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No Time

By: Slick67



Sorry to leave you alone... you made me go in there to shower after you all alone and so hot and wet, so very very hot and wet! The water felt like fire rushing past my clit and almost made me cry out in pleasure. I know you would have picked the lock if I would have so I didn't. I wanted to run my fingers over my clit so very slowly and pinch it softly.

I kept imagining you being in the bedroom laying on the bed, on your stomach making yourself ever hotter and wetter and God I could not take my shower fast enough!

I love you so very much, and I wish we would not have waited all night to go here. I would have loved so very much to lay you back on the bed and crawl between your thighs and run my tongue so slowly over your clit till you were pulling my hair like you always do. Slowly slide my fingers so deep inside you, so dripping wet and bite your clit so softly and suck on it till you are screaming.

I love to hear your breathing getting harder and faster and feel you pulling my hair so hard as you pull your legs up over my head. Press my face harder into you, feeling your wetness soaking my lips and tongue, slowly covering my chin and dripping down my neck. 

Showing you how very much I love you with every breathe I take baby! God I love to taste you and feel you all over my tongue and fingers!

Gently moving my fingers so deep inside your dripping wet pussy until you are about to lose your mind and aching to cum. I pull them from you as I slide my tongue slowly and deeply into you now.

My head spins so wildly and I feel my heart racing so very hard and fast. Hoping I am giving you feelings you have never experienced in all your life. I want your head to be swimming so wildly with pleasure that you can think of nothing else but what you are feeling at the moment, to know I love you so very much and would do anything in the world to give you the most passionate love you could ever want to have, does your heart race like mine does when I touch you? 

Tell me, when you feel me moving between your thighs do you start to tremble inside and ache for my touch? Oh god I love you, I want to sit here and type to you all morning about the way you make me feel every time you just look at me. I could be here for an eternity searching for the words to describe the way you make my head spin when you kiss me and when I hear your moans of pleasure when I am making love to you. I know, god knowing it is me making you feel that.

Does your body burn and ache for me like mine is doing right now for you? You are sitting there on that couch looking so very very sexy with your hair all wet and up in that towel. I want to come over there and slowly undress you right now and show you just how much I love you for the rest of the day.

I wish you did not have to go to work. I would have you slide down to the edge of the couch and drop to my knees and push your back to the couch an move my tongue so softly over your stomach and down over your clit while I look up into those ever so beautiful blue eyes and see the pleasure slowly over coming you. Your mouth slowly opening as you breathe harder. 

I have memorized every expression that comes over your face while we are making love, the one I love the most is when you close your eyes and your mouth is so slightly parted and you are trying to breathe but you are not really breathing, it drives me so totally insane. 

I want to just stop and watch you and lose myself in the pleasure you are feeling. If I was to stop you would not be experiencing it any longer so I would not dare! I just go deeper into you and try to make you so wild and be filled with such a fire. Can you feel it racing through your blood out of control? Your head spinning, your heart racing, breathing so hard and fast, shaking harder and faster till you are finally cumming all over my tongue and lips.

The taste of you is so hot and sweet, coating my tongue, sliding around my mouth and taking my breathe away. I press even deeper into you wanting to drink you in and lose myself forever inside you... 

No Time for an Orgasm



I know that I've only got 45 minutes before I need to leave for the theater. I tell myself that I'm not going to masturbate in the shower. It would be a complete waste of time. I decide to give myself ten minutes. I'm just going to hop in, wash my hair, and hop out. Then I can throw on some clothes, do my makeup, and be ready to leave in plenty of time to catch the show. I step beneath the shower head and let the hot water pound down on me. I take a moment to revel in it, giving a little moan and tilting my head back so that the water wets my hair and cascades down my back. It's almost uncomfortably hot, but that's just the way I like it.

I get down to business, grabbing the shampoo, and working it into my hair, then rinsing, doing the same thing with the conditioner. It's as I'm rinsing out the conditioner that my resolve begins to weaken. The shower head is one of the variety that detaches from a bracket on the wall, so that you can concentrate the water in whichever area you like. I've switched the water pressure to the highest setting, thinking that it will clean the remaining conditioner out of my hair much more efficiently. But now I think about how good it would feel to direct that powerful jet of water against my clit. I imagine the heat of it, the intense pressure of the water, the challenge of finding the perfect spot upon which to concentrate the stream.

No, I tell myself. There's no time. My ten minutes are almost up. But the hand holding the shower head moves so that the stream of water is splashing against my pussy. Fuck it, I decide. This will only take a couple minutes. I reach down with my other hand and spread the lips of my pussy wide. I tilt my hips forward and angle the jet of water so that it pulses against my clit. It takes me a few moments to find the right spot, but when I do, I moan and hold myself still, letting the water do its work on me. 

I think about the last time we were together, about the way you grabbed my hair and spun me around to face you. You pressed yourself against me, letting me feel how hard I was making you, all the while telling me of the things you were going to do to me. I think about how you fucked me that night, taking me in first one position and then another, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of me, making me work for every one of them. When you finally allowed yourself to come (spending yourself in my mouth, telling me to swallow every drop), I was so exhausted that I could hardly manage to get up from the bed.

I moan, biting my lip, my breathing ragged. I begin to undulate my hips, working myself against the stream of hot water between my legs, letting the intense heat and pressure stroke my clit. My pussy is throbbing, swollen and wet, both inside and out. I think about what an insatiable slut I am. I can't even manage to take a quick shower without using it as an opportunity to rub one out.

I think about what you would do to me if you caught me masturbating when I should be getting ready to go out. Would you chastise me? Maybe smack my ass and drag me out of the shower, tell me that I'm going to make myself late? Or would you maybe slip in behind me, press me up against the shower wall and fuck me so hard that I would forget all about the theater? I imagine your hand circling my throat as you pull my body back against yours. I can almost feel the thickness of your cock thrusting in and out of the tight wet warmth of my cunt.

I gasp. The hand holding the shower head between my legs starts to tremble. Then my hips begin to thrust back and forth as the tension inside of me breaks and the orgasm takes hold of me. I cry out, trying to muffle it, but the sound echoes off the bathroom walls. The pulse of the hot water on my clit provokes wave after wave of ecstasy, and I ride them until the sensations suddenly become so intense that they edge into pain. I reach out a shaking hand and turn off the water.

I hop out of the shower and dry myself off. There is a lingering tenderness and wetness between my legs that I savor as I pull on a clean pair of panties and slip into my little black dress. I glance at the clock, knowing already that I'm running late. I manage to get myself coiffed and made up in record time, but you're going to beat me to the theater by at least ten minutes. I decide that I am going to tell you exactly why I'm late, and let you decide on a fitting punishment. There is much to be said for punctuality, but I think that you will probably agree with me that it is also important to make time for orgasms.



No Time For Games



I was surprised at how entertaining this evening was turning out to be. My friend Sara had dragged me along to the Game Club's RPG night. "Role Playing Game" in this context has nothing to do with improvisation, and very little to do with sex. It involved adults sitting on couches around a table pretending to be cyberpunk space elves or something like that, throwing dice and cursing profusely at each other. There were about eight people there besides Sara and I, and the game had already started. Despite many clichés to the contrary, it didn't appear to be a gathering of virgin males. This group consisted of three couples, a gay guy, and a guy that looked like he was a satyr. It seemed doubtful that any of these people lacked sexual experience, considering, but most of them weren't really my speed anyway. Sara and I walked in and the game master, who serves as a referee, stood up and said hello. He introduced Sara, and Sara introduced me. I quickly forgot most of the names. Why bother remembering them when I doubted I'd see any of these people ever again? This was so not my scene. 

We sat down, and the people resumed their game. It was pretty entertaining, between the squeaky gnome voices one guy was making and the game master's total obliviousness to how much he was annoying his players. I think that's why they started paying attention to me.

"They" were one of the couples playing the game, and they were definitely the most attractive members of that group. She was a petite Latina girl with gorgeous hips. Her hair was dark and cut short, and she was wearing snug tight pants and a tank top that zipped up the front that had D-rings. It made me wonder if she was into bondage, but I figured I was projecting. She was probably just one of those poser-goth chicks. Cute though. She was sitting on her husband's lap (I saw the rings pretty quickly), leaning back and playing with his long blond hair. He was as different from her as they come, being tall, blond, blue-eyed, fair skinned and broad shouldered. If not for being clean-shaven and a little bit of a prep, he could easily have passed for a Viking. Both were very attractive people, and very much "together" as it were, and I would probably have ignored but for one thing: they were giving me 'looks.'

