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One NIght Stand

By: mountainboy



It was April 1974, Chuck was sitting at the bar on the lobby floor of the Royal Colony Hotel in Atlanta, Georgia having a drink. He was there from the West Coast attending a seminar learning about a new scanning system used in scanning tests in school systems across the country. Chuck was an operations manager for a school forms company. It was shortly after 9:00pm when a nice looking lady about the same age as Chuck walked up and sat down in the bar chair next to him. Chuck wondered if she was a working girl, although she certainly wasn’t dressed like it.

Suddenly she ask, “Are you from out of town?” “Yea”, Chuck said, “West Coast. I’m here for a seminar.” as he sipped on his drink. “I’m here because I wanted to get out of the house,” she said. “My kids are at there grandparents in Florida this week as they are on spring break.” Chuck looked at the ring finger on her left hand and could see the discoloration where her wedding ring had been. “What about your husband?” Chuck asked as he had another sip of his drink. She responded, “I’ve been divorced for almost 2 years now.” Chuck sat there and looked at her for 20 or 30 seconds and then said, “Really. If that’s so then what’s that discoloration on your ring finger? You know what I think,” he said, “I think you want to get Fucked tonight by somebody other than your husband.” She responded, “I’d love to get Fucked. I haven’t been Fucked in years. My husband sticks his dick in, lasts 5 minutes, rolls over and goes to sleep. He’s out of town on business for a couple of days so I decided to see if somebody would Fuck me good.” Chuck looked at her and asked, “What’s your name?” She said softly “Sylvia”. Chuck said, “Come on.” He got up looked at both bills and tossed a 20 on the bar. He took her by the hand and they headed for the door. “Where are we going?” Sylvia asked “My room.” Chuck responded as they got to the elevator bay. 

When the elevator opened they stepped in and Chuck hit 21. When the elevator door closed Chuck grabbed her and kissed her hard. Chuck could feel her breasts in his chest and she had a nice firm ass. His cock got semi hard on the short ride to the 21st floor. When the door opened they were still kissing and there was a couple standing there waiting on the elevator. As they stepped off Chuck said, “Good evening.” They walked the short distance to his room and he opened the door. Sylvia stepped in first and Chuck followed and locked the door. He followed her into the center of the room and said, “Turn around.” When she did with her back to him, he unzipped her dress and pulled it from her shoulders letting it puddle at her feet. He unsnapped her bra and tossed it on the chair. “Turn around,” he said. When she did, he took his first good look at her. She was about 5 feet 7 inches, 34c tits, and long slim legs that looked like they ran all the way to her neck with the 4 inch heels she was wearing. She was a very attractive lady that was about to have a very long hard night. 

He walked over to her and stripped her cotton panties down over her black thigh highs. As he stood up he dragged his index finger the length of her pussy causing her to shudder. Chuck stripped off his shirt and tossed it on the chair, unbuckled his pants after kicking off his shoes and tossed them over the chair, and stripped off his shorts. Sylvia’s eyes were the size of silver dollars when she gasp, “There’s no way I can take that thing.” Chuck walked over to her and glared as he said, “It’s not a thing bitch, it’s called a cock. Now get down on your knees and suck it, right now.” As Sylvia slowly started to get down on her knees Chuck grabbed her by the hair and shoved her down saying, “When I say right now, I mean instantly if not sooner. If I cum in your mouth you better drink every drop. Now suck, bitch.” As Sylvia tentatively stuck her tongue out he said, “I said suck, not lick. Get the head in your mouth now bitch.” Chucks cock was now a fully erect 10 and 1/2 inches. Sylvia open her mouth and sucked in the head. 

Chuck slowly worked his cock into her mouth. He could feel her teeth scraping along his cock because he was so big. After about 5 minutes he had worked almost 6 inches into her mouth and was seeping precum. “How does it taste bitch? Do you like the taste of a cock in your mouth? Answer me bitch!!!!!!” Of course she couldn’t say anything with a mouth full of cock. “:UUUUUUUUUmmmmmmmmmmm” was the only response she made around his cock. Chuck hit the back of the top of her throat a couple of times causing Sylvia to gag. Then he hit the top of her throat and the head of his cock went through. As he worked another 2 inches into her throat he could feel his cock starting to pulse and knew that he was going to cum soon. He still had a handful of Sylvia’s hair. “AAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh CCCChhhhhrrrriiiisssstttt,” he moaned, “I’m cumming.” Sylvia tried to pull away but he still had a handful of hair and wouldn’t let her. His cock shot 2 ropes of cum into her throat before he pulled it out to the back of her mouth so she could taste his cum. “Don’t you dare miss a drop, bitch. AAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhh GGGGGGGGoddddddddd that is good bitch!!!,” as his cock continued to pulse jizz into her mouth as she sucked him dry. “That was good slut, now get on the bed,” as he released the hold he had in her hair.

When Sylvia was on the bed Chuck grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge so her ass was on the edge of the bed. He took his index finger and ran it very slowly into her pussy and then pulled it very slowly out flicking her G spot lightly. Her pussy was soaked and he could feel it twitching on his finger. “You like this don’t you bitch. Your cunt is soaked with your juice. What’s the matter bitch, did that big cock make you cum while you were sucking it?” Chuck asked. “Yes it did.” Sylvia replied. He bent over and slowly ran his tongue up her right thigh above the top of her hosiery. When he reached the top just below her pussy he opened his mouth and sucked hard using his teeth lightly to leave a big hickey on her thigh. Sylvia was crying, “ No, no, please stop, no,” and then screaming, “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH CCCCUUUUMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGG,” as he ran his index finger into her cunt and gently messaged her G spot. She was still gasping for air when Chuck did the same thing to her left thigh. “No, please no, please not again,” she cried as he sucked hard on her left thigh leaving an even bigger hickey. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHH SSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTTTT,” she gasped, “CCCCUUUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG,” she screamed as Chuck again ran his index finger into her cunt and flicked at her G spot. “You like this don’t you slut? I’ll bet you haven’t cum like this in a long time have you slut?” Sylvia’s eyes were getting heavy as she had cum hard twice inside 10 minutes as she gasp, “No, never cum like this!!” Chuck replied, “We’re just beginning slut.”

Chuck took his thumb and index finger and spread the lips of her pussy wide as he slowly ran his tongue the length of her widely pulsing cunt. “AAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh JJJJJJJeeeeeeeeeesssssssssuuuuuuuuusssssssss,” she cried, “SSSSSSooooooooooooo GGGGGGGGGGGooooooooooooooooodddddddddddddd,” as she tried to hump her hips and get a little penetration. “NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,” she screamed as Chuck sucked on her clit hard. Her clit was ½ inch out of its hood and very enflamed as he bit firmly into it with his teeth while flipping the tip of his tongue back and forth across the end of her clit. “DDDDDDaaaaaaaammmmmmmnnnmmnnnn YYYYYYYYooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu,” she gasped, “OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh GGGGGGGodddddddddddd, CCCCCCCUuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmiiiiiiiiinnnnnggggg AAAgggggggggaaaaaaaiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Sylvia was ejaculating girl juices as she came very hard. Her pubic hairs were trimmed very nicely to about an inch above the top of her vagina. She was still cumming when Chuck placed his lips about an inch above the hair line and sucked hard using his teeth to create yet another large hickey on her groin. “NNNNNNNNNNNNooooooooooooooooooooo,” she gasped as he again ran his finger into her cunt flicking her G spot causing her to clamp her thighs tight on his hand while raising her ass a foot off the bed as she cried, “CCCCuuuummmiiinnngggg AAAAggggaaaaiiiinnnn. CCCaaannn’tttt SSSStttttoooopppp.” Sylvia was trying to sit up but was to weak from the multiple orgasms. Each time she would try Chuck would flick his finger over her G spot and she would collapse back on the bed. He was laughing at her as he said, “What’s the matter Slut, feel good? You really like this don’t you Bitch? Answer the question, Slut.” Sylvia’s eyes were squeezed shut as she gasped, “Yes, oh yes. LLLLoooooooooooovvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeee IIIIIItttttttttttttttttttt. OOOOOOhhhhhhhh CCCCCCCCCCuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg!!!!” Sylvia’s body was twitching hard with involuntary muscle spasms as her thighs relaxed. Chuck slowly pulled his finger out of her cunt flicking her G spot 1 last time causing her to groan.

Chuck let her rest a couple of minutes as he got up and walked over to his bag and pulled out a small bottle. He opened it and set it down next to the bed on the night stand. Sylvia said softly, “What’s that for?” Chuck answered, “Your ass Bitch. I’m going to grease it up with this Kama Sutra oil and Fuck it good.” Sylvia gasped, “No, please-“ Chuck cut her off and said, “Shut up Slut, you’ll be begging me to fuck your ass in an hour.” Chuck grabbed her thighs and held them in the air as he ran his tongue 2 inches into her pussy causing her to gasped, “Oh God, what was that?” Chuck was grinning as he pulled his head up and extended his tongue 2 plus inches beyond his lips. “Oh no,” Sylvia cried, “TTTTTooooooooooo SSSSSSSeeeennnnnsssssiiiiittt” was all Chuck heard as her soft thighs clamped tight around his ears as his tongue begin to Fuck her pussy and flick a her G spot. He could feel her cunt squeezing against his tongue as she tried desperately to get her pussy tighter against his lips. He could hear muffled sounds but couldn’t make out what she was saying. After 5 minutes or so Chuck took his index finger and started playing with her asshole. He could feel it spasming against his finger. Sylvia’s girl juices mixed with his saliva were running a river down the crack of her ass. Chuck used the juice to lubricate her ass before he popped his index finger through her wildly squeezing sphincter muscle to the first knuckle. Sylvia’s ass was humping up and down wildly now as she tried to fuck his finger deeper into her ass while trying to keep her pussy thrust tightly against his lips. Every once in while her thighs would release enough for Chuck to hear her gasped, “Good,” or “Wonderful” or “Please” or “No” or “cumming.” 

She continued to hump her ass frantically up and down on his fingers as Chuck had now worked a second finger into her asshole. After 15 minutes or so Chuck stopped licking and her thighs released his head. “Oh please,” she gasped, “don’t stop. It feels so good. Oh god I’m still cumming,” she moaned as Chuck pulled his fingers out of her ass. Chuck grabbed her left leg and extended it straight up in the air so her skin was tight as he licked up the back of her thigh to the point were the thigh and cheek of her ass came together. “Nnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooo,” she screamed as he again sucked hard and used his teeth to create another big hickey. “Ppppplllllllleeeeeaaaaassssseeee,” she screamed as he did the same thing to the back of the other thigh.

Chuck moved her so she was now laying the length of the bed. He was setting on his feet with her ass on his thighs. The head of his fully erect cock was lying about were he had put the hickey on her groin. Sylvia was humping her ass a little as she laid there. “What’s the matter Bitch, is my Slut horny for this cock? You Bitch,” he said, “You’re still cumming.” as he ran his finger in an out of her cunt. “Please put it in. Oh please I need it so bad. I want to feel it in me.” Chuck laughed and said, “It, what’s an it. I don’t know what an it is. Tell me Slut.” Sylvia was breathing hard as she said, “Please, oh please, I want that big hard cock. Please, please Fuck me.” Chuck reached down and and swabbed the head of his cock up and down between the lips of her cunt. “Where do you want it Bitch.” As Sylvia shuddered she begged, “In my cunt, please put it in my in my cunt. I can’t stand any more teasing. 

Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh Gggggoddddddd,” she cried as Chuck thrust the head of his cock into her pussy and stopped. Her legs snapped around him as she desperately tried to pull her self farther on to his cock. Chuck held her by the hips to keep her where she was. “Cumming already, huh cunt, maybe I should call you a nymphomaniac you like fucking so much Bitch. Here have another 2 inches,” Chuck said as he thrust forward. “Oooooooohhhhhhhh ggggoooooooddd, damn, can’t stop cumming,” she gasped. “Please don’t cum in me. Not on pill, pregnant.” Chuck reached up with both hands and palmed her breasts and nipples. Her nipples were like hard pebbles sticking out ½ inch from her breasts. Chuck was rolling them between his thumb and fore finger when he suddenly squeezed the nipples hard. Then he dug his finger nails into them causing Sylvia to screamweakly, “Ssssttttoooppp,hurts,ccccuuuuummmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnggggggg.” Her cunt had clamped down hard on Chucks cock when he pinched her nipples. Her clit shot a stream of ejaculate 12 inches onto Chucks stomach as she gasped “ooohhhh GGGoddd, IIIII’mmmm ppppiiiisssssssiiiinnnnggggg.” Sylvia was now riding the light on that fine line between pain and pleasure. “Here, have another 2 inches,” Chuck said as he thrust a little farther into her pussy, “your not pissing bitch, your cumming. Am I in as deep as your husband yet? Answer me Slut!!!!!!!!!!!! She gasped, “Deeper, good, way deeper. He’s only 5 inches. Please, more, want more.” 

Chuck leaned forward and sucked the nipple of her left breast into his mouth. As he swabbed it with his tongue he could feel the blood beating through the nipple like a jackhammer. Suddenly he started chewing on her nipple with his teeth, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt. Sylvia’s pussy was incredible as it again clamped tight on Chucks cock. She weakly moaned, “Ooooooohhhhhhhhh Gggggggoddddddd,” as he chewed on her nipple. “Pppplllleeeeaaaasssseeee, nnnnooooo,” she cried as he did the same to the other nipple. Chuck then took the nipple of her left tit and pulled up hard as he sucked the flesh in at the bottom were the breast were in joined her chest. “Nnnnnooooooooo,” she cried as he again used his teeth to create a large hickey right where her bra would rub. She screamed softly, “Ccccuuuummmmmmmiiiiinnnngggg” when he did the same thing to her right breast. “You’re such a Slut Bitch. You really like this, don’t you Bitch? Have another 2 inches,” Chuck said as he thrust forward again. This time though he ran into and slightly past her cervix which stimulated his already tender cock. “Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww,” she cried and then “Pppllleeeaaassseee IIIIII wwwwwaaaaannnnnttttt mmmmmmoooooorrrreeeee,” she gasped as her cunt really started to milk his cock hard. Chuck was about to pull his cock out when she moaned “No, please don’t stop, don’t care, want cum, pregnant,” she gasped. “You bitch, I was about to pull out so you wouldn’t get pregnant. Now your going to get every last drop of jizz you Bitch,” as he drove his cock the full 10 and ½ inches past her cervix and up into her womb. 

Sylvia was moaning, “more, more, please Sam, Fuck me hard and deep,” as Chuck was sawing his cock back and forth about 6 inches. Sam must be her husband Chuck thought as he pulled his cock out until just the head was in her pussy. “Please, more,” she begged as he pulled his cock out. “Up on your knees,” he said as he flipped her over on her stomach. Sylvia struggled to get up on her knees as she was so weak from orgasms. “I’m going to Fuck you like the Slut you are Bitch, like a dog,” he said as he ran his cock all the way up into her pussy. “CCCuuuummmiiinnnnggg,” she moaned as she started to saw her cunt back and forth on her pussy. Chuck reached over and took the bottle of Kama Sutra oil of the night stand. Sylvia was having one continuous orgasm. Chuck spread her asshole wide as he dribbled some oil into the hole and shoved his index finger into her asshole. He continued to work her asshole around as he dribbled more oil onto his finger and down into her asshole. “Good, so good,” she moaned as she tried to work his fingers and cock at the same time. ‘AAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he moaned as he slammed his cock back up into her womb as he started to fill her cunt with his sperm. “Damn Sylvia, your good,” as her cunt continued to milk him dry as she move her ass back and forth. Chuck was still half hard when he pulled out of her pussy.

Chuck laid the head of still half hard cock on her asshole and pushed. The head popped in easily past her sphincter muscle which quickly clamped onto the head of his very sensitive cock. “OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Sylvia moaned as she started to work her ass on his cock, “Cuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnnngggggg, cccccccccaaaaaaaannnnnnnnn’ttttttttttttt sssssssssssssttttttttttttoooooooooopppppppp.” Chuck grabbed her ass and held her still ass her ass muscles continued to work on his cock. “What do you want bitch? Tell me or I’ll take it out.” as he started to pull his cock out of her ass. “No, oh no, please, oh please, fuck my ass. Good, so good,” she moaned in between gasps for air. Chuck dribbled some more oil on his cock and slid it back into her ass 6 inches. As he worked it back forth he said, “Can you take it all bitch? Do you want it in deep?” as he started to withdraw again. “Yes,” she gasped, “All, deep, please, oh please deep, good, please,” she begged. “See Slut, I told you you’d be begging for my cock in your ass,” as Chuck slid his cock in 7 then 8 and finally 9 inches. Sylvia was gasping for air and cumming hard when her ass muscles clamped and started to milk his cock hard. She screamed, “CCCCUUUUMMMMMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG,” when Chuck slammed the last 1 and ½ inches of cock into her hard as he also yelled, “CCCCUUUUMMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGGG,” as his cock pulsed wildly in her ass. They both collapsed on the bed totally sated.

When Chuck woke up, he had been dreaming about someone licking and sucking on his cock. As he vaguely started to remember the events of last night he realized his cock was rock hard and there was someone sucking on it. “Oooohhhh Ggggodddd,” he groaned as he looked down and saw Sylvia with his entire 10 and ½ inches in her mouth and throat. “AAAAAAhhhhhhhhh sssssshhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttttt,” he moaned as she began to massage his nuts gently. “CCCChhhhhrrrrrriiiiiiisssssssttttttt CCCCCCCcuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnngggggg,” he shouted as his cock pulsed twice in her throat, twice in her mouth, and another half dozen times or so as she continued to jack him off and massage his balls. “Hell of a way to wake up,” he said as she licked up the cum that had splashed back onto his chest and stomach as she jacked him off. He looked at the clock and said, “You better cover up or get in the bathroom, room service will be here in a minute with coffee. Sylvia grabbed her clothes and hustled into the bathroom just as there was a knock on the door. Chuck grabbed his pants and went to the door. He signed for the coffee and took the tray over to the table. He could hear the water running in the shower.

Chuck took the pants off and went into the bathroom. Sylvia was washing her face and didn’t see or hear him. He got into the shower behind her and reached around to gently message her breasts. “Oh, they’re so tender but it feels so good. My whole body is vibrating. Oh damn, your going to make me cum again if you keep that up.” Chuck had dropped one hand and was gently running his finger up and down the very swollen lips of her pussy. He turned her around and gently kissed and laved her nipple with his tongue. OOOOhhhhhhhh GGGGGGGodddddddd,” she moaned as he did the same thing to the other nipple. Chuck gently kissed the hickeys under her breast and the one just above her pubic hairs as he continued down her body. He had hold both cheeks of her ass as he licked up first one swollen pussy lip and then the other. Sylvia gasped, “Good, so good,” as he flicked her clit with his tongue and “Tender” when he touched her asshhole. “Is Sam your husband,” he asked just before he ran his tongue into her cunt lapping at her G spot. “YYYYYYYeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssss,” she gasped as she grabbed his head and held it as tight to her cunt lips as she could. “Cccuuummmmmmiiinnnggg,” she screamed as he poked his finger into her tender asshole to the first knuckle. Sylvia was frantically trying to get more of his finger in her quivering asshole while keeping her pussy pressed tightly against his lips. Sylvia was once again in a state of orgasmic bliss. “Fuck me, please Fuck me,” she gasped. “I want to feel it one more time please, oh please.” Sylvia was coming hard and her clit was ejaculating her girl juices when Chuck stopped. “No,” he said, “get yourself cleaned up then we’re going to have coffee and talk.”


One NIght Stand



It took her 15 or 20 minutes to get her self together. When she came out her legs were a little wobbly but other than that she looked like a proper lady. She sat down and said, “How did you know my husbands name was Sam?” Chuck said, “You called his name last night and begged him to Fuck you harder, I think that’s when I knew you still loved the guy. You do don’t you?” She nodded her head yes. “What does he do?” Sylvia told him that he was a division head for a large blue chip company listed on the stock exchange. They were both 32 and had gotten married in college. “Sylvia,” Chuck said, “I’m going to give you some advice. I’ve been down this road a couple of times myself. The guy is probable busting his ass making a million dollars a year and your feeling sorry for yourself because you don’t think he gives you enough attention. You don’t work. He makes the money that pays the bills and buys you and your kids anything your little heart desires. You think about that for the next week when you’re sitting down squirming trying to stay off those hickeys on your ass, or your bra rubs the wrong way on your tender nipples or rubs on the hickeys under your tits, or your thighs rub the wrong way hitting those hickeys causing your pussy to eject girl juice into your panties, and finally every time you piss or shit in the next few days your going to feel it from your tender asshole or the hickey on your groin. And one more thing, every man likes a lady in public and a whore in bed. Trust me on this, if you suck his cock like you just sucked mine he’ll come around. He does his job. Your job is to keep him happy and be his whore. You must have done it once he married you. Now get the Fuck out of here, I’ve got a plane to catch.

Chuck walked her over to the door and opened it for her. She stopped suddenly, turned around and said, “I don’t even know your name!!!” He said, “Is it important?” She nodded her head yes. He said, “My name is Chuck.” Sylvia handed him a piece of paper with her name and a phone number on it and said, “If you’re ever in Atlanta again call me and I’ll let you know how it went and thanks,” as she walked to the elevator. Somehow Chuck felt like Sam was in for a big surprise when he returned open. He hoped so, she was a nice lady.

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed.



One Night Stand



It was Friday night. The bar was right next to the bed and breakfast where I was staying that night. I was driving through – had stopped for the night to catch up with a high school buddy – Brian.

The regulars were all in their place. The pretty waitress was a new hire. Talking up the men. Flirting. She came and sat next to me. I was in a booth. Brian was sitting across.

Pressing herself against me she asked,

“You guys doing ok?”

“Now we are,” I said.

She threw her head back and laughed.

“Busy night?” I asked her.

“Yeah.”

“Like it here?”

“Sure. Get you more of what you are drinkin’?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Brian and I watched her swaying ass as she walked away. 

“Pretty thing,” he said.

“Sure is.”

“How have you been doin’ in that department?” I asked him.

“And what department is that?”

“Women.”

“Married. Have a six year-old.”

“Congratulations. I did get the invite. Sorry couldn’t make it to the wedding – was so immersed in work at the time.”

“That’s ok.”

“How is she?”

Amy’s great!”

“And the kid?”

“A joy all the way.”

“Where did you meet her?”

“I did a project for a big construction company in the city for a couple of years. Met her there.”

“Happy marriage?”

“Yeah. But I’ve had to work for it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Jack, there have been some serious ups and downs in my marriage.”

“I realize that – seven years is a long time.”

“Nah. You would never guess.”

“What kind of things – you mean babysitting and stuff?”

“I like that stuff, man. But my wife’s different.”

“Different?”

He nodded solemnly,

“You really want to know?”

“Sure. Tell me!”

The pretty new waitress was back. She had such sexy tits. Could barely take my eyes off them. She leaned forward so I got a good look at her cleavage. Boobs to die for I tell you. Green eyes. Full lips. Killer smile. I wanted those lips wrapped around my cock while I looked into her eyes. 

I sipped my third scotch-on-the-rocks to drown my horniness. Brian started his third long island.

The noise level was high. Everyone was drunk. The music was loud. But I heard most of what he told me that night. The following is his story. I reproduce it as best as I can recall.





When I first Amy she was an all round hottie. Men made passes and hit on her constantly. I was amazed that she stayed loyal to me. We got married early and had Mark after a year. 

She adored that kid. Spending hours with him. I worked and kept everything else going. I was happy. 

It was a few weeks after our fourth anniversary. I had been sensing some restlessness. But we had settled into a routine. 

The baby wasn’t keeping her up nights anymore. We had sex at least once a week. It was good for me anyways. I wouldn’t mind some more. But then who doesn’t?

Then came the shocker. She told me she was not happy in the marriage. That she felt cramped. No freedom. She wanted to “play the field” or “be single”.

I was broken. Here I was never more in love with her. And she was telling me all this. I asked her whether she wanted to separate. She said the excitement had gone out of our marriage - if things didn’t get better we should.

I was devastated. Then it occurred to me – maybe I should ask her how to bring back the excitement. She proposed that she go out on Friday nights and meet men. Flirt and sort of play the field. 

Did she want to fuck another man? I asked her. She said maybe. She would have another man’s cock in her. All this after she had told me should would never do that – ever. 

So I went along. She started going out Friday nights. I watched her do her nails. Shower and shave. Put on make-up – dress and go out. I know she shaved her pussy – she let me make love to her one night when she returned. 

I asked her whether she had sex with anyone. She said not yet. But she was getting close. Then one night I heard voices downstairs. 

It was a Friday night and she had gone out as usual. I glanced at the clock – it was Saturday morning. I checked in on Mark – he was sleeping soundly. Then I crept down the stairs.

The living room light was on. And there was a young guy with my wife. He was no more than twenty. Maybe less. But he was tall, well-built and athletic. Handsome too. My exact opposite. 

I sank into the shadows and watched. What amazed me was that this young guy was telling Amy what to do. And she was following his instructions.

“Kiss me,” he said.

My wife stood on her toes to kiss him on the lips. Then he went and sat down on the couch.

“Come and sit next to me,” he said.

She did. Then he did the most outrageous thing. He pulled his pants down and took out his cock. 

That cock was the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Not just long but thick. He was hard and bobbing.

“Hold my cock,” he instructed.

Amy wrapped her palm around his cock. 

“Oh-oh. That feels good!”

“Anything for you,” she said.

“Sit on my cock.”

My wife was wearing a skirt. She stood up and wiggling her ass dropped her panties. the panty stayed stuck around one ankle.

She sat on the guy’s lap.

“I am sorry – my body – I’ve had a baby and all. Isn’t what it used to be,” she said. 

I was amazed - my proud wife apologizing to this young guy about her body. 

“I wanna fuck, babe,” he replied.

“Put my cock in,” he ordered.

At that point I was going – please say no – in my mind. Don’t do this Amy. But my wife wanted the fuck.

Deftly she reached down and guided that big thick dick into her pussy. I heard her moan – that cock was filling her pussy. She started moving on top of him. 

The guy tore my wife’s shirt buttons. Rough. He pulled out a boob and put his mouth on it. Amy moaned loudly. Then she asked,

“You like my tits?”

“Yeah, babe.”

Squeezing her tit hard, he said,

“Get on your back.”

She got off him and lay down on the couch.

Now he was on top on top of her. 

“Put my cock in.”

She reached for his cock and guided it in. He started fucking my wife.

Suddenly he exclaimed,

“I am going to cum.”

“Pull out!” Amy almost yelled.

But it was too late. With a big groan he finished inside her. 

“Whoa,” I thought. The guy had lasted maybe like three strokes. My wife pushed him off.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“Could I have gotten you pregnant?”

“No.”

“Why are you so sure? Your tubes tied or something?”

“No!”

“I could take you somewhere in case…”

“Shut up!”

“What?”

“Where’s my panty?”

Both of them looked around for her panty. Then he spotted it around her ankle.

“I like your panty,” he said.

“Thanks.”

“You coming to the bar again next weekend?”

“No.”

“No?”

“Never.”

“Listen, I can show you my drivers license so you know I am for real – you did ask me to pull out and I couldn’t.”

“Forget it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Should I just go?”

“Yeah.”

“Bye then.” 

The guy walked out the front door. Amy just sat there doing nothing. I got up from the darkened stair I had been sitting on. Went down and put my arm around her. She didn’t seem to mind. She was shaking a bit.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I just had sex with a guy.”

“Why?”

“Don’t know.”

“How do you feel?”

“I feel nothing.”

“Was the sex any good?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Don’t know…wasn’t like anything we do…no love.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It went fast.”

“Did his cock feel good inside?”

“I didn’t feel anything. I didn’t even feel him spurt inside. I just knew he had finished from his groan.”

“Why did you do it then?”

“I guess I wanted a one-night stand.”

“Why?”

“Never done it. All my friends did. I was curious.”

“And now?”

“Demystified.”

“Would you do it again?”

“Never. I am done with it. It’s not as great as it is painted out to be.”

“How does his cum feel in you?”

“Foreign. Makes me think – men walk away, women are left with something to remind them of the incident.”

“Why did you have to go flirting with other men?”

“You made me feel unattractive as a woman. You only look at me as a mother or wife. I look after our kid. I get your meals. That kind of stuff.”

“I am sorry.”

“And this is just the drama of life!”

“I watched the entire thing.”

“Oh!?”

“Yeah.”

She looked me in the eyes then.

“Do you still love me?”

“I am mad at you. But I do love you.”

“But I don’t feel any remorse for what I did…in many ways I am happy.”

“Why?”

“I just needed to do this. And now I am over it. I always learn things the hard way.”

“Hard way indeed – he was hard,” I said joking. 

She smiled and asked,

“How do you feel?”

“I am so mad at you, Amy.”

She took my hand.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

We walked to the master bedroom. Her lipstick was still smeared from kissing the other guy. And her clothes loosened up from undressing for him.

She kissed me under the doorway. The strangest thing happened – I felt a surge of excitement. My wife had just had a one-night stand with some other guy. You would think I would be mad. 

I was mad but it was playing out different.

“Fuck me, Bri,” she whispered to me.

I pushed her into the bed – away from me.

“How dare you…you slut…you go around fucking other men and then you expect me to…”

I was so mad – couldn’t complete my sentence. She sat up in bed against pillows. I watched as she spread her legs. Panties came off. And then she spread her pussy for me.

That man was such a sight. I had never seen anything like that. Even when we made the baby or after I had never seen her pussy after we had fucked. You know what I mean? She would go wash or change or something. 

The lips were pink and a darker shade where that fat cock had entered and fucked. And then there was this white stuff – his semen. Mixed with her juices and dripping from her pussy hole. 

She ran her hand over her pussy. Acting the slut.

“Come fuck me, Bri,” she said again. This time her voice was a sexy whisper. She had never talked to me that way.

She was such a sight, man. I could tell she had fucked someone recently. Her makeup was smeared and her shirt torn. But she looked sexier than ever.

Then there was that creamin’ pussy. My cock was hard and tenting. She said,

“C’mon. Fuck me. Wipe him away. I don’t want to think of him ever.”

I pulled my pants off and jumped into bed with her. Complete animal. I fucked her that might like I had never fucked her before. I let myself go.

“You slut,” I kept saying.

“Yeah I am…fuck me,” she replied.

Her pussy was slick from the other guy’s jizz. And I pounded her pussy with my cock. She moaned and rocked with me. Never done that before – she was always so quiet when we made love.

The juices flew from my cock into her pussy hole. I groaned with abandon. Didn’t even think about waking up the kid. For once, the whole world took second place as we made love. It was the best fuck of my life.

When I fell off her she kissed me.

“You are my man, Brian,” she said.

I kissed her back,

“I love you.”





The pretty waitress appeared again. 

“How you guys doin’?”

I glanced at our empty glasses.

“We need more of the same…this one’s on me,” I said.

“Thanks, bud,” said Brian.

“Is there more?” I asked.

“A lot more…you wanna hear?”

“Sure.”

She was back with a fresh set of drinks. This time she settled into the booth with me. Her body was warm and soft next to mine. I hadn’t been laid for months. I was horny as hell.

She put her hand over mine.

“You are new in town.”

“How did you guess?”

“Don’t know. But I like you.” 

And she put a hand on my thigh – caressing. I felt the blood rush to my loins. The back of her hand touched my hard cock. 

“You are beautiful.”

“You think?”

“I know. Am sure you get this a lot. But what are you doing later tonight?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I am staying at the inn next door.”

“Oh. A one-night stand?”

“Doesn’t have to be.”

“Why do all men say that before…and never call after?”

I had to laugh,

“Don’t know.”

She smiled too.

“Am kidding around. Have to get back home and relieve the baby-sitter. Sorry.”

“That’s ok. You are beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

She left. We sipped our drinks and Brian continued his story.





That wasn’t the last night of raunchy sex, man. Things changed. She wanted to do things we had never done before. Our only position had been she in bed on her back and me standing and doing it between her legs. 

All that changed. She wanted to do all kinds of positions. I even fucked her ass. Although neither of us liked that much. So we didn’t repeat. The best part – she wanted to suck my cock. Man. 

She got so good at it. I would come home for lunch. Empty house. And she would give me a hummer. I asked to eat her pussy – she said yes. It’s been a dream come true in the sex department since that night. Now we spend so much time with each other – exploring and living out our fantasies.





“Dude. Am just so turned on with all this sex talk,” I told Brian.

“Yeah,” he laughed.

“You’ll go home and do it with your wife.”

“That will happen, yes.”

“What do you think of that waitress chick?”

“What about her?”

“You think she is sexy?”

“Yeah. Very.”

“I love her ass, man.”

“Yeah?”

“And those tits. Fuck.”

“What would you have her do?”

“Hmm…I’d like for her to suck my cock.”

“Why?”

“Something about her lips…her mouth.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I finished my drink. The bar would be closing soon.

“So your wife ever have sex with anyone else?” I asked him.

“Nope.”

“She still flirt around though?”

“Yeah. That she does.”

“How do you handle that?”

“She gets turned on. And then she comes home to me. I get the best part. It’s a matter of opening up my mind a bit.”

The waitress was back again. This time she climbed in with Brian.

“Shouldn’t your wife be flirting tonight – it’s Friday night?” I asked Brian.

“She has been!”

He put his arm around the pretty waitress and said,

“Honey, let me introduce you to Jack.”

“Jack, this is my wife Amy.”



One Night Stand



Dear readers – much of the following story is based on fact. I hope you enjoy it!

We had known each other for many years, always flirting, always brushing against each other in a sensual way.

We met when she was in her early twenties. I was newly married, and some seven years older. 

She had graduated young, and was an assistant professor at a university about three hours away by car. I had been invited to lecture for one night. 

We met late in the afternoon to discuss my lecture, and for her to learn a little about me. She was to give the introduction.

She was, and is, a small, pretty, petite, dark haired girl. She had a “Peter Pan” haircut that was then shorter than mine.  She had a strange air of vulnerability. I like it in women; it brings out the protective male in me. 

I felt that there was a degree of instant, indefinable electricity. 

We talked over coffee in the refectory. I let her range wide on many subjects. We found that we had much in common. We shared a love of the play, of music, of the visual arts, of history, especially early American, and of people.

She began to unfold, to talk of how she had an affair with a tutor in her final year at university, and how she was looking for a long term mate.

I gave my lecture, said my goodbyes, and left. 

I began to see her twice every year when I returned to lecture, and I ‘phoned at odd times. 

On one occasion I ‘phoned, she was full of excitement. She had found a man. 

I did not ‘phone for a while, then I had a message to call her. It had not worked out. She cried, and raged down the ‘phone. He was an absolute bastard. They had arranged to holiday together, but he cancelled at the very last minute, when she was packed, and ready to go to the airport. 

Her travel to the terminal was paid in full, and she had that ticket. He had all the other tickets; it seemed strange, so she decided to take the trip to the airport. 

She watched him check in with somebody else! 

I think her vulnerability to mean men attracted me! I hoped that I would never be unkind to her.

She was very angry. I calmed her down. Suddenly she asked me to take her out. I arranged another lecture evening, followed by a day of teaching. We would have dinner at the end of that day.

We had a gentle, quiet, meal in an exceptional restaurant. She looked wonderful, sparkling, sexily dressed, a great date for any man. Other men threw envious glares, one even winked at me, when I went to the men’s room.

She knew the affect she was having, and we had to confront our demons. We talked about it, and agreed that we would spoil our friendship if we ever made love.

We continued in this state for years, meeting for dinner, kissing goodbye after a night out together, then meeting again once or twice a year.

Neither of us wanted it to go further. Very early on we agreed that I would introduce her to my wife. This was a great success. They became, and remain, very good friends.

Yet there was always this sexual undercurrent whenever we met. 

She would dress provocatively, she would go braless, and set up down blouse situations, where I could see her breasts. She would wear a suspender belt with stockings, and a tight skirt so that I could see the sexy outline of the clips on her fine body.

Other times she would wear flouncy skirts. She would wear stockings and suspenders, and let me see the whites of her thighs. One day she whispered that she had forgotten her panties!

It was innocent fun. I was happy, still fairly newly wed, and had become a father. 

Then one evening, after a lecture, she announced that she was engaged, and was going to be married. He was a very high powered consultant, so we invited them to dinner. They stayed overnight.

We decided not to invite others, so there were four of us to drink a bottle of champagne to toast their engagement. 

Dinner was a huge success, but it was obvious that he drank too much. She dressed in her normal provocative manner. There was always one button to many undone. I stole glimpses, catching sight of her white bra, and the tops of her small breasts. It remained harmless fun.

They married; we were at their wedding. We continued to meet for dinner. I continued to see her at the university. 

Two years later we were asked to become guardians to their newborn first child. 

We were tickled pink at the idea, and they were all invited for dinner.

She was breast feeding their daughter. She was put to bed in our resident cot, and we all changed for dinner. 

It was a special winter evening. We had a raging fire in the grate. The house was wonderfully warm, and romantic. Our children were away overnight.

We ate by candlelight, and lit the whole house, but for the kitchen, with candles.

We drank vintage champagne again. We had a good claret with dinner, and a half bottle of Chateau Climens as a pudding wine. We had a magnificent dessert to suit. 

We were not far into the evening when I realised that her husband had been drinking before they arrived. He continued to drink heavily.

Over the years that we had played our games, and when we had our occasional dinners, we realised that neither of us liked to drink too much. It helped us keep level heads.

We finished our champagne with the starter. We ate a spectacular main course with the claret, and I was clearing away dishes when she made her first move. 

She had come silently into the kitchen, carrying vegetable dishes. I was loading the dishwasher, and did not hear her.

She was right behind me when I stood up, and turned. She reached on tiptoe and kissed me fully on my lips. I was totally taken by surprise. 

We had kissed lip to lip for years, but this was immediately different. Her arms went around my neck, and she sucked my tongue into her mouth. She crushed our faces together. My hand went to her right breast, and I mashed it hard through her clothing. 

My left hand went to her mons, and I gripped the bone hard through her skirt. My fingers went lower, under the lip, to where I had never been in all the years that we had known each other. 

They turned the corner. They remained outside her clothing, but I forced them hard to her body. It was a completely involuntary movement. She let out a long, loud moan. We were both rather shocked at our reactions. 

We pulled apart. 

We paused. 

We should have stopped then, but we did not. The others were still talking loudly in the dining room some twenty feet away.

I blurted out, “I love you. I have loved you for years.” 

She said, “Oh No!”

Then we kissed again. My hand snaked across her blouse on a journey of it’s own. It went in through her provocative opening. My fingers ran inside her bra, and onto the bareness of her naked breast. 

She was still nursing, her nipple was huge, and giving milk. 

We broke from our embrace, and she said, “I think I will need some more protection, or I will leak through, and it will be seen.”

She grabbed some kitchen towel, folded two pieces, and unceremoniously thrust them into the points of her bra.

The atmosphere was electric. I had never felt anything like it. All our years of playing, all the pent up love, all the tenderness of many discussions, all her pain, the intimacies, and heartache, all my trials and tribulations, came to the surface in that one kiss.

We had to stop. 

We did, walking hand in hand to the door of the dining room, where my wife was still in animated conversation with her husband.

We were carrying the pudding, and wine in our other hands, so it looked completely innocent.

Dinner finished, and I announced that I had decanted a bottle of Graham’s 1963 port. We retired to the blazing fire, and to good music.  

I will always associate the third movement of Beethoven’s Sixth Symphony, the Pastorale, with that night.

It brings tears to my eyes every time I hear it. It will ‘til the day I die. 

We settled down to listen, my wife sitting at her husband’s feet. He was running his fingers through her hair. We were together on a huge couch. She had her feet curled up under her skirt. 

My hand was touching her feet. 

Looking back at the situation I see a picture of intimate innocence, except that the other two had drunk too much.

The decanter went around, we all had a glass of that exquisite 1963 port. We toasted the good life. 

Suddenly the other two said that they were tired, and needed to go to bed. 

Innocence prevailed; we both said that we would follow them up stairs at the end of the next movement. 

We sat through eleven and a half minutes of bliss.

She lent to kiss me as the others left the room, my hand went up her skirt, she was wearing stockings as usual, and, as far as I could tell, nothing else. I stroked her body as we kissed, but I did not go exploring. My fingers rested on the bareness of her smooth thigh.

There was no time to be intimate. The movement is only eleven minutes.

The others called, I removed my hand, we had one last kiss, and we started for bed. 

I began to close the house down. She went to see that her daughter was still sleeping peacefully.

I could hear her husband snoring at the far end of the house. He was in a total deep sleep.

I thought our intimacy would end there. 

I changed into nightclothes, and put on my dressing gown. This is unusual for me, but we had guests. I was on my way to bed when I glanced across the garden. I noticed that I had left a kitchen light on. I looked into our bedroom; my wife was also fast asleep.

I crossed to open the window. We always sleep with them wide open, even on the coldest winter nights. She did not stir.

I turned back, through my dressing room, and out onto the main landing.

The most beautiful apparition, a young woman in white, was standing holding the banister rail some twenty feet away. She had just come out of her daughter’s room; the light of the further landing was behind her.

She was wearing an embroidered cotton nightdress, demurely laced from the neck down to below her breasts. It had full length sleeves that reminded me of Elizabethan dress. It reached almost to the floor. I could see her toes, and her bare feet.

It was the finest material, the detailing was exquisite, lace panels enhanced its beauty. It was tailored with darts to fit quite closely. 

The light behind outlined her wonderful petite figure, and our low wattage light on the main landing allowed me to see her breasts, her large dark areolae, and her nipples. 

She was obviously clean shaven, or she was wearing flesh coloured panties.

She was crying very softly as she beckoned me towards her. It was as though we were attached, attracted by magnets.

I tiptoed across the landing, and started down the stairs.

I took her hand as I passed, and paused so that she could follow me. I sat on the carpeted step, just over half way down. We would be out of sight to a casual onlooker. 

She tiptoed down holding my fingers, and started to sit beside me. I motioned her to sit on my knees.

We knew then that our evening had not ended.

She lifted her nightdress as she turned to sit down. She was facing me. She was not wearing panties, so her naked cunt was on my pyjama trouser leg. Her cum instantly flooded through, and onto my thigh. 

It felt wonderfully warm and wet.

Not a word was spoken; she had continued to lift the hem of her nightdress, so that she was bare below the waist. It had been a very sexy movement, and my erection was rising for the second time that night.

Then she began to unlace that wonderful demure collar. I watched entranced as lace after lace was unthreaded from high on her neck. More of her beautiful upper body came into my sight. 

She had obviously brought the garment so that she could nurse, but also, so that it would be of use afterwards as a nightdress. It seemed that she wanted to nurse me then.

She slowly unlaced her top until she could fold it back below both breasts at once.  Her silent movements were divine. Her left hand lifted her right breast free of the embroidered edge of the material. Her right hand lifted her left breast. The fingers of both hands rolled the cotton below. 

She was comfortable, and fully exposed for the first time. 

She offered me her right breast.

It was too much of an invitation. 

Her right hand went below, and she held it up to me. She placed her other hand behind my neck, both to hold herself as she lent backwards, and to feed me. 

I lowered my lips to her breast, and drank. She wriggled, and pressed her cunt into my leg as I suckled.

I drank of her wonder for a short time, then she wanted to kiss. 

She held on as I moved my lips to her eyes. I brushed them gently. One kiss was placed on each closed eyelid. I kissed the tip of her nose, and our mouths met. We explored each others mouths as my free hands began to explore her body.

They went to her waist, and onto the nakedness of her hips. I ran them together to the inside of her thighs to about half way to heaven. Her legs were parted so that her knees were high either side of my body, with her lower legs folded tight, her feet either side of my bum. The tips of her toes were wriggling through the material of my pyjamas.

My feet were splayed apart, and the cheeks of her bum were resting close to my knees.

She was opened for exploration.

Slowly, very slowly, I ran my fingers down the inside of her legs. I went past the point of no return, where I had been while we listened to the third movement.

She stopped breathing; she held her breath. I was close to her haven, to where I had never been in all the years that we had known each other. 

My hands touched her baldness, her nakedness, her wet cunt. I rolled the tips of each finger, in turn, up her crack. They were moving in unison, hinging on my wrists. I slipped upwards onto the flatness where her baby had been, where she had been full. 

I stroked her belly very gently. She was wonderfully firm. 

I moved on upwards.

My fingers touched the underside of her breasts. She moved one hand to her nightdress, and let them both fall back inside. I felt more of her firmness, of her beauty. My fingers traced up to her nipples. I took one between each forefinger and thumb. I tented the front of her nightdress away from her teats. I squeezed gently. 

Little wet marks appeared on the front. She was squirting milk onto the inside of her nightdress. 

She whispered, “Please make love to me. Please empty my breasts of your milk.” 

I whispered that we would make love together, and that I would love to continue to suckle her milk. She repeated that it was mine.

We made love together.

I asked her to stand up, then to sit down where I had been. I stood, and took three more steps down the stairs. I turned. She was sitting quietly with her knees as far apart as possible. She was holding the rucked nightdress above her abdomen. 

I was being shown the window into her life. 

I removed my dressing gown, and knelt down. I started to brush kisses on the open inside of her right knee. My mouth murmured inwards towards her most private place. She had a small mole about two inches from her wetness. I kissed, and licked it.

I withdrew, and began to kiss her left thigh. I drank in more, and more, details of her beauty as my eyes became accustomed to the low level of light. She had many small moles all the way up her left inner thigh. I kissed each in turn, until an inch or so from my goal I nibbled, and lightly bit one. 

I lifted my mouth from her skin.

She stifled a small gasp. 

Her hands came behind my head, and I was forced into her wetness.

It was a wonderful, enchanted, accurate aim. My mouth automatically gathered up her lips, and I sucked them to me. My nose drank in her deep sensual smell, just as she crushed me against her clit.

I was smothered for a long time.

She released her grip, I came up for air, and her hands went either side of my face. She pulled my mouth to hers, licking her juices from my face before kissing me hard.

She said, “That was amazing. Nobody has ever kissed me there before.” 

Much later we talked about this comment. It was true. She was an oral virgin, which says much of the qualities, and education, of many men. 

We have often laughed about it, agreeing that there should be a chair in “Sex Education” in all universities, and that proper sex should be taught in schools.

For the moment we continued to whisper, and talk, to hold, touch, and caress each other. She asked me to continue my oral ministrations, and more truths came out. I told her that I would like to give her an oral orgasm. 

She had never had one. She had only come to orgasm by herself. She regularly faked them with her husband. 

He was an in and out, missionary only man.

I was amazed. I told her that she must stifle any noise, as we should not wake the others. We both agreed that it was extraordinarily exciting making love, exploring, while our respective partners slept close by.

I kissed both her eyes again and moved back to heaven.

She arched backwards against the stairs, and lifted the nightdress completely off her body. I gazed over her wetness, over her stomach, through the valley between her gorgeous milk filled breasts, watching her teats rise and fall. 

Her arms were stretched out above her head. They were still encased in fine cotton. She was slowly pulling her arms free of the sleeves. 

Her eyes remained tight shut, sealed tight by my kisses.

I was very gentle, very tender, very loving.

I took a single loose labia fold into my mouth, and sucked it from her body. I nibbled it lightly, running my tongue over her sensitive skin.

I dropped the first, and pulled the other out from its nest. She was fast becoming very aroused, she was filling. I ran my tongue up each outer fullness in turn, before searching out her clit with my nose.

All this time I had a sense of awe. This was the first time ever for her. I was privileged, and would make love with her as no man had ever done before.

My mouth moved away, she remained still her arms now bare, her body nude, naked, vulnerable, and open. I marvelled at her beauty in the dim light of the night.

My tongue brushed up her left thigh, tracing a wet line that would feel slightly cold as it evaporated in the warmth of the house.

I was determined to bring her to a climax without my entering her cunt. It would be another first.

I was comfortable stretched out up the carpet of the stairs. My rock hard cock had come loose from my pyjama bottoms. It was pressing into the dept of the step probably leaving a pre cum mark.

She remained stretched out above me, her legs wantonly spread wide apart, her body slightly arched, her arms still stretched above her head. I wanted her to stay in that position, I wanted to bring her to her first oral orgasm without contact, so I stretched my arms above my head, and began a gentle massage of her breasts.

I squeezed her teats very gently, and pulled both slightly outwards. Milk leaked from her ducts, and began to run down her curve of her fullness. I stopped it, on both breasts with my little fingers. I began to massage it into her skin. 

She murmured a small deep gurgle of contentment. 

It might have sounded like a central heating noise to a casual listener, but there were none. We had been completely silent for a moment following our whisperings. 

Both our respective partners were snoring; mine lightly, hers like a gathering thunderstorm.

I continued to milk then massage, lower and lower down each breast. Her whole body was becoming an erogenous zone. She was sensitised for her gathering orgasm. I began to circle her clitoris with my tongue, before sucking it gently, and circling again.


