. He plunged it deep inside of me while still rubbing my clit with his finger. My clit was so swollen that his touch caused my body to shiver uncontrollably. I rested my head on my car seat holding my ass as high in the air as I could while he rode me from behind. Feeling that long hot rod drill in and out of my wet swollen pussy made my head spin. I felt as if I was going to faint from the pleasure my body was experiencing. 

I knew my orgasm was again drawing near. He started groaning loud, and that was it. Just knowing he was coming made me cum with him in unison. I used my pussy to suck every drop of cum out of the big shaft inside of me. I wanted all of his cum inside of me. 

"Thank you for the best night of my life," I told him. "So are we going to have a few more of these," he asked. "God I hope so," I said. We kissed one more time for what seemed like forever. 

I watched him walk to his car. He is so hot. I wish we would have got to know each other like that a long time ago. I wanted him to fuck me like that every night for the rest of my life. As he got in his car he turned pulled my thong out of his pocket, and rubbed them on his face. I blew him a kiss and drove home. I dreamt of him all night. I could not wait for our next passionate encounter.



Late Night At The Office



It was a Friday evening, and everyone with the slightest bit of social life was heading for the door. Even the people who were just going to go home and watch T.V. started to pack up. This was Danny’s office, and he surveyed them all from the water cooler. He had nowhere special to head tonight and didn’t fancy getting stuck in the rush hour traffic. As he watched the last of them turn off their monitors, he saw that the light in Sandra’s office was still on. He wandered over and peered around the door. She looked up at him and gave him a dry smile which faded fast.

Sandra was in her late 20’s. Slim full figure, small pert breasts and a pair of superb legs. At exactly 5 foot, she was superbly proportioned, she topped all of her bodily attributes off with long straight dark blonde hair. 

Sandra had put up with Danny because he was good with IT, but she had not really exchanged any pleasantries with him since at the Christmas party. They had both drank quite a bit and flirted, it was all in good fun. Danny had tried for a bit more. As she came back with a tray of drinks from the bar, she had bent over the table, teasingly pushing her backside towards Danny’s face. She had expected maybe a small smack or a quick remark. What she hadn’t expected was his hand to shoot up under her skirt and between her thighs. It was all she could do not to spill the drinks from the tray as his hand mauled her. He had gone too far. She made an excuse and left.

“Yes?” She said “Working late? Going to be long?” “Until about 8:30. My husband is picking me up and we’re going for a meal.” She said turning her back on him and returning to the monitor. “OK. If you need anything, I’m in my office updating the system drivers.” He glanced around her office, smiled to himself and closed the door.

At the Christmas party, he hadn’t expected her to march out like she did. She had left him with a hard on and a slightly damp hand. He had wanted so much more, and he was one way or another going to get it. Or o be precise, she was going to get it.

Danny walked into his office noticing everyone had gone and sat behind his desk. Three monitors stared back, and he flicked each one in turn into life. Unlike Sandra’s office, he liked to face people coming into his room. This way they could see that he was interested in meeting people and give them his full attention, and they couldn’t see what websites he was looking at. He scootered his chair over to the first computer. After a few clicks of the keyboard the screen divided into 3 windows. The first 2 showed Sandra’s office from above and from different angles. He tapped a few more times on the keyboard. The third window flicked into life and showed a completely different angle of Sandra’s office. This one showed under her desk, and when she was typing away on her keyboard, as she was now, and it showed Sandra’s fabulous legs. Danny eased himself back slightly in his chair and spread his legs to accommodate his hardening dick.

Not long after the Christmas party, he had gone down to the local gadget store and invested in a small collection of spy cams. The following Saturday he installed them in her office, one by the fluorescent light, the second inside the now disconnected motion detector. The third camera had been the most troublesome. It had to be constantly altered each week, until like now it showed off her assets in excellent resolution.

His fingers traced across the screen, wanting them to be the real thing. Soon he thought. Turning his attention to the second monitor he started to attack the keyboard. The screen showed instantly what she was looking at on her screen. Damn, it was just a spread sheet.

He had got some amazing picture from his little army of cameras. The best shots were when she had locked her office door and thought she couldn’t be seen. She had a tendency for looking at some of the stronger websites. A bit of bondage, strong stories of women being tied and used, even some very strong photos. Danny loved the fact that she had obviously been visiting these sites for some time as she went to some very choice ones. They were excellent to view, but not as good as the action on the desk cam. He had watched her skirt hitched up on several occasions and pleasure herself. He had stored these shots to DVD and watched it at home at his leisure.

He watched the desk camera again, she had stood up and was about to leave the room. Quickly he flicked the monitors off except the third which showed his normal desktop.

She walked over to his office and leaned around the door. He looked up and smiled “Sandra, hi!” Her response smile was as fleeting as always. “What time are you staying ‘till?” “Sadly most of the evening, there seems to be some problems with a server” “Right, I’ll be in my office. I’m going to get changed.” She made to leave. “Can I watch?” he said. She paused for a moment, and decided that the best response was to slam the door.

As she marched back to her office, Danny flicked the monitors back on. He heard and saw her door slam, and saw her turn the lock. He grinned, as he had also taken the liberty of removing half the bar inside it. He sat back, spread his legs and watched. 

