0 comments/ 45267 views/ 2 favorites An Encounter By: tslothrop As Marla reveled in the incredible fuck she was sharing with the beautiful man on top of her, she knew she'd made the right decision. Just a few hours ago, Marla was crossing the street and that's where it all started. She'd taken a couple of days off to run some errands, to take care of some personal business, and to spend time with her husband. But as she was crossing, she noticed a man waiting for the other light. "Nice, very nice," she thought. He was tall, about six feet, and lean and muscular. Her eyes quickly wandered down the back of his jeans and she smiled at his tight-looking ass. But when Marla looked up, all of that vanished. She saw his face. Not blindingly handsome, but incredibly good looking with short curls and a closely-cropped beard. But what caught her attention was his eyes. Dark brown, noticeably expansive. The kind of eyes that made her melt. He noticed her staring, and smiled. She smiled back, and kept walking. As she walked, Marla couldn't help but feel a connection had been made between them. She wondered what she'd do if he was still looking at her. Marla stopped and turned her head. He was still there, smiling into her eyes. Their eyes locked, and everything in her world ceased to exist. She knew then and there that she had to have him. If even just for a few moments. It was quite unlike her, but she thought "What the hell." Marla turned around, walked up to him, and introduced herself. "I'm Dan," he replied, "Very nice to meet you." There was a pause, and she asked "Are you busy? If not, how would you like to join me for some coffee. Or something?" Dan smiled that melting smile and said "Sure. I know a good coffee shop near here." Dan took Marla's hand, and she didn't resist. The got to the shop, order a pair of lattes and some pastry, and had a seat. They spent the next hour or so talking and laughing about any number of things. Then, Dan looked into her eyes and said "I don't usually do this, but I need to be with you ... I mean, I really really want you. Marla smiled and let out a little giggle. Dan suddenly got embarrassed and sputtered "I'm sorry. I didn't ..." Marla put her hand on his, and said "No. I was thinking the same thing. I want you. I have to feel you touch me." Silently, they got up, wrapped an arm around each other's waist, and headed to Dan's apartment. When they got in the door, they locked into a tight embrace. Their lips came together, their tongues probed, and their hands ran over their bodies. At Dan's touch, Marla's nipples hardened and her pussy moistened. She felt his cock grow in his pants. They broke the kiss, and Dan led Marla by the hand into the bedroom. He slipped out of his clothes, and she got a good look at his tight muscles. As Dan bent over to remove his jeans, Marla got a good look at his butt. It was better than she thought it would be. She gingerly removed her clothes, conscious of the fact that although trim she didn't have the body of some women. Dan didn't seem to mind. He reached out and caressed her breasts. Marla felt the shiver all the way down to her pussy. They lay down on the bed side by side, kissing and stroking each other. As Dan's hands moved to Marla's ass, she squirmed and tried to gently push his hands away. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Well ... I'm not comfortable with that part of my body, and it's not nice enough or firm enough for you to touch." "Listen," Dan said firmly. "While you're here with me, that ass is mine. I can do whatever I like to it. I can touch it, stroke it, grab it, squeeze it, kiss it, bite it, or slap it. "And," he added with an evil glint in his eyes, "I can fuck it." When he said that, Marla let out an aroused gasp, and felt a shudder move through her. Dan reached down to her mound and felt the wetness. He then thrust two of his fingers into Marla's pussy. "Oh!" she gasped as he found the spot he was looking for and flicked it with his fingertips. "You ... don't ... waste ... time ..." she said between moans. Dan's head moved down to the level of her pussy, and his lips and tongue replaced his fingers. His mouth was covered by Marla's juices as she squirmed with pleasure. She pushed his head away, just before he got her off. "Get your cock up here," she said. "I want to suck it." Dan straddled Marla's chest. She grabbed his seven inches, worked the precum into the head with her thumb, and then licked it off. She pulled apart the opening of his dick and licked the gap. Marla was pleasantly surprised by the moans that came deep from within Dan. She slowly took his cock head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Soon, she felt and tasted more precum oozing from the opening. Marla popped his cock out of her mouth and whispered "Fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Now." Dan placed the head of his cock against her cunt lips and slowly rocked his hips back and forth. He was barely penetrating her, but Marla was in ecstasy. Then, with one thrust, he pushed himself all the way inside her. Marla let out a cry, then grabbed Dan around the neck and kissed him deeply. Dan started thrusting again, varying the tempo: slowly, quickly; short, deep; soft, hard; fast, slow. All the while, Marla thrashed and moaned beneath him. Although Marla had had a couple of affairs, she'd never felt anything like this with her other lovers. The only person who'd ever made her feel this way was her husband. But right now, he didn't exist. It was just her and Dan, her pussy and his cock. She felt her orgasm coming on hard and fast. "Dan, harder. Harder. I'm cumming!" she shouted. Dan did as he was told, and at the moment Marla came she dug her fingers into his ass. After a few moments spent recovering, Marla reached up and touched his face. "That was fantastic," she breathed. She quickly realized that Dan hadn't cum, so she asked "Well, what are you going to do about you?" "I want you doggy style," he said. Marla rolled over, with her head down and her ass in the air. Unlike last time, Dan roughly rammed his cock into her opening. "Oh, god!" they both screamed. She loved the way his cock fiercely thrust in and out of her pussy. She felt another orgasm approaching. "That's it baby, cum inside me," she cried. "I want to feel you come inside me." Just as she came, Dan grunted "Here it comes" and fired a huge load of semen into her. The hot thickness felt marvelous. She reached back and gave him the most passionate kiss that