I think she started first. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed her checking me out. She was being pretty subtle at first, but when I caught her gaze she didn't turn away. She smiled a little predatorily, winked, and then whispered something in her husband's ear. I don't think he had noticed me until that moment, but he laughed while she nibbled at his neck and I saw him scan me. Now, most girls would probably be weirded out by this kind of attention, but the clique I typically ran with had…wide-ranging appetites, and I began to see possibilities opening. I smiled back. I hadn't really dressed for seduction though. I was wearing my glasses instead of contacts, my hair (which my hairdresser called "goth red" for some strange reason) was just brushed straight. I was wearing camo pants and a black tight, low cut t-shirt, but I've been told that it would be a shame to hide breasts like mine with a baggy shirt. With my lack of foresight, I'd topped this off with a khaki jacket that was a couple of sizes too big for me.

Casually, I shrugged out of the jacket, and started playing my own game. I'm not sure if anyone else noticed the looks that were going across the table, but they were getting pretty loaded with innuendo, play, and invitation. The girl was biting her lip as she flirted silently with me, and moved to display her body to best advantage. The guy started leaning his head back as she caressed his hair and neck, and occasionally he'd shiver a little as her nails grazed a sensitive spot. His eyes were full of amusement and appreciation. I think he was laughing at me, his wife, and himself, but that didn't stop him from playing too. I leaned forward as he was watching me, and he quirked an eyebrow as the spill of cleavage came into view. His smile was full of mischief and I found myself getting rather turned on. They continued to whisper at each other while making clear silent passes at me and occasionally making out. They crackled with sexual energy and I assumed they must have been newlyweds, since no one seemed to find this unusual. Watching them, though, was incredibly sexy. I hadn't been with a couple since my junior year of high school, and this showed every indication of going in that direction. She turned so that her body shielded his from the rest of the table and smiled at me as she traced her fingers along the growing bulge in his pants. I felt the increasing warmth between my own legs, and I wanted.

I was jerked back to reality when Sara leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I'm bored. Let's go."

 I didn't look over at her, instead still feasting my eyes on my little tease show. "I'm having fun. Can't we stay a bit longer?"

"You're having fun? We're sitting around watching a bunch of geeks play pretend. What's fun about that? Let's go. I'm your ride." She started getting up and gathering her things. The game master paused. 

"Are you leaving already?" he asked. "You've barely been here half an hour."

Sara put on her best smile "I've got an early day tomorrow, we should really go." She waved and started heading towards the door. I didn't move. "Coming Kara?"

I looked over at her from my seat on the couch and smiled big. "Naw, I think I can find a ride." I heard the blond guy choke back a laugh. "You get on to bed."

Sara smiled daggers at me, then said, "Suit yourself," and ducked out the door.

The game resumed, and so did the flirtation, but pretty soon the group took a break for a snack run. Most of the players dispersed, leaving me suddenly alone with the couple. I took a chance and walked over to where they were sitting and perched on the arm of the couch, looking down at them. She was rubbing his cock through his jeans while hiding the action with her body. Nonchalantly, he looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"Kara."

"Kara," he said, tasting the word. "I'm Matt."

"I'm Elsa," the girl said. "What is that necklace you're wearing?" She reached up with her free hand and lifted my pendant with one finger from the curve of my breast.

"Oh, it was a gift. Nothing special, really." I gently took it from her fingers holding on a little bit longer than necessary. 

Elsa licked her lips. "There's room to sit with us, if you want. I'm sure we can squeeze you in."

I laughed at that. "I'm sure you could. I have a better idea. Why don't we just assume I sat next to and you teased me mercilessly for the next hour and a half and just skip to the part where you take me home."

"Oh," Matt said, his eyes blazing with delight and lust. "I like her."

Elsa seemed to pout a little. "I like teasing."

Matt poked her in the ribs, eliciting a squeak. "And what exactly have you been doing to me for the last 45 minutes?" 

Elsa shrugged dramatically. "Warming you up?"

Matt turned his attention back to me. "I think you had a wonderful idea. Let me just tell our host."

Matt walked off, surreptitiously adjusting himself, and Elsa and I both caught each other staring at his lovely ass as he moved into the other room. Elsa turned and pulled me down next to her on the couch. I was sure she was going to 'tease' me until Matt got back, but damned if I'd be the passive one. I made certain my hand landed on her breast as we settled down next to each other, and started kissing her lightly on the corner of her mouth. She let out a sigh as I squeezed her nipple through her shirt. I moved my lips to her neck and she arched it nicely, so I grazed the soft skin of her throat gently with my teeth. Her eyes snapped open and she pulled back to look at me for a second, and I gazed back, my mouth shaped into a satisfied smile. She pounced on me, kissing me deeply. I think she might have taken me there if Matt hadn't come back and jingled his keys at us. "I like exhibition as much as the next guy, but honestly, this is probably not the group you want to exhibit to. Jason might take pictures." Elsa looked up at him, breathing raggedly. 

"Home. Now."

We climbed into their Jeep Cherokee (I love Cherokees. Who doesn't?). Elsa climbed into the back seat with me, obviously wanting more. We made out, but I kept her at bay from anything serious. I wanted them both.

Fortunately the drive was short, and 5 minutes later we were at their apartment in a little cul-de-sac off of 400 South. We were laughing as we walked quickly up the stairs onto their landing, and Matt gave the keys to Elsa. She fumbled with them for a moment as he leant down to kiss me deeply. He smelled spicy, like cinnamon and ginger, and his kisses tasted good. The door opened and he lifted me off my feet, carried me in, and we all tumbled onto the couch. I was soon kissing them both, one after another, or kissing exposed flesh when they kissed each other. I'm not sure who took off what, but soon I was leaning back on top of Matt with my shirt off and my pants down at my knees. Elsa sucked one of my nipples and Matt helped my arms out of the bra straps, his cock pressing insistently against my lower back. 

A little presence of mind returned to me and I unzipped Elsa's top, revealing a pair of apple sized breasts. Her large, brown nipples were hard and crinkled and I pulled her chest down to my face to suck them gently, one after another. I reached my hand behind me and pulled Matt's cock out of his boxers and smiled as I felt its shape and size. Not bad, I thought to myself. I'd had longer cocks, but not one thicker. I could barely fit my fingers around its girth. 

Matt groaned as he made out with Elsa and kneaded my generous breasts. I broke myself away from Elsa's nipple and breathed to him, "harder, Matt." He didn't need much encouragement. Soon he was pulling harder on my nipples, pinching and pulling on them the way I like. I took my cues for playing with Elsa's breasts from his initial treatment, though. Gentle caresses with my lips and tongue had Elsa squirming her sex against my bare leg. I helped her out of her panties—her pants were long gone—and caressed the area around her shaved mons. 

Matt lifted me up and settled my panty-clad pussy against the length of his cock. He started a gentle, but insistent, sawing motion. Elsa rocked her pussy against my hand as I stroked her pussy gently. I felt her wetness increase as I gently pushed a finger into her opening. She moaned and let her head fall onto my shoulder. Matt's hands wandered to my hips, tugging at my panties. I murmured something about letting me stand for that, and we disengaged. They sat back, naked and caressing each other on the couch as I stood before them and removed my panties. My pussy was soaking wet, and I wanted that cock desperately, or her mouth. I wasn't particular. 

But not yet. 

I got down on my knees and held Matt's cock gently in my hands. The head was smaller than I had expected, nowhere near as oversized as the rest of his cock, giving the overall impression of a club shape. Elsa got behind me and rubbed her breasts against my back, whispering encouragements as she tickled my neck with her lips. When she said "I want to see you suck his cock," I stopped running my fingers over the head, grasped the base, and pulled it into my mouth. Matt held my head gently, not impeding my motion as I moved up and down his cock, my jaw stretched wide to accommodate his girth. I spread my legs apart as Elsa reached down to finger me, and her small fingers felt incredibly good against my lips and clit. I felt myself rising to an orgasm, and decided to distract Elsa. I didn't want to be the first to come. I pulled her over to kiss my lips then pulled her down next to me. Together we sucked Matt's cock and balls, trading occasionally. Matt groaned and ran his hands through our hair, whispering our names. My hand snaked its way between Elsa's legs and I started playing gently with her clit. Her hips were rocking, and though she tried to return the favor, her efforts were distracted. Good. Soon her head was resting against the inside of Matt's leg as she panted from my ministrations. She shuddered and let out a happy cry as she came on my fingers.

I rose and gave her a smoldering look. Surprisingly, Matt had not come from our combined attentions, but his cock was hard as rock. I smiled at Elsa.

"Mind if I fuck your husband, dear?"

Breathing hard, she nodded. I straddled Matt on the couch, and eased myself onto the head of his cock. He grabbed my hips and said, jokingly, "Don't I get a say?"