He slowly rubbed himself as he watched her undress. Leaning forward, he grinned as she unfastened her blouse before reaching behind herself and unfastening her skirt. He was saving this to the hard drive. Tonight would be good. She stood before his cameras, inspecting her body. Sandra looked great. A black lace bra and matching panties really suited her. The bra pushed up giving her an even fuller figure than she already had. He watched her open a bag and take out a black dress, slipping it on over herself. Damn the party was over. She reached into the bag and pulled out a small packet. Danny squinted at the screen. Stockings. “Someone’s looking for some action tonight” he spoke out loud. He watched her slowly pull them on, hitching her skirt, to straighten and adjust it before doing the same for the other. He sat back and continued to watch the show. She put some make up on and glanced at her watch. Out of a natural reaction Danny checked his. It was still only 6:30, 2 hours before her husband was to pick her up. She stood in the middle of her office, hands at her side, thinking. Quickly she hitched up her skirt again and removed her black lacy panties, dropping them into the bag. With her skirt still hitched up around her waist, she sat back in her chair. Danny watched her log onto her computer again and surf a couple of sites before settling on one in particular. Her hand travelled between her thighs, and she started to gratify herself. Danny looked at her monitor and saw it was a rape site. With a few more clicks she started to watch a photo-story. He licked his dry lips as she spread her legs further apart and masturbated. 

This was an opportunity not to be missed. Making sure that both drives were recording, he stood and brushed his hair back and left his office.

Danny slowly pushed down the handle on her door and carefully opened it. Her heavy breathing showed that she hadn’t noticed the door open. Silently he entered the room, pushing the door to behind him. He sneaked up behind her. Her monitor showed no reflection of him, and he thanked the gods of flat screen monitors. Sandra’s hands were furiously pumping between her thighs. Danny glanced at what she was watching. The photos on the screen showed a good looking receptionist being attacked from behind. He and fate both smiled happily. Sandra didn’t notice him coming up behind her, but she jumped as his hand rested on her shoulder. 

She yelped at his touch and instinctively tried to pull her skirt back down again. Danny wasn’t going to miss out on this much fun and his fist smacked down fast between her open thighs, keeping her legs open and her skirt hitched. 

”D D Danny?” she gulped “I didn’t, this isn’t…” “…What it looks like?” he finished.

She stared at his smiling face. Neither of them spoke for a moment. 

“Please Danny!” She tried to push his hand out from between her thighs. “Put your hands on the keyboard Sandra.” “No, look, please…” she started “Do it, now!” She could hear the strength in his voice, but she didn’t want to back down. “You can be fired for examining porn on the web you know.” “I know, listen…” she tried again. “You’d lose your job” He responded talking over her plea. “We don’t have to…” she began again, pleading in her voice. “Hands on the keyboard, now. I won’t harm you. Promise”

For a minute she paused and then gradually placed both hands on the keyboard.

“Watch the screen Sandra” She turned her head, bottom lip trembling, to face the pictures before her. “Is this what you like Sandra?” She shook her head. “No? But you’ve visited this site quite often. And the way you were wanking yourself, you seemed to me, to be liking it. Press the next button.

She pressed the button. The next image showed the woman sat on her chair, with her assailant behind her. One arm around her throat, the other between her thighs. “Looks like someone wanted this!” Danny whispered into her ear. “Please!” She whimpered.

Danny’s hand moved up between her tight thighs. She quickly grabbed his wrist as his hand made contact with her pussy. “Hands back on the keyboard Sandra! I want to do this for you, that’s all!” he said calmly. She looked into his face, and reluctantly moved her hands back to the keyboard. Danny’s fingers started to toy with her pussy. He hadn’t expected her to be as compliant. 

Sandra bit her lip as Danny started to finish what she had started. She kept her fingers on the keyboard as his finger slipped into her. He moved his arm around her neck, mirroring the picture on the screen. He glanced down to se her thighs had parted a bit more. 

“Next picture Sandra” He whispered.

The next photo showed the woman being dragged onto her desk. He could see Sandra’s eyes widen. 

“And again please Sandra.”

This showed her over the desk, arms pinned behind her as he tied her wrists.

“Once more please”

This time the woman had been shoved to her knees and was about to be face fucked.

Sandra turned to him, fear in her eyes. It was met by his grin. 

He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her up and out of her chair and straight over her desk. She screamed as he gripped her wrists and with a savage pull, wrenched them behind her back. Her shouts fell on deaf ears as he pulled the cable from the phone and bound her wrists tightly. He held her in this position over her desk. She was lying face down over the desk, her skirt still hitched high, showing off her dark grey stockings against the pale cream of her skin. He gripped the back of her dress, and kept her pushed down as he ground himself hard against her exposed ass.

“Please. No. Danny Please!” She begged. “Don’t you want me to fuck you like this? I bet she gets it like this on the screen” He reached down between them and unzipped himself. “No Please, Please!” She could feel his hot hard dick, eager and sizzling against her inner thigh. “I want you suck me off then OK?” “Yes anything just don’t rape me, OK?” He lifted her off her desk and moved her around so she was at right angles to her monitor. It was a perfect position, his desk camera should get everything from here. Hand on her head, he clutched her hair and pushed her down. As her neck became level with the desk, he held her there. Pulling her chair over, he sat down before pinning her shoulders with his thighs. She couldn’t move. The desk prevented her head from moving back, his knees and chair stopped her from moving anything else. He looked down and smiled. Holding his dick to her like an offering, she slowly opened her mouth and he pushed himself in. The position must have been uncomfortable for her, but he didn’t care. Still clutching her hair he forced her head to bob up and down, the protests muffled slightly by his thick cock.

Danny licked his lips and gasped at how hot and inviting her mouth felt. Using both hands now, he pummelled her head up and down, forcing her to take him deeper. Soon her nose was being rubbed into his pubes as the rest of his cock entered her throat. Her protests and gagging turned him on so much. Here she was, the prick tease from Christmas, with his dick rammed into her throat. He pulled her head tight against him and with a grunt, came. 

She choked against the first wave of cum, and tried hard to swallow the second wave. He kept her head in his lap until his dick was spent. Still gripping her hair he lifted her head from him, and grinned at the smeared lipstick and make-up on her face.

He hauled her to her feet and pushed her backwards over the desk, her bound arms pinned beneath her, her legs flew up to counter balance herself from flying over the desk. He quickly grabbed an ankle and hoisted it in the air, spreading her before him. His head swooped between her sprawling thighs before she could try and compose herself and clamped itself to her cunt. 