had come out of her lips in a long time. Dan pulled out, the spun around, and Marla lay down with Dan in her arms. They kissed and fondled until Dan fell asleep. As Dan slept, Marla marveled at him. She gently touched Dan's face, and lightly moved her hands down his body. Her fingertips felt the bumps of his muscles, the palms of her hands rested on his perfectly firm ass. He was perfect. Handsome, well built, intelligent, and a phenomenal lover. Even though she was a married woman, she needed to have him. She didn't want this moment to end. But she knew it would have to. Still, she wanted to have him inside her at least once more. She started playing with his tool, and fondling his balls. Her lips kissed his neck, shoulders, and chest. He awoke slowly, and muttered "You just can't get enough." Marla coaxed his dick back to life with her hands and said "Just lie back and enjoy the ride." She climbed on top of him, and slowly lowered herself onto his cock. Her movement brought him back to full consciousness. Marla pulled Dan up and started bobbing up and down on his lap. Dan began to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples. Then, Marla felt a finger move to her pussy. Dan's fingertip was coated with her fluid. What happened next was a complete surprise. She felt that same fingertip touch but not penetrate her asshole. She gasped in both surprise and pleasure. The feeling in her cunt and her rosebud drove Marla over the edge. Dan came just before she did, muttering "Oh, Marla. I love the feel of your pussy." They rested for a little while. Dan looked at Marla and said: "I know you're married, but there's a connection between us. And it's more than the sex. Which was great. I want to keep seeing you. And I know you want the same thing. Is it going to happen." Marla stared into Dan's eyes and touched her fingers to his lips. "Let's worry about that later," she said. "Didn't you mention something about fucking me in the ass ..." An Encounter She woke up as she did every night about 2:30 in the morning. She walked over to the little bathroom area and peed. As she headed back to their bed she noticed light under the bedroom door. Had her son left a light on or was he up watching television or playing a video game? She decided to see and perhaps talk to him if he was awake. She opened the bedroom door and went down the hallway past the dark living room and into the kitchen where she saw her son's college roommate laying on the couch watching television. She noticed he was wearing only his boxer shorts; but she didn't notice that he was masturbating. She walked out into the family room and sat down in the rocking chair across from him. She tucked her left foot under her, which raised her nightgown up her thighs. It revealed more of her attractive legs than she normally would have. He had stopped stroking himself when she walked into the room and hoped she hadn't noticed his actions. His cock was out of the fly so he kept his hand there to cover it. Hopefully, it would shrink back into the boxers and she wouldn't notice it. As they talked, he felt like he had gotten away with his audacious actions as his cock was shrinking. He moved his hand away and rested it on the couch by his hip. Then he saw her thighs, exposed even more now because she had begun to rock gently back and forth in the chair. He had admired her legs when she first sat down but had broken his gaze to help his hand-covered member to shrink. Now he noticed that as she rocked the lamp that was next to him shone down between her legs at times and he was transfixed to try and see his first pussy. Oh, he had touched a few but he hadn't ever seen one and now his friend's mother might inadvertently put hers on display. She had been aware of his gaze when she first sat down but wasn't sure what had caught his attention. She felt she probably should have worn a robe but it wouldn't be polite to go get one now as they were talking. She thought that perhaps there was something else that she was unaware of that he was staring at. Besides, his gaze shifted and they continued to talk. While he was staring at her, he had looked closely at her tits but could not discern much as the nightgown was evidently heavy enough to hide any signs of her nipples. The neck of the nightgown showed just a hint of cleavage, enough to spark his desire to see more. It was evident that she had large round tits; which only helped to fuel his lust. As he now watched her rock back and forth, with the light shining on her inner thighs from time to time, he felt himself getting harder. Then he looked at her tits and thought he could make out signs of her nipples. Soon his cock was lying out of his boxer's fly again. Because he was intensely staring at her he was unaware of his cock being visible. She was now sure that he was thinking of more than their conversation as she saw his cock in plain sight. It intrigued her, as she hadn't ever seen a mature cock except for her husband's. She stared at this young man's cock and it seemed to get even larger as she looked at it. She was unaware that her nipples were hard, her chest was splotched with red, and her thighs were exposed because of the light. She kept her gaze on his cock, something she hadn't ever considered – another man's cock. But here she was wondering what it looked like, how it felt, and even how it tasted. She scooted back in the chair as she became aware of her nipples and pussy responding to her thoughts. As she scooted back her nightgown crept up higher on her thighs and she now exposed her bush to him when the light shone there. She squeezed her arms to her sides to dispel the tingling in her body but that only accentuated her cleavage and pushed her nipples tighter against her nightgown. All of this affected the young man tremendously and he became aware that his cock was exposed yet his roommate's mother didn't leave or say anything about the situation. As a matter of fact, their conversation had stopped and each was blatantly staring at the other; drinking in the raw lust that each was physically displaying. That further aroused each of them and they began to let lust run its course. He sat up facing her on the couch with his cock now jutting out. He looked directly into her eyes. Though he lacked experience he thought her eyes said don't stop. He decided to go with his interpretation, which was to strike while the iron was hot. He stood up and pulled his boxers down and off then began to gently stroke his cock