I watched her movements, her signals. Her hands were outstretched above her head, all eight fingers, and her thumbs, taught, and straining with love. She began to weep the tears of joy. Her fingers opened and closed in time with the waves of pleasure that shuddered through her body. She sobbed the tears of love, of ecstasy, and desire.




One Night Stand



She came.

I moved up her body, brushing her breasts with my lips, brushing her mouth, and kissing away her tears. She hugged me tight, she was crushed beneath me, her body bridging from step to step.

She said, she whispered, “That was incredible. I never believed that I could cum like that. Thank you.” 

We kissed, mouth to mouth for a very long time.

I had lifted my weight off her body, resting on my elbows. 

I began to drink milk from her breasts. She reached down, and held her right teat to my mouth, three fingers were below her nipple, with her thumb slowly massaging down. 

I drank of her life giving warmth. She asked me to finger fuck her. The fingers of my left had found her sopping hole, and I plunged two of them in as far as they would go.

She reared up in ecstasy pressing her whole breast to my mouth. 

We had already been making love for around an hour; when she told me to drink from her left breast, and asked that I continued to finger fuck her. 

By now I was being very gentle, moving in and out, and attending to her engorged clit. Her whole sex was full; she was closing to another orgasm. 

I had always heard that women could reach a climax by breast feeding. The combination of my mouth on her teats, and my fingers in her cunt brought on another shuddering, silent climax.

I had drained her. Her nipples stood proud, long and erect, when she whispered that it was my turn. 

It appeared that there was only one problem. She had only recently finished a period after having her child. She was not on the pill. She had no protection, and I do not carry condoms around.

Suddenly she said, “I so much want you to fuck me. Please will you cum in my arse.”

I whispered that I was an anal virgin. She giggled, and whispered back that she was also, but she wanted to feel me inside her body. She wanted to carry my sperm, to feel it spurting deep into her body.

I was in awe.

My cock was raging hard at the thought of penetrating her cunt. It became harder still at the thought of its first anal fuck.

I asked about lubrication, she simply said that she wanted me, and it did not matter if it hurt.

We continued to talk in whispers. I explained that I had seen porno films where most girls were taken from the rear, with them kneeling on all fours, doggy style. She admitted that she had also seen one.

I said that I also thought that a combination of pre cum, some that had not been smeared on the carpet, of her juices, of my fingers enlarging her small hole, and of her cum might suffice. 

I was terrified. I did not want to hurt her. We started to move.

She rolled over, a naked beautiful elf offering herself before my eyes. She knelt on the step where her cunt had dampened the carpet. She was so small that she was almost level. She rested her head on her hands three steps above; her white nightdress was rumpled beneath her breasts. 

She was still.

We had both become very accustomed to the light. Even in the dimness she was a sight of great beauty. I held her hips, and bent to kiss her hole, I dropped spittle onto the top of her crack, and washed it around with my tongue.

She wriggled, and murmured contentment.

I took my left hand from her hips, and pressed two fingers into her cunt, gathering her dew, her juices, and transferring them to the rim of her anus. Gently, slowly, with a degree of terror, I began to press my first finger into her body. I was in to the first knuckle. She was very tight.

She turned and whispered for me to continue. I removed my finger, and lubricated it with cunt juice from my other hand. I pressed it back in a little further. I was in to the second knuckle, possibly two inches.

I rotated my finger. I was past her sphincter. I withdrew a little, spat accurately on the exposed bit, hitting the second knuckle just as I began to push home again.

I withdrew completely, and whispered, “Do you want me to go on.”

She replied, “Yes Please!”

I scooped more of her juices from her gaping hole. I used my free hand. I smeared them onto my second finger. I was determined that only my clean fingers would go to her cunt. She moved, and a hand appeared. Her fingers were cupped, and full of her spit. She felt for my fingers, and transferred it all. She rubbed all her wetness onto me as I slowly pushed two fingers fully home. She felt around her expanding hole

She was pushing back; she was meeting my thrusting fingers. We pushed in and out in unison.

She was ready for a third finger. 

I bunched my middle finger with the two that had begun the journey. I brought my fingers to my mouth. Her smells were a wonderful, complex cocktail. I added more spit. I smeared more of her cum juice on my middle finger. 

I placed the head of my penis against her hole, and milked it with my free hand. Globs of my pre cum oozed onto her rosebud. I squeezed as hard, and as far back as I could, milking all from deep in my tract. I pushed slightly to transfer my goo into her hole.

I placed my three fingers at the entrance to her hole. The longest, the tip of my middle finger disappeared first, quickly followed by the other two. She pushed back, and three fingers vanished up her anal passage. 

She rocked back and forth with gathering speed. I was going in as far as possible. 

She was ready.

Her hand reappeared around her naked hip. She looked around to target my penis, and touched it for the first time in her life. She smeared more of her spittle up and down.

She whispered, “Please fuck me. Let me push you in,” 

She was smiling as she turned back to rest her head on both arms.

I took aim, I milked the base of my glistening penis with closed fingers, and held it. It was rock hard as I hit the centre of her rosebud. I stopped. She pushed back, making the tip vanish into her hole.

It was very sudden. 

The house was completely silent, our respective partners still slept on, her daughter was asleep in a near room, with the door slightly ajar.

I think I detected a slight intake of breath, then she pushed more. She began a gentle rocking motion. I knelt on a lower step completely still. She was in control.

My hands were free, but I did not want to disturb her silent movements. I was resting both hands gently on her buttocks, when she stretched behind. She placed a hand either side of her hole, palms to her white skin, and stretched her skin hard away from her anus.

I found that particularly erotic. 

I took aim, and dropped a load of spit, exactly on the middle of my engorged member, close to her body. It was wonderful timing. The spittle had just begun to spread when she pushed back hard. 

I had to brace myself as my member raced in a further two inches.

She rocked away a little, there was another detectable noise, and she plunged fully in. 

My balls were hard against the wetness of her cunt.

I could hardly contain myself. I had never been so tightly held, so smothered in such a warm loving tunnel.

She adjusted herself to the new feelings. Her knees wriggled slightly further apart, making the aim of my penis into her tunnel perfect. She braced her left arm flat into the depth of the step. Her back was straight, and the fingers of her right hand were deep in her cunt.

She was ready.

Not a word was spoken, I began to stroke in, and out, of my friend’s arse. It was not a battle of wills, it was a journey of joy. I had found earlier, that she could cum quickly. She had already been there twice. 

I wanted us to cum together, and sensed that it was also what she wanted.

I bent forwards at the waist, and felt for her teats. I knew then why she had placed her nightdress under her breasts. Her nipples were long, and dangling free, as I began to milk her.

I felt her tips, they were wet with milk. It was dripping onto her nightdress.

We were in a silent union of love, and of lust.

I thrust in and out, she parried by thrusting back. I milked her tits; she played with her clit. 

I was very close to cumming myself as I realised that she had begun another huge, shuddering, silent climax.

Two more thrusts, and I stopped. Floods of sperm were shooting deep into her arse, far up where no man had ever been before. 

I was in ecstasy. 

She was in ecstasy with me, both her hands were back on her bum pulling her cheeks apart as hard as she could. She wanted me as deep as possible. Slowly, very slowly, I stroked, and twitched twice more. 

More cum rushed into her passage, as she grabbed my arms, and began to rear up in front of me.

I was young. My cock stayed hard in her anus as she turned to kiss me. She stretched to grab my head. We kissed for a long, long time.

Slowly, very slowly I began to subside. I slipped out of her body. 

I never went inside her again.

We continued to kiss, and thank each other in whispers. She said that she wanted to keep my sperm in her for as long as possible. She would find some panties.

She slipped her nightdress over her head. With one wriggle she was dressed again, demurely lacing up her bodice.

My penis vanished back into my pyjama bottoms. 

I went to turn the kitchen light off, and we both went to bed.

We have never made love again. 

We talk about it often, but have never crossed the divide. 

We will go to the end of the world for each other. 

I know that I will love her “forever and a day”; I know that she will reciprocate my love “forever and a day”. 

That is enough. 

We both remain happily married to our sleeping partners of that night.

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© Copyright Gussie – September 2003 



One Night Stand



She knew that she was in trouble. Across the room there stood a man dressed in all black, and looking so damned good looking. Ashton Crest was staring, she knew it, but she couldn't help it. The man that had caught her attention stood at the doorway, talking to the host of the Halloween party. The host, Crystal-Lynn Smites, was dressed in a bright red devil suit, complete with the tail, horns, and a pitchfork. She was a short but elegant woman who was quite the spitfire. No one doubted that she had the temperament of the devil, and can, and did, show it when she had to.

But right now Ashton was more worried about the man. Who was he and where did he come from? Lean, but with muscles in all the right places. He was tall, well over six feet. Wide shoulders, a flat stomach, black hair, light eyes, great thighs and legs drew her interest at once. He had no jewelry except for a gold watch he wore on his left wrist. He had a moustache and he hadn't shaved in a few days, Ashton could tell.

She had left the house that night with the intentions of finding a man willing enough to give her a one-night stand. She knew she deserved it and she couldn't wait to get someone in bed. After two years of fighting, the day before, her husband had finally signed the divorce papers. She felt she had a right to celebrate. And one night of wild sex was just what she wanted. Luke hadn't been all that great in bed, and Ashton vowed from the beginning that she wouldn't cheat on her husband. But, she finally turned to another man. After almost six months of not having sex, she had to. She was going insane!

But after only a week, Luke found out. He had always been a good businessman and Ashton could afford to stay home and do nothing. Ashton admitted that she had been a little sloppy about the affair but she didn't care. She was finally getting what she wanted: wild sex with someone who knew what they were doing. 

And man did Evan know! Luke was all about himself in bed, and as long as he came, he couldn't care less about her. Evan was different in all ways. He devoted at least thirty minutes each day to pleasing her on his knees. He loved her taste and getting her off. So did Ashton!

Now, in the middle of the party, she could feel herself getting wet. She rubbed her thighs together in attempt to rub the ache away. She soon found out that it wasn't going to go away that fast. She looked around the room to see if anyone was watching her and found to her dismay no one was. She wanted to be watched by someone! Looking back at the man by the door, she was surprised to see the mysterious man in black watching her.

Making up her mind, she walked towards him with seduction on her mind. He looked her up and down in her sexy maid outfit, and then he met her eyes and smiled seductively. He knew, somehow, what she wanted. And she was a little embarrassed, but she wanted him. 

"My name is Ashton. What's yours, handsome?"

"My, my, at what a brave little vixen. Name's Grant, and let me be the first to tell you what an amazing outfit you have there."

Grant, huh? Ashton thought to herself. For some reason, that name suited him well.

"Thank you, Grant, and just what is your outfit supposed to be?"

"Well, I don't usually go to these types of parties, but I just hired Ms. Smites, and she invited me here. She failed to tell me that it was a costume party." He grinned at her with ease while thinking to himself about what might be under the maid outfit, and how soon he would find out. He knew she wanted to fuck him, and he was ready and willing for it. She was a gorgeous woman, and a guy would have to go nuts to turn someone that good-looking away.

"So, Mr. Grant, where are you from?"

"Originally, I'm from New York, but right now I'm about five miles down the road. I rented a place from Crystal-Lynn's landlord. It's a nice place, with a pool, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a huge living room." Every time he mentioned a place in the house, he imagined fucking her there. He shifted his weight and quietly ordered his self to calm down. 

"You married?" Ashton asked.

"Nope, I just like having a lot of space. And plus, it's the only thing I can find till I get my house fixed." They talked some more as the night went on but mostly they people watched and commented on the costumes. It was a fun night, and when midnight came, neither wanted to leave the others company. 

"How about you come to my place and check out the pool?" He asked. "It's a nice place and I'd love to go swimming with you."

"I don't have a bathing suit." She said to him, curious about what his response was going to be.

"Who said we needed one?" He asked with a note of lust in his voice. Oh yeah, Ashton thought, he's definitely my type.

They left the party and headed to his car. A cab had dropped off Ashton at the party. They didn't need to explain what would happen. His car seemed logical and the easiest way to get to what they wanted the most. On the way to his rented house, he reached over and laid his hand on her thigh. She smiled in the darkness and placed her hand over his. It was warm and rough, and she felt her panties getting soaked already.

A short drive later, they pulled up in his driveway. He walked around quickly to her side after turning off the car and opened her door. As soon as she stepped out, his arms wrapped around her and she was instantly drowning in his kiss. He tasted like cinnamon candy, and she moaned quietly. She could feel his dick pressing into her stomach, and she ground against him.

"Feisty, are we?" He grinned in the moonlight as he pulled back. He took her by the hand and led her up the brick pathway. As they reached the door, he quickly unlocked it and pulled her gently inside. After locking the door behind her, he led her to the couch. He kicked off his black loafers and encouraged her to take her shoes off. She did and was pulled down on top of him. They continued kissing till he couldn't take it any more. 

He pulled off his black turtleneck to reveal a white wife beater. He stared passionately at her outfit and slowly ran his hands up her legs and across the top of her thighs. He was already hard as hell, but when the journey of his hands reveled that she wore no panties, he let out a groan and felt himself get harder. She smiled at this, and gently pushed her cunt into his waiting hand. She was slick and wet, and she knew that it would turn him on.

He kissed her thighs and slowly made his way to her dripping hole. She was shaven, had been since she was 16. She loved the way it felt. He ran his fingers over the silky skin and slowly opened her pussy lips. She was wet, so wet. And he wanted her so bad. He slid two fingers in her wet hole and started to finger her. She moaned and felt her head fall back onto the cushion. The squishing sounds her pussy made got louder the faster he fingered her. Soon, he had her gasping for air as he rammed his fingers in and out of her.

"Yes, oh god yes. That feels so damned good. Ah, finger me good. Oh shit. Fuck me with your fingers!" He continued to finger fuck her until she blasted off into an orgasm. Her head fell back onto the couch with a thud and she sighed.

"That was good. Now, its my turn." She stood up on her shaky knees on the well-cushioned couch and motioned for him to stand in front of her. He did, swelling in his black jeans. He was grateful that she was taking them off, for they were getting tighter by the minute, especially when he watched her cum all over his fingers. When she unzipped his jeans and pulled his hard cock out, he moaned.

"Does that feel good baby?" She asked, already knowing the answer as she started to jack his hot cock off. He was hard as steel, and hot as hell. She stared at his dick, and slowly ran her tongue on the underside. He bucked in her hand and she chuckled. She was good at blowjobs, and she loved to feel a big dick respond in her mouth. She sucked him hard and fast, running her hand up and down the length of him. Just when she started to feel his cum starting to pump, she pulled him out of her mouth and jerked him off onto her tits.

They lay there about twenty minutes, both breathing hard. He then got up, held out his hand, and led her to a bedroom. He was anxious to feel her hot, tight pussy around his dick, and he knew she wanted the same thing. After laying her down on the bed, he took both of her legs and threw them over his shoulders. He licked her very softly at first but then she started to beg for release. He slowly worked his way up to her hard clit, and then attacked it. She started to shake all over, and in the middle of her climax, he stuck two fingers deep inside of her and added her G-spot climax, sending her off into another world.

When she came back down to earth, breathing hard and sweating, she was hell bent on getting even. She pushed Grant back on the bed and straddled his hard cock. She asked where the condoms were, and after slipping one on, started to fuck him hard and fast. Her hair had fallen and she was beautiful. Her full tits were bouncing all over, and she was moaning loudly. He watched her, waiting to flip her over when he couldn't handle what she was doing much longer.

When the time came, he flipped her over on her back. She gave a small moan, but settled down quickly.

"My turn sweetie," he told her as he withdrew his hard dick, leaving just the head in her hole. When she tried to push up on his prick, he backed away and teased her by asking her what she wanted.

"Your dick," she answered.

"Where do you want it?"

"In me, fucking me."

"You want me to fuck you?"

"YES! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! NOW! I CANT STAND IT ANYMORE!!"

"Your wish is my command," he said. With one smooth motion, he powered his hips forward and slammed into her with such a force that she screamed. After a while she started to talk to him.

"Oh, yeah baby, fuck me. That feels so damned good. You have such a big cock. Oh fuck me. Harder, baby, harder. Slam me. Harder. I'm gonna cum. Oh hell, I'm gonna cum all over your dick. Baby, harder. Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh!"

At the top of her climax, Grant fucked her as hard as he could, and at the same time filled the condom's tip up till it almost burst. He groaned loudly and slowly withdrew his cock. Looking at each other, they both smiled. This was going to be a long, but fun, night.



One Night Stand



Beste lezer,

Dit verhaal was eigenlijk bedoeld voor 'private use only', maar aangezien ik een Nederlandse versie van Literotica wel een goed id vind, plaats ik dit verhaal. Hopelijk worden jullie er warm van. En dat mag je mij natuurlijk altijd laten weten. Ben benieuwd naar de Nederlandse lezers van deze website. 

Groeten,

Amsterdick

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We wisten allebei dat we die avond gingen neuken, alsof het stiekem al was afgesproken. De seksuele spanning hing al in de lucht toen we elkaar zagen, al waren we er allebei heel relaxt onder. Toen ik haar in de kroeg zag, en zij mijn blik beantwoordde, was ons pact al beklonken. Het contract zou getekend worden met elkaars lichaamsappen. Bij mij thuis hebben we eerst gezellig op de bank gezeten. Een beetje gekletst en thee gedronken. Tussendoor zoende we wat. Ik streelde door haar blonde krullende haar, en keek diep in haar groen blauwe ogen. Haar lippen waren vol en zacht. Eigenlijk perfect gewoon. 

Daniëlle ging op een gegeven moment liggen en keek me uitnodigend aan. We begonnen heftig te kussen. Ondertussen gleden mijn handen onder haar truitje en wist ik in een beweging haar bh los te maken. Nu had ik vrij spel met haar borsten. Ze voelde groot en zacht aan. Cup E is niet mis en toen ze later haar truitje uit had, zag ik de grootste tieten die ik ooit van dichtbij had gezien. Ik nam een tepel in mijn mond en begon te zuigen. Erg hard werden ze niet, maar haar kreuntjes gaven aan dat ze er erg van genoot. Ondertussen wreef ze met haar handen over de bollen in mijn broek. Maar ze moest nog even wachten voordat ik hem tevoorschijn haalde. Toen haar borst helemaal nat was met mijn speeksel, begon ik haar andere tiet te likken. Ondertussen kneep ik in de afgelebberde tiet tot deze blauw zag. Daniëlle vond het allemaal heerlijk en spoorde me aan: "Knijp harder. Jaaaaaah, lekker.... oh jongen, je mag alles met me doen vanavond. Alles."

Dat was natuurlijk niet tegen dovemansoren gezegd. Na een tijdje zo met elkaar gevreeën te hebben, voelden we allebei dat het tijd was. Ik trok in de kamer het merendeel van haar kleren uit en leidde haar slechts gekleed in haar kanten onderbroek naar de slaapkamer. Daar ging ze op het bed zitten, waar ze mijn spijkerbroek uittrok. Ik ging bovenop haar liggen en trok geil haar onderbroek uit. Haar prachtige kutje openbaarde zich aan mij: mooi volle lipjes, met een toefje haar erboven. Op haar commando liet ik mijn onderbroek zakken en mijn pik van 17 centimeter schoot trots naar boven. Daniëlle pakte hem vast en wilde hem naar binnen duwen. 

Ik deed snel een condoom om en stootte toen diep in haar. Ze was heerlijk heet en nat. Dit zou genieten worden, dacht ik. En dat was het ook. Voor een lange tijd lag ik op haar terwijl ik ritmisch mijn pik in haar stootte. Ondertussen kusten en voelden we wat aan elkaar. Haar lichaam voelde als vertrouwd, ook al was dit de eerste keer dat we elkaar neukten. In het halfduister leek ze op iemand die ik kende van vroeger en met wie ik vaak het bed had gedeeld, misschien voelde het daarom allemaal zo vertrouwd. Ik stootte harder en harder. Ze zuchtte: "Schat, niet te hard alsjeblieft," maar toen ik door bleef stoten, merkte ik aan haar zuchten dat ze het eigenlijk wel heel erg lekker vond om keihard genomen te worden. Ik ging meer rechtop zitten op mijn knieën, en hield haar voeten vast. Ik trok haar benen nog wat verder uit elkaar zodat ik dieper in haar kon stoten. "Ooh, auw, ooh, auw!" kreunde ze. Maar ze vroeg niet of ik wilde stoppen. Ik neukte haar nu heel hard; telkens als ik mijn lul uit haar trok, werden haar lipjes bijna naar buiten gesleurd. Heerlijk sexgeweld in bed. 

Ik trok mijn lul uit haar kut. Mijn geslacht glinsterde in het maanlicht en rook naar haar kut. Een lekkere geur. Dat zouden ze eigenlijk in flessen moeten verkopen bedacht ik me. Ik gebood haar om op haar handen en voeten te zitten, met haar heerlijke ronde kont naar mij toe. Ik keek verlekkerd naar haar strakke kontgaatje, ramde mijn lul in haar kletsnatte kut en ging verder met pompen. Hier moest ze wel wat aan wennen. Ik keek naar haar mooie gladde rug en kont terwijl ik haar kut keer op keer vulde met harde pik. Daniëlle maakte bijna geen geluid, geheel in trance van het gevoel van mijn pompende lul. Ik greep haar grote tieten vast en pompte in ze alsof ik haar wilde melken. Ze gaf bij iedere kneep een klein gilletje, dat overigens overstemd werd door het kraken van mijn bed. De buurvrouw zou wel weer kunnen horen dat ik aan het neuken was – ik hoopte dat ze er plezier van had.

Ik heb Daniëlle daarna nog even zijwaarts geneukt. Een goede manier om diep te penetreren en tegelijkertijd oogcontact te houden. Haar handen gleden over haar clitje. Ik voelde hoe haar kutje samentrok terwijl een orgasme door haar lichaam golfde. Ik kon het niet meer houden en spoot het condoom vol. 

Vermoeid trok ik mijn lul uit haar sufgeneukte kutje. We lagen wat te praten naast elkaar en Daniëlle deed mijn condoom af. Mijn lul was slijmerig van mijn zaad en de zaaddodende pasta van meneer Durex. Toch was mijn lul niet klein te krijgen vanavond. Ik vroeg haar me af te trekken en dat deed ze even. Haar hand gleed ritmisch over mijn lul. Voordat ik het wist lag ik weer boven haar. Ze wilde ook nog wel neuken, maar dan zonder rubber. 

Gek van geilheid stond ik mezelf toe om mijn lul wederom in haar te duwen, zonder condoom. In mijn achterhoofd ging een signaal af dat dit allesbehalve verstandig was, maar haar zaadvragende ogen en de hitte die uit kut leek te komen, deed mij overstag gaan. Ik hoopte maar dat ze aan de pil was. Terwijl ik mijn lul diep in haar stootte, hoorde ik Daniëlle zachtjes kreunen. Een heerlijk geluid. Haar ogen waren gesloten; ze lag echt te genieten van de sex. Onderwijl hield ze met haar handen haar dikke borsten vast, zodat ze niet te veel zouden schudden. In het schaarse licht kon ik net zien hoe mijn lul in en uit haar kutje stootte. Ze had haar kutje vrijwel gladgeschoren op een klein streepje haar in het midden na. Het voelde alsof mijn pik ontsloten was door een fluwelen handschoen. Ze was dan ook lekker heet van binnen. 

Daniëlle wilde bovenop me zitten, wat ik natuurlijk geen probleem vond. Met mijn lul diep in haar kut, reed ze zichzelf op en neer op mijn pik. Ik greep haar volle billen beet en trok deze uit elkaar. De wijsvinger van mijn linkerhand wreef over haar kontgaatje. Ik voelde het zweet in haar bilnaad glijden. Hierdoor werd mijn vinger nat en wist ik deze met gemak zachtjes in haar anus te duwen. Ik pompte haar poepgat in hetzelfde tempo als dat mijn lul in en uit haar pompte. 

"Spuit me maar vol!" hijgde ze buiten adem van de inspanning. "Spuit me vol met je lekkere hete zaad, doe maar...oooh....." Dat was geen probleem. Op een gegeven moment werd de wrijving mij te veel en ik voelde hoe mijn eikel heet werd binnen in haar. Ik kon 't niet meer houden en spoot haar kut vol met mijn zaad. Daniëlle gilde dat ze het in haar voelde spuiten, iets wat ze altijd een lekker geil gevoel vond, kreunde ze. We hebben nog lekker een tijd tegen elkaar aangelegen. Het is toch echt heerlijk om een warm vrouwenlichaam tegen je aan te voelen. Daar kan ik echt van genieten. Ik voelde hoe mijn zaad uit haar kutje droop en een vlek maakte op het laken. Later zou ik zien dat haar vocht een beetje bruingelig was.

Nadat we een tijdje half weggezakt in slaap tegen elkaar aan hadden gelegen, stond Daniëlle op. Ze moest weer naar huis, naar haar verloofde. Ik keek slaperig naar hoe ze voorover gebogen haar onderbroek aan deed. Ik zag het kant glijden over die mooie billen van haar. 

Ik voelde mijn lul weer groeien en sprong op. Voordat ze precies doorhad wat er aan de hand was, duwde ik mijn lul in haar nog natte kutje. Ze greep de deurpost vast terwijl ik genadeloos in haar stootte. "Ooh, oooh, oooh, ja!" gilde ze terwijl ik wederom haar kutje voelde samentrekken. Haar lange haren schudden heen en weer door mijn harde stoten. Wat nou zachtjes doen? dacht ik. Deze slet wil gewoon hard genomen worden. Nou, dat kan. En zo ramde ik mijn lul weer hard in haar. Ik voelde mijn zaad opkomen, dus ik greep haar tieten vast en drukte haar stevig tegen mij aan. Haar adem stokte toen ik voor de laatste keer mijn zaad liet schieten tussen haar schaamlipjes. De verboden tempel die wederom gevuld werd met het zaad van een vreemdeling. 

Ik voelde mijn lul slap worden en langzaam uit haar kutje glijden. Daniëlle trok haar kleren verder aan en gaf me een laatste zoen. "Ik zie je wel weer," zei ze. Ik knikte. Ik wist dat mijn zaad langzaam uit haar kutje droop en haar onderbroek vulde terwijl ze mij een handkus toewierp. Ze liep de trap af. Ik deed de deur dicht, kroop in bed en droomde van haar strakke natte kutje. 



One Night Stand



I am in an alley in the middle of New York somewhere. I hear horns honking, "Taxi!", the brakes of big semi trucks discharging and the sound of the subway in the background. I look around and I see the brick building faces, a few pieces of garbage on the ground, just like the pictures of new york. The asphalt, it looks like there is snow or maybe ice on it. There is a chill in the air that feels sharp like pins on my face, I can see my breath and is so thick in front of me it seems to take forever to disappear. God I love New York.

I am leaning against the hood of an older car in the alley. I am rocking from side to side and rubbing my hands together trying to stay warm. We were just standing there talking about nothing really just about things we have in common, the weather, the plans for the weekend, those types of things. We were talking about the weather and how this was normal for this time of year and how cold it can get. I glance over and I see him looking at me out of the corner of his eye, what is he thinking, does he like me? Is this the time we finally don't run away? Where will we go from here this time? He wasn't interested the last time? 

And I am dressed in a knee high black coat buttoned down the front. With a pink scarf and hat. Underneath I am wearing a short gray tweed skirt the kind that goes a few inches above the knee and black thigh highs. A silky white shirt, buttoned down just enough that when I lean forwards you can catch a glymps of my lacey white bra. I look like one of the corperate working wall street women. 

Had he seen my bra when I had bent down. I wonder if he had he seen the lace and the edge of my nipple. Did he want to see what I look like underneath all these clothes and how I felt. Did he know how I wanted him? Was he thinking about something else. We always seemed to have a little office flirting going on but nothing ever happened. Just when I thought he was going to kiss me, or make some type I move, I always pulled away just in time. But this time he looked different. His tone was different he looked different. Did I really want him or was he going to take me anyway. Maybe we should go back inside. 

He turns and grabs me by my jacket, at the shoulders and pulls me toward him. I feel his breath on my face and I can hear every breath he takes. It feels as if he may kiss me hard and deep or yell at me to leave him alone. Had I gone to far this time? He doesn't do either he just looks at me. I cant read his intention but the longer he holds on to me and the harder he holds on I can feel myself begin to really want him. I can feel the tingling between my legs and a warm feeling up my body. We don't say a word we just stare at one another. I think I went to far. 

He lays me back against the hood of the car. I can feel my head and shoulders being pushed against the car. I move trying to get away but I cant get up. With one hand still holding on to my jacket and the other trying to find its way though my coat. I don't want to pull away. I feels so bad, him holding so tight and not saying a word just looking at me. And it feels soo good. Not having control of what is going to happen and not wanting to control. Just having him take all of me for his pleasure or to show me what hes got. No foreplay no sweet words just fucking. Showing me and taking it how he wants it. 

He brings his face closer to mine and begins rub his face in to my neck trying to get the scarf out of the way. At the same time I can feel him getting his hand into the bottom of my jacket and yanking it up. I can feel his hand on the inside of my thighs. They are cold and I can feel the desperation in his fingers and he tries to find his way into my panties. I spread my legs only a little but it wasn't enough I can feel him push them further open with the side of his hand. He was right on target. By the time I feel his finger just in side my lips I am ready, I am wet and so hot. I let out a slight moaning breath.

I can hear him breathing through my scarf and he nibbles on my neck. Is this real could I say no will he stop?? I whisper "No stop" but he doesn't. I can feel his finger inside me and he slowly pulls it out. And the next time it's a little harder and a little deeper. And a little harder and a little deeper. I want him to fuck me. I want him to show me how bad he wants to see me cum. I tell him to "fuck me harder. Shove your fingers deeper inside me. Can you get me off? Is that what you want. You wanna see me cum." Oh god! If this is what finger fucking is all about I am in. He fucked me with his fingers until I thought I couldn't cum again. And the last time he made me cum. he was pounding his fingers inside me I could feel his palm hit against my clit and I could feel my cum running down the inside of legs. I could barely move, or breath, I couldn't say a word. 

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When he turned me over face down on the car, undid his belt and pants. He wasn't going to take no for an answer and I wasn't in any shape to stop him. I just had to lay there. He grabbed hold of my jacket and shirt and yanked me up on the hood a little more. He spread my legs as far as he could and shoved his cock deep inside me. He kept pounding me from behind holding my jacket and forcing me towards him. He was so deep inside me I could only moan for him to stop. But he didn't. He kept ramming himself in me faster and deeper. He must have like this because it was long before I heard him let out a quiet moan and I could feel him cum deep inside me. I could feel his cock cumming inside me. I felt him take it out, buttoned his pants and moved back away from me. I just laid face down on the hood recovering from the most incredible fingering and fuck I had ever experienced. 

When I finally looked up to see him he was gone. 

What had just happened? God please let it happen again. 

I still see him around, and we still flirt but we have never talked about it or done anything since. Maybe it was the bra?



One Night Stand



He had a girlfriend. She never did this kind of thing. She was a girl who liked to think she knew what might happen in her future. All of a sudden, though, insecurity looked so good.

Why couldn't she have just one night? She needed just a minute to stop thinking about tomorrow. She wanted to live for what felt right to her today.

Today nothing felt more right than him. Nothing felt better to her, just at this second, than his supple bicep under her hand. Nothing looked more enticing than that boyish grin, masking those dirty thoughts. She felt her body begin to give in to him, though her mind still hadn't quite made the journey.

She leaned toward him, listening more intently to what he was saying. Giving him reason to lower that sexy deep voice to just above a whisper. God, that voice ripped right down into her. It melted every last sane thought and sent them all as liquid warmth right between her thighs. She was falling apart. She was falling into him. Her head said, 'No, think about the girl! What if that were you? It's not like this is real love. You just want to screw him.'

But her body had already stopped listening. He put his hand on her lower back and she embarrassed herself by actually mewing out loud. It was soft sound, barely there at all, but oh, he heard it. She saw from the wicked gleam in those light blue eyes that he knew just what he was doing to her.

She couldn't think at all anymore. At least, not actively. Any thought she had seemed like an old tape recorder... The answering machine for her brain replaying sensible messages of the past. It was too bad she was beyond listening to them.

She leaned her entire side against him, now. Ostensibly to lean over the bar and order another drink. Quick, she thought, think of something that sounds sexy when you order... "Um, a Buttery Nipple, please?" She asked, not looking at him at all. The bartender grinned a little as he poured. Damn, was that smooth, did that sound cool?

"Shit, where's the butter?" He asked, looking around as if to find it. She laughed. Yes! That helped so much to make her feel lighter. She loved a man who could joke through sexual tension. Plus, she got a nice visual of him greasing her up... maybe not with butter, though, maybe with some of that new flavored massage oil...

Hmm... Now she was getting ahead of herself. Should she try to abide by that ultimate feminine rule tonight? No sex on the first date. Right? Well, that's what everyone said. Of course, this wasn't a date. There wasn't likely to be a first date since he had a lady. They always say to leave some mystery, leave him wanting more. What do they know anyway? People who write articles, books, plays, and movies didn't know everything.

It wasn't like none of them had ever had a one night stand. Besides, he just slipped his hand lower, nearly on her ass now. Should she move it back up? Be the good girl? Or play the devil's mistress?

She'd waited too long now, he'd moved on to caressing her, from her shoulder blade to her lower hip, very nearly her ass. Not too blatant, she supposed, but still, very tantalizing. She put her hand on his big shoulder and whispered to him, "I've got to go to the bathroom."

She saw from the look in his eye that he wondered if she was hinting for him to follow her in there. Well, she'd let that idea simmer and see what he did about it.

She finished quickly in the bathroom, anxious to get back to him. She fixed her hair a bit, pressed her lips together and wished she had some lipstick with her. No room for much on this dress. As it stood, she already had cash and ID plus a single car key tucked into her bra. Not the best way to carry things but she hated having a purse at the bar.

She hoped he had protection.

As she leaned in toward the mirror, drying her hands, the door behind her opened. Her heart leapt a bit as she noticed it was him. God, he looked fantastic. How did men look so damned yummy in nothing more complicated than a tight black t-shirt and khakis? He locked the door behind him and walked over to her.

She looked around, taking in the naughtiness of doing something like this in a public bathroom. At least it was clean. He walked over and grabbed her, a little demanding but not exactly rough. His mouth descended on hers with all the urgency they'd built in each other through the night.

She sighed into his mouth, relieved that the tension was finally breaking. She opened her eyes to see him watch himself kiss her in the big mirror. He had a hand on her ass and he lifted her onto the counter. She splayed her legs for him and reveled in having him pressed against her. Finally!

The bathroom was bright and garish, but she couldn't bring herself to care. There was something about him that simply caught her up, made her want to do things she'd never thought of before, and damn the consequences.

She writhed against him in the agony of so much passion. Her body felt like a fire had been built inside of it, but she knew stopping would be so much worse.

He had moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and licking and sucking her skin. He kissed all the way up to the spot just beneath her ear where she'd always been most sensitive. She felt herself jerk involuntarily against his hardness. Her body responded in an instant orgasm she hadn't at all been expecting. Normally a sensitive woman, this was beyond the bounds of even her normal reactivity.

She clutched his strong, muscular arms as she rode the waves of her orgasm, peaking over and over again just from his touch at that one spot. He continued his exploration of her neck, using small bites that excited and soothing them with kisses.

Her body didn't feel languid after the orgasm passed, as it usually would. He'd already built her back up into a frenzy of heat and urgency.

She brought his head up and kissed him, hard, biting his lower lip less gently than she intended. He moaned and she leaned away, wondering if she'd hurt him. "Is that okay?" she asked, wondering if she could help herself if he said it wasn't.

"Yes, I think it's sexy." He said, his voice octaves lower than usual and rumbling through her like a physical force.

She kissed him again, her body still writhing uncontrollably against him as it had been the entire time they'd been touching. He pressed into her and held her ass, making sure that the pressure was as deep as it could be with him still outside of her.

"God, I love the way you smell." He said, his face in her neck again.

"Mmmmmm" was all she could come up with as a reply, especially since he'd moved his hands under the skirt of her dress, caressing her ass through the thin black mesh of her panties.

She ran her hands all over him, loving the feel of him beneath her fingers. He was so hard everywhere, so different from her curvy softness. She knew it came from his work, knew also that his job was the reason his hands were so work worn and rough. Her father was a mechanic, her grandfather the hardest working woodsman she'd ever heard of... Nothing became a man more in her eyes than rough hands and hard arms.

She ran her hands under his shirt, reveling in the feel of soft skin over taut muscle. He had come back to kissing her on the mouth and moaned when she ran her hands over his sides and down to his firm ass. She pulled him into her, hard, rubbing against him and mewling deep in her throat. God, they'd done practically nothing and she'd already gotten off once. Meanwhile, he was straining against her so hard that she almost couldn't believe that was all him.

The line of a song drifted through her mind briefly as she reached for his zipper: "You're someone else's man and that ain't the kind of man I want to want..."

Too late now, huh?

The guilt fled at the site of him, the length and girth of him, resting in her hand. There was no more room for wondering what might happen, or how long it would take for people to make the connection between the locked bathroom door and the two missing people.

She fondled him from balls to head for a brief moment, loving the velvet over steel feeling, the bulging veins, the straining tip, the droplet of precum... All indicators of what she was doing to him. She shivered a little with anticipation, tracing her thumb through the tiny bit of cum.

He watched her hands on him in amazement, surprised it had gone this far.

He'd flirted with a lot of women the same way he had with her. No one had taken him seriously thus far...

She grasped him in her hand, as completely as she could and began to run her hand up and down the length of him, preparing him for her in honest. She still couldn't stop the involuntary motions of her hips and found herself lightly humping the counter she sat on, her hips moving in slow circles. He noticed and slid a hand around from her ass to her slit. He pushed her panties aside and his rough fingertips came into intimate contact with all that wet heat.

She was wetter than anything he'd experienced before.

His fingers were long but blunt and she thought of what they looked like as he slid one inside her. She moaned and accidentally grasped him too hard for a moment, nearly coming again.

She forced herself to control it, to try not to freak out every time the poor man touched her anywhere at all.

She continued to run her hands up and down his thick shaft, holding one at the base and running the other up, palming the slightly damp head, running it back down. She opened her long-fingered hand at the base of his penis and managed to envelope his balls, as well.

This time he moaned a bit and she felt his hand slip in its rhythmic motions as he tantalized her body.

She repeated her motions once more, looking him square in the eyes and licking her lips slowly.

He threw his head back and groaned. "Enough. Are we going to do this?" He asked, already pulling her hips toward his. Her panties now pushed aside, his pants and boxers at his knees, they came into intimate contact.

"Wait, do you have anything?" She asked, in truth not caring but trying hard to make herself be responsible.

"Shit. No." He responded, taking a deep breath and trying to force himself to back up.

"It's okay." She said, pulling him back to her, grabbing his ass and letting her wet hot slit pulse against the head of his shaft. "I'm clean, I know you are, too, right?"

"Yeah." He still looked a bit tortured.

She grinned wickedly and took hold of him. She rubbed the head of his penis up over her clit once, twice, spreading her own moisture for lubricant and also just loving the feeling of it.

She slowly, slowly engulfed him in her body, letting her head roll back and her shoulders tense. When he was seated as far as he would go into her sheath, she moved her hands to his lovely sculpted arms. She looked into his glazed eyes and paused. She let the involuntary motion of her ever gyrating hips move against him subtly but she tried to hold still.

"Go ahead." She said, running her hands over his arms and shoulders, willing him to take control.

He snapped out of his seeming daze and grasped her hips, his head lowering to her breast exposed above the brief dress she still wore. He sucked and kissed his way over any portion of her exposed chest as he thrust into her deep and hard. His strong hands kept her from moving back too far on the counter, bruising her hips in the best possible way. She reveled in the mixing feelings... building tension, slight pain, glorious pleasure. The friction of him naked inside her was nearly too much for her and she felt a small orgasm begin, arching through her again and again like tiny electric shocks.

He pulled nearly all the way out of her, his mouth finding that spot under her ear one more time, and the tiny shocks turned into a full on electrical storm.

Her body thrust back against his, her hips circling against him, her body trying to hold onto him even as he pulled back and thrust again. She could feel the waves of tension in her inner walls, gripping him tightly, practically milking him as he hit his orgasm. He slammed into her one last time, shoving into her so hard that she nearly screamed, catching the sound at the last moment. She pressed a hand over her mouth, biting one of her fingers to keep quiet. Her head slapped the paper towel machine and his grip on her hips was like a vise. She wrapped her legs around him tighter and flexed her inner muscles, trying to make it as good for him as possible. His throat was corded with the tension and she felt him flood her body with hot bursts of semen.

He eventually relaxed, letting her rest more comfortably on the counter, still inside of her.

She looked at him.

He looked away.

He looked in the mirror. The expression on his face was completely unreadable. She felt him pull out of her and immediately missed him. She ached for him in less than a second of absence.

She pulled her underwear into better order, adjusted her dress, went into a bathroom stall.

Before she closed the stall door she turned back to him.

He still stood there, facing himself in the mirror, blankly staring.

"It's okay. Go. I'll be out in a minute, but I'm just gonna go out the back door. Don't worry about it." He blinked at her words but didn't move. She went into the stall, cleaned herself up as best she could, tried to regain her composure. Tried not to look like someone who just got her brains fucked out in a public bathroom.

She heard the door shut. Safe from having to reassure him again, she came out. Saw herself in the mirror. Her hair definitely had what her grandmother called that "just fucked" look.

She grabbed her purse from where she'd abandoned it, glad she hadn't kept a tab that evening.

She pushed her shoulders back, brought her chin up, smiled, winked at herself in the mirror, and tried to pretend it wasn't something worth regretting.

She left through the back door just like she'd said. No use making a scene.

She hoped she'd never see that look on a man's face again.



One Night Stand



One night stands are always exciting. 

Makes me think about the one night stand I had with the woman I mentioned in the story I sent you. 

I was driving through town after getting off work at midnight, and I came upon the downtown area I mentioned. I circled the block a few times but really see anybody out. As I approached a red light, I noticed a car stopped at the light too. From the rear I could see that it was a female, but I couldn't see anything else about her. I pulled up beside her and looked over and saw this sexy looking, older, buxom black woman. I looked at her and smiled and she smiled back. Then she raised a glass she had in her hand to me and kind of made a toast to me. The light turned green so she pulled out and I followed. 

We both got stopped at the next light so I pulled up beside her again and smiled at her. She smiled back and then took a drink of her drink. The light turned green and she motioned for me to follow her. I sped up to get behind her and cut across a lane of traffic in the middle of the intersection to stay behind her. I was very grateful there weren't any cops in the intersection. They could have gotten me for drinking and driving, and probably stopped her for drinking and driving too. 

She pulled into an abandoned parking lot downtown and I pulled up next to her so that my driver's side door was next to her driver's side door. We both rolled down our windows and said hello. I could tell that she had been drinking, which I already knew from the toast she gave me before. She was an attractive woman and she was dressed like she had been out partying somewhere. She had on big hoop earrings, shiny red lipstick and a tight, low-cut shirt that revealed ample cleavage. She also wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were extremely noticeable.

I asked her what she was up to and she said she was looking to party. I asked her if she needed somebody to party with and that I volunteered. She told me to follow her. She headed out of downtown towards the south end of town and it turned out she was very near the high school I had attended. I am sure I didn't ever see her before, but at least I knew where I was and knew the neighborhood. She parked her car in an apartment complex and told me to park in the visitor parking and follows her. 

I followed her to the door of her first floor apartment and watched her try to get her keys out. Again, her drunkenness showed. She fumbled with her keys and then dropped them on the ground. While she bent over to pick them up, it gave me a really good look at her tits down the top of her shirt. They were extremely large, or at least larger than what I was used to seeing. After all, I was only 19 years old. The thought of going inside with her excited me to begin to make my dick swell, but seeing her tits like that, made me HARD. I was glad I had blue jeans on because they were better at hiding my erection. 

For some reason, as she was bent over, she moved around so that her ass was facing me as she fumbled with her keys on the ground. Her big ass looked really, really good in her denim skirt. Even though it wasn't a short skirt, it did offer me a nice view of her legs and her ass. She finally picked up her keys and then put them in the door; it opened and I followed her into her dark living room. The only light in the room was the bright green light from the clock on her microwave oven in the kitchen. It was enough to see her drop her purse on the couch and walk into the bathroom. 

She turned on the light in the bathroom and told me to make myself comfortable. I kicked off my shoes, turned on a lamp (not the overhead light) and sat on the couch. As I was sitting there, I heard the commode flush in the bathroom and then heard the water in the sink turned on as she washed her hands. I thought she was just using the restroom, but she had gone in there with other intentions. She walked out without her skirt and top, and only had on her white lace panties. The contrast of the white lace and her dark, black skin was extremely erotic. The panties enough were to put me over the edge, but the sight of her big, black tits with big, pencil sized nipples was more fuel for the fire. I didn't know what to say. 

I am sure she could sense my arousal. She walked over to me on the couch and swung my legs and feet down off the couch onto the floor. She straddled me and sat on my lap so that my face was in her tits. She reached to kiss me so I took her face in my hands and began to kiss her. She was the type that liked to open her mouth wide and seem like she was trying to eat me whole. Her tongue was wet and fat as it twirled around my mouth. She also liked to use her teeth I could tell as she nibbled on my tongue. She took a bite of my upper lip and kissed me some more. My hands slipped from the side of her head down her back. I massaged her back and slipped my hands farther down to grab the cheeks of her fat ass. She moved her mouth from my mouth to my cheek and to my ear. She nibbled on my ear a little and then her tongue darted in and out of my ear. I was becoming more and more aroused if that was even possible. 

She slipped down to my neck as I leaned back and rested my head on the couch. She raked her teeth across my neck for a few minutes and then told me to lean forward so she could take my shirt off. My shirt slipped over the top of my head and then was thrown across the room onto the floor. I leaned back against the couch again and she reached down to unbutton the top of my jeans. She didn't try to take them off, but just undid the top two buttons on my button-fly jeans. She leaned forward and put her right tit in my mouth. I think she had sprayed a fragrance on herself when she was in the bathroom because she had this wonderful sweet taste I could taste as I nibbled on her nipples. 

While I was licking and chewing on her one tit, I kneaded the other with my hand. I switched from one to the other and could tell she was enjoying it. She had her head tilted back and her eyes closed while small moans escaped her lips. 

I don't think she could take it any more so she pushed me back against the couch and then dismounted me. She began to kneel on the floor and kissed her way down my chest as she went. She took time to nibble on each one of my nipples and it made me realize why she liked it so much. Her tongue was like a snake inching its way down my body until she got to the top of my jeans. She popped open one more button which revealed my pubic hair in the opening. (This was before I began shaving). She knelt on the floor and popped open the remaining buttons on my jeans. I lifted up my hips so she could pull them off my body, but she left my "tightie whities" on me. They weren't doing much other than holding my cock in because you could see right through them due to the huge precum stain on them. 

I think that is why she left them on because she kissed and licked my wet spot and my bulge. She inched my briefs down a little and revealed the head of my cock. I thought she might take them off me, but she left them like that as she licked the top of my cock. She must have liked teasing me, but it was probably all part of her seduction. This was why I liked older women! They know how to seduce instead of just going for it. 

She didn't say a word as she stood up and then turned to walk down the hall way. I thought, "What the hell..." as I laid there with my briefs half way down, a huge hard on and all kinds of thoughts going through my head. So I got up and followed her down the hall. As I looked down the hall, I could see a red glow from the room at the end of the hall. I went there and saw that she had a red light turned on in her room and she laid on the bed with her panties on the floor now. If she was going to be naked, I was going to be naked so I slipped out of my underwear and walked to the bed. She turned across the bed and put her feet on the floor, parting her legs a little. I knew what she wanted, and I knew what I wanted to do to her. I knelt between her legs and stared into her pussy. The red light from the lamp reflected off her wet, wet lips. 

She was the first person I had ever seen with a shaved pussy and I loved it. I just looked at it for a few seconds and then began to rub it like I was examining it. She was so smooth. I used both of my hands. I held her lips apart with my right hand and slightly caressed her lips with my left hand. Her clit was sticking out and calling to me. She reached down with both of her hands to hold her lips apart so I snuggled up between her legs and licked her pussy like I was eating an ice cream cone. I reached up with both of my hands and squeezed her nipples between my fingers, squeezing harder and harder. I did this for what must have been 30 minutes, but I didn't care because she tasted wonderful. I would twirl my tongue around her clit and then lick it in an up and down motion. 

What really set her off was when I put her clit in my mouth and sucked on it like it was a little cock. I never really counted, but she must have cum a half dozen times in that 30 minutes. I don't know if it was because I was good at what I was doing, because she was drunk and horny, or if she was really horny because she was a 42 year old black woman with a 19 year old, white guy eating her pussy. 