”No!” She screamed out, but he didn’t care. His tongue shot out and speared her. He twisted his tongue around inside her, tasting her, drinking her, eating her. She may have been protesting about this but her cunt was soaked. Danny threw one of her legs up and onto his shoulder and pushed his writhing tongue deeper. As his tongue investigated further into her inner secrets, his nose and top lip rubbed against her clit in an effort to let his tongue explore that little bit further. He quickly noted too that her protests had stopped, and had changed to little shrieks of ‘oh’. He wanted her to cum for him, and he could tell she wasn’t far off. His hand stroked up and down her lifted leg, loving the feel of the silky material covering it. The other hand stroked and squeezed her buttocks. 

She came close, and each time he denied her release. The feeling of her thigh, the squeezing of her backside, but most of all knowing that she was his, quickly hardened him again. For what he wanted. He had to time it just right. He gripped her other thigh and dragged her closer to him so her ass was clear of the desk. Danny’s tongue pounded her clitoris, circling it, pounding against, sucking it up. As she quickly approached her orgasm, he twisted her thighs, turning her face down over the desk, and before she could gather her senses, he plunged his rigid dick brutally into her saturated cunt. There was no protest from her. He kicked her legs further apart and drove in again, pitilessly sinking fully into her. She let out a loud wail and her bodied trembled before violently shaking. Her cunt walls clamped against his hard cock, sucking it in. He held onto her waist as she the last quivers died from her and she lay limp across the desk.

He paused for a second. “Sandra?” There was no response. She lay out cold before him, her body was all his for the taking. He started fuck her again. There was only one thing to do now and that was to cum in her. Ramming hard and deep he fucked her slumbering body. Lifting her waist he pulled her slumbering body onto his thrusts. Reaching down he unfastened his pants, pushing them down, so he could feel her body against him. He held her waist, stopping her from slipping down off the desk as he fucked his sleeping beauty. He didn’t care what she thought of him after this, if she pressed charges, if she got pregnant. This was his moment and the beast inside of him screamed for freedom and he was going to give it. He raped her hot sopping wet cunt and with a gasp, unloaded his cum into her womb. 

Danny lay against her body, his dick still embedded in her. He withdrew his dick from her, the room cool against his skin. Pulling her dress back down, he made a brief decision wiped his dick dry on the back of it before pulling up back up his pants. 


She moaned and groaned as she came too. He untied her hands and leant against the wall to see what would happen. 

She collapsed into her chair and looked at him. “You bastard!” she whispered

Danny just watched her.

She returned the stare for a minute, before reaching over to her bag and pulling out the discarded panties. 

Danny watched her pull them up, and smooth her dress back down.

“Did you enjoy that?” He asked

“What do you think?” She responded

He ran his hand through his hair. “I think you did!”

She stared at him. “Well after that, I’m going out to a restaurant, before going home to have sex with my husband.”

Danny watched her get her make-up kit from her handbag and open the compact mirror.

Sandra straightened her make up, and neither of them spoke. She examined her watch and grabbed her coat. 

Moving to leave the room, she stopped in front of him “I know I’m going to be very disappointed with his efforts after that fucking!”

With that she leant forward and kissed him, her tongue flicking around his mouth, before running off to meet her husband.



Late Night at the Office



I had never liked John. He was one of those insanely good-looking guys, who you can tell got further on his charm than any actual skills. When I had just started at the company he would flirt with me, but I had him pegged as a player from a mile away. When I rebuffed his advances, he was incredulous, and acted like a spoiled child. As I moved up quickly through the company, his arrogance became worse and worse. I wasn't sure if he felt threatened by me or what, but by the time I was making the same pay as him, he couldn't let a single opportunity to belittle me go by. It was difficult, but during most of our encounters, I tried to be cordial and professional. 

One night, we were working late on an account together. It was a huge, important client, and we had to put in extra hours. We were in his office at about 10 PM, tired and extra cranky. Things were going slowly because of his inability to cooperate. I was beginning to lose it. When I came up with a time-saving solution he declined... he had to be the one that was right. He came up with some crap about being thorough, when we both knew this wasn't about thoroughness at all. I finally broke down. I couldn't remain detached and professional if he wasn't, either. 

"This is it, John," I said. "We're losing a lot of time because you won't work with me on this. You know this is an important account and I can't believe you would sacrifice your own job performance to try and get the best of me." 

"You can't handle it, huh?" he said cockily. Oh god, what an asshole. 

"You know what?" I said. "Why don't you just go home? I can get this done faster without you." 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Another chance to show off to the boss." We had both been standing in front of his computer, and he moved closer in as if to cut me off. I didn't back down. I stayed put. 

"I just want to get this done right," I said. "I'll even tell him you were here with me," I would say anything to get him to leave. 

"I don't want you messing this up, no way," he grabbed my arm and pushed me away. It was gentle, nothing out of control, but definitely out of the ordinary. 

I was tired. "Don't you push me!" I said loudly. I wanted to push him back, but this wasn't the playground. 

"Deal with it," he said. Argh! "I won't," I said. "I'll just tell our manager that I can't deal with your behavior. We'll see what he thinks!" I didn't mean that I was going to claim abuse or anything, just that we couldn't work together. I started to gather my things to go home. 

But he took it as just that. "I can't believe you'd go crying to him over a little shove." When I started moving towards the door, he grabbed me. 

"Stop acting crazy," he said. 

"I'm not the one acting crazy. Let go of me." I tried to shake him off. 

This just made him madder. "Come back here, come on, we'll work this out." He pulled me back behind the desk.

"Forget it!" I yelled. "Let me go," the more I struggled, the tighter his grip became. I kicked him in the shin. 