I was suspended there, barely penetrated, wanting more, and almost annoyed. "You know what? No." I rocked my hips sharply, and broke free from his grip. Suddenly, he was inside me. He filled me, stretched me, pushed against my cervix. It was utterly incredible.

He groaned as I started moving on top of him. "Brat," he breathed, as my hips picked up the pace. "Bossy little brat."

I leaned forward as I slammed my pussy up and down against his cock. "Damn right, lover." I bit his ear. "What, were you expecting some pliant young thing?" 

Elsa had come up close to our joining, watching with fascination. She turned to Matt. "Do you think you might come inside her?"

"Maybe." He started playing with my nipples, roughly, and I saw Elsa move up and start to lick Matt's own nipples. He liked it rough, too, apparently, as he bucked up against me when she bit less than gently. I watched them, on top of him, filled with his cock and fucking it for all I was worth. I felt his thrusts beneath me quicken, and his breath became ragged. My own orgasm started to build within me, and I rode it up, up, up, feeling it flow over me. Suddenly, it broke over me like a wave, and I was letting out a cry of my own. I looked down, saw them watching me, and suddenly he grunted, and thrust hard into me, pushing me into another orgasm. I heard Elsa exclaim in amazement, but I didn't catch exactly what she said. All that existed was my orgasm, and feeling every twitch and splash as he emptied deep inside me. I collapsed onto his chest, pulled Elsa up with me, and kissed her between gasps. I felt Matt's cock twitch inside me.

"Liked that, did you?" I asked him. He nodded. "You?" I asked Elsa.

Elsa smiled her toothy grin. "He's never done that before, you know."

"Done what, had a threesome?" I was perplexed.

"No, silly. Come inside a woman that wasn't me."

This pair was strange indeed, but I think I liked them. A lot.



No Time For Homework



It was a dewy Saturday morning, the kind of which left you with tons of time on your hands, but not much to do with that time. Brent looked out over his backyard while sipping a coffee, mulling over in his head some things that had recently been plaguing his thoughts. His hand slipped down to his pajama pants as he thought of those things, resting on the rising bulge in his pants. Slowly he rubbed his fingers up and down that hard place, thinking dirtier and dirtier thoughts. His thoughts were broken by the sound of his wife and child, Samantha, talking at the head of the stairs. Brent ceased to rub his hardness, but pushed himself more under the table, lucky in that the table cloth reached so low. The footsteps of his child went first down the stairs, followed by his wife Kaye, who looked tired and annoyed that she had to work on a Saturday.

His wife smiled at him as his little darling daughter rushed over to hug him good morning. Brent enjoyed hugging his daughter more so today than usual because of the extra length of him hidden under the table. His eyes closed as he smelled the fresh sweetness of her hair, and his grip got a little tighter, as his thoughts delved into the dirtier ones from a few minutes ago. He wanted to take this little thing in his arms and push something inside of her, make her want it—

"Geez, daddy, let me go! I'm not going anywhere!" His reverie was broken by the scolding words in jest by his daughter. His wife laughed and winked at Brent, shaking her finger at him as she turned towards to stove and making breakfast.

"Hon, I'm just gonna make something quick today, because I have so much to do at the office, and I also have errands to run, groceries to get, blah blah blah," said Kaye. 

She looked a bit frustrated as she cooked the eggs, talking to Brent about things that he should get done today in the yard. Brent was hardly listening, he was looking over at his daughter, who sat at the table with a magazine. Samantha didn't notice as his eyes roved over her body, taking in her lush breasts, such the right size, firm and youthful. Nor did she see as Brent looked at her face, oh those lips, picturing them wrapped around something hard and long, those lips wet as he hungrily—

"One egg or two, babe?" His wife called. Brent muttered hoarsely, her question again breaking him out of some very dirty thoughts. He was so hard that all he wanted to do was beat off there, even if it was under the table, not caring that it was in front of everybody. With thoughts of what he hoped to do later, he made it through breakfast, all the while watching as little glibs of egg fell from his daughter's fork to her chest, watching her touch her chest and with her fingers suck that food from them with her red lips.

Finally, Kaye pushed her chair back, pecking him on the cheek, and again telling him to get some work done at home. She reminded him that it would be a late night today, and not to worry. He smiled and nodded, his one hand going under the table to squeeze his crotch, unnoticed by his wife. When he heard the car pull out of the driveway, he looked back over to his little innocent daughter.

"So Sam, have any plans today?" He asked. "No not really, I was just going to stay home and do homework or something," Sam replied, with a tiny frown. She was finishing highschool, and starting to look at colleges, as normal eighteen year old girls do.

"What! Homework on the weekend! I won't allow it," Brent exclaimed, with a friendly smile. His daughter giggled, snapping the magazine shut and leaning her head on her arm. 

"Well, you seem like you have plans on your mind! I thought I heard mom tell you that you had yard work to do. Ha ha," she jibed.

Brent smiled, his smile getting wider, as he openly looked at her breasts, his hand again rubbing himself under the table. "Ohhh, no. Mom won't be home for a long time…a long, long….time today. I have an idea, how bout we put in a movie, and watch it like old times?"

Samantha rolled her eyes, only jokingly so, and agreed, but only if she could pick the movie. Brent compromised, saying only if he could pick the second movie. Samantha giggled, skipping out of the kitchen, her tight little ass rolling from side to side as she got on her hands and knees, looking under the TV for the movie she wanted to watch. Her father groaned, seeing her in that position. He had only a few minutes ago finally gotten his hard cock to calm down, but he felt it twitch in his sweatpants. He didn't want to spoil what he had planned, so he looked away.

Brent sat down on the couch, noticing that she had picked one of the many teenie flicks that were out there these days. Samantha bounced over and sat next to him, leaning against his side, her firm chest rubbing against his arm. The movie played on, and Brent was more and more looking at his daughter. She was so hot, her long legs smooth and nicely tanned. He wondered if she were smooth elsewhere. He looked up to her face and saw how her lower lip hung open, as she watched the movie, looking so wet and also looking like it needed to be sucked. Brent hid a smile, he could think of other things that needed to be sucked too.

The movie reached a scene where some teen Hollywood celeb was having sex with her boyfriend. He saw that Samantha had an enrapt face, her breathing getting a little shallower. Brent decided it would be a good time to start what he had wanted to start for so many years, as he watched her body get more and more womanly.

His hand moved over until it was on his own leg, an inch away from his penis, which was getting harder and harder in his sweatpants. Soon he had a little tent going. The fact that he was so near his daughter, even touching her arm, made Brent feel dirty and very turned on. His hand started to slowly rub the bulge in his pants, very discreetly, but noticeably enough for Samantha to see. The boyfriend in the movie was on top of the girl, going at it like no tomorrow. Samantha looked out of the corner of her eye to see if her dad was mad at her for watching such movies, and noticed his hand caressing his very large bulge in his pants.

She sucked in a little breath, surprised, but even more so than surprised, curious. Brent noticed she was looking, and pretending that he didn't see her watching, grabbed his cock through his sweatpants, letting the long thick shaft be easier seen. He rubbed it up and down this way, slowly looking over at his daughter, who had her eyes glued to what he was doing.

"Do you like what you see, Sam?" Brent whispered. "Do you know what your daddy is doing?" His other hand reached down between his legs and rubbed at his balls, the soft flannel inside of the sweatpants feeling so good.

Sam took a few seconds to reply, her mouth hanging even more open, the movie suddenly forgotten. "You're…you're making your penis get hard."

Brent held his hand still, and moved his hips so that the covered hard cock moved in and out of his grip easily. "Close baby, Daddy is already very hard. Right now, I'm stroking it's hardness. And it feels….so…good. What does that make you think, Sam?"

Sam was breathing heavier, surprised that she would ever see her daddy do this, or even hear such dirty things come out of his mouth. Oddly, it was doing something to her, but she didn't exactly know what.

"I don't know Daddy, I've never seen one before."

"Do you want to touch it Sam? Do you want to learn what you can do to it?"

Samantha looked nervous, knowing deep down this was probably considered a bad thing, to actually be in this situation was bad enough, but she didn't want to leave. She was so curious to see what all the guys at school were always talking about.

"Daddy, I…," Samantha didn't finish, her daddy had stopped rubbing his hardness and had moved a big strong hand over to her breast, his breath long and hard, as he touched something he had wanted to feel for so long. His fingers massaged into the firm flesh, Sam's t shirt, so thin that he could feel her nipple hardening under her palm. He rubbed his palm over her nipple, sending burning hot and cold sensations through Sam's body. 

"Has any boy ever touched you like this, little baby?" Brent squeezed and released her breast, his other hand moving Samantha so she was facing him on the couch. He used his other hand on her tit, massaging and pulling at her succulent little breasts, just big enough for a hand full. He tweaked at her nipple, looking at her face to see the affect.