I don't think she could take any more of it because she finally told me to stop and climb on the bed. She told me to lie on my back with my head on the pillows. My 8" cock was standing straight up and was covered in precum. She straddled my body and reached down to open her pussy lips with her hand. She then lowered herself onto my throbbing cock. She didn't move an inch once she was all the way down, but just sat there squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles. I thought I was going to blow and I think she sensed it. She climbed off me and then began sucking my cock. At that point in my life, I didn't know why she was stopping the fucking to suck me, but I learned later in life that some women like to taste their own juices. Regardless why she did it, it felt great. It felt great, but I still wanted to blow my load in her. She then lay on the bed beside me with her head on the pillow and told me to fuck her. 

Of course I obliged. I climbed between her legs and then put both of her legs on my shoulders. I lined it up just right, because I rammed my cock into her and it went very quickly. I was fucking her like a mad man and again was about to blow, and she told me to hang on for a second because she got a cramp in her leg. I pulled out and let her lower her legs. She told me to put my cock back into her. I know it sounds boring because it was the regular missionary position, but I wasn't bored, and neither was she. I slowly inserted my cock into her this time and began pumping it in and out. She told me to lean forward and kiss her. She was a great kisser. What that enabled me to do which is why I think she wanted to kiss me, is grind my pelvis against her clit while I was moving my cock in and out of her. That was all I needed. 

I think that is all she needed too. I felt the biggest orgasm cumming up from my feet it seemed. She began to scream too. And in one extremely exciting moment, we both came at the same time. My orgasm lasted for several minutes it seemed. Finally it ended and I slowly pulled my softening cock out of her. She asked me where I was going and told me to get between her legs again. I stared at her pussy and noticed what seemed to be gallons of cum leaking from her pussy. It was a strange smell because it was her pussy, and my cum combined. I lapped up the cum that was dripping from her lips and swallowed it. What a treat! I had to have more. I was surprised she was letting me do it because I knew she was really sensitive I could tell. It must have turned her on as much as me to lick my own cum out of her. I cleaned her out. She came again. What a night!!

I finally lay down next to her and caught my breath. I reached over and kissed her. She kissed me back and just moaned and thanked me. I looked at the clock and realized it was 3 a.m. I thought uh oh, I still had to go home. I was living at home and didn't think my parents would appreciate me walking in at 4 in the morning. I got up quickly and told her I had to leave. She just seemed to be laying there and relaxing. I dressed quickly and left; I made it in the house at 330. 

The next day I woke up and had a big smile on my face. I had a fantastic night. Suddenly it came to me though; I never even got the woman's name. I would have liked to see her again but didn't know how to. It was probably a good thing though, because I ran into her later on at the mall with her husband. I wonder where he was that weekend. 



One Night Stand



I'm sitting in the pub with a few of the girls from the evening class I go to. My husband Peter is there too; he's come to give me a lift home. The girls have never met him before. Then this other guy comes and sits next to me, starts chatting me up. He looks early 30s -- I'm 25 - and really fancies himself. Nice looking, and a good line in humorous banter; wedding ring on his finger, but...I know I should just tell him to piss off; but it's always quite flattering when this happens, and Peter doesn't seem to have noticed. I know it's wrong of me to flirt with this interloper, with my husband sitting right next to me, but I just can't help myself.

After about half an hour the guy -- he tells me to call him John -- leans right into me, his lips nuzzling into my auburn hair, and whispers that he wants me to come home with him. I giggle nervously and flutter my eyes away from him. "I can't," I whisper, "this is my husband here." Some of the girls are giving us odd looks, but Peter still seems oblivious.

"I don't care about him" John mutters, his lips practically brushing my ear. "I'll make it worth your while." I giggle again, really quite embarrassed. When he reaches into his trousers I wonder for a second what he's going to pull out; but my eyes widen in surprise as he deposits a wad of bank notes on the table in front of me. "A thousand pounds to come home with me, just for one night." 

I glance at the others out of the corner of my eye: Maggie is nudging Lucy and pointing, Julie is staring with her mouth hanging open -- but Peter still apparently hasn't noticed what's going on. A nervous tremor in my voice, I say, "I can't do that; not with my husband sitting right next to me. Look, why don't I give you my 'phone number?"

John reaches into his pocket again. "Not good enough. All right, two thousand. Just for one night of sex." I stare goggle-eyed at the money -- so much money. I'm vaguely aware that Peter has finally noticed, and has asked John what he's up to. John ignores him entirely. 

"I'll sleep with you for two thousand pounds." It's little Julie, her eyes swivelling between John, the money, me, Peter, who's sitting with a stunned expression of disbelief on his face, back to the money.

John snaps "I don't want you." His cool blue eyes never leave my dark brown ones; he reaches into his pocket a third time, scoops out more notes. "Five thousand. That's it. Take it or leave it." 

Peter finally comes to life, and asks the guy what the fuck he thinks he's doing. Cool as a cucumber, John says, "I'm offering your wife five thousand pounds to spend the night with me. It's nothing to do with you - unless you want to make something of it?" Drinkers around us have gone quiet, sensing the drama unfolding at our table. John stands, his hands bunching into fists. He's a big guy. Peter stares at him, going pale, swallows...and hangs his head, shaking it. No, he doesn't want to make anything of it. John holds his hand out to me. As if in a daze I take it, scoop up the money with my other hand.

Maggie stares at me as if I've just shit myself in public. "Alison, for Christ's sake, you can't be serious."

Peter raises his head, his eyes rimmed with red. "Ali, please, don't do this. You can't. I love you."

Tears prickle in my eyes as I say, "I'm sorry Peter, but...five thousand pounds. Look, I'll see you tomorrow darling, okay? I love you too." As I walk out of the door like a zombie, John's hand gripping my elbow, I glance back once. Peter is openly weeping, his head sinking to Maggie's chest as she wraps a comforting arm around him, staring at me with murder in her eyes.

We don't speak in John's car. He occasionally glances at me out of the corner of his eye. I sit staring sightlessly through the windscreen, my face reflecting pain for the man I've left sitting in anguish in the pub, and uncertain anticipation for the man now sitting beside me. It doesn't take long to reach John's apartment. It's stylishly decorated, clear signs of someone with real taste. There are also signs that he doesn't live here alone -- presumably his lady's away for the night. I drop my raincoat and shoulder bag in a chair and he guides me, a hand in the small of my back, to the bedroom. Once there he hugs me tightly to him, thrusting his tongue between my lips. My arms hang loose at my sides as he continues to rape my mouth with his tongue. "Nice; you taste of Bailey's." He takes a step back, reaches out and rips my blouse open, buttons flying off. I gasp in shock. He chuckles. "Five grand buys a lot of shirts."

My eyes reflect fear now, and John sees it. He places a hand against my cheek, stroking it with a thumb, and says in a soft voice, "Hey, I'm sorry, I'd never hurt you. I want you to enjoy this as much as I intend to." Gentle now, he slips my blouse off my shoulders, reaches around my back to unclip my bra. I feel my heavy pale breasts drop. "Nice tits; I knew they would be." He kneels before me, reaches up my skirt, slides his fingers under the waistband of my pants and pulls them and my tights down in one, slowly, enjoying the slight sigh they make as they slip down my legs. I step out of them and my shoes. Then he unzips my skirt and eases that down. He runs his hands gently up my long, slim legs, wraps his fingers around my buttocks, the tips digging into my flesh. I gasp again as he presses his lips to the shaved flesh of my pubic mound. Releasing me, he stands, a confident leer playing about his lips, and silently nods towards the king-size bed across the room. Obediently I walk towards it, feeling his eyes burning into my back. I lay on the bed, my legs slightly parted. After all, I've sold myself to him, like a camel in an Arab bazaar; for the next few hours I'm his property.

He strips unhurriedly and walks over to join me on the bed. His large, sinewy cock is stiff and stands out from his belly. As he lays beside me he notices my eyes on it and grins. He says simply "Suck it". As ordered I squat between his legs. He has large hairy balls and I cup a hand round them. Then I run the tip of my tongue up the underside of his circumcised cock. It twitches slightly and I hear him growl softly: he likes that. I repeat the movement. Then I take it into my mouth, rubbing my teeth up and down it, biting into it as firmly as I dare, gently squeezing his balls. He wraps his fingers in my hair, grabbing a hank, pulling quite roughly. He groans "Fuck, you're good at this. Your husband's a lucky man." Not feeling like replying I lick my tongue around his shaft, feeling every contour, tasting the light sheen of sweat that has built up. I feel it twitching more regularly as he gets closer to coming. When he does the head bucks against the roof of my mouth, a jet of hot semen striking the back of my throat. I swallow it, savouring the salty taste. His fingers in my hair relax, he twirls a lock between them. "That was great. You'll do that again before morning."

We lay side-by-side as he kisses me again, tenderly this time, a hand caressing my right breast. I respond to his kiss, my tongue playing lazily around his. I reach my hand down towards his cock again, but he stops me. "Your turn" he whispers. He licks down my jaw line, down my throat, and closes his mouth over my right breast, at first lapping the creamy white flesh of my boob, then dragging his teeth down my stiff nipple; it feels painful yet also incredibly erotic. A hand wraps itself around my bare pussy, squeezing so gently. As he slips his mouth down across my ribcage, and presses his tongue into my navel, one of his fingers finds its way inside me and begins to stir around. A low moan escapes from my lips and I slip my legs further apart. Now he's licking my naked mons, moving lower again...I chuckle with joy as his tongue flicks against my clit, then loves lower still, pushes right into the heart of my cunt. He's good at this too. He places his hands inside my thighs and pushes my legs wide, pressing his face into me. He reaches out his thumbs and snares my vulva, pulling them far apart, giving him maximum access, as his tongue laps the length of my slit, over and over, his nose tickling across my clit. As he begins to nibble at my clit, two fingers stroking around inside my cunt, I feel my hips rising off the bed, I shuffle down towards him, riding his face as he tickles a finger down the crease of my backside. I gasp as I come, then sigh and relax back into the bed.

I expect him to give me time to come back down, but he doesn't. He's rock hard again, and he slides back up my body, slips his monster cock into me. He fucks me teasingly, fast then slow, all the way in then just part of the way, see-sawing the tip of his prick just inside me. Jesus, this is driving me wild. I cry "Oh God Peter!"

He freezes, staring coldly into my eyes, and for a second I think he's going to strike me. "The name's John. Remember it."

I'm desperate for him to continue to fuck me. I half-whisper, fear in my voice, "Yes, I'm sorry John. Please forgive me." After a moment he starts sliding into me again, hesitantly at first, then picking up a rhythm. As a bloom of heat extends from my cunt and up through my belly, to my boobs and beyond, I feel my legs, of their own accord, doubling up, my knees rising to give him greater access. He grasps my calves in his hands, straightens my legs, stretching the muscles as he lifts them over my head. I reach up and grab the brass bedstead to give us better purchase as he begins to fuck me in earnest, slow and hard, pushing himself in to the hilt. Oh Christ, his prick is so long and thick it feels as if he's stretching me to the limit, he's going so, so deep into me, his balls slapping against my perineum with every stroke. His hands are scooping my bum, his fingers digging deep into me. He's bent his face down to my tits now, he's biting a nipple, it hurts but it's so electrifying. He is such a great fuck, and now he's speeding up, and he's penetrating me even more deeply if that's possible...I gasp again as a massive orgasm hits me, crashing over me in wave after wave, my body writhing beneath his as he continues to pound that wonderful great prick into me, finally gasping himself as he unleashes his jizz into my body. He collapses on to me and we just lay there for a while, he still inside me, his breath rasping softly in my ear, a hand absentmindedly stroking one of my boobs as I trail my fingernails across his back, and his bum. As he finally slips out of me, overcome with lust for this man I squirm down the bed, take his cock into my mouth again, lapping at it with my tongue, tasting our mingled juices. A last small trail of semen leaks into my mouth and I capture it, loving the taste of him, holding it in my throat before I swallow.

After that I drowse for a bit. I'm vaguely aware of him sucking one of my breasts, his tongue flicking the nipple, while a hand caresses the other boob, fingers tweaking the nip gently. Mmm, that is so nice, so loving...I cradle his head in my hands. I awake some time later to find him manoeuvring me onto my knees, his prick resting in the cleft of my bum. It feels burning hot, and I can instantly tell he's stiff again. His hands are reaching around me, squeezing my breasts, the forefingers and thumbs rolling my nipples. As he presses his lips to my neck I sigh and lean my head back against him. His knees are between mine on the bed, and he pushes outwards. Taking the hint I shuffle my legs wide apart, bracing myself for him. He ducks his hips down and then he's inside me again. He just rests there for a few seconds, his wiry pubic hair tickling against my bum. Then he starts humping me, slowly again at first. I reach out to the bedstead, pressing my backside into him as he begins to wind up the pace, and the power of his thrusts. He removes a hand from one of my boobs, flutters it across my belly, making me shudder, and presses a finger against my clit. It feels like a small electric shock, and I buck hard against him, my tongue lolling out of my mouth as my eyes flutter closed with the sheer sensual pleasure as this man, who picked me up just a few hours before, fucks me from behind. 

As he slams into me his prick seems to be touching different parts of my insides from this angle, turning me inside out with ecstatic pleasure. One hand squeezes my tit harder, now pinching my nip, while the other tweaks my clit, a finger sliding into the top of my slit, as that heavenly prick thrusts into it from below. I hold off my release for as long as possible, but finally, when I come this time, it's with not a sigh but a long gushing cry. Still he pounds at me, he has real staying power; I feel a second wave of orgasm abut to overtake me, my knuckles are turning white on the bedstead I'm gripping it so tightly, my head slumps, I no longer have the strength to hold it up as my shattering, strength sapping climax breaks inside me. Finally, as he explodes inside me my fingers slip from the bedstead and I sink exhausted to the mattress. He slides sideways to avoid his weight falling on top of me, leans over and licks a rivulet of sweat from between my shoulder blades.

A little later, after we've kissed for a time and I've fondled him back to hardness, I suck him off again, this time squeezing his big heavy balls hard as I chew on him, to increase the intensity of the experience. Then, swirling his spunk in my mouth like a fine claret, I sink into a deep sleep...and dream of my sweet, beautiful husband, who I love so dearly, and our last holiday together in Venice. 

I'm awoken by the feeling that there's a spider crawling across my belly. My lover is lying beside me, gazing at me as he lightly draws his fingertips together on me, just below my navel. Smiling sleepily at him, sunlight in my eyes, I murmur "Good morning my stallion. Fuck, you were magnificent last night."

He smirks at the compliment. "That was really good fun. We should do it again, soon. How much did you pay Stuart to be me?"

I chuckle. "A hundred. Very good, wasn't he?"

"Amazing, he nearly had me convinced! I'll bet that Maggie woman gave him a shag out of sheer pity."

"Mmm, she's the type." I reach my hand under the duvet, curl my fingers around his hot, thick cock. "Honestly: 'John' -- that's original. You realise I can never go back to that evening class? Or that pub? They're all convinced I'm the mercenary whore from hell."

He grins. "What's your point?" Bastard. As I begin to slide my fingers slowly, rhythmically up and down his rapidly stiffening prick, he mutters, "You're worth five grand of anyone's money sweetheart. You know we're going to be late for work, don't you?"

I giggle. "Tough." I swing a leg over him and sit on his furry stomach for a moment. Then, lifting my backside, I slide down, impale myself yet again on his wonderful rod. As he starts to move inside me he reaches a hand round my neck and pulls my face down to his. I share a long, lingering kiss with my darling husband Peter, the only man I have ever made love to, and the only man I ever will.



One Night Stand



(This is a true story. Emails are always welcome.)

I was lying on my couch all by myself in my one bedroom apartment that I used to have. I just turned twenty, and I was just getting home from a job that I have been working at for the last few weeks. I was watching the celebrity channel and was kind of lonely sitting there all by myself.

I was hungry, and had no food in my refrigerator. I decided to go to this family sports bar that I hung out at a lot. I walked in my bathroom and worked on my hair and makeup for about a half hour, in case there were any cute guys there.

I got in my old Honda Accord that I used to drive and headed towards the restaurant. I walked in and sat at the bar and started talking to my good friend Jennifer that worked there. Jennifer and I were friends in high school and we have kept in touch ever since. People were pouring in the door, and Jennifer became busy.

I felt lonely sitting there by myself, and I started playing with my nails. I looked down to the other side of the bar and there was a guy sitting by himself watching the football game with a beer in his hand.

I thought he was kind of cute and he made eye contact with me, and I smiled at him. I sipped on my beer and read the menu and out of the corner of my eye I saw him get up and walk towards me. My heart raced and I pretended I didn't notice him coming over.

"Hello." he said

"Hi, how are you." I responded.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" He asked

"No please." I said pulling out a chair.

He bought me another beer and we talked for quite a while. I pretended I was interested in the football game he was watching. He wore an old hat, and white t-shirt and jeans that showed off his muscular body. He was twenty one years old, and his name was Chris, he was a sweet guy and I enjoyed his company as we ate dinner together. He paid my bill and shook my hand, and left the restaurant.

I sat there for a moment and then I quickly walked out to the parking lot, and walked up to his car that he was just getting into.

"Hey, there is another football game on tonight. I think the Broncos are playing the Raiders, if you want to come over to my place and watch it with me." I said

Chris kind of looked embarrassed and confused. I was really nervous, and I tried not to fidget with my hands and legs. "Ok, that sounds good. Do you want to pick up some more beer before we get there?" he asked.

"Yes, as long as you buy it because I am not twenty one yet." I said. We walked to the gas station and he bought a twelve pack of beer, and he had a bottle of tequila in his trunk.

Later that night Chris and I were sitting on my couch. I had taken some tequila shots and I was feeling pretty good. (Ok I was smashed.) He made a move finally and I felt his arm come around me. I rested my face against his chest as we watched the game.

"So do you really like watching football?" he asked. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. "Actually no." I said "But I like you."

He smiled at me as he gazed in my eyes. He leaned forward and kissed me softly on my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my temperature rose as I kissed him. His mouth parted slightly open and I moved my tongue to meet his. I lied there in his lap just kissing him for a while.

"So do you want to forget about all this football and take me to bed?" I said. Chris picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. My head was spinning from the tequila as I lied on my bed. Chris did all the work as I lied there. He worked off my jeans and worked his hands up my shirt and bra. He had his hand on my left tit, and he was kissing me. I lied there, and I could not remember how he got us in the right position so quick, but before I even knew what was happening I felt his hard cock penetrate me. I moaned as he fucked me with his hard dick. His cock felt good and I tried to get into the sex but I felt so drowsy from the tequila. I told him I was on the pill as I closed my eyes. I felt him cum in me, and that was the last thing I remembered, before I was asleep.

I woke up and I rolled over and saw Chris sleeping by me. I felt really dehydrated from the tequila. I got up and walked to the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. I walked back in and Chris was lying on his back. I climbed on the bed next to him quietly. I lifted the covers off him slowly and saw his cute dick laying there. It seemed to be asleep with him. I lowered my head and carefully took his limp cock in my mouth. I heard him take a breath, and his cock started growing in my mouth. He gently rubbed my face as I sucked his dick. He grabbed me by my waist and he pulled me towards his head, until I was on top of him with my cunt in his face in the sixty nine position.

We lied in that position for over thirty minutes. He seemed to have a lot more strength in his tongue then I have ever felt before. I wasn't in any hurry to stop sucking his big cock, as he ran his powerful tongue up and down my pussy slit. I gasped in surprise as I felt his tongue run across my asshole. It felt wonderful, I never felt a warm tongue on my ass. I never even thought or heard about it really. His tongue kept circling around my asshole as I sucked his prick. His strong tongue worked up my asshole. It felt weird, and good at the same time, as his tongue moved around the walls of my asshole. I squeezed the muscles in my sphincter and felt his tongue slide out my asshole. He pushed it right back in again, and I spent the next several moments shitting his tongue out of my asshole over and over.

The pleasure was intensifying as he fingered my cunt, and he continued fucking my ass with his tongue. I moaned loud and my muscles locked, and I felt the juices from my twat gush on his face. I turned around quickly and I could taste my pussy on his tongue as I kissed him passionately.

"That was wonderful Chris, your tongue is amazing." I said "I enjoyed it too." he whispered. I got on my knees in front of the bed where he sat. I wrapped my tits around his cock. I stared at the hole on top of his dick, as I jacked him off with my tits. I pointed my tongue at his dick, and my tongue penetrated his pee hole with my soft tits wrapped around his hard prick.

I leaned my head down and replaced my tits with my mouth, pushing down till his cock hit the back of my throat. I wetted my finger with my cunt and I worked it up his asshole while I sucked him off. I pulled my head up and I lifted his legs and worked my head deep between his legs. I circled his asshole several times with my tongue and I stuck my finger in as I licked it. His asshole loosened enough for my tongue to penetrate. I stroked his cock and rubbed his balls at a fast pace as I tongue fucked his ass. I felt the cum stir in his balls and I held my breath and stuck my tongue as far as it would go up his ass. His asshole squeezed on my tongue and pulsated, as I pumped his sperm out of his cock with my hand. His cum dripped off my hand and landed on the hair on top of my head. I kept my tongue up his asshole until It stopped roping. I pulled my head up and took a big breath, as Chris and I smiled at each other. I crawled up next to him and he kissed me and held me until I fell back asleep.

It was six in the morning when I felt Chris shaking my shoulder. "Hey I got to go to work." He said. I opened my blurry eyes and smiled as I looked up at him. He was dressed and his hair was wet. He had just got out of the shower, and could smell the sexy aroma of soap as it steamed off his hot skin.

"So it was nice to meet you." he said I sat up and looked at him confused. "Ok." I said sarcastically "Do you want to come by tonight."

"I can't I have a girlfriend." he whispered I looked at him in disbelief. I really liked Chris, I was kind of hoping we could start seeing each other. My heart felt sad, but I hid my pain from him.

"I see how it is, you just fuck me and leave." I said smiling. "I'm sorry, I kind of thought that's what you wanted, by the way you acted last night." he said

"Yes, that's fine." I said. "Thank you for the good sex and I guess if it doesn't ever work out with your girlfriend, give me a call."

I walked him to the door, and I tried to hide my emotions as I walked behind him. He opened the door and turned around and looked at me. I tried as hard as I could, but couldn't hide the frown on my face.

"Are you ok?" he said. I took a deep breath and gathered my strength. "Yes, I'm fine." I said "It was nice meeting you Chris."

He looked at me with a deep expression of concern in his face. He leaned over and hugged me. I lost control and tears started flowing out my eyes. I felt embarrassed as I sobbed with my head rested on his shoulder.

"I'll see you later Britney." he said I rubbed my eyes and waved at him as I closed the door. I peeked out the window and watched his car drive off. My chest tightened, and the muscles in my face locked up. My body grew weak, and I began feeling depressed about my life. I felt a huge wave of loneliness surround me, and I felt like a complete slut. My back was against the wall and I slid down until my butt hit the floor. I cried my eyes out, until it was time to go to work and start a new day.



One Night Stand



Jill Barker traced the stem of her martini glass with one red lacquered fingernail as she slowly took in the patrons of the hotel bar. Several men were present but all were with females and unavailable. She bit her bottom lip. She could use a man—a virile stud to sate her lust and take her mind off the real estate sale she botched earlier in the day.

She sighed and picked up her drink. The client had wanted to play—but at nine thirty in the morning—she had been uninterested. He had chased her through three rooms of the vacant house, spouted quotes from Emily Dickinson love poems, and told her how big his cock was, trying to persuade her to change her mind. She smiled and shook her head, sending her auburn tresses dancing across her bare shoulders. He hadn't been altogether unattractive—in fact, he had a rather appealing face, but she hadn't flown a thousand miles to have sex—not at nine thirty in the morning anyway. I'm ready now though—if Mr. Stud would stroll through the doorway.

She watched the bartender come toward her and pushed her empty glass to the edge of the bar. Might as well get drunk—since there's no man to fuck. She watched the squat bartender refill her glass then smiled when he set it before her. Maybe I could call an escort service—rent a man for the evening. She chuckled at her errant thought as she took a sip of the fresh drink. As she returned the glass to the colorful napkin on the bar, she glanced again toward the entrance of the lounge. As if she had managed to conjure him up, she spied a tall man with an impressive set of broad shoulders stepping into the room. He paused, surveyed the area as though he were looking for someone, then came toward the bar.

Oh baby! A rush of hot lust raced through Jill's insides as his gaze took note of her. She tightened her fingers around the stem of her glass as she watched him slide onto a stool toward the end of the bar. He was tall and gorgeous, with handsome chiseled features and dark hair. Her toes curled as she took in the wayward lock that fell across his forehead. Something about the way the dark tress grazed his brow immediately gave him a bad boy persona. I'm a sucker for bad boys.

She swiveled toward him on her stool, crossed her legs and hiked her skirt above one knee. Her nipples peaked, calling attention to the front of her sheer top. What do I have to do to get him to look in my direction? The thought barely materialized in her mind when he turned his head and acknowledged her with a slight smile. She creamed her panties. His gaze was so intense. His eyes were the color of midnight—so appropriate with his ebon hair. She drew in a quick breath. I could get lost in those eyes.

Her heart fluttered as she watched him move closer. He picked up his drink and walked toward her, his tall form fluid and graceful, as he closed the gap between them. She watched his hips move and couldn't help but imagine the naked male flesh lying beneath that expensive Armani suit. His white shirt was open at the neck and she imagined his tapered fingers loosening an expensive silk tie and sliding it from its place after a long day at the office.

"Could I buy you a drink?"

Oh honey! Please do—and then fuck me silly! "Thank you," she answered aloud. Her voice sounded shaky, as though he had suddenly stirred dormant emotions and she was keenly aware of a hot surge of need rising inside her body. She drew in a long breath, swelling her chest in his direction. His eyes latched onto the curve of her breasts rising over the lace insert of her blouse. One corner of his mouth pulled upward, a sexy motion that belied the heated look he aimed her way.

He slid onto the stool next to her and turned in her direction, one elbow propped on the bar. She quickly took in the sight of his hands. There was no ring. I won't fuck another woman's man. A feeling of relief coursed through her insides. The lack of a ring on his finger intensified the sex appeal that oozed from every gorgeous pour of his body. She met his gaze and felt as though she would drown in the inky depths of his eyes.

"I'm Rance McComb."

I don't need to know your name—I just need you between my legs. "Hi Rance. I'm Jill." 

"Are you waiting for someone?" He cocked an eyebrow at her.

Just you! She shook her head, calling his attention to her long hair as it bounced across one shoulder and came to rest atop her left breast.

He smiled, a slow, seductive grin that made her knees weak. In the next instant he totally surprised her by reaching out one hand and lifting the lock of hair off her blouse. His knuckles brushed the fabric, sent a warming sensation spilling through her body before he held the tresses across his palm and allowed them to slowly thread through his fingers. 

The gesture was extremely seductive and very intimate. She smiled and bit her bottom lip, gazing up at him through her lashes. He leaned closer and she drew the woodsy fragrance of his cologne into her lungs. She felt his body heat, sensed his desire for her. He slid one hand onto her thigh. His thumb began a sensuous kneading of her flesh.

"Your room or mine?" his voice was low-toned, sexy, his breath puffed hotly on the side of her face. 

She stifled an unadulterated shiver of raw lust as she raised her eyes and met his gaze. "Mine." She covered his hand with hers and slid slowly from the stool silently telling him that he needed no further invitation. He wound one arm around her waist and fell into step beside her, turning her toward the doorway of the bar.

His heat seared the side of her body, quickly seeped through her skirt and thin blouse. His arm held her close at his side. She could feel the flexing of his hip as he walked beside her. For a brief second she found herself imagining the heated melding of their bodies as they came together in the throes of passion.

He escorted her across the lobby to the bank of elevators near the front desk, his arm around her waist and his hand splayed intimately across her hipbone. She felt very much his possession as she poked the button on the elevator and waited for the doors to slide open. He guided her inside the box, to the rear corner as the doors closed. Suddenly he pressed her against the wall and drew her hands above her head.

"I wanted you the second I saw you." His mouth closed over her lips possessively, hungrily, as though he could devour her.

Jill released a low moan and arched her back, pushing her breasts against his chest. The scent of him filled her nose, did crazy things to her already aroused senses. His mouth melded perfectly with hers, as though they were lovers renewing their acquaintance after a long absence. His hand tightened on her hands above her head while he pressed his growing erection into her belly and slid his other hand beneath her skirt.

She lost all semblance of awareness when his fingers fondled her crotch. Had the elevator not chimed their arrival on the tenth floor of the hotel, she would have encouraged him to take her at that very moment, to throw her on the floor and ram his hard cock inside her body. The noise of the doors sliding open pierced her brain. She forced her eyes open, tore her lips from his possession, and gulped in a much-needed breath of air.

He paused, dragging his mouth from hers. Slowly, he brought her hands down and stepped back, separating his body from hers. He retained hold of her hands, tugging her behind him as he exited the elevator. "Which room?" His voice was throaty, husky, as though he had to force the words out.

"This way." Her heart was hammering crazily against her ribs. Her chest heaved. She had wanted a man for the night—a stud that knew his way around the bedroom—"Room 1020. At the end of the hall." She leaned her head toward the suite and met his gaze as he glanced at her. Heat surged anew when she read the lust in his dark gaze. The evening holds a lot of promise.

He pulled her against his side and nuzzled her throat, nipping her left earlobe with his teeth as he strode toward the room. He caressed her hips and fondled one nipple while she searched for the room key in her purse. Finally she managed to find the key card and began a frantic attempt to make the lock release. She felt on fire when the lock finally clicked and he pushed the door into the room. Her nerves felt jangled as she stepped into the dark area and sought the light switch on the adjacent wall.

"Don't bother," he whispered, tugging her into his arms. He claimed her mouth again. His lips were hot and demanding as he tugged at her blouse, releasing the buttons quickly and pushing the garment off her shoulders. His hands covered her breasts, skimmed across the lacy cups of her bra then circled her back to release the hooks. He groaned softly as her bra became loose in his hand and he tossed it aside. His palms replaced the discarded bra, pressed hotly against her mounds, his fingers closing greedily around the fleshy globes. "Nice tits." He dipped his head and lathed her left nipple with his tongue.

Jill sucked in a quick breath. She liked men to touch her breasts, to stoke her flesh and make her nipples taut. "I like the feel of...your mouth." Her breath caught in her throat as he sucked the bud between his lips. His hands roved lower on her body, searching out the zipper of her skirt and sliding it down. The fabric rustled as the skirt slid along her legs and puddled softly around her feet. He ran his palms over her hips, stopping when he found the elastic of her panty. Hooking both thumbs under the band, he rolled the underwear off her hips and down the length of her thighs.

She shivered with the sensation of being ogled as he drew back slightly and looked at her body. She could feel the heat of his gaze travel over her breasts, then onto her belly. When he paused his gaze at her crotch, she bit her bottom lip, keeping the encouraging words on the tip of her tongue, at bay. Instinct urged her to spread her legs, to let him ogle her pussy with his dark gaze. He took her hand, pulled her toward the bedroom in the suite.

His clothes rustled as he removed them and tossed them on the floor. He stepped out of his shoes as his slacks fell around his ankles. By the time Jill was stretching out on the bed, he was naked and joining her, his cock hard and long. She sighed as he settled atop her body, his cock sliding between her legs with a familiar ease. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as his mouth descended to hers. She closed her eyes, her lashes fluttering against her cheek. 

Arousal spun through her insides. She groped his back, digging her nails into his flesh, then slid her palms across his buttocks. Firm muscles lay beneath the smooth skin. She arched her back, urging him to take her. He moaned and pulled his mouth away, glancing down at her as he pushed her legs apart with one knee. He brushed one hand the length of her body, coming to rest at her crotch. He fondled her pussy, trailing his fingers through the thick auburn hair then finding her clitoris, he stroked it with the ball of his thumb.

Jill gasped and arched her hips upward against his massaging fingers. She closed her eyes and savored the rush of sensations his attention was bringing to her body. 

"You're a beautiful woman, Jill."

She opened her eyes and stared at him. She hadn't expected compliments—not at that moment anyway. There was a small pool of light seeping in through the hotel window. It illuminated the bed in a soft amber glow. It was alluring—as though the bed were in a yellow spotlight. She smiled slowly, noting that the faint glimmer allowed her to discern his features. She recognized the arousal on his handsome face as his fingers pressed against her sensitive clitoris, intensifying his stroking as he held her gaze. Almost instantly she felt the onset of orgasm gathering in her belly. She bit her bottom lip. Something in his gaze prevented her from looking away. She pulled in a shuddering breath as his fingers brought her to full blown orgasm. She straightened her legs and arched her hips against his hand, reaching the apex of climax.

He smiled slowly as she wiggled beneath his stroking fingers, milking the climax, enjoying, savoring. Heat surged to the fore, blanketing her body in a moist sheen of perspiration. Her breasts heaved, her nipples thrust upward in a tantalizing jut.

"Fuck me," she whispered, reaching for the hand at her crotch. "You know how to satisfy me with your fingers—but I want your cock inside me." 

He pulled his hand from her crotch and left the bed. Momentarily Jill heard the rustle of a condom package as he opened the cellophane. She watched his shadowy form in the dimly lit room. Her nerves jangled at the thought of the hard cock he sheathed and the pleasure she was sure to reap from his body. As he turned toward the bed, she held her arms out to him, urging him to hurry. She was burning inside, needing his cock thrusting into her body.

The bed dipped as he set one knee on its edge. He reached for her, tugged her to a sitting position, then grasped her hips. He turned her on the bed, pulling her buttocks against his abdomen. Jill settled on her knees and hands, her hair falling over her face and her breasts hanging suspended like large fleshy globes. His hands were suddenly on them, tweaking her nipples and lifting each in his palms. He released a long breath that fell across her back and hips. His hands were hot as he held her breasts then released them to slide along her sides. He trailed his hands across her thighs and upward to grasp her bare ass. He parted her ass cheeks and fitted his long cock between her fleshy buttocks.

Jill thought for a second that he was going to take her anally—a sexual position she wasn't too familiar with—but then he seemed to be only exploring the possibility—poking his forefinger inside her asshole a little ways and withdrawing. He kissed her spine, trailed the tip of his tongue down to the crack of her butt, then quickly lunged his long cock inside her cunt. She felt filled up, drew in a quick breath, braced her body on her hands and knees as he began to move inside her.

His cock felt good, long and thick. It lunged in, paused, pulled back slightly, lunged in again. He soon established a comfortable rhythm that brought Jill to the brink of orgasm much too quickly. She tightened her fists on the bedcovers as the orgasm bore down on her, threatening to come full bloom at any moment.

His hands tightened on her buttocks, his thrusts grew deeper, quicker. "I'm coming...oh baby! You're a good fuck!" He released a loud bellow and drove into her with a force that almost knocked her on her face.

Climax shot through her body, zinging along her nerve endings and spiraling throughout her limbs. She closed her eyes and panted through her mouth, trying to catch her breath. His fingers dug into her buttocks, bringing her pain and mingling deliciously with the sensations of orgasm gripping her insides. 

"Oh my God! That feels wonderful!"

His hands left her buttocks and slid along her belly, reaching her breasts. He plucked at her taut nipples, then closed his hands around the globes. Momentarily, he stilled, milking his cock gently inside her body. He kissed her back, licked her skin with his tongue as though tasting her silken flesh. Jill collapsed on her stomach, Rance atop her body. Her breath was coming in short gasps. I've needing fucked like that for a week. She smiled and rolled over as Rance pulled his cock out of her cunt. He lay facing her, his head on the pillow with hers, one arm possessively across her waist. She listened to his heavy breathing as it melded with her own. A smile toyed with her lips. She opened her eyes and stared at him. I wish all my one-night stands were this good.

His hand slid between her thighs. She moaned and rolled to her back as he levered his body upward, bracing on one elbow. He dipped his head and suckled her nipple. His fingers grazed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, sending a throbbing want through her insides. The breath caught in her throat as he nipped playfully at her nipple with his teeth. She raised one hand and tangled her fingers in the thick dark hair at his nape, pressing his mouth tighter against her breast. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of his lips on her nipple. Erotic sensations flooded her system conjuring up vivid images of fucking on the beach, beneath a low swaying palm tree while the ocean rolled across the sand and warm tropical breezes bathed her skin.

"Lets take a shower." 

She barely had time to surface from the erotic daydream before he was pulling her off the bed and pushing her toward the bathroom. She scrubbed the back of one hand across her eyes as he lit the room and turned on the shower.

"Oh damn! It's cold!" She screeched her objection as he pushed her beneath the spray. He laughed and adjusted the water, positioning her against the far wall of the tile lined shower. She gazed at his back. It was tanned. His waist nipped in. His buttocks were muscular and his legs were long and hair-roughened. She brought her gaze back up to his head. His hair was already wet from the shower. The thick black tresses were pressed against his scalp and his nape. When he turned toward her, arousal flickered through her insides at the sight of his chiseled features streaming with beads of water. His dark eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled slowly at her. She bit her bottom lip. Damn! You are so fucking sexy!

He reached for her and she went easily into his arms. Her wet body slid against his, joining perfectly. She curled her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts into the solid wall of his chest. His hands stroked her back, slid hotly along her curves while he pressed her into the contours of his body. He nuzzled her neck with his lips as the hot water beat down on their heads and streamed along their naked torsos.

She broke the hug for a kiss, tipping her head as though she were familiar with his lovemaking. Lovemaking? Don't kid yourself. You're just fucking a stranger. She pushed the thoughts away. His mouth felt good, hot against hers, needing, taking. She lowered one hand to his crotch, finding his cock hammer hard. He moaned into her mouth when she curled her fingers around his hard erection. He pressed forward into her hand, urging her to play. She began to move her fist as his kiss deepened. His tongue bid entry into her mouth and she complied with a low moan. His tongue slicked along her gum and tangled with her own tongue in a sensuous dance. 

Overcome with the urge to feel his hard flesh slide across her tongue, she pushed out of his embrace and dropped to her knees before him. The hot water beat across her head and splashed in her face. She closed her eyes and guided his cock to her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head still as he began to slowly move his hips. She didn't often suck cock—the man had to be worth her efforts—and Rance seemed to be. He had been gentle and sweet in their coming together and the very sight of him—his beautiful body—made her want to taste him.

"Honey, I can't take much of your mouth!" He sucked in a quick breath as he tightened his fingers in her wet hair. "You suck me real good."

She grinned around the mouthful of cock, splayed her fingers around his hairy balls, stroked his inner thighs. When she raised her hand to his belly, he moaned and pulled her to her feet. He spun her around, the shower spray at her back. "I want you." He released a long breath. "I hate condoms." He reached a small shelf at the far end of the shower and picked up a condom. Jill watched as he bit the corner of the package with his teeth and took out the rubber. Quickly, he rolled it on his hard cock. He raised his head and winked one incredibly dark eye at her, then entered her cave, quickly, deeply, pressing her against the tiled wall. She raised her legs and wound them around his hips, clasping her arms around his shoulders.




One Night Stand



He cupped her buttocks in his hands, lunged his cock to the hilt, pulled back, lunged deeply again. The combination of searing flesh and the hot spray from the shower gave a surreal effect to the fucking. Jill closed her eyes as his cock shoved inside her, pulled in a quick breath as the penetration went deep, then jerked her eyes open to watch the enjoyment on his face. Determination set his jaw, as though he would make certain she was satisfied. An arched brow rose. I haven't seen that look on a man's face in a long time—not since Tom. She dashed the thought, returning her mind to the sensations Rance was quickly bringing to the fore. She tightened her belly, the muscles in her buttocks, as the climax grew and materialized. "Oh my God!" The sensations shot through her insides, making her tighten her grasp around Rance's shoulders. 

He shoved her tighter against the shower wall, drove into her body with hard, rapid thrusts. She felt pinned, skewered with his long cock, unable to resist giving herself completely over to his mastery. She clung to his body, her nails digging into the ropy muscles of his shoulders and her legs squeezing around his thrusting buttocks.

"God, Jill!"

His whispered words stung her mind, made her realize she was very much a woman—a woman being enjoyed by a very virile man. She drew in a quick breath as he reached his orgasm and pressed his chest against her breasts as he leaned in to kiss her mouth. Water from the shower sprayed across their faces, pelting with a stinging spray that made the moment come alive and forever remain engrained in her mind. I'll never forget this man.

Shocked somewhat by her sudden thought, she forced her eyes open as he pulled his mouth from hers. He held her buttocks and slid one hand behind her back, steadying her body as he released her from the shower wall. He reached the shower and shut off the water. He ran one hand through his hair, pushing it off his forehead and across his scalp as he drew aside the shower curtain and grabbed a towel. He came at her, smiling, the towel stretched out. He engulfed her in the fluffy wrap, rubbed her arms and back briskly, as though he couldn't quite believe he had taken her in the shower, then brought forth another towel and covered her wet hair, before securing a towel for himself.

Jill noted his consideration with a smile. She grasped the towel around her body and tucked the end between her breasts before turning her attention to securing the towel across her hair. She stepped from the shower and scrubbed her feet across the fluffy bath mat before returning to the bedroom. She shivered as the cool air of the room touched her wet skin. The notion of turning up the heat came to mind and she searched the room for the thermostat just as a pair of muscular arms circled her waist and drew her body against a sturdy chest. She grasped the towel on her hair and giggled, feeling playful as she suddenly realized Rance had dried off and was naked pressing so hotly at her back. She could feel the growing erection at his crotch as he nuzzled her collarbone with his lips.

He turned her in his grasp and pulled away the towel covering her nakedness.

"I want to taste you."

His whispered declaration sent her pulse jumping in her wrist. She kissed him as he urged her across the room to the bed. In seconds she was lying flat of her back, her legs splayed and Rance on his knees between them. His mouth came down quickly on her sensitive tissues, licking, tasting, slicking amid her parted pussy lips. Her senses reeled as the heat from his mouth seared her clitoris. He pulled the bud between his lips and poked it with the tip of his tongue. Jill gasped and clutched the sheet with fisted hands. 

His fingers traced across her pussy lips, found her cunt and poked inside, thrust about, pulled out, traveled lower, searching, sending immensely erotic sensations wafting through her body. When his finger found her asshole and massaged the round opening, her eyes jerked open. The sensations he was causing her to feel were mingling with her thought of allowing him to take her from the rear, to slide his long cock inside her asshole and thrust to orgasm. His finger pushed inside her suddenly, making her keenly aware of the sensations he was bringing about from his mouth on her clitoris—and the entry of his finger into her asshole. Should I make him stop? Instinct told her that his exploration was headed in that direction—he wanted her anally. Should I have anal sex with him?

"Baby...oh baby."

His hand worked at a frenzy pace at her asshole. All uncertainty about what he wanted was dashed from her mind. Suddenly she felt the onset of orgasm at her crotch—the heated sucking of her clitoris as he worked his finger inside her asshole. She arched upward, striving for the apex of climax from his mouth. Without warning, a new sensation began for her—inside her anal canal—brought about by his thrusting finger. "You're making me...oh my God! I've never felt anything...like this before." 

Delicious sensation streamed through her limbs, knotting her belly and bringing forth untold pleasures. She closed her eyes and arched her throat, panting through her mouth as a multitude of sensations spilled through her insides. It made her arms weak, turned her knees to butter. Heat electrified her body. The sensations at her crotch melded with the sensations at her asshole and filtered throughout her every pore. She couldn't tell where one sensation ended and the other began—they mingled so perfectly—like a fine wine, or a symphony. One grew out of the other. "That's...wonderful."

He grasped her suddenly, rolled her over, pulled her to her hands and knees. He shoved his hard cock against her rear orifice, pressed the hot round head against her opening, and shoved inside. Jill's breath caught in her throat. His entry was quick and though the sensations she was experiencing controlled her body as nothing ever before, he was so big that his immediate penetration hurt. She grimaced and tried to prepare herself mentally for his big cock.

"Relax. Relax and it won't hurt too badly." He stroked her back and kissed her spine, clutching her buttocks with his big hands. He pulled back slightly, then pushed in again, slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. "Relax, baby. It'll stop hurting in a second—as soon as you get used to my size."

She bit her bottom lip. The sensations of climax he had given her earlier, had waned. She felt the full force of his big cock sticking inside her asshole. She tried to concentrate on the feel of his hands caressing her body, sliding onto her breasts, tweaking her sensitive nipples, fondling her crotch. Sweat popped out on her skin. The towel covering her wet hair fell onto the bed. Her long wet tresses hung about her face.

"Easy. Easy."

She tried to listen to his voice, let him be the guide. Suddenly she noticed a new sensation growing inside her body. The pain was subsiding—just as he had said it would. His cock was sliding easily in and out of her asshole. It wasn't hurting anymore. She smiled at the discovery.

"Better?"

"Yes. Much."

He began to move then, thrusting into her asshole as though he were familiar with her body and knew how deeply he could penetrate her without causing pain. He clutched her buttocks, held her against his crotch, reaching a rhythm that soon had her rocking back to meet his thrusts. Remembering the orgasm he had previously given her when he poked his finger inside her asshole and sucked her clitoris, she strived for the feeling again, arching her back so that he could fuck her without reservation. Heat surged through her body. She panted as the fucking lengthened. Then it began, the incredible sensation at her rear orifice. She moaned and raised her head, tossing her hair off her face. "It feels...really...good!"

He pumped faster, holding her buttocks in his tight grasp. "I'm coming, baby! Son-of-a-bitch! I'm coming!"

He slammed into her asshole, upsetting her stance and knocking her to her stomach on the bed. He quickly slid one hand beneath her belly and jerked her up, pressing her ass against his abdomen. He hammered her anal canal, lunging in deeply time after time. The bed shook. The slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh rent the quiet of the room. Jill panted loudly.

The orgasm began for her then, surging through her body like lightning on a hot summer's day, zinging along her nerve endings and spilling into her brain. She moved with Rance, thrusting her butt against his abdomen, wanting to feel his cock deep inside her asshole as the sensations reached the ultimate. She felt spent long before Rance allowed her to stretch out on her belly. He shot his wad and milked his cock inside her before releasing her onto the bed. He collapsed atop her, his breath hot against her nape and his body heavy against her back.

The sensations seemed to last a long time, waning as she dozed. When Rance rolled off her back and she finally got the opportunity to stretch out and sink into the mattress, she allowed sleep to come over her body. She felt sated as never before, relaxed as though she had been to a spa and had the royal treatment. Her mind wanted nothing more than sleep.

The bright yellow glow of morning sliced across the bed. Jill stirred, rolled to her back. She squinted against the brightness engulfing the room. Gradually, she opened her eyes, her hand held above her head to slowly let in the light. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, recalling the night. She sat up, gazed at the bed beside her, the empty room. If that was a dream—it was the most incredible thing ever!

She levered her feet over the side of the bed and stood up. She was naked. She glanced down at her bare flesh. She pulled in a deep breath. She raised one hand and shoved her hair off her face, combing the mass with her fingers. It was tangled, damp. Her brow wrinkled. She glanced back at the empty bed. The covers were rumpled. The sheet was off one end of the mattress. She looked at her clothes strewn across the floor. Damn! I must have had a good time!

She felt the urge to pee and turned toward the bathroom. She washed her face, glanced at the cellophane condom package in the shower drain, then returned to the bedroom to check the time. As she gazed at the clock on the nightstand, she remembered that her flight left at ten o'clock. Sighing, she began picking up her clothes from the floor. Rance McComb—he said his name was Rance McComb. It wasn't a dream. "I had the most incredible sex of my life!"

She laughed, shrugged her shoulders. One night stands didn't usually wait around until morning then say good by with a passionate kiss—they disappeared in the dead of night—after the fun was over—and before responsibility reared its ugly head—if there was reason to warrant responsibility. She finished picking up her clothes, recalling that they had sex at least three times—one being anally and without a condom—though she knew pregnancy wasn't a consideration in that position. She discovered another condom wrapper on the carpet near the bed. Her bra was the final article lying near the door of the suite. As she draped the bra over the clothes on her arm, she noticed something falling to the floor. A small white card fluttered to the carpet before her feet. Curious, she bent and retrieved the card, finding it to be a business card as she turned it over.

"Doctor Rance—" She crumpled the card before reading any further. Did he leave the card on purpose—after all it was under her bra—or in it. She shook her head. Don't make more of it than it was. She sighed. It had been heated sex with a stranger—though he was just about the most handsome man she had ever fucked. She glanced at the fist holding the crumpled card. She shook her head. Forget it. It was just a one-night stand.

THE END



One Night Stand



Two guys I work with talked me into going to a local titty bar one night last week. I hadn't been to one since my wild and wooly early forties. I guess you might say I outgrew them. When they first mentioned it, I declined, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was free, white, and well over fifty. 

What the hell could it hurt? I'd see a few young, good-looking ladies strut their stuff. I'd probably spend a little money on over priced beer and the ladies a drink or two. Hell, I might even check out this lap-dancing thing I'd heard about. 

The guys headed for the bar straight from work but I told them I had to get cleaned up first and I would meet them later. It ended up being a little after eight before I got there. When I walked in, Robert and Gary were sitting at a small table near the far left hand corner of the stage and had two young ladies sitting with them. I got a beer from the bar and went over to say hello. 