"Fuck!" he yelled, letting go of me to grab at his leg. I started to run but he blocked me, grabbed me again, and slammed me against the wall. It wasn't very painful, it's not like I was far from the wall to begin with, but we both knew things were way out of control. I knew I had to get out of there ASAP and I could tell he just wanted to make sure I would stay quiet. 

He pressed up against me, holding me to the wall. Our breathing had become labored in the struggle. "Now listen to me," he said. "Just... calm down, don't you dare say anything. To anyone. We're just... we're just tired is all, we both need to relax. Right?" 

I took a deep breath. "Right," I said. "Let's calm down," but he wouldn't pull away. At this point I figured it was best if I saved my energy. 

But he didn't pull away. He stood there, looking in my eyes, looking for some kind of submission. I could smell his cologne... I couldn't remember the name, but it was the same kind my first boyfriend used. This close, I could see his five o'clock shadow and if possible it made him look even sexier. I briefly thought back to when he first asked me out. I'd said no, because I knew he'd never be the kind of boyfriend I wanted, and besides, we were coworkers. But it felt good to have the attention of such an attractive man. As we stood there, my chest heaved against his. He looked down, either in shame, or just an attempt to look at my cleavage, but the latter was inevitable. I could feel his breath on my neck. I hoped he couldn't feel it between our shirts, but my nipples were beginning to get hard. I don't know if it was from fear or friction or what. 

Suddenly I felt his erection, creeping up against my thigh. My heart skipped a beat, I was getting excited. But at the same time, I knew this was crazy. Without really thinking, using all my strength I pushed him off of me, and again ran for the door. 

Again he caught me before I made it two steps, and pushed me face first onto the desk. His hands pinned my wrists down and he threw his body on top of mine. I thrashed about as hard as I could, almost throwing him off but never quite succeeding. 

"I thought you were going to calm down!" he yelled.

"What about you? Let me go!" I responded.

"Not until you learn who's boss around here," he growled.

"You're not my boss," I said. "Get off me, you fucking sicko." 

"You have to learn your lesson," he said. One cliché after another...

"What? That you need to hold a woman against her will to prove to yourself what a big man you are? That you can't just admit that maybe I'm better at this job than you are? That you're a narcissistic prick who can't control himself?" It occurred to me that I was further incurring his ire, but I couldn't stop myself. I wasn't sure why.

"Is that what you really think?" He pulled my hands together and managed to hold them above my head with just his left hand. He shifted his weight so that I couldn't struggle much anymore. With his free hand, he slipped it under the hem of my skirt and stroked my thigh. But only quickly before he grabbed it, hard. I drew my breath sharply, in pain. And a little bit of pleasure. I wasn't going to let him know this.

"GET OFF ME!" I shouted again, hoping maybe a janitor was still in the building, that someone would hear us...

I could feel him start to unbuckle his belt. "I liked it when you called me 'big man," he grunted. After he pulled the belt from his pants, he nibbled on my earlobe. "Tell me more," 

"You're delusional!" I cried. "You're very small, John. If you keep doing this that's all you'll prove." 

He used his belt to bind my hands together so he could have both hands free. "In a moment you'll know just how big I am," he responded.

"I hate you, get off me. What are you going to do? Rape me and then what? You know I'll just call the police. You're better off if you just let me go now."

"It's too late for that, darling," he said. He nibbled on my ear and my neck. I tried to move away, but he'd grabbed the hair at the back of my head. With a gentle tug I could only move where he wanted me to move. With his other hand he started pulling up my skirt. I could feel his cock pressing against my underwear, straining for its goal. 

"HEY!" I yelled. Still hoping someone might hear. "HELP!" 

He chuckled to himself. "I guess I have you now. And even if it's just for tonight, it'll be worth it." 

I considered responding, "not when some guy is ramming your ass in jail," but I didn't want to give him any ideas.

It didn't help, though, that I was getting wet. The fear, the excitement, I don't know, I was just very turned on by all this. During the day the thought of being put in this position would make me wretch, but right now I was kind of enjoying it. That somehow I had driven this man to the edge and now he was going to let loose on me. 

His fingers found their way into my cunt. He didn't remark on its wetness, he just started stroking me. I was amazed at how good it felt, right away. He really knew what he was doing. I was at a loss for words. It seemed there was no escaping him... I could keep screaming for help that probably wouldn't come. I could keep hurling insults at him, but he seemed to enjoy it. But at this point, I was enjoying it, too. 

"You fucking jerk," I breathed heavily. "You think you're such a stud, huh?" 

He slapped my thigh, hard. "You're about to find out." 

"Oh yeah?" I wanted to egg him on. "You really think you can satisfy me? What makes you think you have what it takes?" 

Maybe he thought he was punishing me when he raked his fingernails down my back, but he didn't know how much I enjoyed it. Or maybe he did. 

"Mmm, baby, you feel so good. So warm on my fingers. You are going to feel really good when I'm fucking you," he growled. He was working my pussy hard now, I was close to cumming.

"Oh yeah? Well come on, then, you're all talk and no game. Show me what you've got." 

He ripped off my underwear. I felt his dick at my entrance, he held it there a moment. We both drew in deep breaths and he jammed it in. I gasped loudly. "Ahhhhhh,," I said, mostly from enjoyment, a little bit from surprise. He groaned. 

"Ahhh, you feel so damn good." He started sliding in and out, slowly. The tops of my thighs were hitting the desk. 

"Untie my hands," I commanded, lifting them closer to him. He did without a word, then continued to stroke in and out. 

It felt so fucking good. I told him so. I was finally able to brace myself against the desk, and meet his thrusts. It wasn't long before I came. The orgasm lasted for what seemed like hours, his balls slamming against my clit. At one point, he slipped completely out. I took the opportunity to sit on his desk, facing him. He wrapped his arms around me and re-entered. I raked my fingers through his hair and kissed him passionately. I gently bit the bottom of his lip and sucked on his neck. He held me tighter, moaning happily. Then his hands where everywhere on my body. I wrapped my legs high around his back, and continued gently scratching his head at the nape of his neck. When balance allowed, I would reach down and gently massage his balls.