as he had been doing when she first came in the room. He could clearly see her nipples through the nightgown now and that her chest had grown pale crimson. She was still squeezing her sides to quell what her body was revealing to her. Her cleavage and thus more of her tits were on display than she had ever been aware of. She could feel her nipples against the fabric of her nightgown and pressed them against it even more to find some relief from these new feelings. She moved her foot from beneath her and put it on the floor but still made no effort to get out of the chair or to leave the room. Nor did she close her legs; she left them as open as before with the hem bunched up at the very top of her thighs. She stared at his naked body, felt something had to give, and almost imperceptibly shook her head. Was this lust she wondered? He took the three steps that was between them and stood in front of her within arm's reach and continued to slowly stroke his cock. She looked up at him and looked into his eyes. He returned the gaze and it was obvious something would have to give, but what? Then very slowly she lowered her eyes down his body and settled back on his cock. She licked her lips and quickly looked up into his eyes again. Without breaking their eye contact she reached out her left hand and held his cock in it. He stopped stroking and left his cock free for her. She put her fingers around the shaft while looking into his eyes and then began to stroke him just as he had been doing. This was the only other cock she had held since she married and it felt wonderful. She lowered her gaze from his eyes until it rested on his cock and her hand. Up and down, very gently, and sensuously her hand moved on his cock. She licked her lips again and answers to her questions drifted through her thoughts. What did it look like? His cock looked beautiful, wonderful, and delicious. How did it feel? From her perspective, his cock felt hot, hard, and big. But how did it taste? She licked her lips again. That question was a big one because she never liked the smell of her husband's penis or the taste. She had never given him a blowjob, ever. She only kissed or licked his penis, at the most once a year, out of marital obligation; but that was never for more than a few seconds. Get it wet and get away from it - that was her motto. But now, now she wanted to taste this young man's cock. It smelled so good she wanted to lick it and suck it and make him cum in her mouth. She wanted his cock and his cum in her mouth and down her throat. She leaned towards his cock and opened her mouth. She took just the head in and licked it. He stepped a little closer, as she took him in her mouth, so he'd be able to stuff his entire cock in when the time was right. Her mouth felt very good on the head of his cock and her tongue licked and toyed with it. She slowly began to take more of him in by moving her head back and forth. She held the base of his cock with her left hand and slowly took more and more of his cock into her mouth. She was sucking him in as she had been stoking him, gently and sensuously. Her right hand began to explore his body, touching his thigh then moving up the back to his butt where she caressed and squeezed each cheek while she ministered to his cock in the front. She was amazed at herself. She had never had a man's cock in her mouth like this but she had answered the question of how did it taste. It tasted delicious, warm, hard, and sexy! She wanted him to cum in her mouth so she could taste that too. It had to be as delicious and desirable as his cock; anything from his cock had to be wonderful. She wanted to suck his cock until he couldn't cum anymore and then hold it in her hand against her face for longer. He began to pick up the pace by moving his cock back and forth at a faster rate. She got the message and began to bob her head to match him. Since she hadn't sucked a cock before, she was trying all kinds of things on his. She was licking, and blowing, and sucking, and tonguing, and swallowing. She wanted him to cum in her mouth, to taste the ultimate prize, to complete the sexual pleasures she never experienced before. He groaned and told her he was close but she kept up the pace to please this young man. She could feel his butt cheeks flex as he tried to hold back his release. This further excited her lust, his muscular butt cheeks flexing in her hand. She wanted him to cum, to taste him, to experience this raw lust to the end. Then with a wail he shot into her mouth and with both hands pushed her head onto his cock as far as she'd go. He remained motionless while his cum shot and shot and shot into her mouth and throat. To get the last of his cum into her mouth, he bucked his hips and cock into her full mouth. Then he released her head and looked down at her. She had swallowed it all, surprising both of them. She looked up with lust and licked her lips again at him. He knew he had never seen anyone as sexy as she looked right then. She stood up and they kissed with abandon. Their tongues were dueling and pleasuring one another. While locked in their kissing their hands roamed all over each other's body touching and exploring everywhere. They were on fire. He hoped this moment would go on and on, leading to more wonderful delights tonight. Then she broke the embrace, stepped back, gazed at him one more time, turned, and left the room to go back to bed with her husband. An Encounter A deep breath, long pale fingers smoothing down jade green satin over the curve of a hip. Hand trembling slightly as she reached for the glass of champagne. She was aware that soft tendrils of red hair were already escaping from the pins, framing her face, coiling lightly against the nape of her neck. Other than that the social mask of smoky shadow highlighting green eyes, a lip bitten red gloss glistening on her pinned on smile was in place. Pink tongue tip flicking over her full lower lip as she raised the glass, taking more than a sip before turning to her companion. He hadn't even noticed her momentary distraction and had carried on talking. Delightful Jonny, so very predictable in his conversation: the stock market, sailing, contracts and his latest conquests. A smile, a nod, a murmured "yes", or " oh really" all he required from his listener. The perfect dinner partner when her mind was on other things. These corporate affairs, always so dull, so necessary, so full of small talk and business. And later, when the alcohol had been