"We'd just about given up on you," Robert said as I got to the table. "Grab a chair and sit down, you'll like this place. The beers cold and women are hot," he added with a laugh.

I pulled up a chair and ended up sitting between the two guys at the crowded table. I spent the next couple of hours listening to the guy's bullshitting the girls and watching the dancers. I will say there were several good looking ladies working there. I even went up for a closer look and tipped a couple of them. They work for tips alone, so what's a buck going to hurt. The place was pretty crowded, with a lot more guys than girls. 

A little after ten, I noticed two couples come in. They took a table to the right of ours and were laughing and having a good time. One of the guys was rather loud and looked to me to be too drunk to legally be served. His girlfriend was a tall dark haired woman that I figured was in her late thirties. She had a great looking set of legs that she was showing off to the max. Between the short black skirt, the thigh high stocks, and the high heels, she had my attention. 

After a moment, I chuckled to myself and wondered what I found so interesting about this fully clothed woman, when I was in a room with a dozen scantily clad, half dressed younger women. The waitress wanting to know if I wanted another beer distracted me. I told her yes and then watched the pretty, young dancer that was on stage. 

A short time after she brought me my beer, the girl with Gary left us for greener pastures and Robert's girl was not too far behind. It wasn't to long after that, that Robert and Gary decided it was time to head home. I started to leave with them but decided to stay and finish my beer. I'm glad I did.

I was almost finished with my beer, when the waitress went up to dance. She was about the prettiest young lady in the place and I had tipped her each time she brought me a beer. I figured I would stick around a little while longer and get a little better look at her. She danced the first dance in her waitress uniform and then took off the top and shorts for the second dance. 

"Damn!" I whispered to myself under my breath. 

She stood there on the stage waiting for the music to start, wearing just the bottom part of a very small black string bikini. First of all, she was tall. With her heels on, she was over six foot. Secondly, she was blonde, Nordic, and built like.... Well, words just can't describe her beauty.

Suddenly the music started and she moved toward the pole in the center of the stage. Just as suddenly, I was on my feet and headed for the stage. Being, the dirty old man that I am, I had to get a closer look at her. I stood at the foot of the stage, mesmerized by her as she danced just a couple of feet away. Movement next to me caught my attention and I glanced over to see the dark haired woman standing right next to me. 

Seeing me look at her, she grinned, moved closer, and said, "I didn't want to come up here alone, and my boyfriend is being an ass. I hope you don't mind me sharing your dance. You seem like a nice guy and most of the others in here don't."

About then the waitress moved right up in front of the woman and with a big grin shook her tits right in her face. The woman grinned bigger as one of the dancer's nipples brushed her cheek but a hot pink blush came to her face. The dancer moved over and did the same thing to me. As her nipple touched my face, my tongue reached out toward it in pure reflex. 

She chuckled and stepped back, pulling the string out at each hip, so we could tuck our dollars under it. When the woman leaned forward to look down inside the tiny piece of cloth, the blonde grinned and pulled it out a little further. My eyes were on the same spot as the woman, although I didn't lean forward. I wanted to but didn't have the nerve. From what I could see, I can tell you she was a natural blonde.

As we turned from the stage so another man could get his turn, the woman said, "If I decide to tip another dancer would you join me so I won't be up there alone."

"It would be my pleasure." I replied. "Just give me a high sign or something, so I'll know when." I grinned and added, "That'll give me another excuse to look at you from time to time." 

She looked at me quizzically but did not say anything as we were right next to her table and her boyfriend was looking at us.

A little later, after about half of another beer, I went up to watch a cute little brunette dance. She was wearing a bathing suit like affair that consisted of a g-string bottom part and two narrow straps that were doing good to cover just the nipples of her large breasts. A moment later, the woman was up there beside me. 

I looked over at her and grinned, before I said, "You couldn't stay away could you?" She chuckled and shook her head. 

Earlier, when she had been up there, all the buttons on the light gray silk blouse she wore had been buttoned, except for the top one. Now two more buttons were undone, exposing the white satin bra that covered her left breast. 

She noticed where I was looking and chuckled again before she said, "Hey, you're supposed to be watching the girl up there." 

I grinned and turned my attention to the dancer, just as she slipped the straps off her shoulders. Her nipples were as big around as one of my fingertips and three quarters of an inch long. 

I heard the woman whisper, mostly to herself, "Oh, my God, I'd kill for nipples like that." 

I grinned but didn't take my eyes off the objects in question. The dancer grinned too, as she turned around, bent over at the waist, looked back at the woman over her shoulder, and smack her hand sharply against one ass cheek. It was as solid as a rock. 

"I'm not even going to say what I'd do for an ass like that," The woman whisper and then laughed.

Still grinning the dancer turned and held out the strap on her hip for our tips. To the woman she said, "Try dancing five days a week, six or seven hours a day. It does wonders for the ass, hips and legs." 

Turning back toward us, she reached up and tweaked her long thick nipples, adding, "These, Mother Nature has to supply you with."

"I've been supplied pretty well." The woman replied, "I just can't get them to stand up like that for very long or very often."

The dancer told her, "The ladies restroom is in the dancer's dressing room, why don't you make a pause for the cause in a few minutes and I'll show you a couple of tricks of the trade, if you know what I mean."

The woman grinned and said, "Okay. Can I bring my friend with me?" 

When the dancer glanced at me, the woman laughed and added, "No, my girlfriend over at the table."

The dancer chuckled and said, "No problem." Then she winked at me and said, "You're kind of cute for an older guy. If I had any say so, I'd have her bring you on back. I think it would be a lot more fun." 

Then she turned and headed for the dressing room. The woman and I headed for our tables. A few minutes later, her and her girlfriend headed for the dressing room.

I flagged the waitress down an ordered another beer. As I watched her walk toward the bar, I noticed that the place had thinned out somewhat. I glanced at my watch, saw that is was a few minutes after midnight, and wonder what time this place closed. I asked the waitress when she returned, and was told they closed at two AM. I figured I would be dead at work tomorrow but I was having too much fun to leave now.

I watched two more girls dance before I saw the woman come out of the dressing room. As she walked in my general direction, I noticed movement under the silk blouse that hadn't been there before. As she got closer, I could see the sharp points of her hard nipples working under the fabric. She had not been kidding about Mother Nature doing her all right. 

Just before, she made the turn toward her own table; she grinned down at me, and rolled her shoulders sharply, causing her breasts to sway. Her girlfriend saw what she did, swatted her on the arm, and whispered something to her. 

I did not hear what she said but I heard the reply. "I don't give a shit if the drunken asshole does!" The woman said sharply. They went on past me and sat down at their table.

The waitress stepped up onto the stage to dance next and the woman and I nearly ran over each other getting up there. We were laughing and chuckling like two school kids as the blonde waitress started to dance. She was grinning and then shook her head as she moved over in front of us. She was dancing in front of both of us but her eyes were on the woman. 

The movement of the woman's hands up to the front of her blouse drew my eyes. She undid a button and then another one. The blouse was now open well below her breasts and standing out enough to give me an excellent view of her fine breast and hard nipple. With a quick glance at me, she reached under the fabric with her right hand and caressed her left breast. She ran her fingertips over the full round globe for several seconds before she rolled the hard nipple between her finger and thumb. She pulled on the nipple and slowly let it slip from her fingers as she moved the material aside to expose herself to the waitress. 

The waitress's grin got even bigger and her hands came up to softly caress her own breasts. The woman moved the blouse over off her right breast and did the same thing. I was totally mesmerized. Talk about your ringside seats; I was about to get whiplash from trying to take it all in. 

A sudden crash from behind us, made all three of us look in that direction. The woman said, "Shit!" loudly, and hurriedly pulled the blouse closed as she headed for her table. Her boyfriend had fallen over backwards in his chair. With a grin and a shake of my head, I tipped the waitress two dollars and went back to my table. 

It took two men and the bartender to get the guy up off the floor and out the front door. So much for the fun night, I thought to myself as I watched the woman leave. She did pause at the door for a second and looked back toward me but I was not sure if she was looking at me or to see if they had forgot anything.

I looked back to the stage to find it empty; the waitress had cut her dances short. I picked up my beer and took a swallow; the bottle was about a third full. I figured now was a good time to make a run to the restroom. After that, I would finish my beer and head for home.

*****

When I returned to my table, I found my piece of a Bud, a full Bud, and a Coors Light sitting on it. I looked around for the waitress to find out what was going on and saw her standing next to the bar, talking to the bartender. I shrugged and sat down at the table. 

A few minutes later, the waitress walked over and sat down next to me. Before I could say anything, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. 

As she straightened up I said, "I'm not complaining mind you, but what was that for?"

She grinned and replied, "That's from your lady friend, for being such a sweet gentleman, and the beers are from her also. One is for you and one is for me. I figured, since things have slowed down, I'd take a break and drink it with you, if that's all right?"

I chuckled and answered; "You're the first real company I've had all night and damned pretty company at that." After I said it, I could tell that the beer was making me less shy and more forward.

She grinned and patted me on the thigh as she said, "You are a sweet man. Most of the men around here only want to grab my tits or pat my ass. It's refreshing to be considered company instead of a piece of meat."

I nodded and said, "I think I can understand that." Then I grinned and added, "Although, if you offered I'd be the first in line to be grabbing and patting. I'm kind of old but I'm not dead yet."

She laughed and leaned over to kiss my cheek again. "I'll definitely keep you in mind when I get ready to make that offer. You would be a gentleman about it and probable make me like it."

We spent the next twenty minutes talking and joking, have a good time; then she had to go back to work. As she got up to leave, she grinned, turned her ass toward me, and stuck it out. "Here, have a couple of pats for friendships sake."

I chuckled and said, "Thank you." as I patted her on her firm, well-rounded ass. With a wink and a laugh, she headed back to the bar.

I looked at my empty beer bottle and then at my watch, it was a few minutes after one and time for me to head home. About that time, the sexy little brunette with the big nipples started to dance. 

With a shrug and a grin, I stood up and headed for the stage. What the hell, you only live once. Anyway, I wanted to drool over those beauties just one more time so I would have extra material for my dreams later.

When I returned to the table, there was a fresh beer on it. I looked around for the waitress and waved some money at her when I caught her eye. She shook her head and grinned as she pointed at herself and then at me. It was on her.

By the time, I finished the beer and made one last stop at the men's room, it was a quarter to two and I headed for the door. I had parked around on the side of the building and as I turned the corner, I ran head on into the dark haired woman. 

What kept the two of us from ending up on the ground; I haven't a clue. I grabbed her around the waist with one arm and grabbed at the hood of my truck with the other. I ended up leaning against the grill of the truck, with her pressed tightly against me, my right thigh up under her skirt and between her legs.

After the shock of our collision passed and recognition set in, she grinned and said, "Just the man I was looking for."

When she didn't move away, my other arm automatically went around her, as I asked, "And what were you looking for me for?"

She looked at me for a second and then answered, "You and I were having a lot of fun up there at the stage until my asshole boyfriend passed out and spoiled everything." 

She paused for a second as though in thought and then she continued, "He's pulled this shit, one to many times and I've had enough. Tonight is your lucky night. I want you to take me to a cheap motel somewhere and fuck my brains out until we have to go to work in the morning. I'm not going to tell you my name and I don't want to know yours. This is just going to be down and dirty, nasty ass sex; anything and everything goes. What do you say?"

I was so stunned I couldn't say anything. I just stared at her and nodded as a big grin spread across my face. 

She laughed and said, "I'll take that for a yes. I'll follow you down to the corner convenience store and then I'll ride with you from there. I don't want to leave my car here."

I finally got my mouth to work and said, "Okay."

*****

At the store, she climbed into my truck and slid over next to me. The three top buttons of her blouse were once again undone and her right breast was peeking out from the opening at me. 

I grinned to myself as I back the truck up and said, "My apartment is only about ten minutes from here."

She shook her head and laid her hand on my thigh as she said, "I'd rather not go there; I meant what I said about a cheap motel. This is to prove a point to myself and nothing more. My boyfriend is history and I'm not looking for anyone else. Not right now, anyway." 

Her hand wandered over my lap, pausing on my semi hard member to give it a slight squeeze. As it got firmer, she smiled and released it, leaving her hand resting against it. 

I glanced over at her but did not say anything. I had no idea of what to say, as I drove the two blocks to the first motel I knew of. I turned into the driveway and got us a room. 

*****

As I shut the door of the room behind us, she turned and came into my arms. The kiss started out tentatively and slowly grew deeper. As the kiss went on, I figured in for a penny, in for the pound and let my hands wander over the warm body under her clothes. As she moved tighter against me, I thought, if this was going to be a one night stand kind of thing, then I was going to try to make it as memorable as possible for both of us. 

When we came up for air, she looked into my eyes and smiled. "You sure know how to kiss. If you can do everything else as well, this is going to be one hell of a night."

I chuckled and leaned over to kiss her on the neck, working my way slowly up to her ear. She gave a little shiver and leaned her head over giving me easier access to her neck and ear. My hands once again roamed over her back and ended up cupping an ass cheek in each hand. As I squeezed them, I lifted my head and grinned at her. 

"Your ass is in great shape. That girl doesn't have much on you except she is younger. You would make a great dancer yourself, beautiful legs, great ass, and really great tits. What else could a woman want? The men would drool all over themselves."

She laughed and asked, "You really think so?" 

She paused a moment and swayed her hips from side to side. "Watching those girls dance, with very little in the way of clothes, had me wondering what it would be like to be up there, with all those men looking at me. It was getting me really turned on." 

She grinned and continued, "I don't usually flash my tits in public like I was doing tonight. I'm usually rather shy and reserved. It was my boyfriend's idea to go there in the first place but once we were there, I really got into it. I'd never been to a place like that before."

I chuckled and admitted, "It's the first one I've been to in over ten years. I wasn't having much fun until you showed up next to me at the stage. After that I was having a good time."

She grinned and pulled away from me, heading for the TV that was sitting on the dresser in the corner. "If there's any music on this thing, I'm going to dance for you. It won't be quite like being on that stage but you are a perfect stranger after all. I'll just pretend that there's another dozen guys here." 

She laughed and fiddled with the TV. After a moment, she had a rock music channel and turned around toward me. "I love to dance and I think I'm pretty good at it. I've never danced naked for anyone but myself but there's a first time for everything." 

She danced across the room toward me, moving her hips and shoulders, trying to dance something like the girls at the club. "Why don't you sit in that chair over there and enjoy my show. We'll get to the tipping later." She ended with a laugh.

I sat down and she danced over to me. The song ended just as she got there and she laughed. "This feels weird, exciting in a strange way, but weird."

Another song began and she started to dance again. This one was a little faster and had a solid beat. She worked her hips with the beat; she was really getting into it. She reached up and slowly undid the rest of the buttons on the blouse and pulled it out of the skirt. 




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Holding onto the edge of the opening to the blouse, she danced right up in front of me. Just as the song ended, she jerked the blouse open and flashed me, and then she turned around and slipped the blouse off her shoulders. 

She grinned at me over her shoulder as the next song started. She danced with her back to me for a few seconds and then slowly turned around. Her breasts were even better looking from this angle and her nipples were hard and erect. Her breasts and nipples were not as large as the brunette's at the club were, but they were just as beautiful. 

When I told her that, she grinned, ran her hands lightly over her breasts, and tweaked the nipples, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. She held her shoulders back and shook her breasts at me like the blonde had done. I grinned and licked my lips as I watched the firm globes roll around on her chest. 

She laughed and turned around. Bending at the waist, she looked at me over her shoulder and slowly raised the back of the skirt, as her hips moved from side to side to the beat of the music. At first, I thought she was naked under the skirt and then I realized she was wearing tee back underwear. The lower half of her ass was uncover when the song ended. 

She dropped the skirt and stepped away from me. Looking over her shoulder she asked, "Well, what do you think so far?"

Grinning, I relied, "I think you're gorgeous and you're a great dancer. You would put most of those girls at the club out of a job easily. They may be younger, but they don't have a thing on you. You'd make them all jealous."

She grinned at me and as the next song started, she undid the button and zipper on the skirt. Still looking over her shoulder at me, she slowly lowered the skirt. As her ass came into sight, I gave a low wolf whistle and grinned at her. She laughed and dropped the skirt to the floor, kicking it away. 

Then she really started to dance; it and her body impressed me. She had a high, tight, well-rounded ass that flowed naturally into a tapered waist. The tee strap running down the crack of her ass just accentuated the two firm globes of her ass cheeks. 

She danced back toward me a couple of steps and then bent at the waist. Once again looking over her shoulder, she grinned and reached back to slap her hand against her ass cheek, it sounded hard and tight. I reached up and lightly smacked her on the other ass cheek. It was hard and tight. She laughed and danced away from me. 

When the song ended, she was once again right in front of me. She pulled the straps of her tee back out at each hip so I reached in my pocket for a couple of dollar bills. 

When I slipped one under each side of the straps she laughed and said, "I think I just lost my amateur statues." 

When I leaned forward and took a lick from the top of the strap up to her belly button her stomach muscles tightened and twitched. She didn't move away, so my hands came up and cupped her ass cheeks lightly, as I took another lick and slipped my tongue into her belly button. 

She pushed her belly forward and murmured before she said, "You're pretty good with that tongue; maybe I should dance one more song without my underwear and see what kind of tip I get then."

I grinned up at her as she stepped back and let her hips sway with the song that was playing. The song was slow with a good beat; she continued to sway her hips and her hands came up to caress her breasts. After a moment, her eyes closed and she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. 

When the song ended, she pinched and rolled her nipples and then opened her eyes with a sigh. "Damn, how do those girls do that all night without coming all over themselves? My panties are sopping wet from dancing just for you."

I reached up and let two fingers run lightly up and down over the narrow strip of cloth covering her sex. It was wet all right. Her hips had jumped when my fingers first touched her but then she was pressing against my fingers. When I let the fingers slip between her legs and rubbed there, she shivered and moaned softly. I looked up at her face to see her eyes closed and she was licking her lips again.

A new song started on the radio and my hands went to the straps at her hips. I rolled the strap down an inch or so and then I said, "You dance; I'll take care of these." 

Her hips started to move with the beat and her hands went back to her breasts. I slowly rolled the panties down, as her mound came into view with its dark tuft of hair, I took a short fluttering lick around the patch of hair. She jerked her hips and moaned softly again. 

As the top of her slit was uncovered a glint of gold caught my eye, she was pierced with a pair of small fingertip sized rings through the fold of skin at each side of her sex. I rolled the panties on down until they were a ring around her body and even with the strap running under her sex.

Her hips were swaying in a circular motion now, more so than a side to side. I reached out and caressed her hips and ass slowly as the song ended. She didn't stop moving when the music stopped, she was lost in a little world of her own.

Another song started and I rolled the panties on down over her thighs until they dropped to her ankles. She whimpered softly as I licked around the hair on her mound again and she stepped out of the panties. Her hips started to sway with the faster beat of this song; she bent her knees, took a little half step to the side with one foot, and flexed her hips back and forth. 

One of her hands slowly wandered down along her body until it reached her mound. She moaned softly as she caressed herself there and then again as her hand glided slowly down across her outer lips. Her eyes were still shut and her lower lip was curled inward between her teeth.

I slipped off the chair and licked her first on one thigh above her stockings and then the other. Her hand went to the back of my head and guided me to her slit. Believe me, I needed no second invitation. As my tongue glided along the smooth hairless skin of her outer lips, her hips shivered and she moaned softly deep in her chest. Her hips moved back and forth slowly as my tongue took a lick up the other lip and then she froze as I took a slow lick right up the center of her slit. 

She jerked and then shivered as my tongue bumped over the hard bud of her clit, a louder moan escaping her lips. As I took a second lick along her slit, her legs spread wider and her other hand appeared at the back of my head. At the top of that lick, my tongue zeroed in on her clit and flicked back and forth over it. 

Her fingers grabbed my hair and pulled my face tightly against her, her hips now grinding against my flicking tongue. It was only seconds before she let out a loud yell and humped my mouth harder as she came in a rush.

Her legs were shaking and she now held on to my head for support. My hands that had been caressing her ass this whole time, were now on her hips to steady her. With a finally shivering shudder, she slowly straightened her knees and moved her hands to my shoulders. 

"I think I need to sit down," she said in a husky whisper. 

I slowly stood up and guided her back the couple of steps to the bed and she sat down heavily. Lying back on the bed she asked, "Damn, where did that truck come from?"

I chuckled and asked, "What truck was that?"

"The one that just ran over me." She answered with a chuckle of her own.

I laughed and said, "That's what you get for dancing in traffic."

She laughed and nodded before asked, "Is there anything around here to drink, my mouth is so dry."

I reached out with a finger and touched it to her sex; she jerked and then wiggled, as the finger slipped slowly inside her dripping wet pussy. "No wonder, all the moister in your body is down here," I said as I slowly moved the finger in and out of her slippery, hot vagina.

She flexed her hips against my hand and giggled. "I know; I could feel it running down my thighs after you took off my panties. It only got worse, when you licked me. God, it's been a long time since anyone has done that to me."

I slipped the finger out of her and then sucked on it for a moment, tasting her sweet musky flavor from the source for the first time. She was watching me as I did and then grinned as she asked, "Do I taste good?"

"Excellent." I replied before I sucked on the finger again.

She giggled and asked, "Could I have a taste?"

I grinned, slipped the finger back into her wet sex, and slowly fucked her with it. "Oh yeah, like you've never tasted yourself before," I said with a big grin.

She flexed her hips against my hand and replied with a giggle, "Well yes I have, but I've never had anyone feed it to me before." She whimpered softly and then added in a whisper, "I wonder if that waitress would taste the same."

Still grinning, I answered, "I don't know, but maybe one of these days, if you come back to the club we can find out." 

I removed the finger from her and brushed the tip of it lightly over her full lips. She licked her lips and whimpered softly again. When I stuck the finger in her mouth, she sucked on it greedily and moaned. 

"Oh, you like that idea, do you?" I asked with a chuckle. She nodded quickly, still sucking at the finger.

I slipped it out of her mouth with a sucking sound and replaced it in her pussy. She moaned loudly and bucked her hips hard against my hand. I leaned down, flicked my tongue across her swollen, exposed clit, and she came again with a gush, this time. I pulled the finger out of her and returned it to her mouth, which seemed to make her come even harder as she sucked on it, with her eyes closed.

When her eyes fluttered open, I pulled the finger out of her mouth and smiled down at her. "Now, there's a fantasy, which we're going to have to bring to life, if at all possible." I told her.

She smiled and nodded, before she replied, "I had never much thought about other women before I saw her and she shook her titties in my face. It was all I could do to keep from licking my lips." She ended with a chuckle.

I laughed and told her, "I did lick mine." 

She nodded and laughed, "I know, I saw you." She grinned for a second and then added, "That's when I wondered what it would be like if you licked and sucked on mine. Man, did my nipples get hard, thinking about that." 

She glanced down and said, "Damn, they're harder than rocks right now." Her hands came up and brushed across them for a second and she added, "Sensitive as all get out to."

I grinned and licked my lips, which made her laugh. "Okay, you relax for a few minutes, while I go get us a couple of cokes. There's got to be a vending machine and ice machine around here somewhere." I told her before I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips.

She smiled as I stood back up and then she said, "You're something else. You really are a nice guy and one hell of a lover with that tongue of yours. You seem to know what I need before I do and then you do something extra that only makes me come even harder. Your wife or girlfriend must be one happy and luck lady."

"I live alone," I said. "My wife passed away years ago and right now I'm, shall we say, between relationships. My last girlfriend got tired of me being gone to work so much and found herself someone who was at home every night. I tried to get her to go to work with me but she wanted to stay around the house and close to her kids."

"I think that lady was crazy for letting you go," she said softly.

I chuckled and shook my head as I said, "I'll be right back." 

*****

When I returned, the woman was nowhere in sight but the bathroom door was closed. I opened one of the cokes and took a big swallow. The door opened and the woman came out wearing the blouse, it was unbuttoned and actually magnified her nudeness more than it hid anything. 

I grinned, opened the other coke, and handed it to her. She took a big swallow and looked at me, a smile playing around her lips. She looked me up and down before she asked, "Why do I feel like I'm a little underdressed or that you're a little overdressed?"

I chuckled and kissed her lips softly. "I like how you're dressed; all women should dress that way. It sure would make the world a happier and more stimulating place."

She laughed and replied, "Yeah, but think of all the car wrecks it would cause."

I laughed and sat my coke down. As I unbuttoned my shirt, I said, "Look at how much money you'd save on clothes."

Her eyes wandered over my chest, arms, and shoulders as I took the shirt off. Looking back up at my face, she smiled and replied, "Yeah but look at how many people you'd put out of work in the garment industry and how much more makeup we'd need to do our whole bodies." 

She was thoughtful for a second before she added, "Hmmm, that would probably even out in the long run, the employment that is. The accessories and the jewelry industries would boom also. More women would take better care of themselves. Hey, you might be on to something here."

I had slipped off my boots and was unzipping my jeans as she said that. Her eyes dropped to my hands, where they held onto the front of my jeans. 

When I did not take the jeans off right away, she looked up at my face and smiled as she said, "Tease."

I let go of the jeans and stepped over to put my arms around her. I slowly tightened my grip until her nipples just brushed against the hair on my chest as she breathed. After a second, there was a little halting flutter in her breathing and she pressed her breasts to me. I kissed her lips softly for a second and then nibbled on her bottom lip, the halting flutter was back. When I kissed her lips again, she kissed me back with building passion, our hands wandering all over each other's bodies.

My manhood, which had softened while I was getting the cokes, slowly stiffened and grew out of the open front of the pants. As I felt the heat of it against her bare skin, it twitched and she rubbed her stomach against me, a soft moan in her chest. Her hands dropped to the back of my jeans, she pressed against my ass for a second, and then she slipped her hands down the back of my pants to do it again. 

Moving her hips away from me, she worked the pants down off my ass, and down to my thighs. Her hands came around between us to touch and then to hold my hard shaft. As her hands alternated between caressing and squeezing me, I heard myself moan into her mouth. One of her hands went lower to roll and gently squeeze my balls as she continued to stroke my shaft. I moaned again.

Breaking the kiss, she looked down and then grinned as she slowly went down on one knee. "My, oh my, look what I found," she said as she lowered her head and licked on the sensitive head of my dick. 

My soft moan turned into a louder groan as she sucked me into her hot mouth and ran her tongue in circles around the head. My hands had followed her down as she squatted and ended up on her shoulders, now one went to the back of her head and tangled gently in her shoulder length hair. She slowly sucked more of me into her mouth, a soft humming sound, and feeling coming from her throat. Her lips came back up to the head. 

Then her head started to move up and down, taking more and more of me into her each time, until her nose bumped my pelvic bone. Her head stopped moving for a moment as her tongue went wild along my shaft. I groaned again and she started to move her head in long full strokes along my shaft. My legs were quivering and my balls tightened up as I felt my orgasm building.

"Darlin'!" I said in warning and her head moved faster, as she sucked harder. 

I groaned loudly and came hard and long. Her head slowed and the humming, moaning, sound, and feeling were back. It just intensified my orgasm that much more. She swallowed me one last time, her tongue pressed against the bottom of the shaft as she slowly raised her head until just the head was in her mouth. 

Her tongue fluttered over the sensitive head as her hand left my hip and milked my shaft toward her greedily sucking mouth. I heard myself groan again from the pleasure she was giving me.

She sucked for a minute or so more and then pulled me out of her mouth with a wet slurping sound. She smacked and licked her lips and then she looked up at me with a grin. 

"Hmmm, good to the last drop," she said and grinned again.

I grinned back and just stood there on my shaky legs for a second before I said, "Now, I'm the one that needs to sit down."

She laughed as she stood up. "In that case, let's lie down and get comfortable." 

She held onto me as we moved over and lay down on the bed. As she pulled the covers up over us and snuggled up against me she whispered, "Ummm, I like this, all cozy and satisfied. I hope you put in a wake up call, I have a feeling I'm going to sleep like a rock."

I held her close, enjoying the feel of her warm body against mine for a moment before I replied, "I did put in a wakeup call but who says I'm going to let you sleep. You were the one who said, they wanted to fuck until it was time to go to work. Well, fucking is out of the question for the moment but I can still use my mouth and I have a lot of you I haven't explored yet."

She giggled and snuggled closer. "Yeah, I did say that, didn't I?" 

She sighed and went on, "I think my eyes were bigger than my sex drive. I've had about half a dozen orgasms already, counting the little ones. That's more than I've had total for the last three or four months."

I hugged her and then kissed her hair. "Well, I figure we've got at least another hour before we have to get ready for work, so that gives you time to have about that many more."

She giggled and said, "You've got to be kidding, that would make me even for the year. It would probably kill me to boot." She giggled softly against my chest and then asked, "When do we start or is that where?"

"I guess I could start with your lips and then work my way down your neck. I wonder just how big and hard I could make your nipples if I licked and sucked on them?" I told her.

She squirmed and then replied, "Ummm, that's right, you haven't touched my nipples or breasts yet, have you? That sounds like the place to start alright; you'll probably make me come just from sucking on them."

I rolled her over onto her back and kissed her lips. The kiss was sweet and soft to start with, but when my hand roamed over her right breast and then teased the hard nipple crowning it, she whimpered and kissed me more passionately. 

After a minute or so, I broke the kiss and kissed my way down along her neck, my left hand leaving her breast and traveling down to tease the tuft of hair on her mound. As my lips closed over her long hard nipple, my finger slipped down along the wet slippery crease in her sex. Her hips flex and her back arched at the same time from the double pleasure, as a loud moan escaped her lips and her hands found my head and my hand. 

My fingers paused at the entrance to her sex. Her foot came up to rest by her ass, as she raised her knee, affording me easier access down there. My tongue was flicking at her nipple and her back arched more, pressing her breast tighter to my face. As two of my fingers slowly entered her sex, I tried to suck as much of her firm breast into my mouth as I could. She moaned loudly as her hips flexed up to drive more of my fingers into her. 

As my palm slipped across her sex, to push my fingers as deep as my hand would allow them to go into her, she gasped, and then yelled loudly as she came on my fingers. Her hips bucked against my hand. One of her hands grabbed mine, holding it in place and her other hand held my head as she tried to force even more breast into my mouth. I held my hand still but my tongue was bathing as much of her breast as it could reach. 




One Night Stand



In a few moments, her body relaxed and her grip on my head eased, so I released her breast and went back to sucking and licking her nipple. I sucked hard on the long thick cylinder of flesh as I lifted my head, feeling it stretch and then pop out from between my lips. 

She shivered and then sighed softly. "Well, that's one breast down and one to go," I whispered. 

When I licked at her other nipple, she moaned and whispered, "Oh God that one is even more sensitive than the first one."

I ran the tip of my tongue in a tight circle around the nipple, feeling it grow even harder. As I did, I wiggled my fingers in her pussy and started to move them slowly in and out of her. She gasped softly and started to roll her hips up to meet my fingers at the bottom of each thrust. I sucked on her nipple and flicked it hard with my tongue. She exploded with a second orgasm, grinding her sex against my fingers and hand. 

As her orgasm slowly subsided, she whispered hoarsely, "Damn, that was sudden and quick." She took a deep breath and then added, "I can't remember coming that quickly, just after have already come so hard before."

I wiggled my fingers, feeling how wet she was. Her hand clamped down on mine and she said slowly, "No. Please no. Don't move. I need to rest for a minute. You have me so sensitive. I couldn't take another orgasm this quickly. That last one nearly killed me."

I lay where I was and occasionally licked her nipple and let her rest. In a couple of minutes, she pulled at my hand and I slipped the two fingers out of her. I pulled my hand out from under the covers and licked at her juices coating my fingers. 

Grinning, I brushed my sticky fingertips across her lips. Her tongue licked at her lips for a second and her eyes popped open, a grinning spreading across her lips. "I made a mess didn't I?" She asked. I slipped the two fingers into her mouth and she whimpered as she sucked at them greedily.

"Yes you did." I answered her softly. "A big beautiful, wonderful mess. I'll have to clean it up when you've rested some more."

She moaned and shook her head. I pulled the fingers out of her mouth and she said, "Oh no, you're going to kill me yet." 

I laughed and shook my head. "I've never heard of anyone coming to death. Having a heart attack yes but not from to many orgasms."

"I'm going to be the first, then," she said and licked her lips. 

I got out of bed and got our cokes from the table. I handed hers to her and she smiled, "Thanks, I need something to drink." 

She took a swallow and then grinned. "I don't know why though, you must have fed me a quart a little while ago. Pure man cream at that," she said and then laughed. 

"What am I laughing about, I probably came just as much during these last two orgasms of mine." She turned the can up and drained it. 

As she handed it to me, she grinned and said, "Okay, I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I don't know how you expect to clean up my mess; I think you're just going to make it bigger."

I looked at her as I took one last sip of my coke and then I said, "You let me worry about that. You just lay back and enjoy it, I know I will."

Sitting the coke can on the bedside table, I moved down by her hips and had her raise them up. I slipped a pillow under her ass and then moved on down between her legs. She still had the one raised and as I sat there looking at her lovely body spread out before me, she raised the other one and then spread them wide. She grinned at me and then laughed. 

"What's so funny?" I asked her.

"The look on your face, like a starving man at a buffet." She answered. I grinned at her and licked my lips, which made her laugh again. 

"I think I'm going to really enjoy this. I may not live through it but I will enjoy it," she said as a shiver ran up her body.

I lay down between her feet and ran a hand up along each of her hips. "I'm going to enjoy this too." I told her as I licked at her wet open sex. 

Her hips rolled up and she moaned loudly. I buried my tongue in her and held onto her hips as she bucked and twisted against my face. She had been on another hair trigger and as her orgasm continued, I lowered my face and licked at the flood running down the crease of her ass. 

My tongue touched her anus and she yelled, her hips jumping again. I tongued her ass for moment more and then followed the flood back to its source, licking and lapping at the juices all the way. 

I lapped at her juicy pussy until the flow was under control and then I started up along her slit. My hands came up over her hips and I took a hold of a small gold ring with each one. I gently pulled the rings out and then upwards slightly, her clit popped into view as I spread the lips wide. My tongue worked that way slowly and her hips rose slowly in anticipation of what would come next. 

I paused before I got to her clit and teasingly went back the other way. She whimpered loudly and flexed her hips, her hands going to the back and side of my head. I allowed her to guide me back to her clit and when I was there, I took a long slow firm lick right across the top of it. Her hips came up higher and she yelled loudly.

I lifted my head and looked up along her body to her face. Her eyes were tightly shut and her teeth clenched. I took another lick like the first and her mouth opened as her hips jumped but no sound came out. Her lips formed a perfect O.

I returned my complete attention to her clit and sucked it between my lips as my tongue rolled it around. Her hips came up as her hands pulled me tighter to her; a loud wail now came from her lips. She was coming again and the wail kept on getting louder as her hips jerked and bucked against my mouth. I kept on sucking and licking until her hands pushed me away.

Not waiting any longer, I came up on my knees and moved forward to lie down on top of her, my once again hard manhood pressing into her slit. She wiggled under me and lifted her hips as I moved my hips back and felt the head of my shaft touch her opening. 

In one hard thrust, I entered her to the hilt. She yelled as her hips went wild under me. I started to fuck her with long strokes, her heels were pounding on the upper part of my ass, and her fingernails raked my back. She had still been in the middle of an orgasm as I entered her and it just seemed to continue. 

Over a period of a few minutes, I sped up until I was literally pounding into her. She had gone quiet after that first yell but her hips were meeting mine with equal force at the bottom of each stroke. I fucked her with total abandon as I felt my climax building. 

Then I was coming in long hard jets and she was yelling again, as her legs locked around my hips and her nails raked my back again. My mind spun out of control as her inner muscles clamped down on me and seemed to milk me much as her hand and mouth and done earlier.

Sometime later, I found myself laying with most of my weight on her and slowly lifted myself back up onto my arms. She moaned softly and wiggled her hips slowly. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly parted; a look of sated lust on her face.

Even later, I rolled us over onto our sides and we slept. I remember the wakeup call and remember hanging the phone back up. The maid beating on the door was the next thing I remember. I told her to go away and that I would be down to the office later to pay for another night. 

The dark haired lady lying next to me grinned and said, "No you won't. I'm going to pay for tonight and maybe even tomorrow night. After that, we'll have to figure out where we're going to live. I'm not letting you out of my sight. I'm sure not as crazy as your ex girlfriend and letting you go."

I grinned and softly kissed her lips. As she kissed me back, I wondered if that blonde waitress was working at that club tonight. I would need a little help, if I were going to spend the rest of my life with this lady and live.



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Jeez, it's been a while, she thought, I have got to get some dick.

She started to get ready to go out. She pulled out her outfit for the night; skin-tight jeans that hugged all the right places, and a little white t-shirt that showed everything it was supposed to. She grabbed her towel and headed to the shower. As she turned the water on and let it run for a minute, she checked herself out in the mirror. At 29, she certainly didn't look her age, with her short blonde hair and deep brown eyes. She was 5'7", certainly not too tall, with a perfect, all over complexion. 

She got into the shower, washed her hair. She got her favorite body wash and generously lathered her body. As she took the shower head down to rinse herself, she felt the feeling. She finished rinsing herself, sat on the floor of the shower and spread her legs. Reaching down with her free hand, she spread her pussy lips wide. Putting the showerhead to her pussy, she started to masturbate herself with the waterstream. She leaned her head back against the wall of the shower and closed her eyes, imagining a scene of the last porno she watched. As the feelings started to build, she turned the showerhead to "pulse." As the scene in her head got more interesting, the feelings in her pussy started to increase, until she finally exploded. Damn, she thought, so not the same as with a dick.

She finished her shower, got out and toweled off. Fixing her hair and make-up, she then got dressed.

On her way to the bar, she thought that what she needed was a one-night-stand. She decided she was going to take the hottest guy in the bar home with her tonight. She had to have some dick. As the night progressed and she was hanging with the girls, she danced a few dances with a few guys, but none of them lit a fire in her, which should have happened considering how they danced. As she went up to the bar to get another drink, she turned around and her heart stopped. 

There he was. The most gorgeous guy she had ever seen. At least 6 foot, he had a muscular build, but not ripped, black hair, and lord she needed to see what color his eyes were. He looked right at her, winked, and walked over to his friends. After she got her vodka tonic, she walked back over to her friends.

"Look. Over by the dart boards. The tall guy with black hair."

"Lord have mercy, I think I'm in love," her best friend teased her.

"Back off, he's mine," she teased back.

The rest of the night, she kept sneaking little glances in his direction, only to find that he was staring at her too. Finally he was alone, and she got the nerve to go talk to him.

She held out her hand. "Hi. My name is Cheri. How are you?"

"I'm as fantastic as you look, Cheri. My name's Beau." Lord have mercy, she was going to faint. 

He was even more gorgeous up close. He had the most incredible clear blue eyes, and a deep voice with a southern drawl. As he took her hand to shake it she realized just how big he really was.

"So do you want to get out of here, Beau, and get to know each other better?" Lord did she really say that?

"Would love to." 

"We can take my car."

As she drove to her apartment, they talked about mundane things, local sports, the weather. As they got out of the car, he grabbed her, pressed her back against the car, and kissed her. An open mouth, wet ass kiss, which left her breathless and weak-kneed. "Sorry. I've wanted to do that all night," he said.

"Quite all right," she said in a whisper. She took his hand and led her to her apartment. Once inside, she pushed him down on the couch, climbed on top of him and kissed him another open mouthed, wet ass kiss.

He touched her gently on her sides, slowly lifting her shirt, over her stomach, over her breasts, over her head. He threw it across the room. Then he reached back with one hand and undid her bra, taking it off as well to follow her shirt. He reached up and cupped both breast, lightly teasing her nipples. She started to squirm. He tore his mouth away from hers, and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. Then moved to the twin to give it the same attention.

When she couldn't take anymore of this attention, she started to pull at his shirt to get it off him. God she needed to feel skin-on-skin. She finally got his shirt over his head, only to have him lift her up in his arms and ask her where her bed was. She told him and when he got there, he lowered her onto the bed, coming over her to kiss her again. Jeez, he can kiss, she thought. She brought up both of her hands and placed them on his smooth chest, stroking it, over to his shoulders, down his arms, to his waist. Then she reached down and undid his belt, his jeans button, his zipper. She reached her hand into his pants to stroke the very heat of him. She stretched her hands back to his ass and started to push his jeans down. He sensed what she needed, sat up and took the rest of his clothes off, then took hers off as well. She sat up and looked at him. Lord he was beautiful. He was tall, but everything was in proportion.

He looked at her, "So why did you bring me back here?"

"I needed some dick," she said boldly.

"Well, here it is. What are you going to do with it?"

She licked her lips, got up and walked over to him. She kissed him full on the mouth, teasing him with her tongue. She reached down and lightly touched the tip of his dick with her fingers, then wrapping her hand around him; she started to stroke him from base to tip. She slowly lowered to her knees, kissing her way down his body, nipping with her teeth. When she finally got to her knees, she looked at the object of her fascination. He was larger than any guy she had ever been with, but not too large. 

She looked up at him, saw he was waiting anxiously for what she was going to do. She kissed the tip, and then ran her along the underside of his dick; starting by his balls and ending at the very tip, where she swirled her tongue around it before finally taking him in her mouth. She started slow, letting the anticipation build. She took as much as she could, slowly releasing him, then starting over again. She really enjoyed giving guys head, and it showed. Her enthusiasm for it was starting to mount. Her pace quickened, her grip tightened; then suddenly she reached her right hand and cupped his balls, gently tickling. She pressed her thumb to the sensitive spot underneath his balls that she knew would drive him crazy. As her head bobbed up and down she stroked this spot in time with her movements until he finally couldn't take anymore. 

He pulled her to her feet. "Your turn now." He pushed her up against the wall bent down and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking strongly, while his other hand was pinching her other nipple. Then he switched the attention. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, pulled her legs apart, shoved one leg over his shoulder, and kissed her pussy. He licked from the back to the front. She thought her legs were going to give out on her. He grabbed her by the ass to hold her still and buried his face deep in her pussy. He licked, he bit, he sucked. Lord he couldn't get enough of the way she tasted. Finally he shoved two fingers into her dripping pussy, clamped his lips around her clit, and sucked for all her was worth. Her climax was instant. She came, and came, and came. She had never experienced anything like it before. She fell to the floor. Her legs just couldn't hold her anymore.

He lifted her up and laid her on the bed. He came down over her and kissed her. "How do you like the way you taste?"

"I love it."

"Hang on." He went to his jeans, then came right back. He hovered over her, lifted her hips, and then slowly entered her.

Her eyes closed of their own free will. She wrapped her arms around his back and held on.

He started slowly, pulling all the way out, then all the way in. Lord she felt good. After a few minutes he increased his speed. Her hands stroked up and down his back. She just held on for the ride. Then without ever leaving her, she found herself on top. She sat there for a second savoring the feel of the new position, and how deep he was, then she started to move. Up. Down. Up. Down. She stayed down and ground her pelvis into his, which sent him even deeper into her. He met her every thrust. She reached down and rubbed her clit, riding him faster and faster as her climax approached. She exploded. She couldn't even keep her pace anymore, so he lifted her and pounded her from the bottom. She yelled with her pleasure and she soaked his dick with her cum.

She fell over to the side and looked at him through her lashes. "That was fantastic."

"Oh, I haven't even come yet, sweetheart. This isn't over."

He rolled her onto her stomach, lifted her hips into the air, and entered her from behind. She whimpered from the pleasure. She didn't think she could take too much more of this. Then he pulled out stuck his middle finger into her, then reentered. Before she knew what was happening, he was teasing her asshole with his finger. He started to push a little. Realizing she wasn't protesting, he shoved his middle finger, wet with her own cum, deep into her, the whole time pounding away from the back. It took a minute, because she wanted to savor the feeling, but she eventually came. The feel of her climax finally sent him over the edge. He shoved into her, grunting with his release. Finally sated, he pulled out of her. She collapsed with her exhaustion.

"Did you like that sweetheart?"

She didn't even have the strength to answer him. She just nodded her head and closed her eyes, and lifted her finger as if to say "Give me a minute."

He laid down next to her, pulled her into his arms. From that moment started a beautiful sexual relationship. So much for a one night stand. 



One Night Stand



The deep, seductive bass of the music coursed through my body as soon as I stepped into the crowded nightclub, breathing air heavy with smoke and sweat and the heat of the balmy summer night - intoxicating. The flashing lights had me vying for balance as I moved through the crowds of twisting, writhing dancers to the bar. I ordered a drink. It had been far too long since I had let go for an evening; with the stress of college finals over at last I was ready to indulge completely in all the hedonistic rituals this libidinous atmosphere encouraged. 

I had come alone, fueled with a bottle of wine, a bit of cocaine, and the desire for passion. Still a virgin at 21, I felt a good fuck was long overdue. I had always been too shy for a one night stand – too concerned about my appearance to think anyone would be interested in me – but years of plastic cocks and fleeting, futile, entanglements had led me here tonight, ready to give in completely to prurient temptation.

I scanned the room, taking in the scene as I pushed my dampened bangs from my forehead and sipped my whisky sour. The music still had my entire being pulsing, rising and falling with the grinding synth – music created to emulate sex. From the corner of my eye I glimpsed another appreciator of this aural erotica. His dark hair curled around his ears and fell into his even darker eyes. His t-shirt clung to his lower back from the heat as he moved. His old sneakers pounded the sticky floor while his hips and shoulders twisted in a dance that seemed almost sinful. I moved closer to him on the floor, watching through hooded eyes, but the music soon had me absorbed in a world of my own, almost forgetting about the handsome stranger. 

A tempo change brought me back to reality. Looking up I met the gaze of the stranger I'd been watching before. I quickly looked away. "No, Siobhan," I scolded myself. That was exactly the type of attitude that had catered to my virginal predicament thus far. Gathering my courage I looked back at the man, meeting his eyes. Smoldering. My heart dropped in my chest. This would be the one. 

The man nodded slightly at me as he came closer, reaching around my waist, pulling my hips towards him. We moved together, our sweat soaking through layers of clothing and mingling – trickling down between my breasts. His hands rested against the small of my back, my ass, my neck. I took in his smell - musty and masculine. Our movements became continually more carnal, his hands moving up the back of my shirt to rest on my skin and his face close to mine. I could feel his breath hot against my neck and his teeth at my ear as he whispered: "I want you, stranger." Our lips met ravenously. His tongue rubbed tantalizingly against mine as I wound my fingers in his hair and ground my hips against his thigh. He trapped my lip in his teeth as my hand found his cock, firm under his jeans. My breath caught in my throat. Enough of these preliminaries. I pulled him through the crowd towards the door – I lived around the corner from the club. 

Getting back to my apartment, I put on some music while the man sprawled on the couch. He cut a few lines from a small ziplock bag and called me over. The powder tickled my nose as I inhaled; the irritation quickly fading to a warm, bright, tingling that radiated through my arms and down to my pussy. Our mouths met again, tasting metallic. I could feel his electric touch on my skin. I pulled his shirt over his head and ran my hands over his smooth back. His muscles moved fluidly underneath it as his arms encircled me and carried me to the bed. 

I pulled off my slinky club shirt and pressed my bare breasts against his chest. His hands slid up from my waist to cover them, kneading firmly, and flicking my nipples as his tongue darted in my ear. My fingers clumsily solved the puzzle of his belt buckle and soon his cock stood free. Pushing him back, I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock towards the tip, slowly taking it between my lips. My saliva dripped down the sides as I moved my head up and down on his large appendage. I savoured the quickening of his breathing and the distinctly masculine odour: sweet, salty, musty. 

Before long the man pushed me back onto the bed and, with my nipple between his teeth, yanked off my unbuttoned jeans and panties. He parted my legs and kissed along my inner thighs. It had been a while since anyone had been this close to my pussy. I could feel my moisture glistening on the lips and trickling from inside. He lapped gently at my labia before taking them into his mouth to suck slowly – avoiding my clit and driving me crazy with desire. Suddenly he moved his mouth over my clit, sucking and flicking at it with his tongue. I curled my fingers into his hair, holding him in place as I ground my hips against his face. My back arched away from the bed as he moved a finger inside. I could feel the pleasure building and spreading – causing my breathing to shorten and my muscles to tense. I pulled his face up towards mine, licking the sweet clear fluid from his lips. Our tongues twined as he entered me in a single, firm thrust, knocking the breath from my chest for a moment. 

I gazed into his eyes while he moved in my pussy, his cock massaging me from the inside. I pushed my hips up to meet each of his thrusts, wrapping my legs around his back, the heat still growing inside. He rolled me on my stomach and I rose to my knees as he entered from behind, his long smooth thrusts bringing me to new heights of ecstasy. His hands massaged my ass, trailed to linger at my waist, and then moved to my shoulders, which he pushed firmly into the bed. One hand came up to tease my clit as he fucked me; his sweat dripped onto my back. Our grunts and moans filled my bedroom with a sexual cacophony - this was the release I'd been looking for. 