We fucked all night on his desk, dripping juices all over his workspace. I knew he would enjoy that in the future. I don't remember how many times either of us came. When the sun started to shine through the windows, we parted ways, never speaking a word about what would happen in the future.

The next day, he called in sick. I had some spare clothes I kept in my office in case I ever got caught in a downpour. I took a nap on the couch in my office and then changed into them, before managing to finish our project. I never said a single derogatory thing about him, but my boss could tell who had done the work. It wasn't long before I was promoted to John's boss. And there were many nights I had to tell him to work late, and let him boss me around, the way we both liked him to. I still thought he was an arrogant prick, but as long as he was there to satisfy me when we both wanted it, I didn't mind.



Late Night At The Office



I'm working late at the office again when my phone rings.

"Hello"

"Are you working late again tonight?" she says in a sing song voice that I'm too busy to pick up on the true meaning of.

"Uh hu, another few hours probably" I reply.

"OK, relax and take your time, I'll see you later." she says and hangs up the phone.

I think to myself "That was a strange, conversation." but don't give it a second thought and go back to work.

A half hour later my phone rings again;

"Hello" 

"Can you come go to the parking garage and check on something for me in your truck?" she says.

"Hu?" I reply "what do you want me to..." 

"Just do it! Call me on your cell when you get there." she orders and hangs up the phone.

"What the heck is going on?" I wonder, start a query, grab my cell phone and head for the parking garage.

The building is deserted except for security, I wave and tell them I'll be right back as I walk out the door. My mind is on my work as I ride the elevator to the seventh floor where I always park so I don't have to think about what floor I'm on when I leave at night. As the door opens I notice her car is parked a few slots down from mine. I scratch my head wondering what's going on as I walk toward it.

"Don't turn around" I hear her voice from a dark corner, in a tone that sounds serious.

I comply for a moment, hearing high heels click toward me from behind. Just as they're right behind me and I'm turning to look a hood drops over my head. 

"I told you not to look, you'll ruin the surprise." she says, and grabs me by the balls for emphasis.

"Ooooh" I moan in a little bit of pain, and make the decision to comply rather than ruin the surprise of what she has obviously planned.

She leads me silently through the garage. The only sounds are the clicking of her shoes, and her heavier than usual breathing, and the occational "step up", or "to the left a little" that she almost whispers, but I can hear the excitement in her voice, and feel the trembling of her hand on my arm. Finally I hear a door open, and shut behind us. And I feel her guide my hands around a post, tying my wrists together around it. 

I shiver uncontrollably, as I realize what she has in mind. I feel her wiggle between me and the post, my arms around her. 

"I really need to get back to work." I say with as much conviction as I can muster.

"You should have thought of that before you let me tie you up" she laughs. "Now you can't go anywhere until I'm satisfied"

She kisses me on the mouth, as she pulls off the hood. She's wearing a long coat, she pushes me back as far as my bonds will allow, and opens it to reveal a black bra, garter, panties, stockings, and knee high boots.

"First, eat me" she says as she gently but firmly pushes me down on my knees in front of her. 

Her panties are soaked, and I suck the juice from them. She reaches down to pull them aside, and I attack her clit with my tongue.

"Oh yes!" she says, "I've been wanting that for sooo looong"

It only takes a few moments before she's shaking and pulling my head into pussy as she spasms in orgasm. 

"You do that sooo well" she says, she steps over my arms, off to the side, ans slips her panties off. "These are absolutely soaked! Now, should I let you go, or shall I continue with my devious plot?"

As I open my mouth to speak she shoves the panties into my mouth, and says. "Never mind, I really wasn't asking you." 

My cock is aching in my suddenly too tight jeans. 

"Stand up" she says, and then unzipps my pants. "You really do get turned on eating my pussy don't you?"

I nod my head in agreement.

"My turn" she says and takes my cock in her mouth.

Before I can cum, she suddenly stops, stands up, and drops the hood back over my head.

I moan in frustration. "Not fair" I mumble through the panties.

"Oh that's not the half of it" she says I realize she's talking louder than usual to cover the sound of what she's doing behind me "You're in for it. Ever wonder why it is that women need an escort to their cars at night and guys don't seem to feel the need for one?" she purrs "Well tonight the shoe is on the other foot, and you seem to be the helpless victim" 

"Oh boy, she's in THAT mood... brace yourself" I think to myself "I should have known when I saw the boots"

She roughly pushes me against the post, I realize I'm in a corner with nowhere to go. I feel her shove two fingers with a glob of lubricant into my ass, and remove them just as suddenly. Then I feel the head of an inhumanly large cock pushed in between the cheeks of my ass. She tries to shove the strap-on into my ass, but can't find it. 

"NO" I mumble into a mouth full of panties.

She slows down and finds my asshole, I realize the size of the dildo she has strapped between her legs and that she's in no mood to be gentle. I struggle to get away, but she finally finds "the spot", and gets it in about an inch. I feel like it's going to split me in half. 

"No, please, it's too big" I mumble into the panties. Shaking my still hooded head.

She laughs "Big hu?" 

"It's long too." 

"And I'm in the mood to fuck the shit out of you." 

"I had a rough day, and you teased me so bad I was wet all day on top of it" 

"The only reason I haven't shoved all 11 inches all the way up in you is because you did such a good job with your tongue."

"So, because of that I'm going to let you back into it at your own pace. Just don't take too long, I don't know how long I can control myself."

I can tell she's serious... I teased her without mercy all day, and this was revenge, but did she say this thing was 11 inches long? I was in trouble and I knew it... there was no way I'd be able to take this thing. I knew I'd better try the easy way, or she was going to give it to me the hard way. I started easing back, I could feel her hands on my hips, clenching as she watched in sink slowly into my ass. Every bit I put in she tries to double with a gentle push.