"No Daddy, not like..uhhmmm..not like that. They were always so hard and brutal when they did it. This….this feels…" Samantha had her eyes closed, not noticing that she was moving her torso to meet her daddy's searching hands.

"It feels good, doesn't it, baby? It's getting my little girl hot….it's getting Daddy very hot too."

Brent pushed his daughter back on the couch, his heavier body holding her down. Samantha looked up at him, a bit frightened, but still trusting that her father could do no harm. She watched as he pushed her legs open, her little tiny boxer shorts cleaving between her pussy lips. He lowered himself between her legs.

"Daddy is going to show you what he wants to do to you, honey, Daddy is going to …to show you," Brent groaned as he spoke, moving his body against Samantha's, his hard cock encased in his sweatpants. He was rubbing it between her legs, mock simulating sex, moving slowly, so that she felt him against her pussy. Hot air was breathed into her face, her daddy's eyes piercing into her own. Samantha's eyes fluttered a bit, feeling some affect of a rubbing between her legs. She felt a hot boiling heat building up between her legs, getting bigger, closer and then closer to bursting. Suddenly her father stopped his slow movements.

"Oh Daddy is going to cum in his pants if he doesn't stop what he is doing to you. Mmm, I bet my little daughter liked that." He slipped his hand between her legs, making Samantha gasp, as he felt over the crotch of her shorts. 

"Ah, I know my daughter liked that," Brent uttered. He sat back on the couch, spreading his own legs a little. He looked at Samantha, who had leaned onto her knees on the couch with a dazed expression on her face. Samantha's father took her little hand and put it over his hard crotch, rubbing it up and down the shaft. He was so turned on that his cock jumped slightly in his pants, as he felt his daughter's hand there for the first time.

"This is my big, thick, veiny cock, daughter. Soon you are going to feel its flesh, but I want you to tease me first…I want you to rub it through my pants, so get between my legs."

He was not so surprised to see Samantha obey. Brent figured she wanted that feeling he gave her earlier again, and would do anything for it. She leaned forward with her hand out, but Brent grabbed her head between his hands, pushing her face down on his crotch, rubbing that hardness in his pants all over her face. He gyrated his hips, humping hard at her face, hearing his daughter gasp.

"You like that don't you? Daddy's hardness feels good on your face. It will feel even better when it's hot and hard on your face. I want you to touch between your legs…rub that little pussy."

Brent thrust away at her, being careful not to cum yet, having other plans for where his come should go. He saw her make no movements, and gave a little growl.

"Do it. I've seen you play with your pussy before. That's right, Daddy has been watching you at night. I see you moving under your sheets and making all those little, hot noises. Do it, baby daughter!"

Samantha moaned, her fingers trailing down her stomach inside her pants. Her body jumped, moved, as her fingers found her sweet little clit. Brent slowed down, watching her, just rubbing enough on her face to let her feel the hardness.

"You haven't said much daughter. Does it feel good? Do you like Daddy like this?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Say Daddy I like how it feels."

"D-Daddy I like how it feels."

"Say it makes me so hot and dirty."

"Oh God….it makes me so hot and dirty, Daddy."

Brent stopped long enough to push his sweatpants off down to his ankles. His hard cock lay heatedly against his stomach. Samantha moaned, crawling up on the couch next to him. Her daddy's cock was thick, pulsating, dribbling a little precum.

"Take your shirt off baby, but leave those little sexy pajama shorts on," Brent ordered. She did so, letting Brent see her tits, the nipples hard like tiny pebbles. Her father moaned, his hand working up and down his cock, pulling it fast, stroking it. He took her head and pushed it down in his crotch, making her face wet with his precum.

"Lick it baby, lick your first cock. Daddy has the first cock you're going to lick. Come on baby, ohhhhhhhhh fuck yes, that's rrriiiiight."

Samantha complied, licking the stickiness off her father's thick cock, feeling the veins under her soft tongue. She leaned down and lapped at his heavy balls, one of her hands reaching down to scoop them into her palm. The tips of her fingers pressed against Brent's ass, rubbing with her daddy's slight thrusting movements.

Brent had moved his hand over to between his daughter's legs, pressing and rubbing until she was wet through her tiny shorts. She was so slick and hot down there that her daddy's fingers had no trouble picking up a rhythm. Samantha was moving her hips now, getting more and more excited, her moans vibrating on her daddy's cock, as he prodded her mouth open with his short, upward thrusts.

"Ohhhh yeah, that's it daughter, Daddy can feel his cum burning in his balls, and it's going to spray all down your throat. Good daughter…that's my little Sam, fuck my cock with your mouth. Fuck it, ohh, fuck it!"

Brent was moving with quick small up and down movements, his cock pushing up into Sam's mouth. Her whole body was shaking, and she was moaning uncontrollably. Brent pushed hard against her clit, an act that caused his daughter to cum. Wetness seeped through the bottom of his daughter's shorts. Samantha gave a loud, muffled moan, her lips still tight around her father's rigidly thick shaft.

He gave a few more hard deep thrusts into her mouth, amazed at how high he could get his hips off the couch, and started spurting down his daughter's throat. Brent squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth wide open, teeth bared, as he felt the tightness of his balls release into his own daughter's mouth. Samantha sucked at him still, swallowing, Brent feeling these actions against his cock head and shaft, causing his balls to spurt one last shot of his liquid cum down her throat.

Samantha moved to let her daddy's cock out of her mouth, but Brent held her down there. "Let it get soft in your mouth, my little fuck daughter. Yeaaah, that's it, I want all that cum inside of you, coating your throat."

His cock softened, but was still semi-hard. She felt herself being pulled over onto her father, so that she sat on that still powerful cock. Brent licked at her tits, his tongue rasping their softness with hard tugs.

"Oh God, Daddy…that feels so good."

"I knew you would like it, baby, and I have so much more to show you."

Samantha smiled, "If you make me feel anything like just a bit ago, I'll let you." She licked at her lips, which were coated with her daddy's cum.

"I'm going to kiss you baby, because my cock has been in your mouth, and I want my tongue in there too," Her father said. He licked at her lips, then thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting his own cum, until he was delirious with the taste. His daughter's tongue felt so soft against his own. He let her get excited and hot again.

"You know baby, this has to be our little secret….I don't think Mommy would like it."

Samantha smiled again, a bit wickedly, "Yes Daddy. Didn't Mommy say she wouldn't be home until way later?"



No Time for Romance



(David and Bernadette together again for the first time. What began as an erotic spanking ends with . . . something else. This story is a sequel to "Taken by Surprise," found in the Fetish section.)

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Bernadette didn't walk across the lobby of the casino. She glided. She flowed. She slithered. A vision in a scarlet mini-dress. A hot coal, a ripe strawberry, a valentine. With legs.

And David watched. Jesus, how did she get into a dress that tight?

And what was it about high heels that was so sexy, he wondered. "Oh right," he remembered, watching the hypnotic rock and roll of her succulent round ass when she sauntered to the cashier window. She curled slender fingers around a roll of chips, and turned toward the blackjack table, stopping short when she caught sight of David sitting at the bar. He raised his glass in a silent toast, then turned away. 

Still he monitored surreptitiously as she ambled to the blackjack table and hoisted her cute derriere onto the elevated stool. He knew it was cute; he'd become intimately acquainted with it last week when, the first time he'd laid eyes on her, he'd pinioned her over his knee for a sound spanking. In fact, he had done little else but think about that sweet ass for the past week. He shook his head to clear it of the blood-warming image of her taut but yielding bottom. He was supposed to meet an out-of-town client—out-of-towners always wanted to meet in a casino. Going into the conference room with a raging hard-on wouldn't help win the bid on a building contract.

Bernie's dress had crept up her sleek thigh, revealing more leg and causing a lot of squirming and adjusting of crotches among the men at the neighboring table. David couldn't help smiling to himself; the little minx knew exactly what she was doing: teasing every cock in the room that was attached to a heterosexual. Including his own, dammit.

Her pink mouth pursed in a little pout when the dealer took the last of her chips, and she moved in slow motion, easing one long slender leg off the stool—could that skirt ride up any higher and still be legal? Then the other leg, and for a second her legs parted just enough to hint at a promising dark shadow at the apex of those silky thighs. Nobody saw anything, but every man in the place would swear that he did. She bent her knees in a little dip, tugged at her hem with both hands, and did a little one-two twitch of her hips to straighten the sleek lines of that impossibly red dress. A collective groan—inaudible but unmistakably understood—emanated from the male population in the casino.

David was done watching this show. Screw the client, screw the appointment, screw the contract. He tossed back the rest of his drink and stepped in front of Bernie. It was like stepping into the path of an oncoming train, but David Duvane was undaunted.