Soon my thighs began to tremble as I felt my orgasm build. My vision darkened as my pussy clenched around his cock. Waves of euphoria swept out from my core to my chest and along my limbs - my fingers dug into the sheets and my breath stopped in my throat. I could feel his cock twitch inside me as he came, too. The warm fluid began to slowly escape as he pulled out and slumped against my back, his ragged breathing matching my own. 



One Night Stand



Amongst the anecdotes told following the suicide of the late, great Hunter S Thompson, was that he once remarked if he had actually consumed the quantities of drugs and alcohol his writings intimated, he would be long dead. Rather, he experiences a little so he can make up stories.

So here's a test for you lovely ladies. I will tell you a tale. The test is for you to decide if it is a tall tale or a true tale. I assure you I tell the truth but, of course, that, too, could just be a tall tale.

One night stand

I woke slowly, gradually becoming aware of the cold dawn light seeping through the glass of the uncovered bedroom ranch slider. I had fallen asleep on my right side, facing that glass, while she had attached herself to my back, her left arm over my belly, and we were still in exactly the same position: oblivious to the world for about three hours. But now my body clock had drawn me from my slumber. Her body was warm and still, her breathing regular and soft. I was in a strange bedroom with a strange woman whom I had fucked furiously a short time ago. Now what?

I remembered her rules for our impromptu encounter: I had to leave in the morning, but I could fuck her again first, if I liked, she had said. I liked. I've always been a horny bugger for morning sex! But she's dead to the world, so there's no hurry. So I just lay there for a while, waking up, allowing my erection to build nicely. Ah, the power of thought!

There's a particular skill to waking a woman for morning sex, for willing sex, not grudging sex. Grudging sex is better than no sex, I agree, but a little time, a little care, a gentle wakening with subtle stimulation, can pay substantial dividends in pure enjoyment. Sometimes.

So I carefully turned to face her. She didn't stir. Her face was in the repose of a deep, deep sleep. I remained like that for a minute or so then dropped my right hand to her belly and rubbed, in circular motion, occasionally slipping over her pubic mound, occasionally a little further down. Then she stirred.

She opened her eyes and stared directly into mine. She seemed to be thinking. I left my hand touching her labia, exerting no pressure, just touching, waiting. Then she inclined her head towards mine and we kissed. Just a light touching of our lips. Next, she rolled onto her back and opened her legs. I stroked between her pussy lips and discovered fresh wetness-success again! She was easily wet enough to fuck with comfort, so I moved on top and went to enter her, again. But she stopped me.

"I don't need to be worried, do I?" She asked. "Do I need to be worried?"

"No, sweetheart," I replied, sincerely, "I told you I'm clean; it's true." 

Her resistance dissipated and I pushed into her pussy. I wasn't so much under the influence of drink, this time, and I knew immediately I was going to come quite easily. I didn't resist my ejaculation. I didn't want to. I fucked her firmly, repetitively, and without regard for her gratification. Probably five minutes of this and I came. I stayed inside her for a while so she could catch all I could deliver, then I withdrew. 

Had she come this time? I don't know. I didn't ask. I wandered off to the loo and had a long, long, well overdue piddle. Then I returned to the bedroom, dressed, kissed her one last time and let myself out.

It all began last night, about 8pm. I was at the bar of a local Italian restaurant, one I frequent well enough to be known by name, minding my own business, sipping a Heineken and waiting for my takeaway pizza. It had been a particularly long day at work and it was quite late. I was tired.

And then into the bar swept a very cheerful lady who immediately greeted the staff by name as she breezily plonked her shapely butt on the stool next to mine and ordered a Pinot Noir. It was promptly delivered amid much banter with the proprietor, which I, being in such close proximity, inevitably joined.

Normal friendly, light-hearted conversation soon established that we were both in the same boat as regards marital status, and we traded christian names although, for the rest of out time together, we never actually referred to each other by name: quite appropriate, really, in hindsight. 

Briefly, the conversation turned to politics as election fever was just starting to take hold of the country, and, after a mild remark by me on an employment law issue, she cheerily said, "You're a lefty, aren't you? A lefty!"

Well, I am a little, and I could not deny it. So I told her, smiling, that I could straighten out her thinking if she allowed me some time. "You can come for dinner," she boomed, "but," conspiratorially, "you can't shag me."

I may have been tired, but not that tired to miss an opening a mile wide: "If I can't shag you," I said calmly, "I'm not coming to dinner." She looked at me directly, searchingly, but did not reply to that and our conversation moved on.

Out of the blue, she said, "I'm 42. How old are you?. I said 45. She absorbed that information silently, perhaps pondering her next question. When it came, it was a beauty: "So if you have been single for two years, why haven't you got a girlfriend?" I shrugged and said that obviously I'm not good-looking enough; it seemed easier than saying I preferred to just fuck as often and with as many women I could find or buy. Quantity, not quality, has been my priority since separating. 

"Well," she replied with a directness I was now accustomed to, "you should know that if I'm talking to you, you are." I'm really quite shy, and I didn't know where to look, so I looked at the floor.

She insisted we swap cell phone numbers. She repeated her offer of dinner but no shag, so I decided to try another approach. "Tell me," I demanded, "when was your last shag?" She returned my gaze, thought carefully and replied that it was about three and a half months previous. I looked into her eyes and told her, quietly, that celibacy had never appealed to me. She averted her face and engaged the proprietor in conversation, ignoring me. I had probably blown it, I figured. 

But I could tell her demeanour had changed. She was quieter, now, more thoughtful, and she took to snatching glances at me, sometimes lingering glances. I knew I had disturbed her. I thought I had gone a bit too far, again. I don't like to hurt people. I hoped I hadn't hurt her.

Suddenly, she turned to me and asked, "Do you know how to leave?" I knew what she meant and assured her I would never outstay my welcome. She turned away yet again. But not for long. "OK, you can shag me tonight. But I want to drink and dance a little first. Can you do that?"

Is the Pope Catholic?

Are the Kennedy's gun shy?

Eventually, we arrived at her apartment, walked through the lounge and immediately entered her bedroom. The only bedroom, as it turned out. It was spacious, modern, with an inviting king size bed taking pride of place. As we reached the bed, she switched on her bedside lamp, which imparted a soft glow to the room, nice for lovemaking, then turned to face me. I immediately took her into my arms and kissed her deeply. She returned my ardour and opened her mouth, allowing my tongue a delicious entrée to the warm, wet welcome I was soon to receive elsewhere.

Then she broke off the embrace, stepped back a little and, looking directly into my eyes, said, in that firm tone of hers, "You can fuck me now and fuck me again in the morning, if you like," and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, exposing those lovely breasts I had been furtively fondling earlier, in the bar. I followed her lead and quickly disrobed, revealing a cock already stiff with desire. She perched on the edge of her bed, reached around my buttocks to pull me closer and took me into her mouth, just like that, fondling my balls with her left hand while positioning my cock with her right.

"Mmmm, nice cock," she murmured as she briefly lifted her mouth, "and lovely dangly balls," then resumed bobbing her head up and down, up and down, deeper, deeper, until I could feel the head of my cock exploring her throat. Brilliant.

My hands dropped to her breasts, and I could feel her nipples hardening as I gently caressed her nipples, her breasts, under, over, and the sides. Women love the sides of their breasts being caressed as well, I know. But I was becoming eager to home in on the physical focus of my lust, my desire, my need. I gently lay her on her bed, on her back, and knelt between her legs. I allowed my eyes to rest on her pubic area, taking my time, savouring the thought that soon I would be penetrating her with my tongue and my cock.

I saw her pussy was unshaven, maybe trimmed a little for the hair was nice and tidy. I saw her clitoris peeking out, cheekily, seductively. I gently reached forward and parted her labia with my thumbs, and I saw her lovely silky flesh glistening with sexual excitement.

I leant down and pushed my tongue into her opening, sliding up to her clitoris, over her clitoris, around her clitoris. She was wet, wet, wet. I slurped around and around and around then I decided I could wait no longer and moved above her, kissing her on her lips, allowing her to taste her sweetness as she opened her mouth to receive my tongue, positioning my erect cock so close to her pussy I could feel her wetness. One slight push, I would be there. Then, for the first time since she lay on the bed, she spoke: "Should we be careful?" she asked with an inquiring, but not assertive tone, as she placed her hands gently on my chest. I paused: she spoke again: "We should be careful, shouldn't we?"

I thought that we should be careful, yes, but I know I'm clean and I was sure she would be too, so I replied, "We should be, but we won't," and entered her. Her eyes widened slightly as my cock went all the way in, then closed as she succumbed to her lust. We quickly established a rhythm and maintained a nice steady stroking for some time. Fuck, it was nice. It was all nice. Nice body, nice lady, fucking lovely pussy. Free, too; well, if you exclude the hundred or so I spent on drinks.

Ah, drinks. I realised that for me, at least, ejaculating might be an effort, considering the amount of liquor I had consumed tonight. She was pretty pissed, too, and I wondered how she would fare. So I stepped up the intensity our fucking. I fucked her harder and faster. She reciprocated, bucking her hips, pressing hard as our mounds met forcefully with each stroke. 

I watched her face. Beads of sweat had appeared on her upper lip and on her brow. Her face displayed concentration, determination, her jaw tight, her eyes clamped shut: she was fucking going for it, I thought. What a little beauty! I felt the first stirring of my semen, that feeling of the creamy liquid being sucked towards the point of ejaculation. But, I could tell I needed a lot more stimulation yet: besides, I may as well make the most of it, I figured, it could be the first and last time, given the circumstances.

And I was tiring a little, so I slowed. She slowed with me. I slowed to a stop, resting. She looked at me and murmured, "Too much drink and drugs." I wondered what drugs she had consumed. Ah well, none of my business. But I understood she was probably more desensitised than I was. I rolled off for a rest. Then she leaned over to her beside cabinet, opened the bottom drawer, extracted a tiny vibrator, about six inches in length, and lube, the warming type, and handed them to me. As if I needed an invitation, she lay back and spread her legs.

I knelt between her thighs, lubed the vibrator, discarding the lube carelessly beside me, and gently eased it into her waiting pussy. But after a couple or five strokes I withdrew it and concentrated on her clitoris. I stroked the vibrator over and around her clitoris, using the whole length rather than just the tip, and she responded by flexing her hips, accentuating her pleasure. It took a while, and I had to be patient, but suddenly she pressed really hard against the vibrator, grabbing my hands and held the toy firmly against her knob. She stiffened her whole body, enjoyed her orgasm, then relaxed. I placed the vibrator to one side and entered her again, looking for my own climax. 

But I think she was close to having had enough for now, and soon she looked at me and asked, "Can we do something else, now?" We sure can, I thought, and asked her to go doggy. Without a murmur, she flipped onto her knees, placing her face on her pillow. Her buttocks spread to reveal a very tempting anus. I enquiringly rubbed the head of my cock around that puckered hole. She lifted her head and said, firmly, "You can do anything you like, except that!" Fair enough. I slipped my cock into her very warm pussy, placed my hands on her hips, gripped firmly, and stroked away. 

Then I noticed the vibrator lying beside me, and I had an idea. It was, after all, small enough to be designed as an anal toy. I picked it up, applied lube, leaned back to make room, and slipped it into her arse. She never said a word, but her hips began to move more enthusiastically. It was a good idea, obviously. I fucked her in her pussy with the vibrator in her arse. Every time I went in deep, the vibrator buzzed against the base of my cock. And her pussy buzzed, too, on my cock.

And then another good idea popped into my mind. My tummy muscles were getting tired, so I stopped thrusting and, instead, used my hands to move her hips. I looked down for great visuals. I controlled her so I could see nearly the whole of my tip before pulling her back to me. I felt like I was close to coming and increased the tempo and...Voila!

I probably pumped half a dozen times to empty out, then relaxed with my cock still in her pussy. I extracted the vibrator and threw it on the floor. I extracted my cock from her pussy and lay on my back. She turned off the light and rolled towards me. I turned onto my right side and she cuddled into my back, her left arm over my belly. 

Sleep was almost instantaneous.



One Night Stand?



I had recently moved to a new state with my boyfriend. I had just finished school, and needed to take some time off for a while. He had already taken some time off (read: unemployed) and was back in school for an MBA. We moved from California to Seattle, and I did not know a soul in this new town. 

At first I was kept busy trying to settle into our new apartment, trying to settle into my new life. I had gotten a temporary job teaching English to Japanese students via the internet. 

The only set back was it afforded no real contact with people. The move had been difficult for me, I had always been very close to my family. Now I felt that I had been ripped from their life and that I did not even matter any more. 

My boyfriend, John, was no help in this matter. He was so busy with school now that I hardly ever saw him anymore. I know that he had his hands full with studying and group meetings, but he left in the morning before I woke up and came home only to tell me to be quiet so he could study. I think that if I had more friends by this point then everything would have been fine. But that is not the way things turned out.

I met Jolie, a Dutch exchange student, through John and his studies. Their group had a meeting at our house, so I tried to stay out of the way and read while they had their meeting. But Jolie had other ideas. I hadn't really paid much attention, but I had seen him around at campus events. There were always a lot of parties and fundraisers at John's school, and his class was so small that they were a very tight knit group. 

During their meeting I sat in the tiny bedroom with "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" by Hunter S. Thompson. One of my favorite books, although I wasn't much into drugs, not THAT much into them. But Thompson's descriptions of his behavior always made me laugh. Jolie was on his way to the even TINIER bathroom and stopped to talk to me. I heard someone in the doorway and looked up. 

I was immediately struck by Jolie's eyes. They were a piercing, striking blue. He Was tall, taller than I am, and I clock in at a healthy six feet tall. He had blondish, reddish hair that was shaved close to his scalp, as he was beginning to go bald. He was not very muscular, but he looked very strong and capable. Big hands that I could feel all over my body and...wait! What was I thinking! I had a boyfriend with whom I was very happy with, wasn't I?

He came in to talk to me, and I nervously allowed him room to sit on the bed. I wasn't sure if John would like me talking to one of his classmates so intimately. But Jolie was very pleasant to talk to, and I hadn't had a good conversation in a long time. Soon we were laughing loudly. John came in and looked coldly at us, Jolie excused himself and went to the bathroom. 

John just shook his head at me and I felt miserable. As if it wasn't bad enough living in a new town where I knew absolutely nobody, but to not even be allowed to have fun or try to make a new friend! It was too much. I went back to my book angrily. As Jolie came out of the bathroom he winked at me and I smiled into my book. At least somebody cared.

This was the last time that I saw Jolie for a while. There was a big event on campus, a large formal dance. I was looking forward to it not only to have a chance to get away from my apartment for a while, but as a chance to maybe see Jolie again. 

Things had not been going very well with John lately, and I hoped that the dance would be a chance for us to get out of our routine and really cut loose. What I didn't know what that John's idea of cutting loose was to get really drunk and hang out by the bar the whole time. I told him that I wanted to look around, and he told me to have fun. By the way he was checking out the other chicks at the bar it felt like he would rather have me out of the way. 

Dejectedly I wandered the place, looking at everything. The school had really gone way out, there were several dance floors, many bars, and even a gambling corner. I headed for the dance floor, I hadn't been on one for a really long time. I love to dance, but I really need a few drinks in me to be able to get into it.

I had looked at all the dancers when I felt hot breath on my neck. It was Jolie. I turned around to smile at him and was taken aback by how he looked. He was wearing a tuxedo that looked perfectly fitted to him. It showed his broad shoulders and tapered to his narrow waist. I thought about my thighs wrapped around his...NO! 

I had to stop doing this! Even though I was unhappy in my relationship I could not be unfaithful to my boyfriend. He was all that I had out here.

Jolie told me that I looked beautiful, and he was damn right! I was wearing a tiny black dress that showed off my long legs and tight ass. It dropped low in the front to show off my breasts that, although were not very large, were perfectly shaped and tight. My long red hair was swept off my face showing my large green eyes and long neck. I had really gone all out tonight, but John had hardly noticed. 

I saw Jolie looking me up and down as he told me how beautiful I looked again. He grabbed my hands and pulled me in for the standard Dutch three kisses on the cheeck. But instead of quickly kissing me he slowly rested his lips on my cheeks, closer and closer to my mouth each time. This sent a shock through my body, straight out to my toes with a stop off at my nipples and deep in my pussy.

I felt butterflies in my stomach as he asked me if I wanted a drink. I told him, "god yes," just as I looked over to see John nuzzling some stupid bitch on the neck. I glanced at Jolie and knew he had seen it too. Instead of speaking (I was too fucking mad to speak!) I ran out of the room. The next room I entered was another stage, pumping techno music. I felt a hand on my arm and Jolie whipped me around. 

"Look," he said, "forget about that asshole. No one in our class likes him, and no one that knows you thinks he's worthy of you."

"Who even knows me in your class!?" I wailed.

"Just me."

He said the last bit with an intense stare that bored into me. There was a long pause as it sunk in. I didn't know what to do. I had never wanted a drink more in my life and I told him so. A couple shots later he led me out to the dance floor and we started grooving. 

The more we danced the more we got into it. I just lost myself in the music that was so loud I could hardly think. And I wanted it that way. As we danced, and as we drank we got raunchier and raunchier. I wanted to be bad tonight, and he knew it.

At some point I realized that we were grinding into each other and that I was the most turned on I had ever been. As we dry humped each other on the dance floor I grabbed the collar of his tux and pulled him close to me. Just at that moment the music turned slow and sexy. 

I gave him a meaningful look and wrapped my arms around his neck. We swayed to the music as I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I angled my head so my mouth was close to his ear and barely whispered that I wanted him, almost hoping that he wouldn't hear me, hoping that this was just a dream and that I was lying in bed next to John. Then I remembered John with that stupid chick at the bar and my resolve strengthened. I told Jolie louder that I wanted him. 

He pulled away and looked at me in the eyes for a moment. Without saying a word he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room. We went to the coat check and got our things. He still hadn't spoken, and I almost preferred that. There was no way that I was going to make the first move, at least not while we were in the dance still. 

We went out to his car, and he asked me if I wanted to go back to his place. I told him that sounded fantastic. He came around to unlock my door and I wouldn't get out of his way. He pressed up against me to get me to move. As he looked down at me he groaned, "Jesus, just get in the car will you?" As you can imagine, I immediately complied. 

I had no intention of making the drive home easy for him. At first I just lightly rested my hand on his knee. But as we got closer to his place I started grabbing his leg and moving my hand closer and closer to his dick. I began to lightly stroke the crotch of his pants and was surprised to feel his dick pressing into the cloth already. John was the only guy that I had ever been with, and it always took him quite a while to get it up, no matter what I did. I had the feeling that I was in for many surprises tonight. 

We FINALLY made it to his house. He lived in a really nice apartment in a hip part of town, and from the outside it looked really chic. He struggled with the keys as I wrapped my arms around his waist and slowly pressed my hips into him from behind. He finally got the door open and we both fell inside. 

Before I knew what was happening, Jolie had me pressed up against the door. We immediately started kissing, and I could feel it in my entire body. My whole being was throbbing with the feeling of him. I pushed him back roughly and his was his turn to be thrown against the door. I was going to show no mercy tonight. 

I ground my hips into him as I kissed him, my knees felt weak as we made out on his front door. I wanted to take him right there. I could feel his hands all over me, running from my ass up to my back, squeezing my breasts and grabbing my shoulders. He grabbed me lightly by the back of my head, and with one hand on my lower back gently lowered me backwards. 

Suddenly he pulled me upright and had me off the ground in his arms. I didn't realize what he was doing until I felt a rush and suddenly his face (and consequently his mouth) was a lot closer to mine. He smashed his mouth into mine and our tounges ran over each other passionately.

He walked us into the bedroom and threw me down roughly. I laughed as I bounced and pulled him down on me. I could feel his weight pressing into me, and I liked it. We continued to kiss, but it had slowed down a bit. Instead of mad pressing of tounges it had become sensual and soft. 

He moved down my jawline and neck with his lips, nibbling, biting, licking and lightly kissing. I squealed and squirmed as he tortured me with his fabulous mouth. He was chuckling at my reaction when I pushed him off of me. 

I started to unbutton his tuxedo pants and he leaned back and let me do my thing. He lifted his hips to let his pants and boxers down when his fat cock slipped out. It was gigantic! It was about 10 inches long and very wide around. I got a little scared and exclaimed, "there's no WAY that is going in me!" He just laughed and told me we'd do the best we could. I laughed back at him as I lowered my mouth to his giant penis. 

I gently licked the head, swirling my tongue around it before I took the giant thing into my mouth. I was always able to deep throat John, but I thought there was no way I could get all of Jolie in my throat. I could hardly take all of him at once into my mouth. 

I slowly worked him into my throat until I was barely short of having all of him. I started to pump my mouth on him, swirling my tongue on each stroke. He started breathing heavily, and I started pumping faster, now with my hand as well as my mouth. He started clutching at me, and breathing erratically and I knew he was going to blow soon. 

Right as that thought went through my mind he exploded, sending blasts of cum down my throat which I greedily swallowed. I milked his cock of every last bit of cum and threw myself on him. 

He had a huge grin on his face and was babbling something in Dutch. I laughed and asked him what he had said. He looked at me with a devilish grin and told me it was my turn.

He pulled my dress off and before I knew it I was laying there naked. He asked me why I wasn't wearing any underwear like it was a crime. I gave him a mean look and he laughed and bent to my naked breast. My look changed from fake-mean to rapture as he licked and sucked my nipples. I arched my back to get as much of my breast as possible into his mouth. 

He slipped an arm under my lower back and pulled me even closer to him. He moved from one breast to the other with his mouth and now with one hand. This kind of attention was heaven. I had always thought my breasts were too small, but from the way Jolie was...well, ATTACKING them, I could sense he thought they were just fine. 

Jolie pulled his arm from under me and began to slide down my body. He kissed under my breasts, between them, down my belly and towards my pussy. I started to squirm in anticipation, and wiggle upwards to force my pussy into his mouth. He looked up and gave me a sterm glance that dissolved into laughter. "Stop it!" he said, and gripped my hips firmly and finally planted a kiss on my clit. 

I gasped, as I was not prepared for this action, but it felt so good that I was certainly not complaining. Jolie licked and sucked at my pussy for what felt like hours. He licked at the surrounding lips, tounged my hole, sucked and nibbled on my clit, moaning into it the entire time. 

He would bring me just to the edge of orgasm, and then come to a dead stop, look me right in the eye and wait for me to calm down a bit. Then he would grin and start again. Before long there was no more time between these pauses because I was so turned on. I think at that point I could have cum without being touched at all if I concentrated hard enough. I could not stand this any longer. 

I thrust myself up and threw him backwards. He landed on his back with a surprised look on his face that I relished. I began to crawl onto his lap where I could finally have his cock inside me, but then I remembered how BIG it was and hesitated. 

He grinned and twisted so I now lay under him. He spread my legs as he teased the hole of my pussy with the head of his cock. He slowly worked his way in, and I squealed as he hit my cervix. He slowly pumped in and out of me as I got used to his massive cock. My pussy was so wet from his eating me out that it didn't take long. 

After a few minutes of this I felt more than ready to take control of the situation. I manouvered until I was on top again, and rode his cock as hard as I could. It didn't take long before I had worked myself into a shuddering orgasm. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Jolie had worked me into a frenzy with his bringing me to orgasm at least ten times, but never letting me have it. 

I usually had a hard time having an orgasm without touching myself (not that that's a problem!), but I was so worked up, and Jolie's cock was so HUGE that it was stretching me tight, exposing my clit which I ground on his shaft. Orgasm was absolutely no problem as I gyrated my hips on Jolie. I came for five minutes straight until I collapsed and couldn't even move any more.

Jolie pulled out of me and flipped me over. I lay on my hands and knees with my ass in the air. He pushed his dick back into my pussy and grabbed onto my hips as he began to fuck me doggy style. This was my absolute favorite position, as it allowed him to pound his cock even further into my pussy, and gave me access to stroke my own clit. He thrust into me, banging against my cervix with every stroke. It hurt a little bit, but the pleasure far out weighed the pain. The pain even added to the pleasure in a way I had never felt before.

After several more minutes of this I was ready to cum again. I could feel Jolie's balls slap against my clit and it felt fabulous. I started to rub my clit and now I felt Jolie's balls on my hand. The soft skin there slapping against my fingers threw me over the edge and I came even harder than last time. This one was not as long, but it was much more intense. I thought my pussy was on fire, but Jolie continued to pierce me with his long cock.

After a bit Jolie stopped his relentless pounding and I moaned a little in disappointment. But not for long. I guess Jolie wanted to show me how strong he was because I found myself being held in the air by him while he stood next to the bed. He had turned me so that I now faced him and he lifted me up and down on his shaft. I wrapped my legs around his waist to give him some support and we fucked like that until he threw me against the wall and fucked me some more. 

He fucked me every which way until Sunday in that room. He had me up against every wall, he had me on the desk, on the floor and even up agains the window! That was exciting, to think that anyone could see me in a complete state of disarray. Hair wild, breasts against the glass, giant Dutch stud pounding into me from behind.

After what felt like hours Jolie was about to blow. He threw me on the bed as I carressed his face and his back. I grabbed his ass and tried to pull him deeper into me. I was close to another orgasm myself, but I didn't want to ruin his. He finally started to spasm and shoot his load into me, and I let myself go to one more mind blowing orgasm, screaming and squealing with mindless lust. 

He collapsed onto me, and we just lay there panting for a few minutes. I started to laugh and he pulled himself off of me to look at my eyes. 

"What is it?" he asked.

"I was just wrong," I replied, rubbing his bald head. 

He looked a little dejected and started to roll off of me when I grabbed him.

"No, no, no," I said, "I was wrong...your cock fits perfectly!"



One Night Stand?



After listening intently to Tool's Third eye, I decided to use the imagery that one would see in Alex Grey's works. The CoSM (Church of Sacred Mirrors) houses the work that inspired the surreal aspect of this story. Alex Grey has made artwork for Tool on the Album Lateralus and those paintings reflect the imagery used in Third Eye. I hope you enjoy yourself with the erotica as well with the surrealism of opening the third eye through sex.

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He stood on the doorway, blocking any way out. He spoke softly, so softly, that I thought it might have been the wind. His hands, rough from a days work, held a glass of wine with such finesse. His stare was fixed on me, and it send chills down my spine. I sat on the bed-- his bed-- wondering when this waiting game would end. It's not as if being with him was a bad thing, but that it had to end sooner or later. The dread that followed every encounter frustrated me.

His delicate features beguiled the roughness of his body. The scars I've seen were evident of hard labor. His demeanor betrayed all the scarring, all the hardness that one was entitled after strenuous work. He was a walking contradiction.

He walked towards me, glass in hand, with intention to join the bedside. I let him do as he wanted, noting that there was no hesitation in his steps. His hand made a detour on the armoire and set the down the glass. His buttoned shirt came off at the top, revealing what seemed to be a proud chest. He sat down beside me and took my hand on his. I knew what he wanted, almost entirely, before he said a word. I knew the first time I saw him.

When he walked beside me and sat down on the stool, I sensed the lust. That flame that ignited his loins made itself known to me. Clinking his drink to get my attention, his first words were: "I think you're hot."

That might have been the alcohol talking, but seeing as how he'd come to me first, with that tone that let me know just how serious he was, I gave it little doubt. I glanced around my surroundings, just making sure who was in my premises. Two men talking two stool to my left. Three guys dancing behind me. A man spoiling for attention, and a hell of a lot more interesting than me. My average features portrayed no specialness. No sexual mojo that would drive the men wild. I could almost escape notice, and often times did. This beautiful Adonis took notice of average me.

I got up to walk away and he stood beside me. He was slightly taller than my five foot six. I put down a ten dollar bill and walked away. Yet this auburn-haired hunk followed me drink in hand. His brown eyes wanted me. Walking past the dancing guys, making my way away from the kissing couples, relentlessly he followed. I walked into the men's room and made my way to the urinal. I did my business and walked to the sink and washed my hands. He was there beside me washing his as well. He smiled at me and said: "Follow me."

To his hotel room.

He pushed me down on his bed with a hard kiss. He had grabbed my hand and pushed his free hand up my shirt to feel my stomach and my chest. He sent his hand free of my chest and placed it on the bed for support. His tongue licked my lips after a kiss and invited me to do the same. I felt his tongue with mine and enjoyed every bit of the kiss. He bit my bottom lip and gave it a suck before ending the kiss. He had let go of my hand was totally on top of me. He looked down at my expression, enjoying the sensation. I wanted it, but I did not dare command, and my face gave it all away. The way my eyes looked hungry for more and expected to be ravaged. My breath became shallow and aroused. My cock strained against the fabric to stand.

He got up for a moment to throw away the shirt, let down his pants and remove my shirt. My hands were busy undoing my pants, my eyes were fixated on his. I kicked them off and got up on the bed. I pushed up with my hands and turned myself around. I crawled to the head of the bed, where the wall met the headboard and put my hands against the wall. His hand came up to my chest and caressed my to pull me to his body. He pushed my head to one side nibbled on my neck, making a trail up to my neck. His lips nipped at my ear and tickled my skin. This sent shivers through my body and made me whimper. I closed my eyes. I had to.

While his hands were free to roam, I pushed my ass to his crotch. I rubbed it up and down his noticeable erection. I could tell he liked it. Then I felt the pain. Like light beaming to your unready eye, it burned. Within the darkness of the room, where my underwear and his rubbed in animalistic heat, a pain surged through and through. I wanted more. I whimpered for the sensation of his lips pressed against my neck. His teeth scratching my skin as he bit on my shoulder.

The pain of the light gave to the darkness of the room again as I opened my eyes. I turned around and placed my lips upon his nipple. I sucked and bit and licked, and made him whimper as he'd done me. I pushed my hands down onto his boxers and pulled them down to release him. I held his prick on my hand and felt him grow more. He would put my tool to shame, but it didn't matter. I jerked him slowly as I placed his other nipple in my mouth. Feeling his circumcised penis drove the want in me more. I closed me eyes again licking my way down to his stomach.

And the light came again.

Blue lines, all in array, danced all round me. They made circles all around my body. I saw his body before me, engulfed in lights that seemed never to dull. Same lines came from him identical to mine. Threads of light that binded us together and separated us in the process. A golden glow trapping our essence shone brightly and blinded me.

I opened my eyes and he was throwing himself on top of me. Laying again on the bed, he pulled my briefs and freed my cock from its restraints. He grabbed it as I'd grabbed him and jerked me almost tenderly. He pulled my foreskin down and licked the head and shaft. He placed my prick into his mouth and gave it a good suck. I grabbed the sheets underneath and let them go almost immediately. I wanted it to last longer. I groaned for more and he happily gave. Bobbing his head up and down my cock with the tenderness he'd shown earlier and a passion unknown to me.

I had to stop him, and he complied. He let me up and stood on the bed on his knees. I pushed him down as he'd done me and licked his nipples. I sucked one hard and made my way down to his crotch. His prick made its way from my chest to my chin and to my cheek. I caressed the head of his prick with my skin as it made its way to my awaiting mouth. My tongue jutted out forward and licked it up and down. I lubed up the head and placed it in my mouth. I suckled the head and let it out with a sigh. I inserted it again in my mouth and went down, forcing it deep into my mouth that I almost gagged. I bobbed my head as he had done me. I kept his prick in my mouth and moaned and closed my eyes again.

I felt the loneliness of the self and saw him laying down underneath me. His golden glow diminishing and the blue threads increasing in intensity. I felt his thoughts invading my body, forcing my golden glow to dissipate, and caressing my cheek. Our bodies seem to mold into one singular entity as the fervor of our fucking intensified. Almost as if his thoughts were my thoughts, or vice versa. I opened my eyes but the images never went away. I saw his body enshrouded in blue threads and golden borders. His cock in my mouth thrusted hard and I let it go with a loud gasp. I got up almost wildly from between his legs and inhaled and exhaled loudly. My hand went to my cock and I tugged. I felt the border of my being unwavering but at the same time giving away, eroding. He got up as well and looked deep into my eyes. Blue orbs that seemed almost unearthly pierced mine. Yet I recognized the lust behind them. I turned around again and placed my hands on the wall as I had done before. His hand reached for my hips and made me jut my ass toward him. I felt the sticky-watery sensation on the crack of my ass. It slimed its way down and the pressing of a hard member invaded the deep recesses of my crevice. He pushed hard and entered my ass with ease and slowed his way in. I winced as soon as he broke his way in and I pressed my chest onto the wall.

"God damn!" I said. Biting my bottom lip gently, I forced myself to push with his thrusts. I felt my own body give way to the intrusion and the border die down. The golden glow of my body was replaced with the orange glow deep within my being. Like a fire, intense, did it appear. My shallow breaths and my pushing back to meet his thrusts enticed him. And up against the wall I saw the shimmering of his fire. His groans and moans, rhythmically intoned with his thrusts, got louder. His hands held my hips hard against his. He pushed and pulled out and fucked my ass as hard as he could. His flame grew with each bump and grind. Brighter it shone against the wall. My own flame was intensifying with each hump and fuck. I licked my lips as I got closer to my own climax. His flame broke out and engulfed mine, and we were again one entity. The heat burned me deep even though my body was gone. I felt his thoughts of pleasure up against my mind, and felt his kiss. I closed my eyes, and the images went away.

I opened my eyes and the darkness became unbearable. I groaned as I felt him cum in my ass. His prick drove deep in my ass and left his load. I whimpered and moaned and spent myself on the headboard.

I got up from the bed after crashing down on it. He had followed suit right beside me. He fell asleep immediately and I got dressed. I took a sip from the wine he'd left on the armoire and walked away, never to see him again.



One Night Stand?



I had wanted to wear my boots for so long, just waiting for an excuse to pull them out. Tonight's charity event was exactly what I needed. 

I decided the event was too formal for my short skirt/ thigh-high boot combo, and instead went for a more sedate knee-length black skirt, mid-shin boots, and a dark green vee-neck top. I left my hair down and topped the look off with silver jewelry and minimal make-up.

The drive was long, slow and hot, leaving me time to ponder the evening, think about how I wanted it to go. While stuck in traffic I decided to make a change to my outfit, removing my black panties and leaving them in the car. My skirt was long enough that there was no risk of exposure, but the hidden knowledge was enough to start my juices flowing.

The parking lot was full, but a flirty smile with security was enough to get me through the gates into a reserved space. (After all, being a woman does have its' advantages.)

I spent the evening mingling with the well-to-do's, tired of repeating the same inane small talk. I could feel your eyes on me as I moved between the bodies, stopping to chat with those I knew. I sensed you near the edge of the group and flashed you a look. 

You were surprised to have been caught staring and quickly cast your eyes down, a response I very much approved of. I am a dominant woman by nature, and felt ever more powerful in my present state of dress. I flashed you another look, throwing in a small smile for good measure, before moving on to another section.

The rest of the evening was more of the same, flirting from a distance, going about our business. Meanwhile my panty-less pussy was getting hotter and wetter by the minute. After about an hour of dancing around each other I felt as though I had put in enough of an appearance at the event to move on and start making plans for the rest of the evening.

Let the teasing begin! When I knew you were watching I would lick or bite my lips, stroke my hair, touch my chest, batting my eye lashes even. Whatever I could do to keep your attention and make you squirm. 

I was sitting on a bar stool, waiting on my drink when you decided to make your move. "Hi, I'm Jeff," you said, sticking out your hand to shake.

I looked at you for a moment, sizing you up, before deciding to take your hand, not in a handshake, but sideways, pulling it toward myself. I smiled at your confusion, "Hi Jeff." 

I stroked your hand, looking you deep in the eyes, biting my lip, deciding. "Have you eaten?" I asked, still holding your hand.

"Uh, yeah, I ate here."

Still looking you in the eyes I brought your hand down, touching my bare knee. You gasped in surprise, but continued looking into my eyes as I slid your hand upward under my skirt. I smiled as your hand began to travel on its' own accord, stopping at my upper thighs.

"Care for some dessert?" I queried and spread my legs slightly until your fingers found my bare pussy lips. Now it was my turn to gasp as you gently stroked my outer pussy lips, freshly shaven and damp with my excitement.

It was payback time now as you teased me, causing my breath to tremble and my legs to turn to jelly. I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the wonderful feeling your fingers were creating. But I wanted more.

I pulled your hand out from beneath my skirt, bringing it up to my face. I breathed deeply, inhaling the lovely sex smell, before putting two of your fingers into my mouth. I sucked my juices off your fingers, enjoying the taste of sex, watching your face as you stared at my mouth. I slowly slid them out from between my lips, but didn't release your hand. 

Standing up, I lead you around the side of the outdoor venue. I leaned against a wall and pulled you fully against me. We kissed deeply, wetly, our tongues fighting for dominance. Your hands were on my body, traveling between my chest, hips and ass before grabbing hold of my hair and tilting my head back. 

Your mouth kissed along my jaw to my ear and down my neck. I twisted my fingers in your hair, nearly panting with excitement. "I want you to go down on me," I moaned. "Eat me, right here."

You hesitated only long enough to look into my eyes before dropping to your knees down by my lovely boots and lifting my skirt. I gasped as your warm tongue licked along my pussy lips, now dripping with wetness. I lifted one leg and put it over your shoulder, leaning further into the wall behind me. Your tongue probed deeply, no longer just teasing.

Each time you brushed against my clit I would moan aloud, unable to contain it. My legs were shaking; I was so excited by your skillful mouth. I curled my fingers in your hair again, moaning, "Oh, don't stop, I'm gonna cum!"

You pushed first one finger, then a second into my pussy, your tongue centered on my clit. You finger fucked me a few times before pulling them out of my pussy and quickly shoving them in my ass. That did it, even with a hand in my mouth I couldn't muffle my delight as I came, and came and came. You never stopped lapping it up, which just prolonged my intense orgasm. I shuddered several times, unable to release my hand in your hair or relax my legs around your head for a few moments. You continued licking and slurping at my pussy without complaint.

Once my breathing slowed and I felt I could support my own weight I leaned back, removing my leg from your shoulder. You sat back on your feet, licking your lips and looking at me, pleased with yourself. I grabbed your shirt in my fist, and you quickly stood up. I licked your chin, tasting myself on your face, and again we kissed, exchanging my juices between our mouths.

It took another few moments before I felt like I could think straight, but once I could I knew exactly what I wanted from you next. Smiling, now incredibly relaxed, I led you toward the parking lot. I found a dark, secluded corner and dropped to my knees. 

You watched as I undid your fly and pulled out your fat, hard cock. I leaned in and licked your cock head, inhaling your musky scent. I licked your from base to tip, before sucking you into my mouth, sliding down from tip to base. I pumped up and down a few times before releasing your cock to nibble and suck your balls. They were heavy with cum and just begging for a tonguing. 

I licked my way back up the length of your hard cock, sliding my tongue rings fully along the sensitive underside, looking up at you from under my eyelashes. I wrapped my lips around the head, pumping up and down a few times, watching your eyes grow heavy with lust. 

As much as I love the taste of cock, I was still in need of more. I slurped on your cock a little more before taking it in my hand to stroke as I stood up. "I want you to fuck me," I moaned, turning my back to you, feeling your hard cock against my ass. Your hands went down to my hips instantly, grinding yourself against me.

I leaned over the hood of a car and raised the back of my skirt, inviting you. You moaned into my hair, sliding your cock up and down my pussy lips. With one hard thrust your cock was buried in me and I moaned loudly, no longer trying to stifle myself. 

You fucked me hard and deep, one hand on my hips, the other under my shirt, squeezing my tits through my bra. I was moaning loudly now, pushing my hips back to meet each of your thrusts. You were pinching my nipples, driving me wild. I love the feel of your hard dick thrusting in and out of my body, in and out, in and out. 

You reached up and twisted your fist in my hair, tugging back firmly. A few more hard thrusts from your hips I and was in orbit, gushing all over your hard cock. I could feel my pussy spasm around your cock, feel you thrust against me and then I felt your own juices erupt as you pulled back harder on my hair.

We both collapsed onto the car, panting, when voices began to draw close. We quickly straightened ourselves, adjusting our clothing and stood back innocently as several people passed by.

I gave you a quick kiss on the lips before turning to leave, giving you a wink over my shoulder. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Jeff."

You smiled back knowingly. "See you at home?"



One Night Stand???



She stood, admiring the way the white shirt clung ever so slightly to his chest, and his jeans fitted him well too. Blushing as she caught herself looking at his groin, Mia turned back to her friends at the bar. The slightly tanned stranger came over and introduced himself as Paul (I'm 34, single and well hung. What are you doing later?). He liked the way she looked; bouncy auburn hair loosely pulled back and draped over one shoulder, a classically styled lbd, simple gold necklace, sheer tights and golden peep-toe wedges. Damn they made her legs look good... She coyly offered him her hand. 

"Pleased to meet you, Paul 34 single and well hung. I'm Mia, 29 also single and have no plans yet." 

She smiled as he kissed her hand. Paul led Mia off to the dance floor. Just as they arrived, the mood changed. The lights dimmed, the smoke machine hissed gently and 'Wonderful Tonight', by Eric Clapton filled the air. Chuckling like seniors at Prom, they wandered out to the centre of the slightly sticky wooden floor and drifted into a close sway. Instinctively, Mia rested her head on Paul's shoulder feeling slightly aroused and sighed deeply. Paul smiled, trying to control the stirring of his groin. He lifted her head gently and kissed her lips softly; she replied by biting his lip and the passion intensified.

After grabbing their coats (and a few comments from their respective groups of friends) they left and hailed the nearest cab. Sliding across the long bench seat they embraced and kissed deeply, Paul's hand sliding across Mia's chest, before being interrupted. 

"Where to guv?" 

Paul gave his address before they continued their backseat groping. Mia's nipples were hard, thanks to Paul's continued attention on them. They arrived at Paul's apartment and made their way up the stairs, stopping to grope and fondle every few steps. 

Finally inside, they stopped and stared deep into each others eyes. 

"There's something you should know," started Paul. Terror spread across Mia's face. "Oh God, no, nothing like that!" he continued "There are - are things I'm into, sexually - let me show you." 

Mia followed him tentatively down the hall. He opened the last door, and she peeked around, not knowing what to expect. She gasped in amazement at what confronted her. The wall to her left was adorned with cuffs, chokers, blindfolds, whips, ropes, paddles and masks whilst another had shelves covered in dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, lube bottles and strap-ons. 

"I like sex..." he confessed. 

"No shit!" was all she could manage. In the centre of the room was a wrought iron-framed double bed with loops (he called them 'a design feature') along each of the 4 corner posts. It was decorated with a deep blue satin bed cover and pillows. 

"Would you like to come in?" he asked, almost scared of her response. Slowly she pushed the door open and stepped in. Behind the door was a small chiller. Mia couldn't help but peek - champagne, ice and a glass butt plug. Mia smiled seductively, slipped her shoes off and slid effortlessly onto the bed. Paul needed no further invitation. He joined her and their passions were rekindled. With clothes soon removed, their bodies entwined in passion. Aching for things to progress, Mia shuffled down the bed; kissing Paul's toned chest and stomach. 

Anticipating what was to come, he turned onto his back, giving Mia full sight of his erection. She licked the tip of the waiting 8 inches. Paul adjusted himself slightly, so as he could watch and Mia licked her lips and leant down taking the end of his circumcised cock in her mouth. Paul trembled. She held him and sucked on him intently, stroking her tongue along his shaft. Feeling him harden even more, she switched her attention to his balls; licking them, resting her teeth on them and stroking the ever so sensitive spot just behind them. Paul squirmed in pleasure. Mia returned her focus onto his twitching cock. Their eyes met as she plunged his hard length down into the back of her throat. Suppressing her gagging reflex, she did it over and over, increasing her grip and her speed willing him to cum in her throat. She felt him stiffen and thrash, but Mia was determined to continue; she felt dirty and it was making her wetter than she was already. Knowing it is bad practise to slow down once started, she continued sinking his cock into her throat and it wasn't long before Paul's whole body stiffened in orgasm. The warm cum shot down the back of her throat and she gladly swallowed every drop. She waited til his erection waned before looking up at him and letting his shrinking length slip out of her mouth. 

"Thank you." he gasped. She returned to the top of the bed, Paul looked deep into her eyes and trailed a finger down her side, giving Mia goosebumps all over. Soon he was nuzzling her neck and rolling her nipples between his finger & thumb. Her body ached for his touch. As he kissed and caressed her skin, he worked his way toward her throbbing sex. Without prompting, she spread her legs in anticipation. This wasn't enough for Paul. As his head dived toward her soaked crotch, he held her spread knees up to her chest and licked hungrily at her cunt. 

He came up for breath and reached for the longest straps. He deftly tied one end of each to her legs, just above the knee, and the other end to the bedposts near Mia's head. This freed his hands to play with her til she burst. He stroked her sensitive lips, nibbled her clit and slipped his finger inside her dripping slit. Making the most of her vulnerable position, his tongue darted around her anus before forcing his tongue into her tight hole. Mia screamed in delight - no one had ever done this to her before. Paul slipped two fingers in her cunt and started fucking her. He pressed down on her clit, trying to hold her hips still. He pushed three fingers inside her and fucked some more - he could tell she was loving it. With a brief pause, he pulled his sopping hand away and slipped one wet finger inside her ass. It was what he had first noticed about her in the bar. 

"How does this feel?" he asked, partially expecting her to be disgusted. 

"Ohhhh, that feels amazing - nobody's ever done this to me before." To Paul that was as good as 'Green Light'. Slowly, he massaged her ass and stretched her tight hole. Two fingers. He continued finger-fucking her virgin butt. With a slap for good measure he got up and explored the shelves. He picked the slimmest buttplug he could find and lubed it well. Returning to Mia's exposed holes, he slipped the plug inside her. Mia let out a long groan. Tonight, he was not going to take her virginity - he was convinced they'd meet again. By now his erection had regained its strength and was in need of a tight hole to fuck. He rested his cock on her. 

"Please..." she gasped "Fuck me, do it now - no more playing." Doing exactly as she asked, he eased his prick inside her until his shaft disappeared into her neatly shaven slit. Paul fucked her, slowly at first then he let rip and pounded Mia senseless. With her legs still tied up, she shuffled a free hand down to her clit and started rubbing. It wasn't long before Mia was cumming hard. She screamed as her body convulsed in orgasm (she thinks there may have been two or three in total). Her ass clamped hard around the plug and her cunt was squeezing Paul til she milked every drop of cum out of him. Mia's arm fell limp by her side, completely spent from the strongest orgasm of recent times. Paul eased his cock and the buttplug out from Mia's holes and untied her legs. They fell asleep wrapped contentedly around each other.



One-Night Stand



I woke up feeling hazy and a little confused. Where was I? I remember some alcohol, a casual get-together with some friends at a bar. It had been just a regular night out until a whiskey and water had appeared in front of me. The barkeeper pointed down the bar, and my head slowly turned until I saw her. She sashayed over to me and I couldn't believe my luck. 

She was an incredible blonde, with full, deep, red lips. Her hair—did I say blonde?—billowed down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were deep brown , and her face looked straight out of a magazine. The next thing I noticed was her tits—I couldn't help it; they jutted straight out toward my face and were concealed by a spaghetti-strapped miracle in fire-red. Her deep cleavage was apparent—and I swore I saw a flash of hard nipple—as she sat down on the barstool next to me. As she did, her miniskirt rode up past mid-thigh and I appreciated her flat, tight stomach. Her legs were tight and long, and ended in four-inch heels. 

"Like what you see, sailor?" she winked.

"Sorry for staring."

"Don't worry about it," she leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Girls get dressed up so that guys will notice them—it's flattering."

The other thing I couldn't help noticing was the rock on her fourth finger. 

"He's out of town, he's rich, and he doesn't love me, let alone fuck me."

I was surprised at her bluntness, and also surprised that anyone with male hormones could let a girl like this go a single night without at least one healthy bout of nail-dragging, grunting, deep, tit-mauling, sex. 

"So why me?"

"I can tell you're a good guy, and a little lonely. And I really like the way you look at me—it's sweet and makes me hot at the same time."

She was remarkably perceptive—my job often made relationships short, with unhappy endings. But I was not going to let this bout of incredible luck go. 

The rest of he night was a blur. As I thought about it, I recalled a cab ride back to my apartment, groping her ass under her skirt as she straddled me. It took me a second to realize that I was just feeling her bare ass, and even her tight crack had not a hint of thong. That thought made me hard as a rock last night, and I felt the blood rushing to my groin the next morning as I remembered the rest of the night. She was insatiable, and we'd done it at least five different ways—she rode me both facing me so I could see her bouncing tits and shaved—oh yeah, shaved—snatch, and she rode me the other way so I could watch her jiggling ass. I pounded her doggystyle, ate her out in a 69, and even did it long and slow missionary style. But the one thing I was sure of was that she would be gone. A married woman out for a wild night of fun would not be around to regret the consequences. 

Small slurping noises proved me wrong. I opened my eyes and she was there, her mouth firmly entrenched on my dick. I heard a pop as my cock slipped out of her mouth, rock hard.