I'd only gone an inch or two when I heard her say. "Oh I can't stand it any longer, and I don't have to wait now!" I tried to get away, but just wound up trapped in the corner. She shoved it in as deep and hard as she could. I screamed into her panties, still stuffed in my mouth. I felt her breasts pressed against my back, she was panting in my ear.

"Oh yeah, I've been waiting for this"

"I came right there baby, shoving this monster inside of you."

"Don't worry though, you're still going to get fucked, I'm not like those guys that once they cum it's all over."

With that she started pulling her "cock" back out of my ass slowly, just when I felt that she was going to take it out of me she would shove it back in, as hard as she could. Each time it I felt like I was getting used to the size she would notice and shove it in a little harder and faster, so I wouldn't get a chance to get used to it. Every few minutes she would cum, and when she did she would drive into me all the way and grind against me. This was the worst, it was too deep, and I would struggle to get away which just seemed to intensify her orgasm.

After she had cum a few times, (I lost count) she whispered in my ear. "Ok baby, your turn, this time we cum together" she reached around and started stroking my cock as she fucked me with long steady strokes. It felt great after the pounding she'd given me, and she was whispering things like "If you don't cum with me, I'm going to go back to raping your ass" and "I love the way it looks, and how hard your cock is in my hand"

She started fucking me faster and faster, as she got closer to cumming and I was getting closer to cumming too. As she came, pressing deep inside of me, I came too, shooting cum all over the corner. I slipped out of the scarf that bound my wrists around to pole. She laughed, and said "So, you weren't so helpless after all, now clean up and get back to work!"



Late Night at the Office



Carolyn dropped her reading glasses on her blouse, the slight silver chain on the ends keeping it in place as she rubbed her eyes. She sighed and slumped into her chair away from the glowing PC screen. Reams of paper lay strewn around her crowded cubicle, reports and reports about reports, numbers without end. She was tired. More than just body tired, more than just mentally drained, she was exhausted in her soul.

Her husband had left 5 years ago and her only son was away at college for his freshman year. Her house was so empty she dreaded it and spent much of her free time at work putting in extra hours. Not that it was much of an improvement but at least she was getting something done. Wasn't she?

She stood and stretched her tiny frame, all 5 feet of it. She shuffled off to the ladies room in her frumpy, comfy shoes to relieve herself, bowed by weariness. The numbers never end, she thought. There are always more numbers to crunch. Killing time lets time kill you, and crunching numbers lets the numbers crunch you eventually. She chuckled inwardly at her play on words, then immediately soured on how little it took to amuse her now.

As she left the ladies room she paused to look at herself in the mirror. She didn't understand. She was a few years shy of fifty but she didn't look it. She was still petite, still had much of her good looks, still had most of her figure, even if her butt was slowly widening from all it's time in that damn seat. Her red hair was well styled and pretty, she thought. 

"So why am I alone?"

All she could see were the signs of age. There were lines on her face, a slight sag to the skin under her chin, and gravity was wining a few limited skirmishes around her body. 

"Still...I'm not hideous. Am I?"

Depressed even further, she walked slowly back to her isolation chamber, back to the numbers. She was half a foot shorter than the cubicle walls and always felt like she was lost in a maze. Fortunately it was late enough that her coworkers were gone and not able to bowl her over as they rounded the corners without seeing her. She recognized how sad it was that she actually enjoyed those collisions. For one brief moment she could prove she still existed, that she could be touched by another human being.

No such encounters lay in wait for her this time. She returned to her cubicle without incident and settled back into her butt-numbing chair in front of her mind-numbing computer at her soul-numbing job. Again she sighed deeply, and again she rubbed her eyes, wondering if she were at the beginning or the end of some endless cycle of inaction.

"Hey, no sleeping on the job!"

Carolyn jumped, startled at the sudden intrusion into her dismal state. Danny, the overnight production control guy, was making his rounds of the paperwork boxes looking for last-minute jobs left by late-workers and had stopped by to chat. He knew she worked late and often dropped in for a few minutes.

"Hi, Danny," she said, turning her chair to face him where he stood in the doorway. She liked Danny. Probably too much. He was tall, in fact very tall to her point of view; sandy haired and handsome and had an affable quality that made him easy to talk to. Plus, he looked damn good in a tight pair of blue jeans. 

"Why are you always here?" he asked.

"I guess it's just what I do," she replied. She tried to strike a casual pose and crossed her legs. Her dress was fairly long and for a moment she wished she had worn something shorter, perhaps something that might catch Danny's attention. Her legs were still nice, even if nobody noticed. But of course that was ridiculous. Danny was half her age.

"I think you need a new hobby. You are the only person left on this floor."

"I know. I like the quiet but it does get lonely." She tried to be subtle but she couldn't help letting her eyes linger a bit on his frame. He was a strongly built man, tall and wide-shouldered, and as always he wore tight blue jeans that made her think improper things. Her eyes drifted across his body and she gave a slight start as she saw the definite outline of a bulge shackled by the blue cotton. Her eyes immediately darted away in embarrassment as she blushed. She picked up her glasses and placed them on her face, trying to shield her guilty face from his notice.

"Well, you could look at it as lonely. You could also look at it as private." What was that in his voice? 

"Private? Why would I need privacy on a whole floor?" He stood there in the doorway, leaning against the partition wall, and she could smell his cologne. He smelled good and she breathed him in deeply.

"Oh, it's just a thing we talk about on the night crew. The whole building is essentially empty so big spaces like this become private. Almost intimate in a backwards kind of way." Again there was that inflection to his voice. What was it? He had lingered on the word 'intimate' almost as if...

"I, ah...'intimate?' I can't say as I have ever thought of it that way, but I guess I can see your point." She stammered a bit in apprehension. He couldn't have meant THAT.