flowing, flirtation. She'd been around the business long enough to know who to avoid when they were infused with alcohol. Jonny was safe. Surupticiously scanning the room, a smiled greeting when she caught someone's eye. Another mouthful of champagne and she could feel the bubbles lightening her mood. Maybe this wouldn't be so difficult, maybe this tedious distraction was just what she needed for a few hours, before she slipped off quietly. Returning to an empty apartment that was so recently filled with laughter and now just echoed with memories. Long lashes sweeping down as she momentarily closed her eyes, bit her lower lip hard, bruising the soft flesh. This was not the place to dwell on her anguish. Grasping Jonny's arm, her mask of professionalism back in place, " So what do you think of the stock options?", her voice soft and low. His opinions on this issue would probably take her through the main course of dinner at least. The words washing over her as they seated themselves at the table, quick smiles and nods of acknowledgement to their fellow diners. The table for eight had almost it's full complement, only one seat was empty, the one to her left. Glancing briefly at the name card, feeling slightly surprised that she didn't recognise the name. Maybe she'd missed someone joining the company. With all that had been going on over the last few weeks, she knew that she hadn't been as focused on work as she usually would have been. Glancing to acknowledge the arrival of the 'stranger' as he took his seat, her gaze caught by his. What must have been no more than a moment felt like longer. His dark copper coloured eyes so intense. She heard his voice as he greeted the occupants of the table, but not his words. That voice like a soft caress brushing over her skin. Reaching for her wine glass to dispel the mood, her fingers trembling, cheeks flushed. As he adjusted himself in his seat his thigh pressed briefly against hers. Pulling back sharply as if she'd been burned, aware of his eyes on her face, the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, the stiffening of her nipples. The response of her body after so many months of holding back, a damn being breached, the wetness between her thighs soaking into the black lace covering her pussy. Unable to resist the urge to touch his warm skin. Brushing her fingertips over the back of his hand. The tanned skin so dark in comparison with the stark white of the tablecloth. That frisson of electricity making her shiver, nipples so hard they ache, clit swollen and throbbing, echoing the beat of her heart. Grasping the fork, gripping the metallic shaft as his thigh pressed firmly against hers under the table. Responding this time, rubbing against him, returning the pressure. Wanting to push him back in his chair, pull up the skirt of her dress, rip his cock from the confines of his pants. The need to straddle him, thrusting down hard onto his cock, taking him ball deep, fucking him until she felt his hot cum filling her cunt. Shuddering at that thought, nails digging into her palm around the silver handle, she leaned over to Jonny, whispering that she needed some air. Standing on shaky legs she made her way to the side exit and out onto the terrace. The coolness of the evening air a balm to her overheated flesh. Heels clicking on the stone paving disturbing the silence. Walking to the balustrade she rested her pale hands on the cold stone. A deep shuddering breath doing nothing to quell her hunger. Pressing her thighs against the hard surface in front of her, one hand raised to her breast, fingers tightening on the fullness of her flesh. The scent of his cologne and the underlying tanginess of his skin assailing her nostrils. The warmth of his breath against the nape of her neck. An anguished moan as his lips brush her skin, the taught body hard against her back. The hand at her breast covered by his. One hand skimming over her body, grasping her dress to pull the slippery fabric up over her thighs. The cool air hitting her exposed skin, replaced by the heat of his hand stroking the black stocking top, the satin suspender strap. Plunging the hand at her breast into her dress, pushing the lacy bra aside, caressing the puckered nipple, squeezing it between thumb and forefinger, making her moan and push her hips back against his. Hard cock pressing into the softness of her arse cheeks. Thighs trembling as his fingers traced the outline of her pussy lips through lace soaked with her arousal. Pushing the sodden fabric between those swollen lips, the friction against her clit eliciting a moan, her body shuddering as orgasmic pleasure held her in it's grip. The walls of her cunt spasming, her body arching back against his, grinding her arse onto his cock. Pushing the lace aside as her moans subsided, one finger teasing the tight, slick entrance to her cunt. An urgent "please" falling from her lips, the hunger for more. Thrusting hard and deep inside her, hot cunt walls gripping. Another finger added to the first, fucking her cunt harder and faster. Her head dropping back to rest against his shoulder, hips bucking against his hand, grinding against his cock, clamouring for release. The fingers thrusting into her soaking cunt, her nipple being twisted and tugged. That tightness in her stomach, the urgency of her hips fucking his hand. Thighs clamping together as her body shuddered, cunt clenching and spasming, cries of pleasure wrenched from her lips. His teeth biting into her neck as hot liquid cum coated his hand, the tops of her thighs. A rush of such intense pleasure as she came for him. Pulling his fingers from her cunt, grazing the sensitive flesh of her clit, her body responding, shaking as orgasmic aftershocks suffused her body. Drawing his fingers over her parted lips, feeling her suck and lick at her juices. Then raising them to his own lips. The scent of her pleasure intoxicating, the taste full and sweet. Her body resting against his as he slowly pulled down her dress, kissed the mark of his teeth on her neck. A soft caress and he was gone, leaving her trembling and hungering for more, so much more. An Encounter I was nervous, I'll admit it. I was visiting Cincinnati after having been away for the better part of a decade. I met Gina there for a girls weekend and she'd gone out on a hot date with some old fling. I knew that if I came to town and didn't visit Dave, he'd be pissed. So, why not visit while Gina was off getting some? I went to his office and his secretary let me