"Hey sailor, good morning. I thought you'd never wake up."

"Last night was amazing."

"We're not done yet." She slowly licked the very tip of my cock, and licked up the precum that was now freely flowing from it. I groaned deep in my throat as she deepthroated me. I grabbed her and brought that sweet pussy to my face. I love shaved snatch! I went to work, licking and sucking her clit, and slowly fucking her with my tongue. I decided to get adventurous and licked across her whole pussy—then kept going until I felt her tight, shaved, puckered anal ring. She moaned across my cock as I stabbed into her tight ass with my tongue and massaged her asscheeks. She responded by stroking me and licking my heavy balls for a minute. She sucked deeply on her finger and started rubbing my ass. I couldn't believe it—this had never happened to me before. She deepthroated me and slowly guided her middle finger into my ass. I'd never felt anything like it; I could feel my cock getting incredibly hard. The pressure on my prostate was almost impossible to resist. I went back to eating her pussy and jammed my finger up her ass—this was rapidly becoming my most intense sexual encounter ever. I could feel so many things—her mouth and throat enveloping my cock, the tight heat of the inside of her rectum on my finger, her hair brushing my thighs, her juice on my face, and her incredible finger in my ass. I couldn't take it any longer—I sucked deeply on her clit, she groaned gutturally and exploded onto my face in a shower of juice. Her finger reflexively tightened on my prostate, and I couldn't resist the pressure anymore. My cock let spurt after spurt of come shoot into her mouth. She swallowed every single drop—well, almost. When I turned her over to fuck her there was a little dribble of my come sliding down the side of her lip. I licked it and French-kissed her. We both moaned as I sucked on her tongue and tasted my come; she tasted her juices and licked all around my lips. 

Amazingly, I was still hard. I pulled her on top of me and she went to town. I sucked on each of her tits as my cock was buried in her pussy. I grabbed her asscheeks and feverishly felt for her anus. When I found it, she jerked and moaned as I shoved my finger into her rectum. She pushed down on my hard, and she began to spew the most filthy, beautiful dirty talk I've ever heard.

"God damn, that fat cock feels so good in my cunt. Don't you dare stop fucking me, FUCK, yes that's it, harder, you bastard..."

I responded my telling her how tight her cut and ass were and how I wanted to fuck her in the ass like a slut.

"You want to fuck that tight ass, baby? Why don't you just go ahead and fuck my ass..."

So I did—I flipped her over and shoved my tight cock up her rectum as hard and fast as I could. Her dirty talk had degenerated into grunts and moans, as had mine. My fingers joined hers on her clit and and we were both rewarded with her powerful orgasm—which I felt even as I was buried in her ass. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I groaned deeply and let my load spurt into her ass. We were finally both spent and both us and the sheets were splattered with a mix of our come.

"Ready for a shower, Mrs. Johnson?"

"Sure I am, Mr. Johnson."

As I finger-fucked her tight ass in the shower and she jacked me off, I whispered in her mouth, "That was the best one-night stand ever."

"Shut up and stop messing around. If you're going to fuck that ass, you better just put your dick in it."

"Deal." She even let me come in her mouth afterwards...



One-Night Stand



'Christ, he's gorgeous!'

I looked at my mother in surprise - we were sitting at a small table in the dining room of the hotel, and she was staring over my shoulder, wide-eyed, running the tip of her tongue over her full, slightly pouting red lips.

We were on a long weekend break, and had flown in this morning. We'd spent the afternoon on the beach, sunning ourselves, and my mother's skin was glowing in the softly-lit dining room. She was wearing a cream sun dress with a deeply-plunging neckline that revealed the inner curves of her swelling breasts- the dress was backless, and left her arms and shoulders bare, and with her fair, shoulder-length hair and brilliant blue eyes I thought that it was she who looked gorgeous.

'He's sitting at a table behind you, by the window, with an older woman - can you see him in the mirror, darling?'

My mother's back was to the wall, with me facing her, and behind her was a mirror that ran the length of the room, from about five feet from the floor to the ceiling, and I quickly scanned the room. It wasn't difficult to see the object of my mother's attention - he was dark-haired, deeply tanned, handsome in a flashy way, quite tall, and he was obviously looking at my mother, a slight smile on his face.

'Yes, I can see him - and it looks as though he fancies you too, Mum. Looks like a bit of a gigolo ...'

'Don't be nasty, darling! He's very good-looking, and he keeps staring at me - the look in his eyes sends shudders through me ...'

I grinned at her - she never made any secret of her voracious appetite for men, and I was used to her constantly falling in lust with someone who appealed to her. She'd just broken off with a Hungarian, and she'd confessed that his brother had often joined in, which had only doubled her pleasure.

'Let's give him something else to look at,' she murmured, and deliberately dropped her serviette to the floor. When she unhurriedly bent down to retrieve it, her dress fell away from her body, giving him - and, incidentally, me - a full view of her bra-less breasts, and then she straightened up, equally slowly, staring at the man all the while. She touched the serviette to her lips, and then took a sip of wine. 'I think he enjoyed that,' she said contentedly. I was tempted to say that I did, too, but I just grinned again.

'Dance with me, darling! And hold me close - I want to make him jealous!'

The dance floor was tiny, and it would have been difficult not to dance close together, but my mother moulded her body to mine so that she was pressed against me from her breasts to her groin, and our legs moved between each other's thighs. She slid her bare arm round my neck, and I let my hand wander over her naked back, involuntarily remembering how it had felt when I'd rubbed oil into her soft skin on the beach that afternoon.

'Turn me round, darling, so that he can admire my bum,' she whispered, and I obligingly moved round so that her back was towards him, still smoothing my hand over her shoulders, until I let it drop to her bottom, squeezing it and forced her even tighter against my crotch. Mum smiled, and snuggled her face against my neck.

'That should have done something for him, dear,' she breathed in my ear.

I grunted, and forced myself to grin. 'It certainly did something for me,' I said. It was impossible that she couldn't feel my growing erection, and she giggled.

'Don't be silly, darling - I'm your mother!'

When we got back to our table Mum took a sip of wine, staring at the man over the rim of her glass. Our table was tiny, and our knees were touching, but she swung her legs sideways and crossed them in full view of the man, her skirt eased high up her bare thighs.

'That woman with him - look at her!' The man's companion was a dumpy, plain-looking woman, but expensively dressed, with glittering jewellry at her throat and wrists, and she gobbled her food hungrily, all the while talking to the man who appeared not to pay any attention.

'I bet she's his wife - and she's rich, and he married her for her money!' my mother said speculatively. 'And he's looking for a woman who's - more interesting!'

Just then the woman got up and waddled towards the powder room. The man looked round and signalled to a waiter, and when he hurried over the man borrowed a pen and paper and scribbled something, and then nodded towards my mother. The waiter brought the note to our table and my mother looked at it. She smiled and looked at the man, then raised the note to her lips. Then she looked at the waiter.

'Please tell the gentleman "Room 504"', she said, and the waiter nodded and bowed. 'Certainly, Madame!'

Room 504 was my mother's room, and she looked at me excitedly. 'The note said, "I want you"!'

We leisurely finished our meal, with my mother constantly exchanging glances with the man. Mum and I danced again, even more erotically than before – when we approached his table, she rubbed her breasts against my chest and brushed her lips against mine while she stared at him suggestively, as if to say 'I wish this was you I was doing these things to!'

When we returned to our table, she slipped her hand into her dress and deliberately fondled her breast for his benefit, and again crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up even higher than before. But then the wife got to her feet, and the man reluctantly rose with her. He smiled at my mother sadly and shrugged helplessly, and they both left the restaurant.

My mother tried to hide her disappointment, and not long afterwards we, too, went up to our rooms. They were adjoining, with a connecting door between them – Mum was holding my hand, and I went into her room with her. She sighed.

'I expect he's fucking that cow, and thinking of me!' she said. She shivered. 'I wonder what he'd like to do to me ...' then her face brightened. 'Perhaps he'll come later! Good night, darling! Sleep tight! If he does come, I'll try not to make too much noise!'

She kissed me on the lips – she was probably still thinking of the man, and was obviously excited, because the kiss was surprisingly passionate, with her mouth working on mine for several long moments – she didn't object when I put my arm around her, with my hand on her bare back as I pressed her against me, and then I went into my own room, once again nursing a throbbing erection.

The next morning we had breakfast by the pool – Mum was wearing a cotton beach robe over her bikini, and I wasn't the only one to look at her body admiringly. But her face showed her disappointment.

'He didn't come to my room, darling,' she said miserably. 'I waited and waited, but ... I suppose he couldn't get away from that old bitch of his. But I know he wanted to, wanted to have me instead ...'

After breakfast we swam in the pool, and then stretched out side by side on sun-beds. I'd brought a book, partly to take my mind off my mother's body, and I was just getting into it when Mum put her hand on my arm.

'Here they come, darling! God, isn't he wonderful?'

The man and his fat wife appeared, and I saw him glance around until he spotted my mother. His face lit up, and he guided the woman to a couple of loungers at right angles to ours, and they settled down. I studied the woman – she had small, piggy eyes and a tight, thin-lipped mouth, and she had on a one-piece bathing suit from which her vast breasts bulged. Her hair was unnaturally black, the colour that only comes from a bottle, and her thighs were flabby, and when the man started to rub her back with oil her fat shoulders wobbled beneath his hands. My mother, by contrast, had a firm, luscious body, and she radiated sexuality from every pore as she smiled demurely at the man.

The morning passed slowly – I was acutely conscious of the unspoken flirtation that was going on, with my mother constantly wriggling to give the man a better view of her, raising first one knee and then the other, parting her legs invitingly, and rubbing herself with oil. At last, she glanced around – many of the women were topless, and she reached behind her back to unfasten her bikini top. She let it drop to the ground, and proceeded to rub oil on her naked breasts, her nipples stiffening as she circled her palms on her breasts, all the while watching the man's reactions. I had reactions of my own, feeling my penis hardening as I looked at her.

There was a coffee bar by the poolside, and when the man got up and went over to it my mother jumped to her feet and followed him, her full breasts swinging provocatively. I saw her rub herself against him as they stood side by side, and they exchanged a few words, wwhile she gazed at him adoringly. When she returned carrying two plastic cups of coffee her eyes were sparkling and her face was flushed, and when I glanced at her nipples I saw that they were jutting rigidly.

'He wanted to know who you were, and I told him you were my young lover!' She giggled. 'He said that you looked young enough to be my son! I said you were wonderful, with fantastic stamina, but that it was all right – you didn't mind sharing me – and then he said "tonight", darling! – That was all – just "tonight", but it was enough!' Mum said delightedly as she handed me a coffee.

I sighed to myself – I knew that I'd hear all about it later. For as long as I could remember my mother had had a compulsion to talk about sex, and as I was the only one around she seemed to forget that I was her son, and she chatted to me like a friend and confidant, or maybe a confessor. After she'd been with a man she invariably came into my room, sometimes just in her underwear, or a short slip with nothing under it, or maybe a robe, and insisted on telling me about it. I always slept in the raw, and the sight of her with hardly anything on, talking about sex while I was lying in bed naked made me, to say the least, hugely uncomfortable. Sometimes I rested my hand on her bare leg, or she'd snuggle against me and I'd put my arm round her, feasting my eyes on her cleavage, and more than once her breasts were completely visible if she wasn't wearing a bra.

'He was wonderful! He came again and again! It nearly killed me!' she'd say. Another time it was 'Darling, he was beautifully hung, and I sucked him like mad. I love having a man's cock in my mouth!' And once: 'He looked me up and down, and my blood ran cold. I knew he wanted to hurt me, and I could hardly wait. Sometimes I like a man to be rough with me. Look what he did to me!' She was still wearing her dress, and she hoisted it up to show me the bruises he'd made on her thighs, apparently forgetting that at some stage she'd lost her panties, and I got a glimpse of her neatly trimmed bush. Then she slipped the dress off her shoulder so that I could see the marks on her breast and back. 

It wasn't only after she'd had sex that she wanted to talk – almost anything would set her off. One Saturday morning she was loading the washing machine, and she looked down at herself. She was wearing a brightly coloured patterned sweater and tight jeans, and she peeled off the sweater and tossed it into the machine. 'It's about time it had a wash,' she said. She never bothered about wandering around half naked. Sometimes she'd come out of the bathroom clutching a towel to her breasts, undisturbed that from behind she was completely naked, and I'd stare at her bare back and swaying bottom.

Now, her bra consisted of a couple of scraps of virtually transparent lace that revealed her nipples in all their glory, but she just sat down at the kitchen table unconcernedly. 'I've only just realised – I had a sweater just like that when I was a girl!' she said.

She giggled. 'I was wearing it – or rather, I had been wearing it – when I lost my virginity! I used to go around with these three boys – two brothers and their cousin. They were four or five years older than me. It started off with me asking them to kiss me, and then I made them feel my tits. We went round to the cousin's house one Sunday when his parents were out, and I asked them if they'd like to see me with nothing on. Then we started kissing and touching each other, but of course it didn't end there, and soon the oldest boy had his dick in me, and then they had me in turns all afternoon!'

Afterwards I saw my mother with her jeans undone, her hand down inside her panties, probably thinking about that first time as she fingered herself ...

Once we were watching TV when and old Spencer Tracy film came on, and Mum shivered. 'He always reminds me of a boyfriend – man friend, really - I had when I was a girl. He was in his forties, old enough to be my father, and I let him abduct me for a week. He kept me naked the whole time, and he had these toy handcuffs, and sometimes he used them on me. Sometimes he chained me to the kitchen table. He just grabbed me whenever he liked and had me ... if I did anything wrong he'd slap me, and then have me ... one night he made me sleep on the floor naked, with just a blanket ... I loved it ...'

But now, suddenly it was lunchtime, and the man and his wife went into the hotel. After a while they appeared at their table by the window, overlooking us at the poolside. My mother rolled onto her stomach, her head pillowed on her arms, looking towards them.

'Rub me with some oil, darling – I want him to see your hands on me!'

Dutifully, I perched on the sun bed beside her and started to rub oil on her, starting with her back and shoulders and working my way down. I paused long enough to let my fingers stroke the sides of her bare breasts, and Mum wriggled involuntarily. Her bikini bottom was just a skimpy triangle of material that made no attempt to cover her rounded cheeks, and when I reached it I sank my fingers into her exposed flesh, moving on to the backs of her smooth thighs.

We were both aware of the man watching my every move, and I deliberately slid my hand between her legs, letting him see me touching her sex through the thin material. Then I started working on her bottom in earnest, squeezing her yielding cheeks and letting my fingers creep inside her bikini bottom until they slid into the crack between her buttocks and linger for a long moment, and Mum gave a little gasp.

'Look at him, darling! You're driving him crazy!'

I was driving myself pretty wild, too, caressing her like that, even if it was for the man's benefit. It reminded me of the time Mum had spent the night with a man who had beaten her. The next day she soaked in the bath, and then she lay face down on her bed, naked apart from a towel draped across her bottom, and she'd asked me to rub some cream on her bruises.

'He used a strap on me, darling. Not too hard, but enough to sting and be nice and painful. Once or twice he hit me harder than he'd intended, but I didn't mind ... and afterwards the sex was fantastic!'

I thought the marks on her soft body were beautiful, and as I smeared cream on them I managed to kiss them without her noticing. The towel was soon discarded, and I fondled her bottom as I massaged her with cream, and she appeared not to notice when my fingers strayed between her legs, as they were doing now ...

But after a while Mum made me stop, and we had beer and sandwiches by the pool. She sighed. 'It was nice having someone's hands on me, darling, even if he was my son!'

As soon as the man and his wife reappeared Mum said she wanted to go down onto the beach, and sure enough they followed us, despite the woman obviously protesting. We found a spot to spread out our beach towel, and the man found a place nearby, and once again my mother made sure he had a good view of her body.

Then she decided that we should go in for a swim. We were both good swimmers, and for a while I forgot about the man, although not my mother's body, because we fooled around a good deal, dunking each other under the surface, giving me plenty of opportunities to touch her apparently accidentally.

When we finally waded out of the sea hand in hand we were only a few feet from the man and his wife, and then Mum stumbled, dragging me onto my knees beside her. She laughed, and the surf swept up between her legs and over her body, draining between her bare breasts before rushing up over her again. The water glistened in droplets on her skin as she tried to struggle up, with me helping her, but she fell again, this time face down. When she finally got to her feet she was covered in sand, and she tried ineffectually to brush it off her.

'Come back in the sea and wash this stuff off me, darling!' she cried, and I followed her until we were waist deep in the water. 

I started to rinse the sand off her back, and then let my hands roam to brush her breasts, and Mum giggled. 'Did you see the look on his face when I was crawling round like that?' She hesitated, then: 'Kiss me darling! As if you meant it! Let him see you!'

I needed no urging, and I took her wet, practically naked body in my arms and covered her mouth with mine. I kissed her passionately, and I felt my mother yield against me, her naked breasts pressed against my bare chest, and for an unguarded moment she returned the kiss eagerly, her arms round my neck, until finally she broke away, laughing uncertainly.

'I – I didn't mean you to get carried away quite like that, darling! But I hope it did something for him!'

We returned to our towel, and stretched out side by side. After a while, my mother rolled on her side towards me, and ran her hand over my chest. Her bare breasts were resting against my arm, and she lazily circled my nipple with her forefinger. Then her lips brushed my ear as she nuzzled against me, and she whispered 'I bet he's thinking that I'm telling you what I'm going to do to you later!' Eventually she finished the performance by draping her leg across my thigh, and lowering her head to suck my nipple ...

That evening, Mum wore a short, strapless dress with the skirt slit almost to her hip – most women would have been constantly hitching up the top, but she tugged it down to reveal her swelling breasts practically to their nipples. We went down to dinner early, and my mother suggested we have a drink in the bar before going into the restaurant.

We sat at the bar sipping our drinks – my mother wriggled sideways on her stool to cross her legs, and of course the slit skirt fell away, baring her thighs completely. Just then the man and his wife appeared, on their way to the restaurant, but when he saw us he steered his wife into the bar and they sat down at a small table where he could feast his eyes on my mother.

She began to idly rub the outside of her foot up and down her other calf, and I realised that every time she raised her knee the man got a good view of her panties – if she was wearing any. Then she smiled at me seductively.

'Put your hand on my leg, darling, and leave it there – I want to see his reaction!'

I dropped my hand to her warm, soft bare thigh, and she ginned at me mischievously. 'He's looking at you as if he wants to kill you!'

I stroked her thigh, feeling her smooth skin taut over her beautiful shapely muscles while we stared at each other while she looked at the man out of the corner of her eyes.

'That's right – look at me as though you want me! Now, let's try this!' and she put her hand on my groin. Her eyes widened when her fingers touched my erection. 

'Darling, you're getting carried away again! Don't be silly – it's only pretending. And anyway, I told you, I'm your mother!' Then, quite deliberately, she squeezed me, glancing at the man from the corner of her eye, and I felt my penis harden even more.

When we got up to go into the restaurant, I slipped my arm round my mother's waist – all the way round, until I could briefly squeeze her breast while the man watched. When we went in, my mother's bare leg emerging completely from her slit skirt with every step, and we sat at our usual table. It wasn't long before the man and his wife followed us, and I noticed that she was as red as a lobster from her day in the sun. I mentioned it to my mother, and she laughed.




One-Night Stand



'She won't be in the mood tonight, I'll bet! So maybe I'll get my chance after all!' She shivered. 'God, I can feel him inside me already!'

We carried on in much the same way as we had the previous evening, with only a few variations. I put my hand under the table to stroke her bare legs, knowing that the man could see me, and Mum held my hand and gazed at me adoringly for his benefit. When we danced she waved her arms above her head, with the obvious result that her dress slid down even more until it seemed to be clinging to her nipples for support – she had enormous aureoles, and their upper arcs peeped out alluringly. Then she gyrated almost in front of him, her hips swaying and her skirt swinging to expose her legs, before turning to face me and throw herself in my arms, grinding her body against me.

Throughout the meal, I noticed that the man constantly refilled his wife's wine glass, and Mum laughed. 'He's making sure she'll sleep well!'

The woman was perspiring heavily, and it wasn't long before she heaved herself to her feet. I saw the man nod to my mother, and then he half supported his wife as they left the restaurant.

My mother could hardly contain her excitement as we, too, left shortly afterwards. We went up to our rooms, and she flung her arms round me and kissed me hard.

'Thank you, darling! Just think – in just a few minutes he'll be – doing it to me!'

I thought about it, all right, as I went to bed, imagining them in the next room. As usual, I was naked under the sheet, and I allowed myself to stroke my throbbing penis, knowing that eventually my mother would come in and tell me all about what they'd done.

Then, much sooner than I expected, the connecting door between our rooms opened, and my mother stood there, her beach robe held loosely around her shoulders, obviously uncaring that I could see that she was naked beneath it. The next thing I noticed was that she was crying, and when she crossed to my bed and sat on the edge I struggled to sit up and put my arm round her.

'Mum – what's wrong?' I asked, and she sobbed and buried her face in my neck.

'After all that – the way he kept looking at me, and the way I – we – teased him, and the things I imagined he do to me ...' She gulped, and I held her close.

'I opened the door to him – I was naked, but he hardly seemed to notice. He just tore his clothes off, and he wouldn't even let me kiss his dick – he just put on a condom, and kissed me clumsily and put his dick in me. It was tiny – not much bigger than my thumb. He - pushed it in me three or four times, and then he came, but I hardly noticed. I wasn't ready, and I was frustrated as hell, and begged him to – do it to me again, but he just put his clothes on and left! I – I didn't know what to do or say ... Christ, he didn't even touch my tits!'

I tightened my arm round her, and my other hand cupped her bare breast inside her robe.

'Like this, Mum?' I said hoarsely.

She lifted her face to look at me, and I kissed her, gently at first, then hungrily, my hand caressing her breast and feeling her nipple stiffen against my palm. She let me kiss her for a moment, then she tried to push me away. 

'No – don't, darling – I'm turned on enough already! I know you don't mean it, but ...'

'Who says I don't mean it?' I grunted, and dragged her onto the bed. Her robe slipped off completely, and suddenly she was naked, and staring at me in alarm. I threw back the sheet and rolled on top of her, pinning her down with my body and gripping her wrists and holding them above her head. Then I kissed her again, even more passionately.

Her body arched, and her mouth opened to receive my thrusting tongue. Then she wrenched her head away, gasping for breath. 'No – you mustn't, darling! Stop it! Let me up!'

She was fighting me, but she was fighting herself, too and almost before she finished speaking, her mouth covered mine, and she was kissing me eagerly. Until she broke away again, and again protested, half sobbing as she told me to stop, and then once again kissing me frantically.

She wrenched her head away, squirming under me as she tried to push me off her, but feeling her naked body writhing against me just inflamed me even more.

'No – no, darling! You mustn't!' she cried. I tried to push her legs apart, but she locked them together, still trying to escape, but I gripped both of her slim wrists in one hand, and with the other I slapped her face, hard. She caught her breath, and I remembered the things she told me so often: 'sometimes I like a man to be rough with me ...'

She seemed to be shocked, and this time I was able to force her legs apart, and then I pushed my rigid cock into her, and she cried out. OK, I admit it – I raped her. I wasn't proud of it, and I knew that I was destroying the trust between us, but at that moment I didn't care.

My dick slid into her easily, and I felt how wet she was. I ignored the terrified look in her eyes, and concentrated on the feel of my cock deep inside my mother's vagina. It was an unbelievable sensation, and I felt my penis lengthening and swelling even more. My mother felt it, too, and despite herself she pushed herself to meet it. 

I roughly ground the palm of my hand over her breasts and down over her soft belly, sinking my fingers into her yielding flesh – I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head aside, but I gripped her jaw and covered her mouth with mine, forcing my tongue between her teeth.

I started to fuck her with slow, deep thrusts – abruptly I recalled how often she'd tantalised me with tales of what men had done to her, and the sight and sometimes feel of her near-naked body, and that subconsciously I'd wanted to fuck her for years, and now I was doing it.

My mother was still in turmoil, sometimes trying to fight me off, and the next moment matching my movements and grinding her body against me. I don't know how long I fucked her, but she began to gasp, and then she shuddered against me as an orgasm swept through her. Her skin was wet with perspiration, and still I kept fucking her. I realised that I no longer needed to hold her down, and I used both hands on her body, and then her legs were up on my shoulders as she tried to force me deeper into her. I turned my head to kiss her legs, and she clung to me, raising her head and offering her mouth to me.

And then, almost without warning, I came. I'd been on the brink for a long time, until suddenly I ejaculated into her. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before – it almost felt like a punch in the groin, and for a moment I thought I'd ruptured myself or burst a blood vessel. 

My semen spurted into my mother explosively, and a scream started to bubble in her throat. I covered her mouth with my hand, and she sank her teeth into it, arching beneath me and forcing herself against me as my semen pumped into her. It seemed like a never-ending stream, almost as if I was pissing in her – perhaps I was, I don't know.

She started to mumble 'No, no ...' as the realisation of what was happening came to her, and once again she feebly attempted to push me away, her body trembling violently. I tried to kiss her, but she fought me off, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow, and then she jerked away from me and my softening cock slipped out of her.

My mother tried to get up, but I grabbed her wrist and hauled her across my lap, twisting her arm up behind her back, and I started to spank her. Her soft bottom quivered with every stroke, and soon it was glowing bright red. We were both breathing hard, and my mother was still slippery with perspiration when I finally released her.

I dragged her up and kissed her unresisting lips, running my hand over her body, and then I gripped her head and forced it down to my groin. What was it she had said? 'I love having a man's cock in my mouth ...'

She proved it immediately – first she frantically licked and kissed my hardening cock, and then she guided it into her mouth and began sucking it hungrily. I suddenly thought of how I must have sucked at her nipples just like that when I was a baby, and I slipped my hand down to knead her naked breasts, tugging at her nipples and rolling them between my forefinger and thumb and feeling them stiffen to my touch. Mum was rubbing my cock as she sucked it, and her other hand began caressing my balls, her eyes closed.

It was an incredible feeling, having my cock in my mother's mouth – a very experienced mouth, that was driving me crazy. All too soon, I lost control, and he cheeks hollowed as she sucked my semen, gulping greedily as she swallowed it. Inevitably, my erection diminished, but my mother kept working on me – in a surprisingly short time, I'd recovered, and she clambered on top of me to take my cock in her vagina.

She started to fuck me, rising and falling slowly at first, then gradually speeding up, leaning forward so that I could suck her breasts. This time it took me longer to come, and my mother was moaning, her perspiring body shuddering with her orgasm as my hands roved over her, until again I ejaculated into her, my semen spurting up to flood her vagina.

She gave a little scream, and collapsed onto me, her fingers digging into my shoulders, and I held her until she eventually rolled off me. My arm was around her, holding her to me, while my other hand stroked her face before fondling her damp breast.

She smiled at me weakly, her eyes dull with sex, and her fingers found my limp cock. 'Let's rest for a bit, darling – we've got all night, and there's lots of things I want you to do to me,' she murmured.

I felt guilty about the things I'd done to her already. 'Mum – I'm sorry I – I raped you like that,' I said, 'but I couldn't help it. I wanted you so badly ... and I'm sorry it turned out so badly with your boyfriend.'

My mother snuggled against me. 'I loved you raping me. And I've forgotten about him already. He was only going to be a one-night stand, but now we've got each other for a lifetime!'



One Night Stand



Oh COME ON! You all know you have had at least one in your lifetime. I have had 3 I believe. That is a respectable number in my opinion. I have had the adventure but am not on the slut level compared to most "ladies". That's my story and I am sticking to it!

One of my one night stands was what I refer to as "Life Changing". This night of passion changed my entire outlook on sex from that point on and although some may consider it as sleazy as sleazy can be I am so glad it happened.

Before you all get whipped into lather, NO I did not cheat on "The Angry Guy". This happened back in 1995. It happened when I had been separated from my Ex for about 6 months and although "The Angry Guy" and I had become friends at work, we were not "hanging out" yet. "The Angry Guy" knows about it because I told him at the time it happened but he doesn't know and doesn't want to know the gory details about it ESPECIALLY now.

Yes, I have been thinking about that fateful night lately because of what I am going through with "The Angry Guy" and his lack of drive...sex drive that is.

As I said this happened a long time ago. I was separated from my Ex, working with "The Angry Guy" and had gone back to school. I was 29 years old and although I had sexual experiences that were pleasant, I had never had mind blowing sex.

I was one of the oldest students in my class. I was dealing with mostly horney 18 year old boys. They were too cute. They used to try out their lines and their moves on me. Some of them were quite good at it. One of the standard lines was that I looked like I was 18. I was tempted on occasion to fuck one or two of them but was particularly fragile at that point in my life. "The Angry Guy" told me that anybody who told me that I looked any younger than 25 was just trying to "get into my pants". He was cute back then. That was when we were just becoming friends so he was honest and funny with me. I could tell him things like that without him freaking out. Also I was younger and thinner back then. Although I was going through a terrible divorce and custody battle, I was strong and self confident about my appearance. You can see it in my eyes if you ever see pictures of me from back then. It was a bitter sweet time for me. I was going through a terrible time at home but never felt so good about myself.

So I won a scholarship for my last year of school. I was told that it was the biggest they had ever given and I was expected to attend an awards dinner. At the time I didn't know who to ask to go with me so I asked a guy from school who was a little older. He was 25. Even though he was still younger than me I liked him. He was terribly funny. You all know that I am a whore for a guy who makes me laugh.

At one point when he and I were hanging out in the cafeteria at school I mentioned that all I wanted for Mother's day was a "good orgasm". Now I say that all the time but to a young guy I guess that is a stunning remark. So "Young Guy" and I got to joking around. He of course told me that if I ever wanted to hook up he could take care of my Mother's Day wish.

I remember feeling pretty lonely back then. Flirting with the young boys at school was fun but not sexually satisfying so when Mother's Day rolled around I did my shift at work and agreed to meet "Young Guy" at a local motel. I know SLEAZY RIGHT?!?!?!

I had never done anything like that in my life. It was stupid and dangerous but I did it and it is done and it was life changing for me.

I was so nervous driving up to that motel. Part of me expected "Young Guy" not to show but when I got out of my car I saw him waiting for me in the parking lot. He had already secured a room. NICE!

I remember at the time he greeted me with a kiss as though we had been together forever. It was very natural and not at all awkward. As we rode up to the elevator he told me about his new job. He was going to be working at one of the casinos. I also asked him if he was onboard with taking me to the scholarship dinner and he confirmed.

My memory of when we first got into the room is a little fuzzy. I think we started kissing standing up and I think I said something like "I have never done anything like this before in my life." I think he agreed that he didn't either.

I do remember that he suggested massages. I started massaging his back as he lay on the bed. I doubt I was very good at it and I was nervous at this point so I suggested switching. He started rubbing my back and then at some point moved his hands between my legs. At this point I started to take off my clothes. I remember thinking he was pretty smooth for such a young guy. He wasn't particularly charming. He was cute and a little overweight but he had a funny personality. That was what turned me on initially about him. I knew from the beginning that this wasn't going to be "LOVE" and I was okay with that. I just wanted to enjoy the physical part of the evening. I wanted to have an orgasm. Up until that point I don't believe I ever did have a proper orgasm other then masturbating. He made all sorts of wise cracks and had all sorts of expressions that were somewhat trashy but they added to the excitement of the evening.

So "Young Guy" immediately went "south". That for me was taboo. As far as I can remember I had never received oral up to that point. I remember thinking to myself "This is so strange but it feels good." I remember telling myself to relax and go with it because I will most likely never see this guy again after the scholarship dinner. His tongue was moving in all the right places. I couldn't concentrate on anything other than how good his tongue felt moving in the grooves of my pussy.

At any rate this guy was keeping his word and giving me my mother's day wish. That was when it hit me that I could get to a place in my head where I am so totally relaxed and removed that my body is accepting of these feelings. I can completely surrender to the feelings and they felt GOOD!

That first orgasm was absolutely mind blowing. I remember I needed a rest. "Young Guy" made a comment like "I am not done yet". Poor thing thought I would leave him high and dry. I think he had some clothes of his own to take off at this point then we started kissing and when he felt hard and like he was ready I asked him if he had a condom. That was the responsible question, right? Luckily he did. I don't remember ever putting one on for a guy before but I wanted to please him as much as he pleased me. I wanted to be sexy so I put it on in as seductive a manner as I could. "Young guy" had a big dick. I liked that. The first time we had sex was fine. It was typical. It was strictly missionary and reminded me a little of the Ex but as I was moving to his rhythm I was getting aroused again.

Young guy finished, whipped the condom off and jumped into the shower. I was hoping that we weren't done.

When he got out of the shower he did get back into bed. We talked for a little bit but not about anything deep. He made the comment here and there "Next time I will bring 'the toys'". At the time I didn't exactly know what he was talking about. I mean think about it...would you SHARE?? Um...GROSS!!

At the time I didn't care so much what he was saying. I just wanted more. We were lying in bed. I had my back to him not because I was turned off but because I wanted him to rub my shoulders. That is another big turn on to me even to this day. "Young Guy" took the bait and we started round 2. He gave me a nudge to signify that he wanted me to give him a blow job. I was onboard but at the time I hadn't perfected the skill. He was directing me to flip over which put us in a "69" position but I was too dense at the time to know what he was trying to accomplish. Then I realized but the problem was that what he was doing to me felt so good that I lost concentration to what I was supposed to be doing to him. Fuck it! This was my night so when he told me to "sit on my face", I went for it. Again, a little awkward because I had no idea what I was doing. I just did what he told me to do. It was unbelievable.

It was at this point that he had turned me over into a doggie style position. I had never done this before ether. This was all very new to me but also very exciting. I remember how good he felt holding my hips and thrusting inside of me but wanting him to somehow reach around to touch my clit. I thought of touching myself but was still intimidated at this point. It was hard to believe that this guy was younger than me but had so much more experience knowledge instinct as to what to do and when.

By this time he had run out of condoms and was just pulling out. This was completely irresponsible on my part and I was conscious of it but I didn't care. I was being completely reckless for the first time in my life and it felt good.

The doggy style thing made me crazier than ever. He pulled out and came on my back. This was so naughty that it was good to me and I needed some relief so I let "Young Guy" rest up a little then went for it again. It was awesome because all I had to do was to start kissing him and after a few seconds start rubbing his cock. This time I threw my legs over his shoulders. This was a completely different feeling. He was thrusting so deep that it "hurt so good". I can't describe it another way. I was in tears but in ecstasy at the same time. There was something about this guy and I just couldn't stop. Every time he touched me I needed more. By the last time I had lost count as to how many times we had done it and how many orgasms each of us had. We were in that position with my legs up and I was feeling that painful pleasure. My legs were literally shaking. I had to bring my legs down. At that point "Young guy" said in a very strong almost angry voice "Get them back up there!" And out of sheer exhaustion or fear or excitement I did.

I finally had to say "Uncle" and call it a night. By this time it was 4 in the morning and I had to get home. I was tired and quite frankly I was raw. I could not walk right for days afterwards. The fact that I did not get so much as a yeast infection or urinary tract infection was a miracle.

"Young guy" called me a day or two later. We were talking about getting a room after the scholarship dinner but at one point in our telephone conversation I was so tired that I literally fell asleep in the middle of the conversation.

Needless-to say "Young Guy" stood me up for the scholarship dinner. I was a little hurt at first but since I had fallen asleep on him the last time we spoke I chalked it up to him telling me he had to work and me missing that part. I survived the dinner and hold no hard feelings toward "Young Guy". As I said before, I wasn't looking for love. I was just looking for a Mother's Day orgasm and that promise "Young Guy" certainly kept.

I will forever be grateful to "Young Guy" for opening my eyes to how mysterious and wonderful sex can be.



One Night Stand



The words we choose have a funny way of affecting our lives. "Would you mind being quiet?" will evoke a separate response to telling someone to shut the fuck up, even though the sentiment is more or less the same. Likewise, adoration is infinitely different than love, which is distinct from lust and infatuation, though some dictionaries may disagree. 

This is where my problem started, with connotation and denotation. A simple change of words, and things might have gone differently. What I wanted to say was, "I love you, Josh. Make love to me." But, as you can imagine, that isn't what I'd said at all. I was young, and there simply isn't any reason to dwell on it. It won't change anything, anyhow, because I didn't tell him to make love to me. 

With two simple words, I'd managed to fulfill my every wish and terminate the sheer notion of the thing in one contradicting instant. Two goddamned words: "Fuck me. . ."

Somewhere in the tangle of sweaty bodies and sloppy kisses, our clothes had wound up strewn across the room, and now he loomed over me, his hard cock placed precariously at my entrance, silently asking permission. He'd hesitated, his hands tangled roughly in my hair, his breath coming out in anxious pants. And that's when I said it. "Fuck me."

He kissed me tenderly, something akin to sadness in his absinthe eyes, and pushed gently in. I wanted to stop, to ask him what was wrong, but as soon as he entered, there was only room in my mind for the velvet rush of pleasure. He pulled out slowly and my muscles clenched desperately around the retreating member, begging for the bitter sweet ache and stretch of his cock. A swift flick of hips, and he slammed into my core. I screamed his name and clawed at his back as though the utter ecstasy of this moment would cause gravity to fail unless I held on.

When he was certain I'd adjusted to his size, he began a steady rhythm and the world grew quiet, except for the drum of wet flesh and our lunatic moans. "Oh, fuck," he said in a low, primal grunt, lifting my leg and pounding mercilessly into my dripping pussy. "Oh, fuck. . . Zoe."

"Oh, god... Josh. Harder, baby...Harder!" I screamed, and he thrust so impossibly hard I swore that I was going to rip in two. He kissed me: a passionate and delicate step in the wild, primitive dance meant to soothe the pain. That's when the regret sunk in. His lips moved deliberately and tenderly against mine, slow and loving despite the relentless crush of hip to hip. "Josh, I—" 

"I'm close, Zoe..." he whispered into my ear, bucking fast and wild. His breath oozed down my neck like liquid midnight and all amorous notions were lost. "Zoe..." he said, and my name on his tongue was more beautiful and intricate than any orchestration could ever hope to be. It was Bach; it was Puccini; it was fucking heartbreaking. 

"Cum for me, Josh," I breathed, a ragged and graceless sound, "I want every drop of you inside of me." I felt heat building up in my abdomen, the embers burning in my belly that could mean only one thing. He nipped gently at my neck as he thrust violently, and I quivered under him, whimpering nonsense like Ophelia in the dawn of her madness. His teeth clamped down hard, grinding the flesh of my throat in their grasp. I screamed impossibly loud when his teeth broke the skin as he came. The heat that had wound itself tight in my stomach exploded with brilliance, combusted and spread like liquid nitrogen through my veins. 

I felt Josh go softer by degrees, his diminishing member still inside of me and nothing in the world that mattered but the steady intake and release of his breath. He kissed around the fresh wound on my neck, lapping the blood and sweat in movements as dangerous and graceful as a street cat's. I stared at the ceiling, enjoying the fallout. He kissed me passionately, and the rust and salt taste lingered on my tongue as he pulled out. My eyes never left the ceiling as he dressed in silence.

"I've got to catch my flight," he said, straightening his tie and meeting my eyes in the mirror.

"You'll visit, right?" I asked, childish and hopeful.

"I'll try, Zoe." He kissed me on the forehead and headed out the door.

It was the last time I ever saw him. And even now, when I find myself in the arms of fair weather lovers and meaningless beauties, I remind myself to be careful of my words. As a matter of fact, I usually don't say much at all, killing promises and moans with half-hearted kisses and gyrations. It's simpler that way. You can't regret unspoken words.



One Night Stand



"Promise you'll call me when you get there?"

"Yes" I say, "I promise." I smile.

"Promise you won't forget?"

"Yes, baby. I love you. I'll call you when I get there." I tell my girlfriend, who of which I've been dating for two years now. Our non-sex relationship.

"You better call me when you get there." She says while getting high up on her toes to kiss me before I get on the train.

"I love you." I force out once more while adding another peck on her red lips.

"I love you too." She says.

I let go of her hands and pick my bags up from the ground and start to walk slowly towards the door of the train.

When I get there a man asks me for my ticket. I search through my pockets. While handing the ticket to him, I see my girlfriend watching me.

"Call me. Call me. Call me." I mimic over and over in my head. I roll my eyes when I'm no longer in her view. I'm so aggravated and it's only because I'm horny. Jerking off can only make a man so happy. It's not enough. I'm never satisfied.

I look for my seat as I walk up the row. There's a woman sitting in the seat next to mine looking in a small mirror of hers. She's fixing her hair and make up. I role my eyes and mudder under my breath, "Women,"

"Excuse me?" She says while closing her mirror softly. The clicking noise seemed louder than what it actually was.

Embarrassed, I slowly sit down in my seat and try to recover, "What?"

"Oh I see," She smiles as she's digging into her purse. "all of you are like that."

I don't dare say another word. She might go off on me a little louder. I didn't want that attention.

"You men just think you have all the control. Just because you have a penis," She looks me up and down then continues, "big or small, it doesn't mean you can rule women."

I try to find the words to say when she stops talking. Just when I gather a sentence together, she starts up again. It's all about how men apparently suck at life. I was honestly beginning to become amused by it.

She stops talking for over a minute. I take it as my que to speak, "We're sorry."

"We're?" She looks at me with a raised eye brow.

"Us men. We're sorry. For our penises, I mean. We don't mean it." I'll admit, I was trying to be a smartass.

"Are you trying to be funny?" She had no sign of a smile on her face.

I stare at her. Now I'm not going to lie, but she was a very attractive woman. I was a little, I guess, frightened of how aggressive she was. I didn't hate it.

"I..I..." I start to studder.

"You what?" She says with a straight face like she would kill me if I said the wrong thing to her.

"I...I think you have pretty eyes." I grin, hoping she aproves of my complement. I hadn't planned to say that until I noticed how green her eyes were. There was an odd design in each of them and I couldn't look away.

"Oh, qell, thank you." She smiles while lowering her head to stare at her lap, hoping I don't see her blush.

No we're getting somewhere.

I smile and sit back in my chair, guessing the rest of the ride will be peaceful and quiet.

Wrong.

"My name's Cara by the way,"

"Matt," I stick my hand out for her to shake. She stares at it for second.

"What? It's not going to bite. Just shake the damn thing," I laugh.

She smiles and finally takes my hand in hers. It was very soft, like a womans hands are supposed to feel. Now that I thought about it, my girlfriends hands weren't as soft, or soft at all.

I realise that I've drifted off to sleep. I open my eyes quickly and look around. It's dark outside of the train. Few lights are on from the other passengers inside with their cell phones or laptops.

I look over at Cara. She's sleeping with her face against to he window. Her pillow had fallen into her lap.

I lean over and pick the pillow up and try to put it between her face and the glass of the window. I watch as she moves her head away from the window and stares at me with confussion in her sleepy eyes. She strangly looked cute look at me like that.

"Uhh," I say. "Sorry. It didn't look very comfortable."

She raises another eye brow at me.

"I mean," I must have sounded dumb, "your pillow was on your lap and I thought it would be better than laying your head on the cold glass."

"Okay," Was all she said. Her voice was soft.

I awkwardly sit back in my chair.

I can see from the corner of my eye as she reaches for her purse to fix her hair and make up again.

"I'm going to the bathroom." I say while getting up quickly and rushing to the back of the train.

I knock on the door twice then walk in when I hear no one make a sound. I lock it behind me then turn the water on and splash it on my face to cool me down. It's almost 9:00 pm. I dry my face then turn to the toilet and unzip my pants. I didn't realise how full my bladder was. That was probably why my dick felt weird before I got up from my chair. It hadn't felt like that in a while though. I didn't think anything of it. I wash my hands and dry them then exit the bathroom.

When I get back to my seat there's a man sitting in my there talking with Cara. I stand there for awhile, hopeing she sees me, but she keeps talking to the man.

I get impatient and tap on the mans shoulder. He turns his head and looks at me, "Yes?"

"You're in my seat." This guy didn't know how aggravated I really was. I just needed to get off this train and jerk off. I would feel so much better.

"I don't see your name on it." He says, very rudely. I reminded me of a small child.

I look at Cara, wondering when she's going to at least tell this man that it's my seat. I watch as she smiles at me. The man looks away from me and smiles at Cara.

She puts her hand on his chest and whispers into his ear.

What ever it was, I don't have a clue, but it made him get up from my seat. I watch her as she watches him walk back to his seat. I sit down slowly with a bad attitude building up inside me still.

I can feel Cara looking at me. I think she's going to say something to me, but she doesn't.

"Who was that?" I ask all of a sudden.

"I don't know. Some guy,"

"What is this some guy?"

"What?" She smiles at me. "Why?"

"I don't know. He doesn't look like your type," Where was I going with this?

"Who are you to say he's not my type? You don't even know my type." She sits back in her chair.

"I mean, he wasn't bad looking or anything but,"

"Of course he wasn't." She interupts. "He was cute."

"But," I continue. "I see you with another type of guy. Not him."

"What type?" She asks as she twirls her curly blond hair on one finger.

"If you're asking me, well, my type." I look away from her for a second at a the boy across from me playing a game on his phone.

"Why, what's your type?"

"No. I mean, me." I look back.

"You?" She raises both of her eye brows this time. Now she was really listening.

I nod my head while she stares me down. I was waiting for rejection, or maybe even approval.

"You?" She says again.

"Yes, me." I smile.

Remembering those words, "Call me. Call me. Call me." I can't believe I've forgotten all about my girlfriend. I stop smiling.

"I'll think about it." She smiles while putting her pillow up against the window and laying her head on it.

"What did I just do?" I think to myself. I look Cara up an down. I start to become very aroused by the figure and curve of her body. I quickly look away to control myself. I was starting to be a very bad boy.

I find myself drifting off to sleep again. I don't try to stop and wake myself though. I let it take me over.

"Matt," I hear my name being echoed through my thoughts. It almost sounded like moaning. Was that moaning? Was I having sex? It didn't feel like I was having sex.

"Matt," The moaning began to turn into just a normal voice. Someone starts shaking me back and forth.

"Matt!" I open my eyes quickly to find Cara looking at me with her purse and bags in her hands.

"Get up,"

"Where are we?" I ask, looking around at others. I look down and all of my clothes are still on me. I was surpised I didn't have a boner.

"On a trian. Now get up. We're getting off," She demands.

"Both of us?" I ask while picking up my bags and rubbing my eyes.

"Yes now go," She pushes me up to the door of the train where a lot of other people are getting off also. It's so crowded I can feel her breasts on my back.

She brushes her body past mine so she can walk in front of me. While she moves past me, her thigh gently rubs against my croch. I contain the moan that almost slips out. Not noticing before, but she was wearing a black skirt. A short black skirt. She was killing me little by little. I try to keep my bag infront of my pants to keep my almost half erect hard on from anyones sight.

She grabs hold of my hand and pulls me into the train station. I have no idea what's going on or where I am. We walk all the way through the station then out a back door.

She looks around then drops her bags on the ground. She slowly starts making her way over to me then pushes me up against the wall and starts to kiss my neck. I drop all of my things also. She then turns around and pushes her ass against my croch. I feel my cock in between her ass cheeks. This makes me harder.

I gentely place my hands on her waist as she rubs her body against mine, dragging my boner on and on.

She faces me again then starts to unbutton her shirt, reveling her black laced braw to me. I quickly grab her hands to make her stop.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"I can't do this?" I say. I cursed at myself for stopping her. My hard on was now a full 9" cock, riding down my thigh, waiting to be pulled out of my pants for a good fuck.

"Why not?"

"I just can't," I had no excuse.

"It's not like you have a girlfriend or anything," She smiles while kissing my neck again.

And there it was, my excuse. I hated my excuse. The blood still rushing to my dick was only making this entire situation worse. "I actually do have a girlfriend,"

She stops kissing my neck and backs away from me.

"Oh?" She fixes her lipstick and wipes some of it off of my face. "But what was that about back on the train? I thought you were flirting with me." She now notices the buldge in my pants.

"I was." I try to calm my breathing down.

"So you thought I'd just be some fling of yours?"

"No! Not a fling. I just,"

"You just wanted one night of sex!"

"No," I was sweating now.

"Then what?"

"I'm attracted to you." Even though I would have said anything to her at this point, it was the truth that I thought she was very attractive.

She looks at me for quite some time while buttoning her shirt back up. I now realised this wasn't going to happen and I felt the pressure in my pants loosen. My cock had given up hope as well.

"That still doesn't make it right that you were willing to cheat on your girlfriend." She says while picking up her bags and walking back into the station.

"But I stopped you!" I pick up my bags and follow her.

"You were flirting with me!" She walks faster.

"I know it's just...personal stuff."

"What are you saying?" She stops and looks at me.

"Can we at least talk in private."

"No," She starts walking again. "I don't even know if I trust you at all now."

"What does trust have to do with it?" I walk along side her.

"It has everything to do with it, dumbass."