"Can you see my point?" He hooked his left thumb into his pants pocket and drummed his fingers lightly against the front of his jeans, drawing her eyes to the movement. His fingers tapped an inch away from his bulge. Again she looked at his crotch, then up at his face. He was looking at her face closely and she had just been busted. Flustered, excited, worried, and a little scared, she replied.

"Uh, Danny...look, what exactly are you getting at?"

"Let me explain what I mean," he said confidently. "You are an extraordinarily attractive woman. I have been flirting with you for months now and you just seem to smile and sigh and brush me off. I'm not a rude man and I've tried to be subtle, but I think I am going to have to be a little blunt. You are lovely. You excite me like you just don't know. And we are completely alone on this floor. Do I need to be more clear?"

He didn't, and she couldn't be more uncomfortable. Shivers of fear ran down her spine while the heavy thudding of her heart pulsed in her ears. A warm sensation flooded her extremities and her long-neglected vagina. A cold sweat began to creep from her pores. Danny had danced through her dreams more than one lonely night and she had envisioned his strong naked body many times, but that was fantasy. What was this?

"Danny, I'm old enough to be your mother." 

"Not quite. And I wouldn't care anyway."

"But, here in the office..."

"We are completely alone. I know exactly how many people are in this building and I know exactly where they all need to be."

"Danny, I can't...I don't..." He silenced her with a raised hand. She sat shaking in a powerful jumble of emotions, meekly awaiting his next move and feeling trapped.

He stood up straight, removing his arm from the partition wall. His hands went to his jeans and deftly undid the top button. The sound of the zipper was nearly overwhelmed by the low rumble of the heating system, the high-pitched buzz of the overhead lights, the hum of the desk fan behind her, and the rush of blood through her own ears, but it cut into her like a knife. She groaned as the adrenaline surged through her tiny frame and the heat grew in her pussy while his hand reached into his tight jeans. Dream and nightmare joined as he pulled his penis into the open.

He stood, hands on hips, his half hard cock jutting into her cubicle and her mind. Her eyes locked on it from the start and she was dumbstruck at his audacity and her own reaction to it. She hadn't seen a live cock in years and it made her ache to see this beautiful specimen dangling just a foot out of reach. But no, how awful! This man was exposing himself to her at work! It was wrong! But he looked so good...

"I can't be any more clear than this. I want you. I've wanted you for a long time, Carolyn. It's a crime that a beautiful woman like you sits in this place every night alone. I know this is very inappropriate, but I can't ignore it any longer. I want you. Here. Now." He took a slow step forward. Then another. A third brought him terribly close to her shivering body. "If you want me to leave, I'll go. I'm no danger to you. Just say 'no.'"

She couldn't, she wouldn't, but she needed to! This had to stop! Oh, he looked so good! She could smell his salty musk, the deeply erotic and primal scent of an aroused cock, and it sent another wave of adrenaline and lust through her She could feel her pulse in her clit and the moisture in her panties. Her heart pounded in her chest. This was wrong!

"Just say 'no,' and I will apologize and leave." he said. He leaned down and picked up her trembling hand. He raised it to his dangling phallus and gently wrapped her fingers around it. It was warm and tender against her fingers and filled her small hand easily. He released her hand.

"Just tell me to leave and I will," he said gently, but she could hear the tension in his voice. If his physical need was anywhere near hers... Her eyes couldn't move from her dainty hand on his repulsive, beautiful cock. She moved her hand then, the slightest movement toward the head, the merest tug, a simple involuntary twitch. Her mind raced, her heart thrashed within her ribs, and wave after wave of adrenaline pumped through her veins, each one seeming to end up dripping out of her desperately needy pussy. Coherent thought was lost and with that one simple pull on his dick her resistance was broken and her needs took over.

"Stay," she managed to say as she leaned forward toward him, her hand stroking his length. Her face was inches from it, and as she slowly ran her fingers up and down his thickening shaft she watched his erection grow. The disgust was gone but the lust remained, and she remembered what to do with one of these. 

She touched the soft head of his cock to her cheek and released a breath she didn't know she was holding, bathing his growing erection with her warm exhalation. He shuddered at the feeling and she began to remember the terrible, intimate power a woman commands from that position. Again she pulled lightly on his cock, another gentle stroke along the shaft, encouraging it to greater size. His cock was gorgeous in its outrageous presence here in her sterile, boring office. It was long and thick, smooth and soft, twitching and growing harder in her little hand.

Her lips parted and she pressed the head of his prick to her mouth, smearing a pearly drop of pre-seminal fluid across her lips and tongue. The strong, salty taste made her jaws ache and sent a shudder through her. Oh, how that tasted like sex! She opened her mouth wider and took the entire head in, no longer thinking about consequences or propriety or anything else but this magnificent cock. She let him in further, sucking as much of his length in as she could. He was growing hard quickly now and she sucked gently to help him along. In moments his erection was complete and she could accommodate only half of his length.

She gripped his cock harder with her hand, slowly stroking him near the base. Yes, the memories came back more quickly now. Just like riding a bicycle. She nursed the end of his prick slowly, her eyes closed and savoring his taste. She put a hand behind him on his hard ass and pulled him closer, eliciting yet another thrilling pulse from her needy loins. As incredible as his cock was, there was a strong young man attached to it with so many more pleasures to taste. She squeezed his firm buttock hard and tried to force another inch of his length into her, suddenly feeling the need to touch as much of him as possible. She could do no more, he was just too big.

As much as she enjoyed holding him in her mouth, her true needs were further south. She looked up at him and saw his handsome face looking down at her. Another wave of trepidation assaulted her, but this was too far gone for regret or shame. In for a penny, in for a pound. She pulled her mouth off his cock and spoke with a needy, ragged voice.

"I need you inside me."