in, saying he was in court and would be back within 15 minutes or so. There I sat, nervously picking at the hem of my skirt. It was far shorter than I'd usually wear, but sneaking into an old friend's office for a one time tryst was out of character for me, too. So I figured, fuck it, I'll wear the shortest, hottest thing I can find! As the minutes ticked away, I found myself lost in dirty fantasies and I didn't even notice when the office door opened. When the click of the closing door brought me out of the filth in my head, I started a little, then looked up at him with a sly grin. "Hi." I said, "Why don't you lock that?" He grinned back at me as he reached back to click the lock. He looked absolutely edible in his thin white button down shirt and tie, jacket slung carelessly over his arm. I get wet for a hot guy in a suit, I guess I'm sappy like that. I stood and crossed the short distance between us, watching him as he took in the over-the-top sex kitten look I'd so carefully put together for him. My favorite zebra striped heels, short, SHORT flouncy black skirt (sans panties, of course), and a low cut deep red shirt with the perfect amount of cleavage. I even added a Y necklace to draw the eye! He dropped his jacket and briefcase on the floor when I approached and slid his hands around my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I realized I'd never hugged him before, and I'm a friendly hugger! The heat of his skin through his shirt combined with the way he pulled me into him and pressed against me instantly made my nipples hard and I felt my bare pussy get a little wet. I knew why I was there, he thought he knew why I was there. Not much needed to be said at that moment. So, I walked around his desk, and motioned for him to sit on it. He followed me and sat on the desk in front of me, right where I wanted him but with far too many clothes for my liking. I stood there, hands on hips, smiling at him. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off over my head then slid his hands around my waist again, pulled me against him and kissed me. With one hand on the small of my back (where I have a VERY responsive 'spot' that makes me moan when licked, or even touched) he used the other to unhook my black bra. Still kissing him hungrily, I slid my bra off and tossed it aside. I felt his hands sweep across my skin up to my now rock hard nipples and pinch just hard enough. I let out a little gasp and lifted my skirt so I could straddle his leg. I spread my wet pussy open and placed it against his leg. I wanted to make sure that he'd think of this in court later when he looked down and saw the spot on his pants. With one hand on my breast and the other on my hip, he guided me back and forth as I started to grind against him. I kissed him and rocked against him until I could feel his rock hard cock through his pants. As I backed up a step, he tried to pull off my skirt. The poor guy thought he was going to get fucked right here on his desk. With a crooked smile and a little 'tsk-tsk' I sank slowly into his chair. I rolled myself up to the desk and unfastened his pants. I'd seen plenty of pictures of Dave's cock over the past year or so, but I was still taken aback a bit when I finally pulled it free of his pants. For a split second I worried that I wouldn't be able to take it all, but this girl loves a challenge and I made it my goal to leave lipstick as close to his balls as possible. I wrapped my hand around the base, placed my lips centimeters from the head, looked up at him and exhaled. I felt him shudder as he felt my hot breath. He knew I was fucking with him, trying to make him crazy, and I liked that. Suddenly, he grabbed me, one hand tangled into my hair while the other grabbed my jaw to open my mouth wide! I made a surprised little "Ungh" sound that was quickly muffled by his huge cock filling up my mouth. The surprised sound turned into a muffled moan as I started sucking, making sure to get his dick as wet as I could. It'd need to be wet if I was going to get it all in my throat. Both of his hands were in my hair now, so it was a little hard to pull my head back, but I did, licked both my hands and wrapped them around the shaft as I put the head back into my hungry mouth. I heard him utter a little moan and that only made me want to hear more! As I got into the rhythm of sucking his cock, each stroke became deeper and deeper. I felt him fill first my mouth, I removed one hand...then my throat as I got rid of the other hand. Finally, gagging a little, I got his entire cock into my dripping mouth. With his hands pulling on my hair and my hands guiding his hips, he fucked my mouth in long, deep strokes. I had to time my breaths just right and I had spit dripping down my chest, but I didn't mind. His sexy growls were only making my want to suck harder and faster. Then, I felt the throbbing that could only mean he was going to cum. He tightened his grip on my hair, I took a big breath and he thrust his hips at the same time that he tightened his fists in my hair. As he filled my throat up with his hot cum, I heard him moan LOUD. If I'd been his secretary, I'd have been listening at the door by this point! I swallowed every drop of cum and then looked down. My entire chest was wet and giggled and maybe even blushed a little as a reached for my purse to find a napkin or something to clean myself up with. As he sat there panting on his desk I got up, put on my shirt, kissed the corner of his mouth and walked to the door. "Have a good day, Dave!" I lilted, and let myself out of the office. An Encounter The restaurant was lovely and the evening a good one but I was a little distracted, as I had things that I needed to say but hadn't had a chance before we dropped Rachel at my parents. Clive could tell I was a preoccupied before we left but I made sure he didn't have the chance to question me and later when he gave me a couple of inquiring glances I chose to ignore them; it was certainly not the time for talking with Dale and Amanda around. Eventually we finished the meal then took a taxi home, seeing our friends off with a wave as we entered the house. Clive was a little drunk and since I'd worn my short grey dress he was getting amorous but it wasn't appropriate. After a few squeezes and some brief kissing at the front door we went in then up to the bedroom where Clive grabbed me and made his intentions clear. I knew I had to talk to him now, later would be wrong. "Stop." I told him forcefully. "We need