She was really calling me names. She wanted to fuck back there just as much as I had. Maybe this wasn't about to end before it started, "Where are you going?" I ask her while trying to keep up with her pace.

"Back on the train," She was trying to get away from me. If I got her alone again, things would be different.

When we step back out of the station, the train is gone.

"Where is it?" I ask. She doesn't answer me.

"Cara, come on let's go back inside and ask when the next train is coming." I nudge at her arm.

"No," She says stubbernly.

"No?" I ask.

"Come on," She starts walking in another direction.

"Where are we going?"

"Just follow me."

I do what she says; follow her. As I'm behind her I can't help but watch her walk. The way she walks completely turns me on. Noticing the string of her thong edgeing its way out of the top of her skirt, I smile. I had a feeling she knew it was visible, and she knew she was teasing me.

"Cara. Can we stop for a few minutes?" I try to teady my breathing once again.

"No we're almost there."

"Where exactly is there?"

"You'll find out." She wasn't acting like she was mad anymore. It was like it was before she found out I had a girlfriend. My hopes were rising along with something else in my pants.

We walk for a few more minutes then I notice we're coming upon a building with read letters on the top of it. I can't quite make out what it says. I see Cara look at me out of the corner of my eye. I look at her too and smile.

"Hurry, come on." She says while walking a bit faster. She was walking a little different now. Almost like she had to pee. And that thought oddly turned me on. A girl I used to mess around with a long time ago said it felt good when she pressed on her bladder when she had to pee. She said it almost felt like she was about to have an orgasm. I didn't believe her. It sounded unreal. I ended up having sex with her quiet a few times and she made me put my hand on her stomach while I fucked her pussy. She said it felt good when my cock was forced downward each time I thrusted into her. Plus, it was nice feeling my cock inside her like that.

I can now make out what the red letters say, 'Motel'.

I look at Cara in amazment. My cock jerks from Cara's sudden urge to bring me here. She hated me just 10 minutes ago. When we get to the front doors of the motel, she walks in first. I repostion my growing dick in my pants then follow slowly behind her.

"One room please," She says to the old man behind the counter.

I start to look around the lobby, trying to look at anything but Cara's thong still sliding out at the top of her skirt. I noticed it was the same color as her bra.

The old man gives Cara a key to the room then she starts to head out of the motel. I follow her quickly.

She turns to the right and starts going up some stairs. Watching her ass did it to me. My cock was growing harder by the second, and fast. I could feel sweat forming at the top of my forehead.

When she stops at a door, she starts putting the key into the whole. I get close up behind her so she can feel the buldge in my pants agaisn't her ass. She starts to laugh while opening the door.

She steps into the room and drops her bags then turns around to see how hard I have become. I watch as she smiles then sits on the bed and takes her black high heels off. I slowly walk into the room and shut the door behind me then drop my bags beside hers.

"What are you waiting for?" She asks in a playful voice.

I smile as I walk closer to the bed. I watch her as she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer to her so my cock is up her skirt pressed to her pussy through her thong. The warmth lets me know that she's wet and ready.

I start taking my shirt off quickly while she pulls me even closer to her body, having me feel the warmth of her pussy on my croch.

I throw it to the floor then start moving my hand gracefully up her leg. I finally reach that thong I've been wanting to touch. I start pulling it down slowly as she leans up to me and starts kissing me. I stop pulling her thong down and go for her neck. Wanting her nipple in my mouth, I slowly kiss further down, hoping she doesn't reject my move.

I pull the strap of her tank top down with my teeth. She pulls the other one down with her hand. I go back up and start kissing her neck again, feeling her put her hands on the back of my neck while brushing her fingers through my hair. I slowly go back down to her neck, giving little kisses until I reach the top of her breast. I slide my tongue down it. Wanting to reach her nipple.

Suddenly, my pocket vibrates right when I'm going to cover my mouth over her nipple. I jump and hold my pocket then move away from Cara.

"Why'd you stop?"

"My phone." I walk over to the window and open it. "Hello?"

"You didn't call me?"

"Baby," my eyes widden and I hold the phone tighter. I glance back at Cara's naked body on the motel bed. "I am so sorry. I forgot. I'm sorry."

"Yeah. You did. Didn't you?" She wasn't happy. If only she knew exactly what I was doing.

"Baby, really. I'm sorry. I forgot."

"You told me you would call me and that you wouldn't forget,"

"I know but,"

"You had better things to do then pick up your phone and call me for at least a few seconds?"

I can hear Cara get up from the bed and walk over to me. She puts her hands around my waist and tries to pull me back over to the bed.

"Come on, forget about the phone." She giggles.

"What was that?" My girlfriend pauses.

"What was what?" I hold Cara's hands away from me and hold my breath.

"That voice."

"What voice?" Holy shit.

"Matthew, you better tell me what's going on right now!" She yells.

"Baby, nothing. What's your problem?"

She rambles on about something while I look down to find Cara's hand in my lap heading straight for my cock. I grab her hand quickly, not wanting her to make me moan.

She starts biting at my waist. I try to move away but she doesn't let me. I let go of her hand and turn around and cover the phone.

"Cara, please, hang on." I beg.

She smiles a playful smile and lays on the floor while looking up at me. She grabs hold of both of her breats then squeezes at her nipples.

"You never do anything for me anymore, Matt." I listen to my girlfriend again as she tries to argue with me.

I notice Cara starts moving her foot up my leg, inching closer and closer to my almost fulling erect cock.

I don't stop her though. I can feel her toes rubing on my balls now, pressing me, urging me to close the phone.

"Baby," I breathe heavily. "I'm going to have to call you back." I close the phone quickly, put it on silent, then set it on the table.

I grab Cara's foot and start moving my way down on the floor with her. She starts smiling as I do so.

She pulls me close to her face and moves her lips to my ear and whispers, "Fuck me."

I look at her while rubbing her right breast. She tells me again, "Fuck me, now."

I don't waste any time at all and start caressing her nipple between my lips, nibbleing softly. She pulls away from me and starts taking off her thong. While she does this, I take off my pants, having nothing but my boxers on. I look back at her. I pause and study ger body carefully. Taking it all in.

"Are you going to be taking those off?" She asks while tugging at my boxers.

I pull them down a few inches, showing off more of my v cut abs then start kissing her again. I feel her hands slid down my back then meet with the top of my boxers. She starts pulling them down slowly. I smile as I slid my hand up her thigh gently, sending chill bumbs up her back.

She pushes me away again and slides out from beneath me and makes her way onto the bed while spreading her legs for me. I get up and take my boxers all the way off, letting them fall to the floor.

I cover my body over hers and drive my lips to her neck. She rejects my move. Putting her hands on each side of my neck, she pulls my face to hers and kisses me, sucking at my bottom lip agressivly.

Still rushing my hand up her thigh further, I soon find her clit. I brush my fingers over it, making her whisper out a moan for me to continue. I spread her legs a little farther apart as I move higher above her. I put my hands on each side of her body and lock my arms. I slowly slide the tip of my cock into her.

Everything goes quiet for those three seconds of entering her. Then her moan escapes her hard breathing. I keep in rythem while grinding with her, wanting to hit a certain point, wanting to drive her crazy inside. I can feel sweat escaping from me again, rushing from the tips of my hair to her breasts, sliding past her hard nipples, then rushing down onto the bed sheets.




One Night Stand



She moans in excitment as I suck at her nipple and nibble on each one gently, then roughly. She digs her nails into my back. I take my mouth away from her nipple and let out a moan and thrust into her pussy harder. I watch as the back of her head digs into the pillow. She arches her back and begs me not to stop. I breathe hard and contain myself from stopping to rest. She keeps her hands locked on my back, still nailed in. Her moaning, getting louder by the second, I feel her orgasim run around my cock, sending a sensational feeling throughout my body also.

I flop down beside her on my back and try to relax and take in what had just accured. I close my eyes and put my hand on my stomach. Cara puts her hand on top of mine and slowly moves it farther down. I open my eyes and watch her hand grab my cock. I feel more blood rushing down, exciting my dick from the beautiful woman grasping it with her soft, feminine hand.

I look back at her to find her smiling as she moves her body down to the bottom of the bed. I watch as she kisses the head, licking every inch of it that she can. I hold back her hair as she deep throats me unexpectedly, making me the dizziest man in the world, I place my hand on the back of her neck to keep my cock down in her throat as I let go of everything and let it slide down her throat. I release her head when I finish and let my hands fall to my sides and I close my eyes again.

Barely able to hear what is surrounding me, I fall to sleep.

I open my eyes quickly, finding a blanket over me from my waist down. I blink repeatidly to make everything clear. I sit up to find my bags still on the floor, but Cara's aren't in sight.

I get out of the bed and pick my boxers up off the floor then put them on. My eye catch something over on the table beside my cell phone. I walk over to it. It's a piece of paper.

I pick it up and read, "Thanks for the night. You were wonderful. Cara." Not being able to keep my grin from escaping, I crumbble the paper up and throw it into the trash can.

I was finally satisfied.



One-Night Stand



Bree van de Kamp took a sip of her wine and cast a brief look round the wine bar. It busy enough that individual conversations didn't carry, but not so packed that the hubbub drowned everything out. The drink wasn't the best she tasted, a little too sweet for what was supposed to be a dry white wine, but for the mid-range price it was passable. In fact it was much like the bar's clientele, neither down-market labourers in jeans and covered in tattoos nor high-rolling financiers awash with cash after closing a multi-million deal. Most of them were junior management or middle ranking public servants with a few students with good scholarships or rich parents to leaven the mix.

Her friend, Susan Mayer, leant forward, her eyes quickly scanning the nearby tables as she did so, "So, anyone take your fancy?"

Bree blushed, a number of the men were certainly attractive, but she still shook her head, "No-one."

Susan grinned, "I can tell when you are lying, Bree, I've played poker with you enough times."

"That's useful to know," said Bree dryly, "It'd explain why I always end up with more chips than I started with."

"You're changing the subject," smiled Susan, though Bree wondered if it was her friend who was the one doing that rather than admitting that Bree had a better poker face than she did. 

But Susan had been right, Bree had certainly being lying about not finding any of the men sipping drinks and munching peanuts attractive, lots of them certainly were. It was just Bree, still remained a conservative Republican at heart. And a full and true daughter of liberty didn't just go out to get laid, no matter how much her friend thought she needed. Well, that wasn't true, thought Bree, or else she wouldn't have allowed Susan to talk her into this quest for cock, but she at least outwardly pretended to not be interested. She took another small sip of her drink, "I can't see anyone, is there anyone you're interested in? If not we might as well leave and try again next week, when there's more choice."

Susan's eyes darted around like a lion surveying a herd of gazelles and a hungry smile spread across her face, "Plenty, and not just for me, Bree. There's more than enough for us both."

It was the answer Bree had expected, or at least hoped for. Susan Mayer was a divorcee with a young teenage daughter; it meant her cock-hungry friend didn't have the opportunities for all the casual sex she desired -- unless she wanted to Julie the impression it was all right to have sex with lots of different men with no strings. However Julie was staying over with her Dad and Susan wouldn't want to waste the night on celibacy. In fact as soon as she had replied Susan had turned her head back to the bar and was scanning it for any men who might have an interest and weren't completely foul looking. Bree was confident in her friend's ability to pick men, at least for one-night stands if not perhaps for relationships; and if she got one she would get a second for Bree. It allowed the redhead widowed homemaker to get all the fun of a fuck without the guilt of looking, a win-win.

"What about them?" Susan nodded at a couple of guys over by the window. 

Bree looked at them, they were, at most, in their very early twenties and probably younger than that, eighteen or nineteen. They were good-looking though, and with what looked like fine physiques. Bree metaphorically licked her lips with hunger, but safe in the knowledge Susan would disagree she said primly, "Aren't they a little young?"

Her friend grinned and shook her head, "No such thing as too young. If they're old enough to drink they're old enough to screw." She didn't wait for an answer from Bree, but raised her glass to the two young men. They returned the silent toast, appraising the two Milfs as they did so. 

Bree automatically straightened her back, which pushed her bosoms out, exposing her cleavage. Susan smiled at her and Bree shrugged, "What? I had a little kink in my back."

"Sure, you did," said Susan in a tone that suggested she knew exactly why Bree had stretched and it wasn't to get rid of an ache in her spine. She didn't push it, instead she nudged Bree, "They're coming over."

"Hi ladies, can we join you?" the young man grinned. He and his friend were more muscular and toned closer up, the shirts they were wearing tight against their rippling bodies, "I'm Don, this is my friend Harrison."

"I'm Susan, this is my friend Bree. If you get us a couple of dry white wines you can do," said Susan.

A few moments later the two young men were sitting with the Milfs, new glasses of wine in front of them. It turned out neither man had reached twenty-one, though Don had at least reached twenty. The athleticism of their bodies was explained by both of them studying at Fairview University on Football Scholarships. To Bree's surprise, despite their youth, they managed to be entertaining and at to have a passing knowledge of art and literature, even if sometimes they interspersed some sophisticated views on Charles Dickens with their views on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Though at least the conversation on Buffy seemed to connect with Susan, who sometimes watched the Vampire Slayer with her daughter, a chore Bree managed to avoid with her children.

One drink was followed by a second. And this time the conversation was accompanied by light touches and giggles. Bree didn't resist as Harrison's knee touched hers and his inner calve rubbed up against her legs, nor was Susan complaining as Don's fingers rubbed at the back of her hand and slid up her wrist as the young men joked and charmed. A little more alcohol was drunk, not enough to lead to drunkenness, or even to make the two Milfs tipsy, but it certainly loosened things up and the four of them found themselves getting friendlier. 

Bree looked close into Harrison's face, he was certainly handsome, a face which could be described as chiselled if that hadn't suggested a lack of life, which the wide smile and dancing eyes said was untrue. It was a face unlined by any cares or worries, but the traces of dark stubble stopped it being seen as too boyish. Bree moved closer, almost like she was examining him, or at least trying to gaze into his eyes. Beside them Susan and Don had had their mouths clamped against each other, the older woman grappling against the twenty year old and both of them giving every indication that they were enjoying it. 

I feel like I'm such a slut, thought Bree as she opened her lips and felt her tongue slide onto Harrison's. I feel like I'm such a slut and I'm going to enjoy it. The young man's hands were on her waist, holding her tightly as they made out passionately, the table wobbling as both couples accidentally banged it as they writhed in throes of desire, their chairs creaking under them. A few people raised eyebrows at the kissing couples, but not many, more than one table's occupants were exchanging saliva, the place had a reputation for it, and the only thing of slight note was the age differences. And about that neither Bree nor Susan cared, and from the slurping of the men's mouths and the wanderings of their hands Don and Harrison weren't concerned either. 

"Mmmnn, that's good," moaned Bree as Harrison's mouth moved from hers and slid to her neck, kissing and licking the smooth pale flesh. One hand kept steady on her side, squeezing and gripping at the waist, the other was under the table and under her dress. It slid up her thigh, almost seeming to dare her to stop it. But only a prude would do that and Bree was out to get laid. She gave another moan, allowing Harrison to suckle at her throat and not stopping the movement of his hand further up the thigh than would be considered decent.

Susan brought her lips away from Don, smiling as she wiped a trace of saliva from them, "You two want to come home with us?"

Harrison looked at Bree, who nodded to show that the 'us' included her and she was also inviting her young man back. She had arranged with Susan that if... when... they scored she could have Julie's room rather than take her conquest back to her own house, Andrew and Danielle already had low morals without their Mom giving them an example of bringing back strange men for fucking. Harrison looked at his buddy, who gave a brief grin and then turned to the housewives, "Sure yeah, we're up for that."

"I'll call us a cab," said Bree in a businesslike tone. There was no point in wasting time.

*

Susan slid the driver two twenty-dollar bills, "Keep the change," she said. The drive had only been thirty dollars, but Susan thought he deserved a tip for not commenting or complaining at the two couples making out loudly in the back of his cab. Don was standing beside her, sliding his arm round her waist as she straightened. The Milf smiled as she fished in her bag for her house-keys, watching Bree and Harrison continuing the heavy slurpings and fondlings they'd begun in the bar and carried on in the taxi. 

Susan was impressed by how much Bree was throwing herself into their night out. The redhead had been reluctant to even agree to a night out, especially one Susan had made clear was to find a guy to relax her with. It had taken all Susan's power of persuasion, including a threat if she didn't agree to hit the tiles with her that Susan would provide one of her world famous Lasagne dishes and stand over Bree whilst the redhead ate it all. Whether it had been the threat of food poisoning or Susan's selling of the healing powers of large chunks of dick for stressed single Mom's Bree had eventually agreed to go out with her cockaholic friend. 

And for a short while Susan had thought Bree had blown it. It was obvious that the two guys, despite being English Majors, were really only making polite conversation when talking about Dickens and Jane Eyre. Susan had managed to steer the topic onto something more to their taste, reckoning that the pair of young hunks were more likely to be lusting over Sarah Michelle Gellar than thinking deeply about dead writers. And still Bree had kept trying to bring the conversation back to classic literature, leaving Susan unsure whether her friend was just really bad at pick-ups or was deliberately trying to wreck their chances of a screw from a couple of rock-hard young athletes. Luckily, Harrison and Don's lust for pussy was as strong as Susan's lust for prick and they'd handled Bree deftly until Harrison had got a chance to shut her up by slapping his mouth on hers; a mouth that had hardly left its target since.

Opening the front door Susan walked in with me Don, pausing as she waited for Bree and Harrison to realise the door was open and break from their mouthings long enough to enter. It took them at least half a minute, leaving Susan standing like a bellhop, before there faces split and they walked in holding hands. Susan shut the door behind them, "I'll get us some more wine shall I?"

It was already chilled and by co-incidence there were four glasses sitting in the kitchen. Bree had followed her out into the kitchen, in theory to help Susan carry in the drinks in practice to check in with her friend. Susan poured the first glass, "So? You look like things are going well with Harrison."

Bree blushed a pretty pink, "I think so. I'm not going too fast am I?" she asked nervously, "I don't want to put him off by being too easy."

Not for the first time Susan wondered if Bree had entered this world through a dimensional vortex from Stepford. The brunette shook her head smiling softly as she poured a second glass, "Take it from me Bree, neither Harrison nor Don is going to worry about us being too easy. If anything would put them off its that we're not easy enough."

"Oh," Bree went slightly deeper red and flashed a quick glance into the main room where the two young men were standing talking whilst looking at the pictures Susan had on her wall, "How do you know?"

"Trust me I know," said Susan, she handed Bree the first two glasses and started to pour some wine into the third, "What did we say about thinking about tonight?"

Bree sighed, "Have some fun and get laid. I hate having fun."

"I'd never have guessed," said Susan dryly. Then she smiled, "Look go out there and relax. I can tell Harrison wants it, you'll feel a lot better if you give it him and stop worrying about what's right."

"I don't know," said Bree nervously. Without Harrison's tongue exploring her mouth the redheaded Milf seemed to be having a relapse to her conservative instincts. 

And that Susan couldn't allow.

"Take a long sip of that wine," the brunette ordered. Bree raised her eyebrows quizzically for a moment, but then did as Susan said. Susan refilled the half-empty glass and then gestured with her head to the young men in the front room, oblivious to the conversation going on behind their backs, "Bree. Go in their make out with Harrison and then take him upstairs and fuck his brains out. No 'I shouldn't do this' or 'what about my reputation'. You came out tonight because you need to get screwed by a big cocked stud; so go in and get fucked.

For a second Susan thought her words had failed, it wouldn't have been the first time that her pep had the opposite effect from intended. But after a brief pause Bree nodded and putting on a sexy smile headed out to give Harrison his wine. Susan gave a sigh of relief that her friend wasn't going to ruin the evening as they headed for the last hurdles. She poured the last glass of wine and headed into give it to Don. The young man was sitting on the couch, watching Bree giggle at Harrison as the young man stroked her ass. Susan sat down, next to Don, drawing her legs up so that her dress rode up the bottom of her thighs.

"Cheers," she said and drained her drink in one; she didn't want the glass to cramp her moves.

"At you," Don raised his own glass in a quick toast and then knocked back the wine. He licked his lips, possibly from the medium range wine, but possibly a reaction to his look at Susan's cleavage. He put his glass on the table next to the couch and nodded at his friend and Bree, who had resumed their passionate make-out, "They look like they're having fun."

"They do," said Susan. She moved forward pushing her body onto the teen's. he grinned and moved his hands to her back, encouraging her forward. Susan head moved closer to his, her lips curling as she smiled, "They really look like they're having fun."

Her own mouth opened and she slid her tongue in. Don pushed back, his own tongue ramming into hers as his lips aped her movements, widening and twisting to mouth at her. His hands were sliding down her back and pulling up her dress so that her lower back was exposed and naked. As his palms moved over the flesh Susan felt her libido rising higher and faster and her kissing became more passionate and intense.

"We're going upstairs," Bree said, interrupting Susan briefly.

Susan nodded quickly, "See you tomorrow" she said and then gasped as Don's mouth slid down onto her neck and began to suck and slurp at the skin just under her chin.

*

Bree led Harrison up the stairs, it was the first time she had gone with a man upstairs since Rex had passed away and she had never taken anyone to her bed who she had only met a few hours before. She wasn't sure it felt right, but it felt good, and just a little bit naughty and dirty. She was sure she'd have some regrets later, but not now, all she felt now was rising excitement and lust, a warm buzzing through her body as her libido began to pump chemicals through her blood stream.

She opened the door to Julie's room and switched on the light. How different it was to Danielle's with fine art on the wall not grungy half-naked boy bands, the soft toys being neatly arranged on top of the teen's drawers and the shelves having actual books on them. But there was a time to admire the orderliness of Julie's room and that wasn't when you were about to despoil the neatness of the sheets by fucking on them. Bree closed the bedroom door as Harrison came in and turned to resume her kissing of them. For a few moments they carried on, their tongues pushing and pressing against each other, darting and exploring each other's mouths, their bodies pressed together so that Bree could feel the firm muscles of the young man beneath his shirt. 

Then the Milf stepped back. She slowly pulled down one strap of her dress and then the other, the thin slips of material falling down her arm. Bree paused a moment, aware of the step she was about to take. But the pause was only for a second, not long enough for Harrison to register it as more than a brief tease. She slipped the dress down, letting it fall to the floor, "Do you like what you see?" she asked,

Harrison grinned and nodded, "I sure do, Bree." The Milf could see the bulge beneath his pants moving with its own excitement as he stepped forward to grip her large, round naked titties to squeeze them. His grip was strong, pushing his fingers manfully into her plump, pale flesh. The redhead could feel her panties dampening as her juice began to flow, the cotton sticking to her quim. She reached out and began to undo the younger man's shirt, his hands dropping from her tits as she pulled the shirt down. His chest was smooth and muscular, his pecs bulging and firm as Bree's hands slid over them as she returned her mouth to his. Their lips continued to move against each other, their tongues sliding over and at each other. Bree could feel his hands slide down under the elastic of her panties, his fingers pressing into the round flesh of her buttocks. It made the cotton underwear even damper, especially as she moved closer against him and could feel his massive member moving beneath his pants.

The Milf stepped back and slid her hands under her panty elastic. She peeled the soaked cotton down her thighs, over knees and to her ankles before stepping out of them. There small clump of red hair, just enough for décor, just above her pussy, the rest was smoothly and freshly shaved. Harrison grinned, "I'm still liking what I see."

"You're going to like this even better," said Bree as she got to her knees. She reached out to Harrison undoing his belt, pulling down his zip and finally popping open the pants top button. She pulled the pants down, the boxer shorts with them down to his knees. His cock was erect in her face, ten inches on length and thick in girth. Bree quivered in lust, as Harrison kicked off his shoes. Her eyes still on the prize Bree finished pulling down his pants and shorts until Harrison stepped out of them. Her tongue slid out and licked over the large prick.

Oral wasn't something Bree had done often, a treat for Rex on his birthday or anniversary; it was something she'd had always seen as a bit taboo and disgusting, whatever her husband had said. But tonight seemed the night for moving her boundaries and doing things she never would have done before -- and blowing a guy she'd just met seemed the right thing to do. 

She opened her mouth and slid her lips pink lips over his large dick. Harrison groaned in excited pleasure as the Milf's mouth moved up his shaft, he reached down to rest his hands on her shoulders, "Oh God, Bree, that's good. Suck it baby, suck my dick." 

Bree's head moved back and forth, leaving glistening trails of saliva as she worked her mouth up and down. His cock pushed against her cheek and over her tongue as she came back down. He gave a groan of pleasure and gripped her shoulders; it was good to know he was enjoying it. Her head moved faster and faster, taking more dick into her mouth until it was filling the cavity and pushing at her throat, making her eyes widen and blur. Bree looked up as she sucked, she could see Harrison's eyes were closed, with a dreamy look on his face, as she watched his expression contorted and he let out another groan of pleasure; "Fuck Bree, you're such a fucking great cock sucker, fucking suck it baby, fucking suck it."




One-Night Stand



If her mouth hadn't been full Bree would have beamed with pleasure at the compliment, especially as she wasn't at all experienced in the best way to suck a guy's prick. Harrison seemed to be enjoying it, enjoying it intensely. She moved faster, speeding down the dick and sucking at the large member as if she was worried it was lolly that might melt unless eaten straight away.

The Milf moved quicker, gulping down the prick. She could feel Harrison tense and he gasped, "Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

Bree continued to keep the dick in her mouth, bringing her head back and forth quickly until it exploded. The cum filled her mouth, salty, but smooth. For a second she swilled it around, letting the last globs blast into her mouth., then she swallowed, drinking down the cum like it was a hot toddy. Harrison pulled back and moved a few feet away to lean against the wall, his eyes rolling with pleasure as he recovered from the orgasm that had just hit him. Bree licked her lips, wiping away the cum overspill, "That was your starter... my pussy is hot for the main course."

The young man grinned and touched his large cock, "I could do more."

*

Susan continued to make out with Don until she was sure that her friend had left the main room and was safely in Julie's room banging Harrison, then she drew her head back and grinned, as her hand slid down to roll over the tent in Don's pants. He grinned back as she drawled, "I think I can help you with this."

"I guess you can," smiled Don, leaning back. His smile got wider as Susan slid down his zip and undid his pants, sliding them down his legs. His nine incher sprang to attention, hard and ready for action. 

Susan's hand moved down and she took it in her hand, her fingers barely managing to close round the huge rod of meat. She slowly worked it a few times, slowly jacking the dick up and down, feeling the flesh slide tightly over the muscle underneath. At the same time she was fiddling with her own panties, trying to get them down her legs. She blushed as she couldn't seem to get them down fully, at least not without letting go off the huge dick she was masturbating, "Sorry."

Don grinned, satisfaction written all over his face as he watched the brunette Milf struggle to undo her underwear. He looked at her hand sliding up and down his member and said, "No worry," he reached out pushing Susan's hand off his member and put his own hand over it, slowly jerking the large slab, "I've got it."

With both her hands free it was a work of less than seconds to slide down her panties and kick off her shoes. She made a mental note to pick up the panties before Julie came home tomorrow, otherwise there be an uncomfortable conversation about why there was some used underwear in the front room. But immediately as she had the thought she filed it, she had other things she wanted to concentrate on now -- like the nine inches of pulsating meat being slowly jacked off in front of her. She pulled her dress up to her waist "I can take over again," she said.

"Just been keeping it going for you," said Don. He let go and waited for Susan to move on her haunches so that her dripping snatch was hovering above the prick. His strong hands gripped her waist guiding and controlling her as she lowered her cunt onto him. He smiled as the tip of the cock entered her. Susan slowed her movement, getting used to large piece of muscle inside her and allowing her walls to welcome the intruder at their own pace. Don just smiled wider, "Come on, Susan, it's a big boy I know."

Gradually Susan came down. She didn't know what it would have felt like if she'd slammed down, or even if she'd have been able to do it. Even at the reduced pace her pussy was stretching, it had been a while since she'd had a prick this wide. Though, as she quivered in pleasure as it ran over a nerve stimuli, she wasn't complaining. She moved up again and came down, quicker this time, her twat swiftly adjusting to its new addition. Her face twisted and she let out a little gasp as his prick hit a sensitive spot. She began to move quicker and faster, bouncing up and slamming down, feeling the bliss as his member hit at her pleasure zones, "Oh fuck, yes, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes."

Don gripped her waist harder, thrusting up himself so that his prick slammed deep and hard within her. Her dress flapped against his naked thighs, the material flowing over his legs like a rapid tide. Susan reached up and undid a couple of the front buttons. Her tits weren't as large as Bree's, but they were firmer and they still felt good as she gripped them and played with them, kneading the flesh. Don grinned as he looked up, his eyes fixed on the two sexy mammaries; he slammed up harder as if he wanted the cock to reach all the way up to her tits. Susan squealed again, "Oh fuck, yes, yes, give me your big fucking dick, I want your big fucking cock to pulverise my twat, fuck, yes, fuck, yes, yes, yes!"

She rode him like a rich girl and her pony, enthusiastically, hard, on the verge of control. Sweat slid down her, soaking her dress and making it cling to her and stinging her eyes before the rivulets continued down her face and onto her lips. Her hair was awry, plastered to the scalp with sweat or stuck outwards twirling like trees caught in a gale. And down below her pussy was on fire with pleasure, explosion of orgasmic ecstasy after explosion blasting it aflame. She could feel his cock ripping and ramming at her, feeding her hole like a monstrous snake, making her cum and scream, making her pussy pump out juice as it desperately tried to keep to keep up with the hammering. The Milf gripped her titties harder and threw back her head so she screamed at the ceiling, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I'm fucking yours so fuck me."

Harder and faster they moved, the two bodies colliding in a rhythmic union. Each thrust sent paroxysms of pleasure flowing through Susan, them getting closer and more intense until they rushed together into an overwhelming whole, "Aaaaarrghh," the Milf screamed dancing like an electric charge had been rammed into her cunt, "Aaaaarggghh, fuuuuccckkk!"

Don didn't pause. If anything he stepped up the pace to compensate for Susan's momentary rag dolledness. She groaned in pleasure and continued, thrusting herself down on the rising dick, dripping sweat and girl cum. Harder and harder she moved, faster and faster, the hard muscle hammering deeper and deeper. She gasped again, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Suddenly Don's face contorted and he let out a grunt, his cock twitched and then shot out a flame of white, sexy goo. Susan gasped in pleasure as she could feel the wet liquid slam into her soaked hole, the goo merging with her own cum juice. She slid off Don and onto her back beside him, letting the cum slide down her cunt and thanking God for the invention of the contraceptive pill. She turned her head to the young man nestled beside her, "Shall we go upstairs and you can do it again." She reached down to stroke the flaccid dick, still sticky with his and her cum.

"Yeah," he grinned.

Susan giggled as she made to stand up, but then she turned and moved her head back down close to his ear, "And this time you can do me in the ass."

*

Harrison and Bree lay naked on top of Julie's bed, intertwined in each other's bodies, arms across each other, legs between and hands stroking. It wasn't taking Harrison long to get hard again; not with Bree's encouragement helping him and without a word telling him what she wanted. Her hand was down at his ballsack, tickling and massaging it, before sliding up to his shaft as it harden and moving a finger softly up and down to keep the prick to attention. Her lips and tongue had been doing the work on his pectorals, kissing and licking at the hard muscles, lapping over the smooth, firm chest. Harrison's cock hadn't stood a chance.

He pushed her over onto her back. His hand reached down to her pussy, sliding a finger into the sopping hole, but she didn't hesitate as she opened her legs for the young man. It wasn't that Bree wasn't nervous. She was; she had been a virgin when she married, hadn't cheated and it was the first time anyone had been in her since Rex had died. But the twist of fear that she was feeling in her gut was less than the throbbing feeling of excited anticipation. Whilst Rex had many things which Bree missed and mourned, his average manhood and clumsy lovemaking weren't among them. She opened her legs wider as Harrison moved above her, his large prick pointing straight down at her hole. She moved her hands down and pulled at the lips, expanding the hole to, she hoped, allow the cock easy access. She looked at the hunk above her, "Fuck me," she ordered.

He paused above her, his hands either side of her body and his cock a few short millimetres from her waiting cunt. He grinned, "I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you so hard that you'll be screaming and won't be able to walk for a week. I'm going to fuck you until your pussy is raw and you've shrieked so much your larynx is busted. Boy, Bree, am I going to fuck you."

Bree nodded enthusiastically, "Fuck me, fuck me... like a slut." There, she had said it.

He moved down. Bree groaned as he entered her. She had been expecting the cock to stretch her, but even so it was a surprise to have something that big in her and to feel her walls elasticating to take it; the cum soaking out of them to rush over the prong. But she couldn't deny it felt good, especially as it rolled over her clit and made her quiver with excitement. Her hands reached out and grabbed the bedding, instinctively pulling it towards her as the large dick pounded down into her. Her back bent and she moaned, "Oh fuck, that's so good, fuck me like a whore, ram me like a skank. I'm a slut, fuck me, fuck me."

Harrison quickly moved into a rhythm, thrusting down hard and fast, moving with pace as his large member penetrated deep into her wet twat. Bree moved her hands to his back, clawing at the skin with passion, dragging the younger man into her so that his full length was ramming into her cunt. The feeling of ecstasy was intense: mind-blowing and stomach churning - leaving her nerves shredded and her muscles quivering. The hard cock ripped far into her, smashing down over her walls and through her juicy cum, splattering the liquid out to dribble over her quim lips. Bree grabbed the young man harder, screaming, "Go on, fuck my whore pussy, fuck my slutty cunt; fuck it good baby, fuck it good."

His back was slippy with sweat and Bree's hand slid over it as she struggled to get a grip. The perspiration poured from him, dropping onto her body and face; she could taste his salt as well as feeling the wetness against her body. She rammed up to meet him, twisting her back and throwing herself upwards so energetically that the smack of their bodies sounded like gunshots. She was sweating as well, her body burning and soaking, the bedding beneath her damp and stained. The feel of the dick within her was so good, so tight, so hard, she screamed and writhed, thrusting at him, "I'm a slut, fuck me like a skanky slut, just fuck me, I'm a whore."

He didn't reply, just grunting. But his cock rammed down harder, slamming at her clit so hard that Bree was sure it would burst. She didn't care. "Fuck me, fuck my whorey cunt, fuck me tramp twat, fuck me harder, fuck me." The pleasure rushed her, booming and blasting through her body like a series of controlled explosions which suddenly became uncontrolled. Her back bent so much it almost snapped and her hands flailed uselessly as she tried to get a grip on Harrison's back. Her head swung back, pushing deep into the bedding, "Fuuucckkk, aaaaaarggggghhhh, fuuuucckkk!"

For the first time in her life Bree knew what an orgasm was.

And it didn't end there. Harrison continued to hammer into her, thrusting his cock hard against her clit and slamming it into another orgasmic blast and then another, until they all merged together in a kaleidoscope of intense ecstasy. Bree's body ceased to be hers and became a quaking, shivering mess of flesh and muscle, unable to do anything but shriek in pleasure and twist in bliss, "Aaaaarrrghh, aaaaaarggghh," she screamed again.

Harrison was panting as he continued to thrust into the orgasming woman, but it was obvious that the end was near as he sped up. A fact confirmed as he gasped, "I'm going to cum." Barely were the words out that Bree could fill her cunt being filled with his warm cum. She moaned in pleasure as the sticky seed shot into her twat, blast after blast of it. Above her Harrison's eyes were closed and his face contorted. He gave another grunt and a fresh blast shot into her, before he sighed in relief and slid off, his cock as rapidly turning limp as it had turned hard earlier.

Bree lay there looking at the ceiling, wanting to enjoy every last second as she felt the cum slide down her pussy.

*

With Susan's promise Don was hard again by the time they reached her room. There was no sensuous strip-down just a Milf and a toyboy getting fully naked as rapidly as they could, dropping shirts and dresses on the floor, kicking of their shoes and throwing themselves against each other in a passionate explosion of tongue and mouth. Susan could feel the rock hardness of his prick push against her, even as she was so close to him she could feel the iron of his pecs and steel of his stomach. Her pussy was almost literally quivering with excitement as she pushed him back; "I need to quickly prep," she said and walked over to her bottom drawer.

There, hidden under some old jumpers and shirts, so deeply eighties that Julie avoided borrowing them like the plague, were the Milf's sex toys; a couple of dildos, anal beads and a butt-plug. It was the latter she wanted, it wasn't as big as the cock that was going to follow it in the hole, but it would give her ass a bit of a head start. She straightened up and turned to Don so she could see what she had in her hand. He grinned as she confirmed that not only did she have mouth she had the pants to back it up, "You wanna a hand?"

"You just watch for a moment, let me show you where you're going to put that big dong of yours," Susan grinned back. She got onto the bed and slid the plug into her mouth, partly to lubricate it, but partly because she thought it would look sexy for Don to see her suck a toy she was about to place into her butt. He certainly seemed to think so, as he touched his quivering cock and it only seemed to be iron self-control that stopped him beating it until he shot. Susan grinned and lay back, one hand pulling at a cheek, the other pushing the end of the butt-plug in. She moaned as the hard plastic pushed aside her wall and pushed into her. She forced it further in, the plug opening up her ass as it got further in, stretching the bowels in preparation for the main thing. She felt the roundel press against her cheeks, a sign that she could go no more. It wasn't far or deep enough compared to the real thing, but it would have to do -- though there was further prepping she had planned for the huge member.

She got off the bed and onto her knees, "I'll just leave that in for a few minutes, get my ass nice and ready. In the meantime..." she smiled and beckoned Don to come nearer. He immediately strode over, his hard prick levitating in front of her face. Susan's tongue came out and touched it, "Let me oil this up for you."

"It's your ass," agreed Don. He gave a small groan as Susan's mouth slid over his erect member. She pushed her head down far, feeling the large prick going in deeper, pinning her tongue to the bottom of her mouth and pushing at the back of her throat. She gagged a little, sending more saliva over it a wet coating. Then she moved back, looking up at Don who's face was a picture of contentment. She repeated the motion, taking the prick deep into her mouth, as she leaned forward she could feel the butt-plug moving slightly in her ass, doing its job well. Above her Don gave a groan of pleasure.

Susan continued the blowjob for a few moments, she wanted to make sure Don was hard and his cock was so wet it would slide in, but she had to make sure he didn't cum in her mouth. Sure, sometimes a wet sloppy bj was all a woman needed for the perfect night, but not when she was looking forward to getting her ass fucked. She pulled her mouth back one last time, looking approvingly at the large cock, quivering in front of her, dripping saliva. The brunette stood up and pulled at the butt-plug. It came out with a pop. She dropped it on the floor and jumped onto her bed, spreading herself out and gripping her ass cheeks to pull them apart. She turned her head to Don, "You're ready, I'm ready. Now come fuck my ass."

Within seconds he was on her back, his hard, muscular frame pushing at her as he guided the iron slab of meat into her back passage. Susan groaned, clawing at the bed, as the large dick entered her ass. The butt-plug had helped, but even so it was like being pulled in two as the cock carved down deep. Her ass stretched and ached more as Don continued to drive it down, past where the butt-plug had been and into territory, which if not virgin was at least untouched for a couple of weeks. Susan closed her eyes and grunted, she knew what was coming and didn't mind a bit of painful stretching as a prelude to the high-intensity orgasms she'd soon be getting. But as she tensed she could feel Don slow, as if he was concerned that her ass couldn't cope with his big dick. Susan gave another groan and let out a call of encouragement, "Fuck me stud, fuck my ass hard."

He continued working his cock in, sometimes pausing and pulling back to thrust deep down again. The anal walls stretched, letting the saliva soaked slab of sex slide deeper. The young man moved faster, his thrusts harder, pushing further into the wanton asshole. Susan gasped in pleasure as she could feel it move so deep that it was hitting her clit from behind, the blasts of pleasure from the stimulation of her G-spot mixing with the waves of bliss from nerve endings in her ass getting stimulated. She let out a moan, "Fuck my ass harder. Gape it, open it, wreck it."

"No problemo, Susie," gasped the young hunk and he continued to move faster and harder. His hard body whacked against hers, the pecs bouncing as he hit her body and his hard stomach slapping into the small of her back so perfectly that it was like they were almost moulded together. Susan could feel herself being shoved deeper into her soft bedding, her wet pussy soaking the quilt as it pushed into her front hole and her hard nipples warming with the friction as they rubbed against the duvet. She gripped the quilt and gasped, the pleasure was strong and getting stronger. Above her Don was moving quicker and harder, really hammering his rock hard dick as far as it could go and it could go a long way, "This good Susie, this good for you?"

"Oh God this is so fucking good, this is so fucking hard," shrieked Susan as the dick rammed at her ass. She had enjoyed having her pussy ploughed by the huge prick, but this was twice as great, a fantastic blast of orgasmic gratification which raced round her body like a Superbike rally. Don's hard body continued to pound on top of her, with every thrust she could feel his breathe on the back of her neck, coming in short spurts and feel the warmth of his skin, made wet by the sweat soaking it. She screamed again as another wave of pleasure shot round her body, "This is so fucking hot. Ram my ass harder, ram it open. I want to feel it."

Don was grunting in exertion as he gave it his all. Pounding down so hard that the bed creaked and wobbled, its legs shaking like it was in an earthquake and was struggling to stand. Susan was screaming, loud and passionate, a series of cries. Her ass was exploding with joy, a constant series of orgasms flying through her. She could feel the cum pumping from her cunt, making the bed damp beneath her. The strong, hard dick pounded down, hammering her G-spot from behind and blasting her with pleasure. She shrieked again, "Fuuuuuccckkk... this is... fuuuucckkkk, fuuuccckkk, fuuuucckkk!"




One-Night Stand



There was no warning of the cum explosion. One moment Don was pumping down, the next he had stopped and his prick was pumping white gooey semen into Susan's ass. The Milf moaned in pleasure as the cum slid down her chute, both burning as it went over her sore points and soothing as it slid down. Don pulled out and Susan moved onto her back, letting the cum slide out of her ass and pool on the bed beneath. Vaguely she thought she might want to change the sheets tomorrow.

*

"Hi Mom," Julie Mayer entered the house and dropped her night bag on the couch.

Susan looked up from her coffee and the morning paper and asked, "How was you Dad's?"

Julie didn't answer, which always suggested she had a good time or else she'd have bucked her Mom's morale up by telling her how terrible it had been and that her Dad's new girlfriend was the worst cook ever. Instead she smiled and asked a question of her own, "How was last night? Do anything exciting?"

"Not really," said Susan, "I went for a quick drink with Bree and then came back and changed the sheets on the beds."

Julie shook her head in despair, "You really should spend the evening out properly and make sure you have some fun, not hang round with Bree moaning about your love lives." She went back to the couch to pick up her bag to take to her room, suddenly she paused and turned to her Mom, an innocent frown on her face, "Mom, why are your panties on the floor?"

*

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One Night Stand



"This can't be good," she whispered to herself finding a second driver's license in his wallet. Her initial plan was to grab a twenty and pick up some coffee, but when she saw how much cash he was carrying she got curious. When she found a third driver's license with Dwayne's... Isaac's, or Raymond's picture on it she was certain this wasn't good.

Not good, but the night before was different, Jane thought, carefully putting his wallet back together. Remembering the excitement she felt sliding the key card into the door, the key card he had left her as he confidently paid the waiter from a thick wad of cash he pulled from his pocket. The key card she had slipped into her back pocket when she finally decided to accept his offer and head up to his room.

This wasn't her, normally she'd never consider going to a friend's or acquaintance's room much less a complete stranger's. The two times she had slept with a man it was only after they had dated for nearly a year in the first case and four months in the other. Suddenly she found herself at the door of a man she had just met an hour ago.

Of course she had difficulty getting the card into the lock properly, inserting it upside down and then backwards. She was about to give up when the door opened.

"I have hell with those locks too," the rough looking man said. "Come on in, I'm glad you decided to accept my offer."

"I'm not sure I should be here. I don't normally do this sort of thing... I mean we just..."

"It's okay, we can just talk if you like. Would you like a drink?" he said moving over to the mini-bar. "Looks like we have wine, several different beers or something harder. I've got plenty of ice."

"No I think perhaps I've had too much already."

"Okay, why don't you sit down?"

He was charming, just like earlier in the bar and though he wasn't attractive to her she felt oddly drawn to him. Normally attracted to clean-shaven, blue-eyed, blond men she noted this man had brown eyes, dark hair and a two-day stubble. There were a few light streaks of gray along his temples and down into his beard.

She sat down in a nearby chair, crossing her legs at the knees. The chain on her purse jingled as she nervously l put her bag on the floor. Immediately she felt his hands on her shoulders, gently massaging.

"Relax, you are so tight."

"It's just I don't normally..."

"Shhh," he said moving to her side. He leaned over and kissed her moving with such a confidence that it seem only natural for him to rest his hand on her knee as he eased his tongue into her mouth. Before she knew what was happening she lifted her hips as his hands grabbed the elastic of her pantyhose and pulled it off of her.

In just moments she went from thinking about the streaks of gray in his beard to feeling the light chafe of it against her inner thighs. Opening her legs wider, she gasped as his tongue opened her and plunged inside. She leaned back and enjoyed the sensation as he moved his tongue up to her clit and slipped his fingers into her wet pussy.

She came twice before he took her hands and stood her up, swiftly undressing her before leading her to the bed. She then watched between her outspread legs as he pulled off his clothes and placed them neatly on the chair. His cock was smaller than she anticipated but once she took it and guided it into her pussy she didn't think of the size again.

She came two or three times more before feeling him grasp her and plunge deep inside her as he came. They remained entwined until they fell asleep. When she awoke she wanted to do it again but he was sleeping so soundly she decided upon getting some coffee.

Now, after finding all the different IDs she decided to grab her purse instead. She slipped out the door but was suddenly grabbed by a man who covered her mouth and dragged her to the elevator. Looking back she watched two other men open the door and rush inside. Once inside the elevator the man showed her his badge. Just as the elevator headed down she heard the dull thump of gunshots. 



One Night Stand



Jim walked into the bar at the hotel. It had been a long week of meetings and he was exhausted. He planned to have a couple of drinks, some dinner and maybe catch a game. He was glad the hotel had this option. The weather outside was awful. He settled in, ordered a beer and asked to see a menu. As he sipped the beer, he could feel the stress start to leave his body knowing he was done for the week.

While he was looking over the menu, a woman approached him and took a seat next to him. It was the only stool left at the bar. Jim immediately took notice of her. He had seen her a couple times that week in the lobby. She was a thin brunette. He guessed her to be about 40. She was medium height, relatively small chested with a nice ass. He found her to be quite attractive with straight hair falling just past her shoulder.

As she took her seat, Jim said nothing and tried to keep his glances discrete. They said nothing to each other. She requested a glass of wine and a menu. Not long after she had received her wine, the bar tender stopped by to ask Jim if he was ready to order his dinner. He asked for the crab cake. The brunette suddenly had a surprised look on her face and said she would like the crab cake also.

As the bar tender left, they both shared a sort of nervous laugh and Jim said "I guess great minds think alike." He was wishing he could pull the lame line back into his mouth when she just laughed and agreed.

He introduced himself. She said "Nice to meet you, Jim. I'm Maria." They made occasional small talk through dinner. They each learned where the other was from and why they were in town. They were each married. Jim, at 46, had been married for 16 years and Maria at 41 had him beat by a year.

After they finished eating and continued to drink, the conversation flowed more freely. They had begun to share more intimate information with each other as, with the help of alcohol and the freedom being far from home brings, they were letting their guard down. They had even touched on their marriage. What they liked and what they didn't. Jim started to think that Maria may be a little unhappy as she peppered him with questions about his wife and marriage. "She has probably had a little too much to drink he thought."

He was surprised when she suddenly blurted out "How's you sex life?" He stammered for a moment and she said "That good, huh? Sounds like mine." He was going to protest but realized that he really wasn't that happy with his sex life. It wasn't so much the act, although even that had become a little too routine. For him it was more about the frequency. It just wasn't happening often enough for him. While his wife would usually orgasm and seemed to enjoy herself, he sometimes felt she was only agreeing to have sex with him out of a sense of duty. It was like she was doing it because it was required of the marriage solid and not because she was into it.

Some of this came out in the conversation with Maria. Maria admitted that she was often not into it. It wasn't that she didn't like sex. It was that the sex had become dull. It was always the same and she had become bored. She missed the excitement and passion.

After a short lull in the conversation, Maria turned toward Jim and said, "I want to hear a man's opinion. What do you think of oral sex?"

Jim laughed and said "I'm for it."

Maria smiled and said, "No, I mean, how do you feel about performing it? I have friends that say their husbands do it for them. I find it hard to believe. My husband has never done it for me."

Jim was stunned. "Never?" Maria just shook her head. "Wow," Jim said, "that's terrible for you. That's something that my wife enjoys and to tell you the truth, I like doing it."

Now it was Maria's turn to be stunned. She couldn't believe that a man enjoyed it. She always thought that a man would do this just to make his partner happy. Jim assured her that he did, in fact, enjoy performing this act on his wife.