She bumped right into him and he put his hands on her waist to steady her, kept them there. She didn't try to pull away. He liked that.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded.

"My boyfriend was supposed to meet me. He didn't show. Now he's my ex-boyfriend."

"Any idea the effect that dress is having on every able-bodied man in the room?" 

She looked down at herself as if she just noticed that her luscious curves had been poured into the clingy red knit. Mischievous brown eyes sparkled up at him from beneath smoky dark lashes. "Yes."

He couldn't help the chuckle that spiraled up from his chest. He still gripped her waist, making sure that the hard bulge straining at his trousers brushed her flat belly. Aware of the eyes all around them, he took her elbow and steered her to a door marked "Private." 

The bleeps and clangs of the slot machines faded behind them as David guided her through several turns of the dark, quiet hallway to the conference room where his meeting was to have been held. The door was locked.

"Damn," he muttered.

She leaned back against the wall, her hands behind her back, a smug smile playing at her mouth. "Problem?"

He practically snarled, studied her sexy little smirk for half a beat, then hooking his fingers into the low neckline of her dress, yanked the bodice down with one efficient motion. He wasn't even sure the tight fabric would budge, but Duvane was never afraid to take a risk, and was rewarded when two creamy tits sprang out. She arched her back, offering her tits to him. He cupped a breast in each hand, raked his thumbs over the nipples that puckered like dried cranberries, watched her clear brown eyes go dark and cloudy.

Jesus, her blood was as heated as his.

Her hand went to his cock, rubbing him through the fabric of his trousers. Skilled fingers had eased his zipper halfway down before he gained control, seizing her wrist and pinning her arm against the wall over her head. Her little frustrated whimper gratified him. His other hand still teased the hard nipple of one breast. He leaned into her, their breath mingling. his mouth hovering over hers, one millimeter away from taking her mouth in a crushing kiss. 

Dammit, he wanted to fuck her, not romance her. 

No, he would not allow himself to be lost in a sumptuous, soul-claiming kiss. Instead, he gave her erect nipple a rough pinch, pleased at her surprised gasp, then snaked his fingers under the front hem of her dress to probe with one fingertip the outer folds of her warm pussy, not at all surprised to find that she wasn't wearing panties.

He held her eyes with his while he worked his fingers deftly. She rotated her hips, trying to twist her greedy cunt onto his fingers, which he kept just out of reach...watched the frustration build in her dark eyes...felt the desire in her moistening cunt.

"Back in college we called girls like you 'easy'," he whispered against her hair, his lips skimming over her ear, her neck, her breasts, to seize her waiting nipple and draw it into his mouth.

"And now?" she panted. 

He lifted his head to gage the response in her expressive eyes. "Now we call girls like you "slut'." 

She moaned and chewed on her lower lip. Good. She didn't slap him. That was a promising sign, a sign that she really was a slut, and knew it. Her breathing was already ragged, and still his fingertips played with her engorged pussy lips, brushing light strokes over her clit that was standing up and demanding attention. She wriggled against his teasing hand. Her liquid brown eyes did the talking, and they said, "fuck me."

David laughed derisively and rammed two fingers into her wet cunt, felt the walls of that channel seize his fingers. Just as suddenly, he withdrew, watching the silent plea in her eyes as he left her needy cunt bereft. Her sweet pink mouth moved silently, her tongue peeked out to lick her upper lip, and he slid his two fingers, wet with her juice, into her waiting mouth. 

Bernadette sucked greedily, her eyes closed, her hips still rotating, questing for the fulfillment of their unspoken agreement.

She was so open, so vulnerable, and yet her body held strength, promise. 

Her sweet warm mouth tugged at his fingers and her lively circling tongue brought him closer to his own personal brink. He broke the suction of her hungry lips and thrust his fingers back inside her pussy, thrust deep, nudged the spot that he knew would draw a response, and she didn't disappoint him. Her eyes flew open and she cried out. He clamped his other hand over her mouth.

"Be quiet, Bernadette," he commanded through a breathy chortle, "You're going to get us thrown in jail." David wasn't one to display his sexual prowess for a crowd, and fucking her in this secluded hallway was as public as he wanted to go.

Her eyes laughed in merry agreement. The naughty witch would probably love to have a couple of casino security guards for an audience. Jesus, she was maddening. 

She nipped at his hand with her perfect white teeth, and he lowered that hand to cradle an exposed breast, her flesh cool against his warm palm. All the while, he reached ever deeper with his stiffened fingers, sliding in and out of that velvet passage, his fingertips memorizing every fold of slippery flesh, every spasm of that sweet, secret cavern.

He wanted to make her wait. Wanted to make himself wait. But then her hand reached again for the aching bulge between his legs, and he groaned with lust. He saw her gloating response in the arch of an eloquent eyebrow, and, routing his defenses, grasped her shoulders and spun her around to face the wall. 

Insinuating his knee between her thighs, he spread her legs, clasped her hips against his throbbing cock, and pushed her upper body forward, so that she had to brace herself with her hands and forearms against the wall. She was off balance now, and that's just where he wanted her.

He grabbed the hem of her dress and bunched it up around her waist. A moment of silence ensued while he regarded her stunning bottom, paid silent homage to the god of tits and ass, and cupped each round cheek in a firm hand. She tried to look over her shoulder, and he snickered at her futile efforts. 

His hands roamed over those smooth butt cheeks, learning the slope of her curves, the indentation where ass meets thigh. A delightful visible shiver caused her back to arch when his strong fingers reached down to cup her damp mound while his thumb brushed lazy circles over her anus. Once again he slid rigid fingers into her dripping cunt, swept his other hand around to clutch her heated mound from in front, so that his hands possessed her quivering pussy inside and out, in front and behind. She was his now, her body gyrating in sync with his driving, controlling hands, rocking and swaying at his command, to the rhythm of his choosing. 

When he released her and stepped back, she cried out in anguish, dropping her head onto her forearms. As he unzipped his pants and seized his cock, he made a final appraisal of his ready target and gave a quick reverent nod to the god of high heels and long legs.

Again she craned her neck in a futile effort to look over her shoulder and see what he was doing.

"Be still, Bernie," he growled, and nudged her legs further apart with his hard-muscled thigh. Then he rammed his cock home.

She was halfway through a long low wail before he got his hand over her mouth again. He was on the verge of a primal roar himself, what with her ass pitching and swaying in front of him like a ripe peach about to fall from the tree, the soft-ridged walls of her cunt clamping his cock like a vise. 

The time for waiting was done, and David plunged into her, found his rhythm. They didn't move as one; they moved as mirror images of one another, and Bernadette's motion was the perfect yin for his yang. She was biting hell out of his hand, but at least she wasn't yelling, and the smarting in his hand only spurred him to pound into her even harder. She was pumping too, slamming her ass against him, and when he slid his other hand around to palm her flat belly, clutching her hard against him, she opened for him, took him into her, held him while he swelled and released and spilled over inside her.

His cock still hard, he gripped her hips in both his hands, hammered again and again against the deepest wall of her cunt until her neck arched, her back stiffened, and her legs tensed, her mouth open on a silent cry.

When her tremors gave way to tiny shivers, he drew out of her, sucking in air between clenched teeth when the sensitive head of his cock raked across the rim of her cunt. He gathered her long brown hair into one hand, dragged it aside to reveal the slender column of her neck, pulled her back against him, still kneading her belly with his other hand. Her hands went up to protect her naked breasts in a gesture at once innocent and erotic. She dropped her chin to her chest, exposing more of that delectable neck, and there was nothing for him to do but press his lips against her nape and breathe in the spicy fragrance of her hair. He felt the involuntary shudder along her spine when his mouth touched her skin.

What the hell--a little romance never hurt anybody. 

Readers: Don't forget to vote—it's easy and feeds my ego. Thanks, Sabrina



No Time for Tenderness



I had to work a couple extra hours to be on track with my goals for the next day. Jenn was fine with that, as she didn't feel like cooking anyway. She would go out for a bite, and I would grab something on the way home, and we might just settle in and watch a movie before bed. I was just packing up my laptop when the phone rang, caller ID telling me it was her. "I've been reading," she said with an edge to her voice.

"And you called to tell me that because?" I asked, somewhat irritated.

"Erotic stories on-line; now get your ass home." The intensity of her words sank in, and I felt a stir in my cock. She was hot and bothered, and waiting for me to quench her thirst. "There is no time for tenderness, not tonight," she said, almost breathlessly, as the call ended.

As the drive home took me closer to our neighborhood, my heart rate increased in anticipation of what was to happen. Her words on the phone, and the tone and urgency in her voice replayed in my mind since leaving the office. Even the stresses of early evening traffic couldn't suppress my arousal as the miles passed.