to talk." He looked at me and could tell it was something important so dropped his advances: "You've been preoccupied all day." He stated sitting on the edge of the bed as I sat in the middle, back against the wall, propped up by the pillows, my knees under my chin. I could see him eyeing my legs, which in this position were displayed to him and sighed; this was not how I'd planned it in my mind but I had no choice. "I need for us to talk but I need for you to listen first. I need to explain it all to the end and I'm afraid you'll never hear me out!" He looked at me and I could tell he was thinking hard and despite the drink knew this was serious. I waited and in the end he responded. "Ok, I'll listen." "Right to the end without any comments?" "Sure." "No. I need you to agree as this is really important; listen without comment to the very end!" "Ok, I will... to the end without comment." I looked at him and wondered if he would. I didn't expect him to remain calm for very long but I preyed he'd hear it through at least once. The problem was going to be after he did, would he get aggressive (no he wouldn't hit me, well I didn't believe he would, he wasn't that kind of man) scream at me, throw me out or worse get up and leave himself. He was looking at me, now worried and with good reason, I was about to shatter his world: "I'm going to talk and after you can do whatever you want, say whatever you want." I paused, my mouth was dry and the alcohol which was dulling my brain a little seemed to dissipate from my system in a flash. I could see Clive was more watchful as well, still a lot worse for wear than me but alert. He nodded again to tell me he'd do as asked. "I'm pregnant." I opened then moved swiftly on before he could reflect anything; joy would have been likely as he was the one who wanted more children. "I'm going to get a termination because... because the child isn't yours..." I'd said it then watched as the emotions swarmed over his face; delight, shock, anger and then distress and finally hurt, real soul-deep hurt. "I need to explain, so you understand how and maybe why and then we can talk... or whatever you want." I didn't want an answer and to his credit he said nothing just stared at me as I pulled my knees tighter to my body. "It was the Christmas party, your party at the hotel. That nightmare event I begged you not to take me to. I was dreading going again this year to be sat with those awful, bitchy women for hours, either ignoring me or being condescending about me, well us. Remember I told you before we went that I hated the prospect and it was as foul as I'd feared. That woman, Kiera, she was just as dreadful as always; making less than subtle remarks about how young I looked and how she could scarcely believe I had a five year old daughter. Obvious where it was leading and frankly stupid but there was nothing I could say or do and all I wanted to do was die. But of course she still reminded everyone; 'only twenty two now, such a young thing', you know, stuff like that. The 'of course you were a school girl mum' dig didn't happen this year but it was just as bad! Then there were the others who just ignored me or worse dragged me up to dance but then virtually froze me out. I was so humiliated, I cried again but this time I kept it from them, making sure they didn't get any satisfaction from it. I know you don't understand what it feels like but it is so crushing, so deliberately hurtful that, that I feel I will end up either falling apart there and then or have to run away and hide. Either way they win." Clive was shaking his head at this point but I ploughed on. "You've never understood how they belittle me. It's nearly all of them, Cathy's nice and Margaret Gates is as well but she's nearly sixty and was settled with some of the other older ones and most of them don't have the time-of-day for me. It might have been ok if Cathy had been there but I was alone and you wouldn't stay with me no matter how many times I asked you. "I had people to talk..." "Please! Let me say my piece first... just let me tell it all, I have to do it like this... please and then... then you can do whatever you feel you need to do..." I didn't wait just looked down at me feet and continued: "So there we were, this awful, awful evening those dreadful women making my life hell and you were getting drunk with your mates. So I asked you probably a hundred times if we could go but you were having too much fun. I knew that some of the women were watching me waiting to see if I'd leave on my own so I stuck it out for a while longer. It was just after eleven and I went to the toilet preying that when I returned you'd let us leave. Christ! I didn't even have a room key, I know why because you didn't want me to disappear like last year and 'embarrass' you. Anyway I came out and there was this guy standing there who looked at me and smiled and said hi. We chatted and then we walked back towards the party only it turned out he was in the other suite at a different function. I told him I was this way pointing at our room but he asked me if the party was any good and I admitted it wasn't so he asked me to join him at his equally dull event for a dance. I thought what the hell, he was more interesting to talk to than anyone I'd spoken to all evening and you were ignoring me and besides it was just a dance. So we went in and danced. The room was smaller but just as many people there so we were close together on the floor as we bopped. It was nice and he was funny and attentive and I liked his company. We had drinks chatted and I enjoyed myself, helped by the fact that there wasn't a soul there who knew me. So we spent probably an hour in each others company and then when the slow dances came on we got closer and that's when I realised I'd given him probably the wrong signals, only I didn't feel guilty more grateful. He was very attractive, tall and strong and... and a real catch. Now I'm not saying I'm ugly and I know you always say that I'm pretty but I just never feel that way so it was flattering. Of course he was close and I could feel him... you know... that he was excited by me... like you get... and he was... well... anyway, eventually we had a kiss or two. Then I decided I needed to get away so told him that I had to get back to you but he asked why I wanted to suffer the taunts of those other women, I'd chatted to him about them, so suggested since I was more or less alone I might like to come back to his room for a nightcap!" I