There was a short silence before the conversation slipped back into bland small talk. It was as if both of them suddenly felt like they had exposed too much. When the bar tender stopped by, Maria asked for the check. Jim was a little disappointed.

After she paid the check, Maria stood and turned toward Jim. She thrust out her hand and said, "It was nice to meet you, Jim." She then leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "I'm in room 613." With that, she strode out of the restaurant. Jim watched her ass as she left and was caught when she turned to look back just before turning the corner. They exchanged nervous smiles.

Jim sat stunned. He had never cheated on his wife despite the unhappiness he felt about their sex life. This situation was the classic stereotype of the husband away on business. Jim didn't like the idea of being a stereotype but he did find Maria to be very attractive. He debated whether or not he should go up to her room. He even started to tell himself that she may only want to talk some more but he knew better. He asked for his check.

Jim found himself standing outside room 613 feeling paralyzed. Inside, Maria was nervous. She couldn't decide if she wanted him to come or not. She was feeling a little guilty but at the same time she was feeling a sexual excitement that she hadn't felt in years. She heard a knock at the door and froze.

When she was able to move, she went to the door and looked through the peephole. There was Jim, looking as nervous as she was feeling. She managed to open the door, smiling broadly, and welcomed him into her room. Jim also smiling nervously entered.

Once inside, they both sort of stared at each other. They knew why she invited him up and why he came but neither was making the first move. Maria finally said, "I'm glad you decided to come up."

Jim replied, "So am I."

Maria nervously said, "I've never done anything like this before."

Jim said, "Neither have I" as he stepped toward her. 

They were standing very close when Jim touched Maria's shoulder. They both felt the tension begin to ease. Jim leaned forward and gently kissed Maria. After stepping back and looking into each other's eyes, they moved forward and were quickly locked in a passionate embrace. Their lips parted and their tongues were moving in a stead rhythm.

Jim's hands slid down Maria's back until he was squeezing that beautiful ass. As the excitement level ratcheted up, the nervousness and the guilt were disappearing. Soon, Maria was pulling at Jim's tie to get it off and unbuttoning his shirt. After his shirt was off, he removed her blazer, revealing a lacy, black bra which he quickly removed. His right hand went directly to her left breast while his left hand was still squeezing her ass. 

Maria was incredibly turned on and was pawing at his crotch, feeling his growing erection through his pants. Neither could believe the passion. 

Maria suddenly broke the kiss and pushed Jim away. Jim was caught by surprise. He couldn't believe she was stopping. He needn't worry. Maria stepped back and while giving him a look of pure desire, kicked off her shoes and unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. She was left in only her panties. Jim just stared at the beauty in front of him.

Maria said only, "Well?" and Jim broke from his trance and started to quickly remove his clothes until he was left in only his boxers.

They came back together and the feeling of skin on skin only heightened their desire. While never breaking the kiss, Jim lifted Maria and moved them to the bed where they proceeded to roll all around the bed, groping every part of their partner's body.

While Maria was on top, she suddenly sat up and grabbed Jim's waist band and yanked off boxers. She stared at Jim's erection while playing with his cock and balls for a few moments before leaning forward and taking him into her mouth. She couldn't remember the last time she had done this. She loved the feeling and taste.

Jim was in heaven. It had been ages since he had received any oral attention. The feeling of being in her mouth was beyond description. He didn't want to cum like this though. He wanted to enter her.

Jim gently pushed Maria from his cock. She looked at him questioningly but Jim just sat up, pushed her onto her back and tore off her panties. His mouth went first to one nipple and then to the other as his hand slowly slid up her thigh. When he the top, he let his fingers trail very gently over her lips and into her sparse pubic hair. 

Maria was already going crazy, writhing around on the bed, when Jim's mouth moved from her tits and started moving very slowly down her torso. Jim's kisses moved through her pubic area. He forcefully spread her legs apart and moved between them. Maria was shaking with anticipation. She let out a moan when his tongue slid between her lips.

Jim spread her lips with his fingers and plunged his tongue into her vagina. Maria was going crazy. Her juices were pouring out of her and Jim was lapping them up. He replaced his tongue with his finger and let his tongue move up to Maria's clit. He began steadily flicking her clit with his tongue while his finger moved in and out of her vagina. Maria's steady moans were converging into one, nonstop moan.

Maria couldn't believe the sensations she was feeling. She could feel her orgasm approaching. As she was peaking, she held her breath. Her whole body tensed. Her thighs clamped down on Jim's head. As one of the biggest orgasms she had ever felt took over her body, she moaned very loudly and kept on going. Jim now had two fingers in her and was sucking on her clit.

When she couldn't take any more, she pushed Jim's head away from her crotch. Her clit was now too sensitive to touch. She was panting. Jim moved up next to her smiling. She grabbed his head and started kissing him, tasting her own juices on his lips. This was another first for her

Maria pushed Jim onto his back, straddled him and guided his cock into her. She was so wet that he entered her completely. She slowly started to ride him, building up speed. She was slamming up and down on him lost in her own pleasure. Jim could feel his own orgasm slowly building but wanted to hold it off. He pushed her off of him.

She was sitting on the bed looking at him expectantly. He got up onto his knees and flipped her over, moving her onto her knees. He entered her form behind and after a few gentle thrusts, grabbed a hold of her hips and started to slam into her. While he was doing this, he reached up and pulled her hair. This sent her over the edge. She came again. Jim rode her through her orgasm but then couldn't hold out any longer. He let out a moan and emptied his balls into her.

They both collapsed onto the bed breathing heavily. They fell asleep and Jim was awoken by the shower at 6:30. He also needed to get cleaned up and check out. He knocked on the bathroom door and heard Maria tell him to come in. Just as he was walking in, the shower turned off. Maria grabbed a towel and opened the curtain. Jim couldn't help but admire her naked body again.

He told her he had to get to the airport. She understood. She gave him a hug, squeezing her naked body tightly against him. Neither said anything about exchanging contact information. They would each be the reason for the other's unexplained smile in the years ahead.

Jim slipped out to head back to his room to get ready to go. By the time he was dressed and ready, Maria was already at the airport.



One Night Stand



I looked at my watch for the umpteenth time. It was only eleven am and I was already bored. My name is Catherine Hamilton. I'm 28 and have married to my wonderful husband, Harry who is year older. I work full time in Broadbury Credit Union in Middlesex. Harry works as a long distance lorry driver, chiefly between Dover and Calais. Sometimes he has to go to Germany and beyond. It brings in more money. We have no children yet. Our plan is to reduce our mortgage and then pay it off with the legacy my late uncle George left me.

I love my job, my life and of course, my husband. We are reasonably comfortable with our two storey house on the outskirts of Broadbury. Our love life, when it happens, is wonderful. Sometimes though the daily routine seems so mundane and ordinary that I wish something exciting or spontaneous would occur for a change.

Don't get me wrong. I love my husband and he loves me. I'd never dream of cheating on him. At least that's what I told myself until "that night".

It was a routine Tuesday morning when Mr Crawford, my boss, called me to his office. He informed me that the local Credit Unions in this and neighbouring counties were holding a training and information seminar in Bristol and asked if I'd like to go.

I jumped at the opportunity. The idea of a weekend all expenses paid trip to Bristol appealed to me and besides, Harry would be in Germany that weekend and was not scheduled to be back until the middle of the week. Little did I know what was to lie ahead. The plan was that I and Margaret Dempster, one of my work colleagues would go together. However, on the Thursday we were due to travel Margaret's five year old son became ill and she was unable to travel so I went alone.

I had been to Bristol before and was very acquainted with the hotel the seminar was being held in so I was comfortable driving up there alone. 

I checked into the hotel and then signed in for the seminar. The first evening session was the usual introductions and usual boring speeches about aims and goals. I'd heard it so often before I could recite what each speaker would say before he or she would say it. The first full day was predictably boring. As I said earlier I looked at my watch just hoping coffee break would come. 

The last day was very much the same. I looked around and saw the same tired old faces nodding in agreement at everything that was said. Then my head stopped and I saw her. Her raven coloured hair was long and below her broad and muscular shoulders. Although she was sitting I could tell she was taller than me. I'm five feet eight but this woman was definitely over six feet tall. She was, perhaps, in her early thirties. Her hair reflected the light in the room. Her breasts were full and round and despite the distance between us I could see her eyes were blue and piercing. I knew most of the people here but she was new.

She kept staring in my direction. I wasn't sure whether me or someone at my table that she was interested in. I couldn't make out what was wrong with me. This woman's presence seemed to fascinate me. She had an almost toxic hold on me and I was keen to get closer.

When the coffee break finally arrived I was waylaid by a group of acquaintances from other Credit unions and was unable to get to speak to her. She was in the room speaking to others. It was the first time I saw her standing and I was right about her physique. It was of Amazonian proportions. Her legs were long and also muscular.

This woman clearly kept herself very fit. Even when we broke up for the workshops I never got near her although she was always in my sight. 

Late that evening after supper I was in my room thinking of this mysterious woman who had caught my eye. I was frustrated that I had failed to meet or speak with her. I decided to go down to the bar and have a drink. I felt disappointed as I entered the bar and saw that the woman was no where in sight.

I ordered a gin and tonic and sat down in an empty booth and nursed my drink with only one question on my mind. "Who was she?"

My thoughts were suddenly broken by a strange voice. "May I?"

I looked up and it was my mystery woman with a glass of wine in her hand. As I looked up this woman seemed gigantic but friendly. It seemed I was transfixed for several seconds. "Of course, be my guest," I said as I stuttered out the words.

"Amelia Lawton," she said as she extended her hand and I introduced myself as I shook it.

"I've never seen you here before," I remarked.

"Well, I'm an observer from the League of Credit unions in London. It's the first time I've been to Bristol."

"Oh, a spy for the league," I said jokingly.

"Hardly a spy," Amelia responded, sounding a little hurt.

"I'm sorry. I was only joking. Can I get you another drink?"

Amelia nodded and I ordered the drinks.

"Are you here alone?" asked Amelia.

"Yes. My friend's young son became ill so I came alone.

"I see." replied Amelia.

"Are you married?" I asked.

"No, I'm quite single," Amelia responded almost as if the idea of marriage repulsed her.

I revealed that I was married and very much in love with my husband. 

"Good for you," she said in what seemed to be a genuine expression of happiness for me.

After a few more drinks I decided to head up to bed. I was on the third floor as it turned out Amelia's room was there also, just two doors down from mine. We chatted and joked along the corridor until we stopped at my door.

"Well, goodnight, Amelia. It was lovely to meet you," I said.

What happened next was a complete shock to me. Amelia remained silent but her lofty head suddenly stooped down like an eagle snatching its prey with its claws.

The kiss was electrifying and what shocked me more was my own response as I wanted to return the kiss. The whole sensation made my entire body shudder with excitement. 

The door to my room opened and Amelia pushed me inside and gently onto the bed. We were still kissing passionately when I suddenly remembered I was married and wanted to stop. However, Amelia kissed my neck, the affect of which, was like the sting of a dart. It was almost as if I had been injected with raging lust as I began to unbutton Amelia's blue blouse while she unbuttoned mine. 

As Amelia's blouse fell open I could see that her huge breasts were straining to escape the confines of her lacy red bra. This contrasted to my own plain white bra and her breasts certainly dwarfed my own that were of medium size.

Amelia pulled my up slightly as if I were a child and quickly removed my blouse and bra. I, in turn removed Amelia's and she allowed them to be tossed carelessly to the floor.

Again Amelia pushed me gently down on the bed and we resumed our passionate kisses. Suddenly Amelia broke off and kissed my bare shoulder. I couldn't help moaning as her soft lips made their way down my body to my breasts. She began to lick and suck them in an alternative manner and I couldn't resist moaning all the louder because of it.

I was so captivated that when Amelia started to remove my white slacks and underwear I cooperated fully by raising my bottom and allowing it to happen.

Amelia rapidly removed her remaining clothing. For a few seconds I could see just how beautiful this naked Amazon was. As she came back down I gave a slight yell of pleasure as I felt the heat of her smooth body as we came together. The wonderful tingling sensation as our nipples collided made me moan again.

"Ooooh," I sighed as Amelia's tongue travelled down my waist towards my vagina. The wonderful sensation I felt when Amelia's tongue drilled through my vagina and on to my clitoris was beyond description. All I know is that it was the most pleasurable sensation I had ever felt. I had three orgasms, more than I ever had with Harry.

Then it was my turn. I simply copied in every detail Amelia's movements. It was my first real lesbian experience and I wasn't sure whether Amelia would find it as pleasurable as I did. I received a boost of confidence as she began to moan and this encouraged me to be bolder. As I drilled into her vagina with my tongue Amelia's pleasurable moaning and like me she had several orgasms. 

To me there is nothing to compare with the softness of another woman and for this reason we continued to hug and kiss each other for what seemed an eternity. Inevitably however exhaustion brought on by our exertions and drink finally caught up and I fell asleep in Amelia's arms.

***

As I woke up I could feel the warmth of the early morning sun as it beamed through the window. It took me a few seconds to recollect my thoughts and then I realised I was alone in the bed but for a single red rose beside me.

I began to panic and searched my jacket and handbag. My fears were groundless however as my credit cards and cash were still here. Amelia was gone and I struggled to try and make sense of what had happened. There was a knock at the room door. Obviously it was the cleaner so I opened the door and stuck my head out, shyly hiding my nakedness.

"I'm sorry. I overslept. Can you give me a few minutes?" I asked.

"No problem," the young woman in a maid's uniform said with a smile and moved on to the next room.

I had a quick shower and dressed. I made my way down to the lobby with my luggage and enquired at reception about the lady in room 302.

The young woman in reception looked at me in a puzzled manner and stated quite categorically that the only people occupying 302 were an elderly couple and they had been there for over a week.

For some reason I wasn't surprised. I next enquired with those who organised the seminar and once again I wasn't surprised when they told me that to the best of their knowledge there was no one from the credit union league present.

I drove home to Broadbury mystified but intrigued. I never told Harry about it. He is a good man but I don't know how he would react. After all, I did cheat even if I never intended too. I returned to work on Monday and gave Mr Crawford a rather, shall we say, a beefed up report about the seminar which seemed to please him.

I made enquiries at the League of Credit Union offices and of course I drew a blank. I doubt if Amelia Lawton was even her real name.

I still have the rose I found. I keep it safely in my secret diary. It reminds me when ever I feel how mundane things seem to be I had for one brief moment a wonderful sensation that most women could only dream of.

Who was that mysterious woman? I've resigned myself to the fact that I will probably never know. The fact that I don't know I think adds to the excitement and intrigue of the story.

I'm also intrigued about the many comparisons between us. Amelia was taller. Her breasts were huge and full. Her body was athletic and yet for all this we ended up making love in a hotel.

Although the lovemaking between myself and Harry is very good nothing compares to the wonderful sensation of that time in Bristol and my one night stand.



One Night Stand



NOTE: I'd like to thank Aruzia Melnik for editing my first attempt at publishing a story. The feedback and insights I received were invaluable. I hope you enjoy this One Night Stand.

*****

She oozed sex as she watched him. Her eyes seemed hungry and Ian could not deny how it turned him on. Ian stirred a little in his stool trying to hide the excitement growing between his legs. 

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It had been a long, tough day when Ian finally sat down at the bar of the hotel. He ordered himself a beer and positioned himself on the stool so he could view the people coming in and out. There were a few businessmen still in their suits sitting at a table, obviously still absorbed in the day's business deal. A couple sat in a private area, gazing into each other's eyes deeply and paying attention to no one else. A few other tables were occupied by groups attending the latest convention. No one caught Ian's eye, that is, until she walked in.

He wasn't sure if it was her long platinum blonde hair, her athletic, strong body, or her large breasts that caught his attention, but whatever it was, he secretly hoped she sat next to him. Ian watched as she walked toward the bar. She was wearing a tight, short, dress that left little to the imagination. Her cleavage was abundant, spilling out of the dress. Her legs were strong and toned as she moved effortlessly in her 4" heels. Ian was able to get a look at her firm ass as she moved past him to take the seat on his left.

"Bourbon & coke please." He heard her sultry voice say to the bartender. The thoughts in Ian's head were flying as he smelled her perfume. He could not take his eyes from her and he was not quite sure why.

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The bar wasn't very crowded when Lexi arrived. She scanned the room quickly from the doorway. A table of businessmen none seemed interesting. Couples, mixed group table... wait... the man at the bar. "Yummy" she thought to herself. He had a well-groomed look about him, with his short brown hair, gorgeous hazel eyes, a strong jaw line, muscles that bulged beneath his tapered black shirt, and jeans that fit perfectly over his crotch. And the best part of it was no one was sitting near him. She smiled and walked towards him, taking the seat to his left. 

She ordered her drink and sensed his eyes on her. Damn he was hot. She could feel herself getting moist beneath her dress. She looked him over and didn't notice a ring, or indents from a ring, not that that would have mattered. She sipped her drink watching him over the rim of the glass and then smiled at him. "Are you going to say 'Hello' or just stare?"

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Ian was a little startled at her comment, but he smiled a fantastic smile and simply said, "Hello."

"Great smile. Are you here for a conference?" She tried not to show how his smile impacted her physically, but her nipples were hard and poked through her dress. He noticed; how could he not?

"Just a long day, needed to relax and have a drink." He took a drink of his beer. "And what are you doing here?" He said taking another drink.

She smiled a devilish grin. "I am here to find a man for the night." He almost spat out his beer as she said it. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." She giggled a little. "My name is Lexi."

He gathered his composure and extended his hand, "Ian." She grasped it firmly and shook it. 

"Nice to meet you Ian. Here alone?"

"Not anymore." He grinned. Ian looked Lexi over and noticed she had re-positioned herself on the stool so that her legs parted slightly, as if to invite him to look. Her ample chest was still showing her hard nipples beneath the tight fit of the dress's bodice. He moved on his bar stool as his cock stiffened.

It was clear there was a spark between them; the only question was how long they had to sit there before one of them would act on it. It didn't take long. Lexi leaned over and whispered into Ian's ear, "That looks like something I could take care of for you Ian." She glanced at his cock bulge beneath his jeans. She finished her drink, left money on the bar and stood up. "Come with me." And she started to walk towards the lobby. Ian quickly stood up, threw some cash on the bar for a tip and followed behind Lexi.

In the elevator she pressed 6 and turned to Ian, grabbed his neck and pulled him to her. She kissed him deeply, her tongue searching his mouth for his with a hunger he had not experienced before. Lexi moved her body against Ian so his cock was pressed against her. She rubbed herself against him, moaning gently in his ear. She reached her hand to his cock and rubbed him through his jeans, squeezing a little when the ding of the elevator alerted them to the 6th floor. Lexi moved off his body and as she exited the elevator, she turned back momentarily waving her fingers to the man who remained on the elevator. "Have a good night," she said seductively.

She grabbed Ian's hand and led him down the hall to room 601. The key clicked in the electronic lock and as she opened the door. She pulled at this shirt, lifting it over his head and throwing it to the floor as the door closed. "Ian, are you ready to be fucked hard?"

"Oh God yes," he replied breathlessly. He pulled Lexi to him and lifted her dress over her head. She stood before him naked, expect for her 4" heels. Without a word Ian took her right breast in his hand firmly and sucked it hard. Licking the nipple and rolling it with his tongue, the feel of her breast in his mouth was exhilarating. He pressed himself firmly into her and thrust his hard cock against her. She moaned at the feel of his hardness. She was so wet at the feeling of his mouth on her nipples she had to focus on not cumming. 

She moved so she could undress him. Her expert fingers at his waistband had his jeans' button undone in a moment. She quickly pulled down the zipper to finish the job. Her fingers gripped the sides of the jeans and she tugged roughly to get them off Ian's hips. She glanced down and saw his huge penis through the form fitting boxer briefs he still wore; for the moment. A quick pull at those and they too were on the floor at Ian's ankles. Again she looked down and sucked back drool that immediately formed at her mouth when she saw the most gorgeous cock protruding from his body. Lexi dropped to her knees, lifting his right foot off the floor to remove his shoe, tossing it away and repeating with the left before she pulled his jeans and under shorts away from him completely. She lifted herself up into a high kneel and took his cock in her hand. "God it feels good," she moaned. She stroked it gently, watching it intently, and again fought back the drool. There was no more waiting, she couldn't take it anymore; she licked the tip getting the first taste of pre-cum. "Yum," she said out loud. Her mouth opened up and she slid his cock entirely into her mouth, sucking the whole time. Ian moaned loudly. 

The more she moved up and down the shaft the bigger it grew and harder it became. He grabbed her head with both hands and moved it faster on his shaft. "Fuck me with that mouth." Ian grunted and she did exactly that. He couldn't stop thinking about how good her mouth felt on his cock. She seemed to know exactly how to work his cock to make him huge. "Oh fuck!" He said. He pulled her off of his cock before she made him cum.

Lexi stood up and pushed Ian back on the bed. She stood over him, looking at his firm, well-toned, muscular body. Subconsciously, she licked her lips. Ian couldn't help but smile. Without warning Lexi straddled his body and grabbed his right wrist. Before he knew what she was doing he heard a click. He glanced over his shoulder to see she had handcuffed him to the headboard through one of the slats. While he was looking at his right wrist she repeated the process to the left. He laughed nervously, "Oh, funny. Come on now Lexi let me go." She ignored him. Lexi lowered her face to his and gave him another animalistic kiss. It seemed to Ian that her hunger had grown since the elevator kiss.

Her hands roamed his chest and she pinched his nipples. She reached for the bedside table and grabbed what looked like chains from there. Ian watched as she quickly moved to clamping his nipples to the chains. "Oh shit," he exhaled. Lexi smiled that devilish grin of hers and pressed herself over the entire length of his body. She nibbled on his neck and slowly moved down his chest, flicking her tongue over his clamped nipples. "Oh, one thing Lexi, no marks. My girlfriend won't like that."

Lucky bitch! Lexi thought to herself. "Then don't move too much with those cuffs on, they will leave a red mark." She grinned and returned to his body. She licked slowly down his torso, over his stomach, stopping at his pelvis. "You taste good." And with that she swallowed his cock in her mouth again. As she sucked him this time she allowed her fingers to caress his balls, gently massaging them with her right hand, holding the base of his cock with her left. She sucked hard on the head of his cock before sliding back down the shaft with the flat of her tongue on the underside. The more he moaned, the more Lexi enjoyed it. She pushed her hips against his thick, muscular leg, rubbing her pussy against it. Grinding into it as she fucked his cock with her mouth she brought herself to climax. The feeling started at the tips of her toes and slowly crawled up to her pussy where the blood warmed and moistened the already wet area. The tingles grew to a full-bodied exhilarating feeling that Lexi couldn't control. She released her orgasm as she sucked Ian harder. His mind reeled as he felt her cum on his leg just from sucking his cock.

In one move Lexi mounted Ian, shoving his cock deep inside her wet pussy. She sat tall on him in full cowgirl position and rode him like the stud he was. She moved her hips forward & back working him deeper into her pussy, the head of his cock hitting her G spot. Ian groaned as his cock grew inside of her. Lexi milked the throbbing mass of cock with her pussy walls. He felt the pressure of her pussy walls against his cock then released it, then again and again. Squeeze release, squeeze release, over and over. He was so close to cumming. "Do you want it?" He asked.

"Give it to me. Cum inside of me." She commanded it, which turned Ian on even more. Just as he was going to climax she released the clamps from his nipples. The rush enhanced his orgasm as he released his warm creamy seed inside her hot wet pussy, which made her orgasm too. They both groaned and moaned as he emptied himself into her. 

When they were able to move again, Lexi got off his cock, slipped it in her mouth and sucked him clean. She moved over his face and forced his mouth open. As she held it wide she released a stream of spit & cum into his mouth for him to taste. Saving some for herself she finally swallowed. Both enjoyed the taste of their cum mixed together. Glancing at the clock next to the bed, Lexi noticed it had barely been 30 minutes since they left the bar.

Lexi lay on the bed next to Ian. "Are you planning on releasing me?" He turned his head toward her. She smiled, stood up and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. She came back to the bed, poured water in his mouth and sat next to him. 

"Well, you have been a good toy tonight. Perhaps I could let you free." She giggled a little, unlocked his left wrist and then the right. Before she knew what happened Ian grabbed her forced her face to the bed and held her down. "What do you think you are doing, Ian?"

"Taking your ass." He said simply. He leaned over and grabbed the dildo that had been left on the bedside table, covered it in the lube that was out, and without warning he shoved it in Lexi's asshole. "Take it all." He buried the dildo deep inside her ass as she moaned, almost screamed with pleasure. He worked the dildo in and out, removing it completely before shoving it back in deep again. He repeated this several times before he noticed the now familiar shudder of her body which told him she was cumming. 

As he watched her body's reaction to the dildo fucking, his cock grew hard again. He could wait no longer. He removed the dildo from her ass, much to her disappointment, and replaced it with his hard, fully erect cock, which she loved. "FUCK ME!" Her voice was muffled as Ian still held her head to the bed. He thrust himself deep and hard inside her tight ass. The pounding increased the more she reacted.

Removing his hand from her head he grabbed her shoulders. She bucked and pushed herself against his cock. "Oh yeah, fuck that ass." She begged, but he didn't have to. Lexi was fucking herself on Ian. He was getting off watching her work her body on him. The fucking continued as she came again. He reached around her and grabbed her tits as they bounced beneath her, rubbing them with his strong hands.

He pushed her down again so her ass was high in the air and held her shoulders firm. She kept grinding her ass into him. "Oh Ian that feels so good." She moved herself faster against him. The faster she moved, the harder Ian became and the closer to orgasm he felt. There was no way he was going to be able to hold it back. Her tight ass felt so good around his cock. She squeezed it and the sensation was incredible. 

Sweat formed on both of their bodies and the room was filled with the scent of sex. Ian was ramming himself against her ass harder than he thought he could. He pulled himself off so he could watch her ass cheeks spread again as he entered her. "Oh God!" he moaned. He bucked hard into her and she begged for more. He rode her ass like it was a bucking bull in a rodeo. He wondered if he could hold on for 8 seconds more. Lexi pushed herself against him at the same moment he thrust into her. He thought he was going to tear her ass. He thought he heard her whisper "Harder" but he wasn't sure. He thrust with all he had in him and watched as she almost buckled beneath him with a huge orgasm. "Oh fuck," he whispered. He felt his body reaching its climax and there was no stopping it now. He exploded his cum into Lexi's tight, firm ass; feeling his cock pulse as he ejected another huge load of seed into her. 

Ian pulled himself out and flipped Lexi on her back shoving his cock in her mouth. To his surprise she cleaned his cock without complaint. They lay next to each other again, waiting for their breathing to return to normal. They drank water and relaxed together for a few minutes, before Lexi stood up. "It's getting late."

Ian rolled over and looked at the clock. "Mmm, It is. I have to go; my girlfriend will be home soon." He stood up and started to gather his clothes. He quickly dressed again and then turned to Lexi who was gathering her things, still naked. "Thanks for a great night. Nice to have met you."

"You're welcome. Thanks for the good fucking." She grinned and moved in close to Ian, kissing him gently on the lips. "Do you need me to show you out or can you manage?"

"I'm good thanks," he smiled.

Lexi turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Ian left the room with a smile on his face. 

Remembering the time, he rushed to his car and drove home quickly. Ian knew he had to hurry as his girlfriend would be home soon from her night out. He came in the garage door and the dogs greeted him excitedly. He let them out in the back while he hopped into the master bathroom to shower, brush his teeth and change.

He was clean and smelling like him, all traces of Lexi removed, sitting on the couch with the dogs at his feet thinking about his hot encounter when he heard the garage door open. A few moments later the kitchen door opened and Ian looked over his shoulder to see his girlfriend walking in. She was wearing a mini skirt and low cut shirt, showing her cleavage off. Her brown hair was cut short and her dark eyes had a hint of naughtiness in them. "Hi baby. Did you have a good night?" She asked as she walked over to Ian and kissed him gently on the lips.

"I had a great night Liz." He smiled as she sat down and snuggled into him. "By the way..."

"Yes babe?" Her devilish grin emerged.

"Lexi was fucking hot. Let's do her again."



One Night Stand



Seth woke up groggy and confused. He quickly became aware he had absolutely no idea where he was. 

Burgundy satin sheets were tangled around his naked frame. He quickly sat up and looked down at his muscular physique to find it riddled with red welts and scratch marks. He shook his head, attempting to clear the cobwebs and tried to recall exactly what happened the night before. How did he end up naked and looking like he'd been in a cat fight in some stranger's bedroom?

The room was opulent, tastefully decorated and definitely feminine. He peered into the open door of a large walk-in closet. There were burgeoning racks of stylish female clothing and rows upon rows of high heeled shoes neatly lined up. Yeah, he was definitely in some broad's bedroom... but whose?

Obviously she had money and good taste but he still had no recollection of meeting anyone or what he had done the night before. Seth began to panic. He'd been drunk many times in his life but never to the point of blacking out. It was enough to make him knock off the boozing forever... if he could ever find his way out of this room.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up. Feeling dizzy and disorientated he quickly sat down and grabbed one of the hand carved bedposts to steady himself. What the hell did he drink anyway?

He felt weak, like he was going to pass out so he fell back on the bed, face up. It startled him to see his own naked image staring back from the mirrored canopy. Obviously he'd had sex with a woman in this bed the night before. He couldn't remember getting the life fucked out of him underneath this mirror. If anyone needed to check into the Betty Ford Clinic right now, it was Seth Andrews.

He gazed up at his ghostly form and grimaced. "Goddamn Seth, you need to get some sun!" Now he was talking to himself in somebody else's bed, somewhere in "Where the fuck am I land?". He continued to stare at his battered body hovering eerily above him in total disbelief.

On just about any day, Seth could easily attract any woman he wanted but right now he looked like road kill that had been left out on the hot pavement too long. Except... he wasn't warm. In fact he was freezing. He blew out a puff of air and he could see his own breath. Other than being inside of a meat locker once when he was a kid, he'd never recalled any room being this cold. He pulled the sheets around his shivering body and hugged himself for some warmth.

Think you stupid bastard - think! What had he done? Where did he go? What was the last thing he remembered doing? He was still wearing his Rolex - so he knew he hadn't been rolled. He checked the date to see that it was Sunday, November first and it was three in the afternoon. What the hell? He'd had this watch since he graduated from law school twelve years ago and it never lost a minute in time. He was almost hoping that was the case... but he knew otherwise.

Looking at the image of his battered body was more than he could handle so he rolled over on his side and wrapped the sheets tighter around his aching frame. From the way he felt, he must have been doing some very strenuous activity last night because he had muscles aching he didn't even know he owned.

He pulled his knees up tightly against his body and cringed at the shooting pain in the left side of his groin. He anxiously grabbed at his genitals and breathed a sigh of relief. Yep, they were still there. At least she didn't bite his dick off!

Suddenly, a flashback of getting the best blow job of his life hit him like a ton of bricks. He labored to bring back the recollections of last night. He remembered the oral sex - how could he forget it? This chick could suck the chrome off a tailpipe with no problem. He lay across her bed and allowed the memories to flood back as he fought off the dull ache that was invading his chilled body.

Last night was Halloween. He'd agreed to meet with some former clients at a posh Hollywood night spot on Wilshire Blvd to celebrate a civil case he'd successfully settled for them out of court.

The Goldsteins had money and connections so he could hardly afford to pass up the chance to gain favor with them. His brand new Porsche was eating up his savings since the market crashed. He might as well drum up some business and enjoy himself while he was at it. Being a workaholic did have its perks.

The evening's entertainment turned out to be Sade and he was mesmerized by her exotic beauty and the rich velvety sound of her voice. He'd only planned on staying for one drink and wound up staying long after his clients left to enjoy the laid back atmosphere of the club.

Sade was still as beautiful as he remembered her to be. The music took him back to his college days as she crooned the words to "Smooth Operator" into the microphone as he sipped on a single malt scotch, neat.

That was the moment he noticed her - the sultry vixen with the talented mouth and bright red lips. He vividly recalled those red lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock. The vision in his head was making his painful groin twitch. At the moment his balls felt like they'd been sucked inside out but it sure felt good while she was doing it. Now the vision was coming back vividly.

He watched as she approached him like a jungle cat on the prowl from across the dance floor. Her svelte

body was draped in a skin tight sheath of red velvet and her dark pageboy gleamed blue/black under the soft barroom lighting. Her deep brown eyes peered into his steel blue ones with an unscrupulous desire. He could feel her sensuality all the way down to his core. This woman was born to fuck and he was certain she knew it too.

He gave her a grin as she slipped onto the high barstool next to him and placed her elbows on the polished table. "Well hello there." was all he managed to eke out but it was done with as much debonair charm as he could muster. His dick was going to be doing all the thinking for him tonight.

He managed to keep a cool façade as she gazed at him with hypnotic dark eyes. She lowered her thick lashes and sighed. Her voice was sultry. "You're probably not going to believe this but I normally don't make a habit of meeting strange men in bars." His dick stiffened with each word that poured forth from between those pouty red lips as she held out her slender hand. "My name's Tatiana Du Bois."

"Well Tatiana Du Bois, I'm pleased you decided to break your habit." He lifted her long fingers adorned with bright red nails to his lips and kissed them lightly. Chivalry was still alive and well in the City of Angels. "Seth Andrews... and the pleasure is truly mine."

He winked as she coyly slipped her fingers from his grasp. A seductive smile exposed a hint of perfect white teeth. He could already picture her naked, on top of him, doing very bad things. His Armani trousers could barely contain his arousal.

Seth Andrews was going to bed this beauty before the sun came up and hopefully she would be receptive to the idea without much persuasion. So far his chances were looking pretty good.

She gave him a serene smile which revealed she was well aware of the effect she was having on him. The softness of her voice played like a melody in his ear. "Well, the truth be known, you remind me of someone I used to know and I couldn't resist."

His piercing blue eyes sent chills down her cold spine. Tatiana had surveyed his tall muscular frame from across the bar with pure lust for more than an hour. The slender nose, the crooked grin, the high forehead, all seemed so familiar. She had a pressing urge to run her fingers through his short and stylish chestnut waves. The handsome lawyer could be a dead ringer for her ex and she had already decided that he would look good immortal. She wasn't walking out of this nightclub without him. Her mind was made up. What Tatiana wanted, Tatiana got.

Seth could recall very little about their night together... other than the coolness of her alabaster skin as he glided his hands along the length of her long legs. He remembered holding them apart by a pair of red fuck-me stilettos. Not to mention the spectacular act of fellatio she so gloriously bestowed upon his grateful penis.

Why couldn't he remember anything after that? He felt like he'd been in a barroom fight. The woman had to be an animal in the sack. From the looks of the claw marks up and down his chest and arms, he assumed that he had returned the favor. His back felt like a kitten's scratching post.

Too bad he hadn't been sober enough to witness her in action. Perhaps she'd give him another chance and maybe he could manage to remain sober enough to slow her down a bit. He couldn't meet up with clients looking like he'd been beat up by a pussy cat.

Seth sensed movement behind him and quickly turned his head to see his mysterious bed partner standing at the foot of the bed looking like a dark goddess. She wore a black silk kimono which hugged her curves. The fabric accentuated erect nipples sitting high upon round firm breasts.

Raven tresses fell softly about her shoulders and her red lips were just as luscious as he remembered in contrast to her translucent, flawless skin. He became hard again despite the dull pain he was experiencing in his groin.

She spoke to him in a voice so seductive that even the wildest of beasts would kneel at her feet. "Good morning, my darling. I trust you slept well last night?" Dark mysterious eyes focused on his growing interest in her as he rolled over to admire the ravishing beauty.

He attempted to stretch his sore muscles and winced. "Apparently last night I was feeling no pain... but I can't say that now." He placed his hands across the broad span of his chest and grinned slightly. "What the hell did we do last night?"

He continued to stare at his exotic hostess. "I'm not in the habit of drinking until I lose my memory." He raised one eyebrow. "I assume we had a good time... am I right?"

There was an evilness in the way she tilted her head to smile at him. "You don't remember?" She leaned seductively against the bedpost and whispered. "You were an animal."

The term, sex kitten entered his thoughts as he ran his hands along the bloody marks across his chest and upper arms. "We must've brought it out in one another."

Tatiana's eyes traveled over Seth's sinewy body as she leaned across the rumpled bed linens. Her eyes caught his momentarily. His glance was quickly averted to her bare breasts spilling out of the low neckline of her gown. "Feel like breakfast in bed?" She asked coolly.

He looked at his watch again. "Um, sure... although it's nearly dinner time." He stretched his body once again trying to loosen up. "But I'm game if you're on the menu for dessert?"

She answered with a raspy growl. "I am... if you'll be my main course." She crawled seductively across the bed towards him on her hands and knees like a panther on the prowl. If Seth hadn't been so focused on Tatiana's pendulous breasts bobbing beneath her kimono he might have noticed her dark eyes turning pale or the gleaming white fangs erupting from her jaws between those enticing red lips but... it was too late.

Seth pulled her close to get a taste of her luscious mouth when he heard a deep growl come from low in her throat. His face showed startled surprise as he held her at arm's length to gaze into ice cold silver blue eyes of a monster. Her signature red lips were parted by long canine incisors that loomed dangerously close to his neck.

Seth's eyes widened as his startled words escaped his mouth. "What the hell are you?" He tried desperately to push her away but her strength was immeasurable and he was no match as she hovered dangerously close to his throat. He tried to shift his body from one side to another but she held him stationary beneath her in a death-like grip. His mind was racing with thoughts of pure terror as he desperately attempted to wriggle free of her grasp. He raged at her. "Let go of me you crazy bitch!"

Tatiana laughed with a throaty quality that bordered on pure evil. "Andre darling, that's no way to talk to a lady and besides you know what I really am... don't you darling?" Her voice purred as her grip on his body remained concrete.

Seth's nostrils flared, his brow furrowed in pure hatred for the entity that loomed on top of him. There was panic and confusion in his response. "There is no such thing as vampires! Who the hell is Andre?"

Tatiana continued to reign over him with a look that wavered between angelic and demonic. It sent terror ripping through Seth's very soul. He was hypnotized by fear and morbid curiosity.

"Sorry Seth, it was a Freudian slip... You look so much like him. I was caught up in the moment." She smiled insanely as she leered. "I promise darling, never to do that again." His eyes were focused on her razor sharp fangs. She continued to pull him deeper and deeper under her hypnotic spell.

Seth felt as if he were moving in slow motion with every passing moment their bodies lay tangled together between the burgundy satin sheets. His struggling seemed to excite her and increase her unparalleled strength. Inciting him to continue to fight against her powerful hold.

Seth realized what prey must feel like at the moment of capture. He was powerless to fend her off. Vulnerable but not willing to give in as long as he still had some survival instinct left. Ironically, another part of him wanted to surrender to her wickedness. He wanted to know the mystery of what lay beneath her dispassionate, undead heart.

She continued to hold his gaze with her silver tinged ghostly eyes. They were hauntingly beautiful. It was as if he was staring into crystal balls that foretold his fate awaiting so near.

He couldn't hold her off a minute longer. His arms weakened and collapsed beneath the weight of her slender body as if she weighed a thousand pounds. Tatiana could sense the defeat of his will surrendering to her power. His ability to fight off the power of a two hundred and twenty year old vampire for as long as he did was impressive. Seth was going to make a wonderful immortal mate, a complete match for her in every way.

Seth released a mournful groan from deep within. He was grieving for the impending loss of his humanity. He seemed to accept his fate.

Tatiana hoped that she had finally found a cure for the never ending hunger of her long lost beloved Andre. Maybe she could accept her immortal lover's rejection if she could replace him with a new found obsession.

She stroked Seth's handsome face, dreaming of the everlasting future they would share together. Seth had no idea of the powers she could bestow upon him. He would eventually appreciate her gift of immortality. She was convinced of that. A powerful vampire was going to arise from a mere mortal man in just moments.

Tatiana would sire him differently. She wouldn't make the same mistakes as she did with Andre. This mortal would make her forget the undying love she held for the vampire that abandoned her long, long ago.

Her sharp fangs snapped through his taut skin and sunk deep into the side of his muscular throat. The taste of his blood was exquisite as it flowed onto her tongue. She could sense Seth's mortal soul slowly begin to depart from his body. Soon, she would return the rich sanguine fluid to his body along with the limitless powers of a regal and powerful vampire.

The room became darker as Seth felt the life draining from his body and his earthly pain diminished. He had begun to believe that he was surrendering willingly to this beautiful dark eyed vampire.

His impending demise was put on hold abruptly as Tatiana's body was lifted violently from his nearly lifeless form. Too weak to move, he was witness to the unbelievable struggle that was taking place on the floor next to the bed.

Tatiana's plan to sire Seth was cut short by a sudden lurch from behind. A beautiful blonde vampire yanked the raven haired seductress by her tresses and dragged her to the floor. Tatiana's fangs released prematurely from her future fledgling's throat.

Chrissa cried out. "No Tatiana! Not again!" Chrissa yanked at Tatiana's black silk gown, tearing it from her body.

Tatiana screamed as she struggled to return to her hapless victim on the bed. "No! No! Let me go Chrissa! Let me finish turning my beloved new Andre!" 

Seth held his throat and gasped for air as the life Tatiana tried to drain from him slowly returned. The sudden appearance of the blonde beauty was a welcomed sight as he watched in stunned amazement while these two beautiful women grappled with one another in a desperate battle for domination.

Tatiana tore the white dressing gown from Chrissa and threw her to the floor. The two nude women rolled around violently on the rug beside the bed, scratching and clawing at one another. Seth found the strength to scramble to the other side of the bed and watched in horror and confusion as these two beauties battled one another like a couple of jungle cats for dominance.

Tatiana's scramble to get away from Chrissa was futile because Chrissa's determination to prevent her from returning to Seth was stronger. Soon Tatiana lay on the floor with Chrissa straddling her, pinning her wrists above her head. She pleaded with the raven haired vampire. "Why Tati? Why?" There were tears in Chrissa's blue eyes as she looked into Tatiana's velvet brown ones. "I've dedicated my life to try to make you happy and this is how you repay me? Why?"

Tatiana's eyes were full of pain as she looked up at Seth sitting on the bed. She turned back to her loving blonde companion of so long and softly replied. "Just look at him Chrissa. Just look at that beautiful man."

Chrissa didn't turn around. She kept her gaze exclusively on the love of her life. "I see Tati... but he's not HIM! He will never be him! It was wrong of you to do this! It didn't work with Andre. How could you possibly think it would work with a total stranger?" Her heartbreak was evident as she pleaded with the distraught Tatiana.

Chrissa turned towards Seth who sat naked and stunned on the opposite side of the bed. She narrowed her eyes and hissed at him. "Get out! Get out now and never come back!" She motioned her head towards the bedroom door as she held the still struggling dark eyed vixen beneath her. "Your clothes are over there. Take them and leave now! Forget what you've seen here and never tell a soul." Her voice lowered. "Trust me if you say anything to anyone, you'll regret it." Her eyes turned pale and fangs protruded from her upper jaw as she glared at him. "Get out!"

She didn't have to tell him again. Adrenaline took over as Seth launched his weakened body off the bed. He scrambled to the large wingback chair where his suit and shoes lay crumpled in a pile. He quickly gathered them but couldn't resist turning back for one last look at the carnage before he ran from the room.

The blonde and brunette were lying on the floor completely naked and wrapped in an embrace as they softly wept together. Seth would never be able to get that image out of his head for the rest of his days.

He didn't bother getting dressed as he found his way to the front door of the estate. The warmth of the sun felt seraphic on his chilled naked body. He frantically looked for his car and spotted it, parked at an awkward angle toward the end of the driveway. He stopped long enough to pull his trousers on and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the keys jingling in his pocket. He would wait until he was safely in his car before he had a total meltdown.

Seth sprinted across the manicured lawn in his bare feet as he clutched his shoes and clothes under his arm. His legs carried him swiftly to the relative safety of his Porsche.

Once he was safely inside, with the doors locked, he gripped the steering wheel and took a series of rapid deep breaths trying to calm down. He looked in the rear view mirror and nervously ran his trembling fingers through his short hair at his pale image with sunken eyes and dark circles.




One Night Stand



He didn't want to believe what he'd just witnessed. He tilted his head back and ran his fingers across the puncture wounds on the side of his throat. Two narrow stripes of dried blood ran down the length of his neck to his shoulder. He wasn't having some kind of hallucination. It really did happen.

He sat in his sports car laughing and weeping like some kind of crazed lunatic. His pulse kept a steady beat on the side of his throat. He was alive. He had been mere seconds from death and he could still feel the lonely despair of preparing to meet his fate at the hands of a bloodthirsty female monster. His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Seth looked up at the stately mansion with its manicured lawns and ornamental shrubbery as he noted the street address. He never again wanted to drive past this house again for as long as he lived. He started his engine, spun the powerful sports car around in the driveway and sped out onto the street of the upper class Brentwood neighborhood. When he reached Santa Monica Blvd, he headed west toward his home at the beach. Trying hard not to think about what happened, even though it was the only thing on his mind.

His thoughts turned to a man by the name of Andre who obviously wasn't as lucky as he was. He had been human. Eventually the poor bastard must have gotten away from Tatiana but obviously not before she turned him into a monster like herself. 

Seth would search for a face that looked like his in every crowd from this day on. An intense sadness came over Seth for the stranger. Chrissa must not have been around the fateful night Tatiana chose Andre for her life partner. Seth's heart was heavy for the mysterious undead victim of the night.

He arrived at his Malibu beachfront home just as the sun was beginning to set into the ocean. He sat below his deck overlooking the Pacific and relished the feel of warm sand between his toes as he gazed out at the big orange glowing ball of fire. Never had a sunset been so beautiful.

The water and sky turned to a golden haze before darkness set in when the sun dipped below the horizon. He sat listening to the waves and silently celebrating his mortal soul. He breathed in the salt air and spoke softly to himself.

"Seth, you are one lucky son of a bitch."

The End



One Night Stand



It felt like a noose around my neck getting heavier daily. Each time I got out of the car to walk into the school I would put on my ID badge which told everyone where I worked. This school was by no means my first choice but it was a job. As a core subject it's much harder and the pressure is far worse than say if I was an art teacher.

 One of the few perks of the job was feeling like a minor celebrity in my town when students would greet me as I went about my weekly shop. When the girls in my A level classes saw me it gave me a slight happiness when I saw their smile. So when I said perk I did mean it gave me a perk. 

 Now seeing a student in the local supermarket is much different from seeing them in a club in town. After a few drinks my morals were starting to get a little loose. Now this student Louise was usually in my A level class. She sat at the front in her school uniform with her black and green school tie and knee length skirt. Her white shirt was tucked into her skirt which was on her hips. It showed me how skinny she was and it drove me wild. She had lovely B cups which could be seen when she wore coloured underwear. It showed well through her thin cheep school shirt. 

 Now in the club I could see she was in a black and white dress. It was clearly fitted and showed off her body well. She could see I noticed her and she giggled just like she did in lessons.

 She walked to the dance floor and I knew I had to join her. She moved straight to me and my hands went instinctively around her waist. She felt perfect as I pulled her body towards mine. We danced for a few songs. She now had her bum against my crotch which was making my very excited. I wanted her there and then and knew I had to get back her place as my wife was at home.

 I knew I couldn't assume she didn't live with parents so I whispered in her ear that I wanted her body and that we could go to mine. I knew that wasn't the case though.

 We left the club and we walked towards the taxi's.I took her down an ally where we kissed for the first time. Our hands started to explore each others body's and I was getting really horny. I placed her hand between my legs and then went back to groping at her breasts. She explored what was there waiting for her. Her nervous hand unbuttoned my jeans and went down my boxers. She found my cock hard and wanting. This public fooling around was getting her aroused. She started jerking my cock off while my hand went between her legs and up her short dress. I could feel her damp thong and I started sliding it down her legs. She quickly helped and went back to handling my thick shaft. I would usually ease a girl into sex by using my fingers but I just felt too horny. 

 I place my shaft against her entrance and pinned her to the wall. I parted her lips with my tip and slowly pushed in so her body could adjust to me. Her eyes grew with lust and that just fueled me to fuck her. I thrust deep into her feeling her tight walls against me coaxing me to climax. I pulled out and turned her around. I bent her over and proceeded to fuck her from behind. She would do anything I wanted and I knew it. Her moaning got deeper and I felt she was close. I fucked her harder and harder as she came over my cock. 

 It was my turn to cum and I knew I had to be inside her. I told her how much I wanted her and she turned to look at me and gave me a huge smile. I went at her body for a little while longer until I could feel it building. I was ready. I pushed deep and exploded wave after wave into this girl. 

 I leant over her with my spent soft cock falling out of her cum filled pussy. 

 She pulled her dress down and I put myself away. I took her hand and I walked her to the taxi rank. In the queue I noticed there was something wet rolling down her leg which didn't take a genius to work out it was my load. 

 I made sure she got in a taxi before I got in mine to go home time to a wife that would no bitch about the fact I want texting her all night and having fun.




 All the people in my story were 18 or over.