The house was dark when I got there. I made my way toward our bedroom. The door was open, and the soft glow of one nightstand lamp spilled out into the hallway. As I stepped into the room, I was not prepared for the sight that greeted me. She was on the bed, on top of the covers, and completely naked. She was half sitting up, leaning back, propped up on her arms. One leg laid flat on the bed, the other bent at the knee; both spread wide. Her neatly trimmed, closely cropped, blonde pussy was on display; lips red and swollen, slightly parted, and visibly wet. The look on her face was something of a contradiction; stern, yet soft. It was a look of desire. It was a look that I'd only seen on rare occasion. It was the look that told me she was not interested in making love at that moment, but needed to be thoroughly fucked. Taking in such an intensely erotic sight, my cock felt like a steel rod attempting to rip through my slacks.

Her full breasts, topped with perfectly round, light brown, hard nipples quickly rose and fell under her breath. She seemed to look right through me as she urgently, yet softly said "I need it. Fuck me. Fuck me now baby, just fuck me."

Two steps toward the bed, and I stopped myself short in order to remove my work clothes. I only unbuttoned the top two buttons of my dress shirt, and pulled it off over my head. Unfastened and only half unzipped, my pants were halfway off as my shoes were kicked aside. Off they came along with my socks in a flash and I bounded toward the foot of the bed.

Such an appetizing view, her pussy could not escape at least a brief taste as I moved to her, face first, pushing her thighs up as my tongue slipped between her folds. Sweet juice from her entrance coated my tongue and chin as I made one long lick up the length of her slit and past her clit, making her jump with a sharp intake of breath. Over her mound and up her lower belly, my tongue circled and dipped into her navel before continuing toward her left breast. Circling her nipple, and then trailing to her right breast, my tongue retreated to allow my teeth to lightly scrape over her nipple in a gentle pulling nibble. As my lips closed over it and tongue began its assault, the tip of my now aching cock pressed at the entrance of her steaming hot and slickened pussy.

Only seconds had passed since I moved to the bed, and she groaned as her arms gave way and allowed her body to lie back on the bed. Oral contact was broken, but movements of her hips pushed her pussy over the head of my cock and seemingly began to suck it in. Her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me to her as her hips motioned upward, pulling me further into her velvet grip. I thrust forward as her arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling my face to the base of her neck as my cock penetrated her completely. My lips closed on her neck, and tongue made circles on her flesh as I pulled back with my hips against the pressure of her legs. Another thrust plunged me to her depths in one swift motion that rocked her and the bed. "Ah, fuck, yes," was her cry and I rose up on my knees.

I put my hands on her inner thighs and pried her legs from around my waist. I pushed her thighs back to the sides of her breasts, raising her ass up off the bed, and opening her pussy up completely. She whimpered as I began to pump in and out of her. The first strokes were deliberate, pulling almost all the way out, so just the very tip remained inside, and then plunging down until once again fully penetrated. Each downward thrust was faster than the last.

I looked into her eyes. They were smoldering, and pleading. Each exhale produced an almost imperceptible little whine. I knew what she wanted, and the need to please her further fueled my own passion. I used my hands to brace myself against the backs of her thighs and began to piston in and out of her. Her eyes closed and her head threw back as she groaned with each pounding motion. The centers of our being slapped together in a steady rhythm as her juices flowed over my cock and my balls.

She reached one hand between her legs and between us, rubbing circles over her clit with the tips of her two middle fingers. I felt my balls tighten and her pussy begin to quiver. She began letting out a long, high pitched moan, increasing in volume, until she screamed, "Aaaahhhh, fuck me, I, I'm c, c, aaahhh!" Her pussy went into spasms, massaging my cock, and pushing me over the edge. I let out a growl as my thrusts became slower in retreat, but harder pounding into her. I held my breath as I came, spilling my seed into her depths, pressed hard to the lips of her pussy, and hips involuntarily making thrusting motions against her.

As the pulses of my own orgasm eased, and the squeezing sensations she was giving me lessened, I collapsed over her. My head on the bed, facing her, she turned to face me. Our breathing began to slow, and she looked lovingly in my eyes. I heard her softly whisper, "I love you." I kissed her softly, lips just barely making contact. You see, there was a time for tenderness, after the animal lust had been sated.



No Time for Words



Chapter Fifty Six: No Time For Words

She had known him for a few months now and had always found him very handsome and sexy. She had pictured herself with him making love many times over. The fantasies...the urges...the bathroom masturbation. Finally they would be out at the same place and the opportunity would be perfect for her to say something. She would try and feel him out, to see where he stood first. She was going to play it slow.

They met at the mall and began their walking from store to store. She don't know why she ever agreed to go shopping for the bosses birthday present but there she was. The only good thing was that he had volunteered to help her. He was the one who went to all their co-workers and got donations.

Shopping was the farthest from her mind. They had tooled around and nothing came to mind. They finally decided to give it up for the day and head back to his place for some lunch. 

She parked behind him and got out of her car and headed up to the door to meet him. He guided her in to his abode and showed her the couch. He told her to make her self comfortable. She removed her shoes and coat and sat on the couch with her feet curled beneath her.

He went into the kitchen and brought back some sandwiches and sodas. He sat down and placed the food on the coffee table in front of them. 

She couldn't eat. She was so nervous. You could see she was bursting to say something, what was it he thought. 

He blurted out, "Are you okay? What is on your mind today?"

She couldn't contain it any longer so she put her feet down and looked him square in the eyes and said, "I have had a crush on you since we met. But I was with to shy to say anything and well I didn't know how you felt about me." 

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. This ravenous woman wanted him. He was both astonished and flattered. She had been in several of his fantasies, but he never acted on them. He was more respectful than that. He really didn't know how to approach her or what to even say. This was like a dream coming true to him. "He spoke up and said "well, I guess we have both been on the same page then." "I have wanted you since the day I saw you too." 

She smiled and leaned closer to him until their lips almost touched. He wanted to take her right then and there. The throbbing of his cock pressed hard against his jeans. He grabbed her and pulled her into him to devour her lips and take what was his. Her lips were softer than he imagined and his cock pulsed at the thought of them on his dick. She sat up and straddled him on the chair, her skirt hitching up to her waist. He ran his hands down her thighs to cup her ass and drag her closer to his dick. She ground her hips against him moaning in his mouth. 

She laid her hands on his chest, feeling the taught hardness of his masculinity. She rubbed her hands up his chest and over his shoulder's to rest lightly on his biceps. She felt his muscles moving under his soft skin she could feel her own tightness low in her belly. 

He quickly pulled off her tank top and allowed her breasts to be free. He grazed her nipples with his hands hardening them instantly. 

She broke off the kiss to move down his neck and down the center of his chest. She moved over his stomach stopping when she reached the waist band of his boxer briefs. She ran her hand over the massive bulge in his briefs. He sighed and leaned back his head. She kissed his cock through the cloth and then released him of the boxer briefs. His dick was huge and she stroked her hand over the length of it. She bent her head to lick his cock. She covered every inch of it with her tongue. She looked up to stare at him as she swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock. "What do you want me to do?" 

He gritted his teeth. She was teasing him, This was the beauty he knew. "I want you to take my cock deep into your mouth." I want you to massage it with your pulsating throat muscles. I want you to enjoy the hardness and the salty taste of my pre ejaculate. I want you to take it like you own it.

She smiled and then dropped her head to take his full length into her mouth. His breath left his body as she withdrew it completely, and then took him deep again. She kept up a slow pace taking his cock into her mouth as far as she could go. Her tongue swirled around his shaft and she moaned with him deep inside her mouth. Her hand stroked softly after her mouth gently squeezing his cock. It pulsed into her mouth and she increased her pace, sucking a little harder on his cock. He thrust his hands into her hair and thrust his dick into her mouth. She kept up with his pace, swallowing his cock greedily. She felt him growing impossibly larger in her mouth and she kissed down his shaft laving it with her tongue after each kiss. 

"My dear," he gasped, "if you keep that up, I'm going to come." 

She lazily stroked along his shaft and then moved back up over his body. Her breasts brushed against his cock and he sighed at the feel of her hard nipples against the soft skin of his dick. She paused noticing his reaction. Then she deliberately grazed her breast against his dick. His cock pulsed against her firm breasts and she placed it between her breasts to squeeze his length between them. His cock was still wet from her mouth so it slid slowly between her breasts squeezing his cock tightly. 