He stepped back and leaned down, taking her hand and helping her to stand. She was woozy; the room spun and the floor lurched unpredictably. As she stood, he stepped in closer and lifted her little body up to perch on the edge of the desk. At his touch another flash of passion and fear tore through her. He was so strong! He had lifted her like a doll! He could bend her completely to his will, could do with her as he pleased, but he was being so gentle. Oh! Another flood of adrenaline flowed through her system.

He spread her legs and pulled up her long, flowing skirt, exposing her bare legs. His hands started at her knees and moved up, increasing her tension as if he were drawing back a bow string. His strong hands found her steamy pussy and pulled aside her damp panties, causing her to gasp loudly. He stepped in closer and brought his beautiful cock within inches of her desperate folds. Oh, he was so close! 

"Are you ready?" he asked in a whisper.

"Yes!" She was barely coherent, barely conscious, barely aware that anything existed but that cock and where she needed it to be. She pulled at his clothes and inched her way closer to the edge, closer to him, but he needed no further encouragement.

She howled in ecstasy as his long, hard prick flowed into her depths. He invaded her slowly but it felt like a long, wide train of flesh burrowing into her, filling her to her deepest limits. A spasm shook her body so hard she nearly fell off the edge of the desk, but Danny's arms collected her in their strong embrace and held her tight.

He pulled back slowly, his burning hot cock moving against her in exquisite slow motion. He pushed back in just as slowly, filling her back up and forcing out a gush of her fluids. Again she shuddered at his intrusion, and again he held her close and tight.

He made love to her slowly, gently, as if she were a fragile treasure. Waves of pleasure flowed across her body, radiating out from the cock buried in her body. She felt so full, so complete, so wanton and so sexy! Oh, she felt sexy! That this incredible man wanted her, here in this place, in such a filthy, thrilling tryst! Her blood boiled and her heart crashed against her chest, her lungs felt too ragged and weak to keep her alive, and she felt like she was drowning in lust.

Overwhelmed by the thrill and danger, she was slow to recognize his next move. His large hands closed among the folds of her blouse, and with one quick flex he shredded it. She shrieked in surprise, terror and lust as he ripped the fabric off her body and down her arms, exposing her dowdy white bra. A moment of embarrassment flittered across her mind, ashamed to be encased in that dull, ratty old thing. She wished she wore something sexy, something naughty, something to keep this incredible young buck inside her as long as possible. She need not have worried.

He reached around her and quickly undid the clasp, letting it fall off her. His warm hands quickly held her breasts, cupping them gently while his thumbs moved across her hardening nipples. It had been so long, so desperately long since a man had held her like this. 

It was too much. The smell of his body, the power of his arms, the sound of his grunting thrusts, the feel of his cock writhing inside her, the electricity running through her entire body... She was overwhelmed and overcome, the glorious sexual onslaught was driving her into the midst of an earth-moving orgasm. She clutched him tightly and cried out to him.

"Oh God, don't stop! I'm going to come!"

"Can I come with you?" he asked through clenched teeth as his arms wrapped around her torso. Her reply was both an answer and the only word she could say.

"Yes! Yes! Oh God, Yes!" Shockwaves exploded from her pussy, rocking her body relentlessly. She clung to him for dear life, her entire world contracted and focused on the cock sliding ever faster into her body. Through the manic haze she felt him thrust wildly as his orgasm met hers, and she could feel his hot semen fill her cavity and mingle with her own wetness. Again and again he plunged into her, releasing more and more young seed. She held him tight and tried to push back, to meet every thrust, to milk this cock, this man, this moment for every drop she could get. Still she called her wild cry into his chest, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" while re responded with animal noises, grunts and growls and the sound of absolute passion.

With his last thrust he literally lifted her off the desk, holding her tight in his arms and leaning back, resting her weight on his twitching cock. Surprised yet barely able to control her limbs, she tried to cling to him, but he had her well in hand. As the orgasm passed through him, he relaxed and set her back on the desk, his chest heaving. Her own orgasm receded and left her hanging on to him in a blissful state somewhere between exhilaration and exhaustion, and as the physical stimuli slipped away another set of feelings took their place. From the terror of knowing what she had just done at work, to the deep fulfillment she felt flowing through her body, to the regret that it was over, a wave of conflicting emotions threatened to drown her.

Still he held her close while they caught their breath. His slippery cock still inside her, they occasionally shuddered at the intimate feeling. It slid out as it deflated, and with their physical bond broken the moment changed. He let her go and stepped back, quickly pulling up his pants. She slipped off the desk and fought through her dress to pull up her panties, suddenly very awkward and unsure of herself. In moments they had put themselves back together, yet she fought the urge to put her glasses back on. Danny just smiled, a secret smile, a promise of a secret to be kept, and perhaps more. Then he left.

She wasn't sure how long she sat there, thinking, basking in the glow of what had just happened. Her mind raced and her body tingled, and all she could think about was Danny's strong arms, hard body and rigid cock.

"Carolyn?"

Startled, she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden intrusion.

"Oh, Hi Danny!" 

"You were just staring out into space. I called your name like five times. Are you OK?" He stood there in the opening of her cubicle, just like she had imagined a short time before. He looked almost as good as he had in her fantasy. She took a deep, cleansing breath and put her imagination to rest.

"I'm fine. Just tired, I guess. I think I've been here too long." Danny flopped his tall, lanky frame into the guest chair and dropped a few papers on her desk.

"You do work late an awful lot. How come?"

"I guess I've got nothing better to do." Well, why the hell not? "Danny, when do you take your lunch?"

"Whenever I damn well please," he said confidently. "I run this joint after hours so I get to write my own ticket. Why?"

"I was thinking about dinner, and I hate to eat alone." 

"A pretty girl like you should never have to eat alone." His large hand landed on hers and gave a quick, friendly squeeze that lasted a fraction of a second too long. Carolyn smiled and dropped her reading glasses on the desk.