looked up to see Clive watching me. Cold expression; tight lipped but silent. "Anyway I'm not a fool so knew what that meant and told him thanks but I really needed to get back to my husband. So anyway I left but he followed and told me he'd wait a while just in case I changed my mind and he sat on one of the sofas near the elevators. I came to see you, to ask, no plead with you to come back to our room. That man had obviously had an effect on me and I was feeling a little aroused but I certainly didn't intend it to go anywhere. I just wanted you so I came in and received a couple of pithy remarks about my absence then when I located you, you were drunk and refused point blank to leave. I was so angry with you because I actually begged you to take me up to our room but you said you were going to stay a while longer. Remember you didn't even give me the damn key! So I left and of course Richie was there, waiting. He didn't say anything and we got into the lift together silently. He asked me where I was going and I told him I wanted to go to my own room on floor three but didn't have a key. He was on the same floor and suggested I wait with him and 'have that drink'. I know it was transparent and I did know what might happen but I was really pissed at you but even so I thought I was a big enough girl to just keep it to drinks. It turned out his room was right opposite ours and that only made me think it was somehow ok, as if I really was waiting for you even though I knew with the bar open until two you'd be a long time." I looked down at my feet, as I continued, this was the really hard bit: "The moment we were inside he changed. Now I don't want any doubts here, it wasn't rape or being forced it was just aggressive, dominant I suppose. He grabbed me and we kissed, I mean really kissed and I had very little will to resist; I was drunk, turned on and still so, so angry at you! You'd acted so heartless, dismissed my real desperation and ignored my feelings all without a care, just so you could drink with your pathetic workmates. But... but that was no excuse except I felt less about you at that moment and maybe that's why I didn't stop him although I was not sure how I could, yet knew I should stop somehow. He was putting his hands all over me as we kissed then he slid one up and rubbed the flesh between my stockings and panties. I remember that because it was like a jolt of current as he touched me and I just sort of gave in, I realised I wanted it as much as he did. So he began really going at me; kissing me hard, really hard and his fingers found me and I was wet, really wet as it happened. I managed to get him off me so I could slip out of my dress or I think he'd have torn it off no sooner was it at my ankles he was back at me and it was full on. I'm not going to pretend at all, I wanted it really wanted it so we went to the bed and I slipped out of my bra and knickers and kicked off my heels. He stripped and showed me his manhood and I was in awe, he was really big and... " I paused then realising what I sounded like. "Sorry. He was large and he was about to jump me when I squeaked for him to wear a condom. He told me he'd rather not but thankfully he found one, well two actually and rolled it on before we began. I don't know how to make you aware, or if I should, but it was simply the best, he was very physical and the sex lasted a long time and I had several climaxes... I'm sorry but I need you to know because... well you'll hear. So we did it and I loved it. After I looked at him and knew what people said about black men is true..." "He was black!?" "Yes... he was black... anyway it was very... good sex and very... well just about the best I've experienced... sorry... so I err... we lay together for a while and then he got me to help him grow again and after he put on the other rubber we did it again only this time he was being crude, you know saying stuff about how I liked taking black and how I was... well nasty stuff, sex talk. It worked because I had more climaxes before he had his second. After that I went to his bathroom and tried to make myself look decent before dressing and leaving him. I went to our room and knocked but you didn't answer so I tried the party and of course there you were; very drunk and still with those bloody men. So instead of feeling upset and guilty I simply prised the key from your hand and stormed off. But that was the whole point, I was mad again and still feeling a little light headed from the sex. Anyway I got to our room and stood looking at Richie's door and before I knew what I was thinking I knocked again. He opened it in his robe with a smile then asked me crudely but somehow sexily if I'd come to sample some more black meat. I said yes and went inside. That was that I was undressed and under the duvet in seconds only this time as we began he told me he didn't have any more condoms and I like an idiot told him ok he'd have to pull out. The sex was great and he got me to admit several times that taking him bare was better, which it was I guess. Anyway we got more and more graphic until he was telling me that it was clear that I liked taking him unprotected..." "Charlotte please..." Clive started but I stopped him by putting my fingers to his mouth. "Hear me out, you need me to tell you it like this!" "...so he said this again and again and I was agreeing with him because I was so turned on and then when he was at the point of no return he told me he was going to ejaculate inside me and I should hold on! It was the talk and the whole event and I just let him. I had a really big orgasm and we lay for ages shattered by it all." Clive was looking down now his face white, I was thankful he'd not walked out already. "You were not back yet, not that I expected you so soon. I got up and went to the toilet sitting watching a few drops falling from me telling myself the man had climaxed twice into a condom so there probably wasn't much in me and I'd be ok. "I flushed the cistern and stood looking at my smeared makeup when he appeared and started on me again. I could see myself with this big black man, his large hands on me his growing cock bobbing about near to me and... and I just let he take me again. I watched myself as he took me from behind and it was just as erotic as the times before plus he was cruder telling me to look at him in me and how easy I was. I just loved it... I'm sorry but I did and he got me really excited only suddenly we heard you knocking on the room