He moaned and pulled her back into his lap. He kissed down her neck to her breasts. He held her tight against him while he devoured her tits. He caressed and stroked each one with his tongue making sure to give equal attention to both. She was squirming in his grip. He released her and she immediately wrapped her arms around his head, holding him to her breasts. He took off her remaining clothes and lifted her up by the waist and stood. She wrapped her legs around his waist feeling his cock rub up against her pussy. She moaned as his tongue caressed her breasts. 

He held her to him with his arms. He wasn't about to take her on a couch in his living room. He walked down the hall pausing shortly to lean her up against the wall to kiss her. 

She leaned back and he looked into her eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She smiled and tightened her legs around his waist rubbing her pussy against his dick. Her wetness coated the tip of it. "Just fuck me now!" 

That was definitely the gal he knew and wanted. He lifted her again and brought her into his bedroom. But he didn't go to the bed where she had thought. He moved past it and into the bathroom. He set her down next to a huge Jacuzzi tub. There was a raised shelf all around it and unlit candles everywhere. She waited as he filled the tub and lit the candles. Then he lifted her again and slowly placed her into the water. 

The hot water felt good against her skin as she moved across the tub. He slowly sunk into the water after her. She smiled mischievously at him as he waded through the water towards her. He placed his arms on either side of her and leaned down to kiss her softly. His lips grazed her and she closed her eyes at the touch. He kissed her thoroughly and deeply. 

Breaking the kiss he grabbed her hips and raised her above him to sit on the dais. She leaned back against the wall as he started kissing up her thigh. She parted her legs to give him more room and he moved between them. His hands stroked the insides of her thighs causing her to moan. At the first touch of his tongue she raised up off the tile. He gripped her hips lightly stroking the sensitive area at her hip. She cried out at the feeling of his hands and tongue. He stroked his tongue up and down over her pussy, paying special attention to her swollen clit. He entered her with his finger testing her wetness. She cried out as she came, her pussy squeezing his finger inside her. The combination of his finger inside her and his tongue stroking her sent her over the edge again immediately after the last one. 

She clenched around his finger one last time and then he withdrew it. He kissed up her stomach to her hip. He lavished the sensitive spot on her hip for awhile loving the way it made her writhe beneath him. Then he picked her up and settled her on his lap in the water. She was positioned above his throbbing cock. 

She looked at him in the eyes and whispered against his lips, "I wanted you inside me. Tell me what you want me to do." 

He kissed her and then whispered into her ear, "I want you to slowly sit on my cock." "I want you to ride me slow and deeply." "I want you to quicken the pace as you feel the pleasure of each thrust." She looked down at him and nodded, then slowly lowered herself onto him. His cock was big and thick and it felt like it was impossibly stretching her. She moaned at the pleasure and He threw his head back. 

She was so tight and hot. She hesitated and he grabbed her hips and guided her. He pushed her down completely over his hard cock. She was moaning and writhing in his arms kissing his neck and shoulder. She started moving against him guided by his hands on her hips. After awhile she picked up her own rhythm and He just caressed her body with his hands. He loved the feel of her skin. He still couldn't believe what was happening. He had always had lusted for her but she was always off limits to him. Then suddenly he is in his Jacuzzi having the most amazing sex with her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close while thrusting his cock deep inside her. 

She was moaning louder now, near a release. He purposely took her breast in his mouth and flicked her nipple with his tongue. She cried out his name and came hard on his dick, her muscles clenching around his cock deep inside her. 

He tightened his grip on her, looked her in the eyes and whispered, "I have wanted you like this since the first day I met you." 

She smiled that gorgeous smile of hers and said, "I wanted you too. I don't know why I didn't....." 

He silenced her with a kiss. Nothing else mattered except that he was with her here and now. He picked her up with him still embedded deep inside her and laid her on the dais. He leaned over her body still thrusting into her hot tight pussy. He licked off all the droplets of water that were on her breast and stomach. 

She wrapped her legs around him and sighed his name, "I never thought it could be like this." 

He smiled and said, "Oh yeah, and we haven't even begun yet." 

She looked at him with her beautiful blue eyes. He took her nipple into his mouth and his hand ran from her hip to her thigh and raised it higher to thrust deeper into her. She cried out at the feel of his cock moving even deeper inside her. He brought his head up closer to her, their lips lightly grazing each other, their eyes locked to one another's. He leaned on his elbows on either side of her and lightly ran his fingers through her hair. 

The moment was so intense that she felt shattered. She came hard bucking against him squeezing his cock and lightly scratching his back with her nails. He gritted his teeth and then let go, pouring into her with hard deep strokes. She slumped on his shoulder overwhelmed by the euphoric feeling. He cradled her to him and lifted her off the tile. He brought her into his bedroom and gently laid her on his bed. He stretched out beside her and she cuddled closer to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and intertwined her legs with his. She fell asleep within moments and He just laid there and watched her sleep, enjoying the closeness of her body, the heat of her skin. She awoke to a comfortable warmth beside her and a muscular chest beneath her head. Her legs were intertwined with his and she could feel his hard cock pressed against her stomach. She looked up and into those amazing eyes as they were staring down at her. 

"You are so beautiful when you sleep. You look like an angel." 

She blushed and then stretched beside him. Her body felt deliciously sore. She cuddled closer to him rubbing her fingers over his arm. "What time is it?" 

He glanced at the clock, "It's a little past 6:30 a.m." He ran a finger down her cheek to her mouth and then ran his thumb over her bottom lip. Her tongue came out to moisten her lips and he captured her mouth unable to resist the temptation. He wrapped his arms around her and slipped into her hot, and still wet, pussy. She moaned into his mouth as he slowly thrust into her. 

He made love to her all morning. He ran his hands all over her body determined to remember every inch of her. He didn't know if he would have this chance again. He wanted her with everything that he was. Every inch of him craved her. He didn't want this to end. 

He gazed into her eyes, She reached up and kissed him softly on the mouth. She rotated her hips moving him deeper inside of her and he lost control and came hard inside her. He nuzzled his face against her neck as the orgasm rushed through him. She was moving her hips milking his orgasm. 

She kissed along his cheek to his ear, mmmmmmmmmmmm what an intense night and glorious morning. They lay there locked together lightly grazing each others bodies with their fingers. They fell asleep holding each other. 



No Time to Waste



This is being posted to the romance section. From my point of view romance, even and perhaps especially erotic romance, does not need details such as the length or thickness of a penis. The less biological information the better, although this does not mean that one has to avoid everything biological. In my work you will probably find no mention of steamy feminine juices, delicious masculine sperm, and absolutely no mention of pre-cum outside of this note. And of course, all my characters are over 18. Most of them are over 30. 

If you don't like these restrictions, there is plenty of material in Literotica to keep you happy. If you agree, welcome. We'll see how many points my submissions gain to see whether I have misjudged members wishes. 

Finally, sincere thanks to my editor, Slipperywhenwet_. She said she was going to be merciless, but she was very gentle. 

***** 

There are a number of sensations involved when a man ejaculates inside you. The most obvious, of course, is that you can feel his penis throbbing as it pumps his semen into you. If he's not using a condom, you can also feel at least the warmth of his seed, although not all women can feel the spurting sensation. 

If either of you are using contraception, then this love-making is intended solely for pleasure, his for sure, hopefully yours also. And then there's the case where neither of you is using contraception. If you don't want to get pregnant, then there is a nervosity. You are taking a risk, and you might just make a quick calculation of how long it is since your last period, and whether you can live with it or whether you'd better report to the local gyn clinic tomorrow for the morning after pill. But if you are hoping to get pregnant, then there is a feeling of excitement and hope, that maybe it will take this time, and there can be a certain sense almost of gratitude that your partner has done his part to see that your dream comes true. 

When Roger ejaculated into me that Friday, there was the throbbing and the warmth. There was the pleasure, for he is thoughtful in copulation. There was the excitement and hope. And yes, there was a certain sense of gratitude. For Roger was not my partner. Not my husband, not my boyfriend, not my lover. But we finished the love-making act as we began it, with a tender kiss, several tender kisses in fact, then he kissed my breasts again, and finally began to pull out. 

I was thirty seven at the time, not bad looking, taller than many men and I have two tits and a fanny, the latter perhaps a little larger than I might wish, the former two sort of average. I run the family company, which I had inherited from my father some years before his death. It's doing well, but it has taken a lot of my time. And that had kept me from the social circuit. 

I've had three boyfriends since I left university with my PhD in electronics. The first two gave up on making an honest woman out of me when they realised that the company was my first love. The third I had decided was not husband material. I met him at one of the concerts which I go to each month. He seemed interesting when we met, erudite, though not always right, but I was beginning to realise that he could be a bit of a bore, so I was planning on letting him go. 

The problem was that I had been feeling the passage of time, and that my window of opportunity in which to become a mother was beginning to close. Oh, I suppose that, in this day and age I could theoretically give birth up to around my fiftieth birthday, or whenever the menopause sets in whichever should happen first. But that would mean I would be seventy-ish when my child was getting ready to start university. And Peter, my then current 'boyfriend' was not someone I thought I wanted to have children with. 

I was mulling this problem over on one of my weekends at my summer place, and I didn't like my options. When I got rid of Peter, it could take me a year or more to try and find a partner I could feel comfortable with, and then the best part of another year to produce a child. I was beginning to worry about missing the boat. 

As it happened, the following weekend I was host to a small group of my university girlfriends. We try to meet every other month or so for a long weekend of girl-chat. All of them are or have been married, and all of them have children. I decided to run the idea by them and see if they had any good ideas. 

They did. Adopt. Artificial insemination. Whistle someone off the street and take pot luck. None of them ideas I was particularly enthusiastic about. And then Jenny made the connection. 

"As you say," she said. "It would take you at least a couple of years to find your ideal partner, get pregnant and give birth. But supposing you already know someone who you think would be good father material, even if he's already tied up elsewhere." 

"How do you mean," I asked. "Break up a possibly happy marriage? I don't like that idea." 

"No, good heavens, you don't have to marry him. With your wealth, he's not going to have to keep you during your pregnancy and after. You just need the loan of his gonads." 

"I still think you need to explain this in a bit more detail," I said, and the other girls agreed with me. 

"Think about it. You've been talking about finding a person with whom you'd feel right about having children. You'd be looking for certain characteristics which you think you would like the potential father of your child or children to have. If you know someone that you can say that about, it's just a case of asking him to give you some of his seed. You can even get a gyn clinic to do the transfer for you, take a sample of his seed and inject it into you. Bingo!" 

"That's okay except for the fact that I'm not really so enthusiastic about having someone stick a blunt needle into me and squirt someone else's life-giving fluid into me." 

"So ask Mr Right to just fuck you. That will work at least as well!" 

We all laughed at Jenny's solution, and the conversation moved on. It was not until later that night, when I was lying in bed, that it popped into my mind again. Silly idea, but let's play a thought game. If I were to consider it, do I know anyone whose characteristics I think I would like my child or children to inherit? And that's when Roger's name came up. 

First I went over my social contacts, which didn't take much time and left me empty-handed. The group I knew best, and which gave me the largest sample to select from was, in fact, my colleagues at work, my employees. And there I found my candidate immediately. I had been his mentor during his undergraduate years at university, whilst I was working towards my PhD. Then I had advised him when he headed for his own higher degree. By the time he finished that, I had left academic life and was running my father's business, now mine. I had head-hunted him for the company, and had seen him work his way up until he was now one of my trusted lieutenants. 

The big problem was that he was engaged now, to a young lady who in earlier times would have been called a society dame. I had found her somewhat cold and calculating on the few occasions on which I had met her, but chacun a son gout, as the french say. If Roger was happy, that was his problem. My problem was how to approach him. 

I went to his office on the following Monday, after having done some elementary maths on dates. 

"I've got a private project I would like to get started," I told him. "But I'd like to get your input and I don't want to do it here. Can you come out to my summer place the weekend after next, do you think, and stay for the whole weekend?" 

"I'll check my calendar with Eleonora," he said, referring to his fiancée. 

"Great. Let me know." 

He came to see me an hour or so later. 

"No problem," he said. "Eleonora has been planning to meet some classmates, and thought she could cope with that without me." 

"Okay," I said. "Why don't we drive down on the Friday morning so that we have good time to discuss the project, and maybe plan to start it." 

"Fine. I'll bring a weekend bag to work on Friday morning." 

I rang the lady in the local village who did my catering when I had large-ish parties there, and told her that I would be coming with a colleague on Friday around lunch time, and staying until Monday morning. She promised to have everything ready when we came. 

Roger tried to pump me on the way down, but I told him it required more of my concentration than I could give it whilst driving, and that we could discuss it over lunch, and he left it at that. 

When we had the dining room to ourselves I told him the crux of my problem, and Jenny's suggestion, and that I had decided to give it a try. 

"And it's here I need your help," I said. 

"You want me to help you decide on a suitable donor," he said. "Or maybe to give you my opinion on the suitability of people you name. I assume I know them." 

"Yes," I said. "You do. But it's not your opinion on their suitability I want. I've already passed that bit." 

"So what do you want of me?" 

"I want you to be the donor," I said, and his face was a picture. Fortunately, he had just put his wine glass down and swallowed, or I am sure there would have been a messy accident. 

He looked at me long and hard for what seemed like several minutes, but was probably only a matter of seconds. He made as if to speak, but changed his mind. And again. When he had been silent for probably a couple of minutes, he finally found his voice. 

"You want me to give you a little vial of semen," he finally said. 

"No, I want to you insert your semen directly into me in the normal way. I think the creation of children should be as natural as possible, and with as much tenderness as possible." 

Once more, he fell silent and I waited. I had been living with this idea for the better part of two weeks. For him, it was new and, clearly, a shock. 

"It's a pity you didn't make this suggestion six months ago," he said. 

"You would have done it six months ago but not now?" I asked. 

"I wouldn't have hesitated six months ago," he replied. "But now I do have someone else to consider." 

I realised he was talking about his engagement to Eleonora, which had happened a few months earlier. 

"It's not my plan to try and come between you and Eleonora," I said. "I just need a few millilitres of your semen." 

"... inserted directly into you in the normal way, I think you said." 

"Well, yes." 

It took him most of the afternoon to think about my request, but in the end, he agreed. 

"How did you come to your decision?" I asked. 

"It's obviously very important to you," he said. "And I feel honoured that you should choose me. I don't want to disappoint you. That would be ungrateful." 

I could find nothing to say. 

"... And it would be a great pleasure," he went on, and I blushed. 

"Thank you," I said. 

"But, oh, Pamela, why didn't you ask me six months ago?" 

"Are you so worried that Eleonora will find out?" 

"No. But if you had asked me six months ago, I wouldn't be engaged to Eleonora now." 

Once again, I blushed. 

"Thank you," I said again. 

And a couple of hours later, I was lying on my back with Roger on top of me, his penis still inside me, together with an ejaculation of semen, the first of many that weekend, and I was feeling excited and hopeful and a little grateful. Not to mention that I had enjoyed myself tremendously, for Roger is a thoughtful lover, as I said. 

We made love several times during the weekend, and on the Monday morning, as we drove back to work, I had a delightful sensation in my vagina. Not sore, but I knew I had one, and it was throbbing delightfully. 

Two weeks later I was late, and my hopes went up even more. I decided it was time to buy a pregnancy test, and wondered whether to invite Roger over for the evening. In the end I did. 

"I'm late," I said, when I had given him a cup of coffee. "And tonight, I'm going to take a test." 

"And you brought me over. Thank you. I'm honoured once again." 

I smiled and took the apparatus from my handbag. 

"Do you need my help with that?" he asked. 

"No," I said. "Not your help, but by all means come and watch." 

We removed to the bathroom, I peed in the little cup, and made the test. 

"Now we wait a bit," I said. 

At last time was up, and we looked together at the little stick, and the two lines on it. Roger grabbed me, hugged me and gave me a long kiss. 

"Congratulations," he said. 

"Congratulations yourself," I said. "At least you know you can!" 

We went back into the lounge and I fetched a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne. Naturally, I ended up on my back again, and again, I felt the throbbing of Roger's penis and the gush of warmth from his now ineffectual semen. I felt the satisfaction of loving intercourse, and there was excitement, too. 

"Now I have a new project to organise," I said. "I have to find someone to take over the management of the company whilst I draw back a little. Any suggestions for my replacement?" 

He thought deeply, then mentioned two of our senior managers. 

"Either of them would be good for the company," he said. 

"How about you?" I asked. "Could you do it, do you think?" 

"I'd be happy to," he replied. "Especially if you were there in the background to guide me at the beginning." 

"I would be," I said. "And by the way, I'll be wanting another one of these in a couple of years or so." 

And I patted my stomach. 

Some months later I gave birth to my lovely daughter, Adeline, named after my grandmother. As he had promised, Roger was there again about two years after our first tryst, and nine months after that I had my own Roger jr. And within another year, I had two Rogers, for Eleonora proved herself to be fully as cold as I had thought, and she and Roger were divorced. She had also worked out that Adeline was born nine months after Roger had spent a long weekend at my country place, and that Roger jr was also born nine months after another weekend visit by her husband. Roger did not try to lie his way out of the situation, for that would not be like him, and I think the relationship had worn its way to a conclusion for him also by that time. 

Fortunately she had also proved to be unfruitful, so there were no offspring of their marriage to complicate the divorce and my subsequent marriage to Roger.