door opposite and I was forced to stop. I didn't know what to do so slipped on my dress, nothing else then listened to you. Thankfully you stumbled away and I was able to look out of Richie's room then when you were halfway down the corridor I slipped to our room, opened the door then called to you. Of course you came inside the room stumbled to the bathroom and then passed out on the bed. You probably don't remember but you were sick an hour later and I was worried you'd choke or something so kept an eye on you until I finally went to sleep. I woke around seven you were snoring and I couldn't wake you to get you to roll over so I had to give up and I got up only all I could think about was Richie. It was awful I know but he also had my shoes, stockings and things and I just wanted them back only I suspected what might happen should I knock but... I did. I wasn't in love with him or anything it was just... I'd been left wanting more and... I knew he'd be gone very soon and that would be that. I told myself I'd just get my stuff only I really knew better. He answered the door and I went inside asking for my clothes to which he simply undid my robe and told me I'd have to earn them back! Christ I was so easy then. I let him take me to bed and we had sex for almost an hour. He even told me he was going to shoot in me and I just said 'good'! I was a fool because I kept thinking he'd not have any sperm left only of course it was six hours since the last time and it was only when I sat on the toilet again and his slime fell out of me I realised he probably put quite a lot in me." I glanced at Clive who made eye contact, hurt didn't come close so I looked down again. "I knew I needed the morning after pill just to be safe. Anyway I returned to you and had a shower and got dressed then went for breakfast alone. Thankfully none of the bitches were there just Margaret and her husband who I joined and they were really nice. I got back finally woke you then made you shower before checking out." I looked at him again. "You were sick in the car when we got home so I had to clean it then we went over to mum and dads to get Rachel and stayed for dinner. The pill had to wait until the next day. On Monday you had that problem with your car again so you dropped Rachel at the school and me at work and in all the fuss I didn't have a chance to do anything, certainly not while I was in work or at lunchtime. I decided to go that evening but you were bloody late again and I couldn't think of an excuse. So in the end I had to wait and wait; three days of no car and trying to sort ballet for Rachel and other things so I just crossed my fingers. We didn't make love at all that week partly because I had some bites left from Richie and also I was still a bit angry at you. Then that Friday when we might have you decided to get drunk with your old football crowd. We went to Millie on Saturday and that night you crashed as soon as we got home which meant with no sex the next night either you'd not been with me for over a week since Richie. Of course when we finally did it I felt bad and tried to make it special and I think it was." I fixed Clive with my eyes. "So the baby will not be yours and I want a termination. I don't want a black baby and truthfully I don't want anyone's baby but yours. I love you, despite your stupid, stupid friends and lack of understanding of my fears and needs but... but I know I've done something more than unforgivable... I just... there is no justification... That's it...." I waited but Clive said nothing then after staring at me for twenty or thirty seconds he got up and walked out the door. It was then and only then I cried. He returned a short while later from down stairs, stony faced and got me to sit as he looked at me. My knees were up to my chin again my eyes on my stockinged feet, I felt awful. "You can't begin to understand my pain, so don't try. I was wrong to ignore you and to expose you to that environment but what you did was a whole different thing. Now I want a straight answer; if he came to the door now and offered to take you with him, to live and raise the baby, would you?" "No." I replied flatly. "Not even to save your unborn child's life?" "I don't want anyone's baby but yours, I meant what I said." "So if I told you I wanted you to keep the baby and stay with me what would you say?" "What?" "Keep the baby and stay with me." He didn't look unhappy about this but I really didn't want a black baby." "No." I repeated. "I don't want this child." "Ok then have an abortion. But I warn you I don't think I will love you as I have done. You broke something and I'm not sure we will survive this besides an abortion is murder, you know my views." My tears were falling but it tried not to say anything. He was right. "Now I need something from you." "What?" I asked quietly. Here it comes, separate beds or even a divorce. "I want you to take your knickers off and ask me to fuck you!" "I... err... what...WHAT?" I stuttered. "You want to be treated nasty and spoken to like a tramp so I will; perhaps it will help a little. Now get your whore body ready for me and ask me. I don't need condoms at least!" I stared at him this was the last thing I wanted to do and he knew it. I felt even worse as I slithered off my knickers and lay there then in a less than convincing voice asked him to 'fuck me'. Clive jumped me and I was shocked at how hard he was. He banged away for only a few minutes before he came then after lying with me he got me to get him aroused again which wasn't difficult. The second time he spoke badly to me calling me a black cock slut and a cheap whore then telling me over and over how I clearly loved chocolate cock buried in my married pussy. He had his second climax and I lay feeling terrible but he simply added that if I'd really enjoyed Richie's cock that much, maybe I could find some other dark cock to give me some pleasure. I looked at him hurt and dispirited then he added he knew of a few guys who might like a 'pop at me'. I cried at this and told him he was making me feel cheap but he simply added that I was! An Encounter Later the next morning he sat me down again, while Rachel was playing in the garden and told me he was sorry for what he said the night before but he felt so angry he wanted to demean me, which I pointed out he had. He then added that he'd felt so useless and impotent when I'd told him about Richie especially since I'd obviously enjoyed it so much. He then asked me almost in a whisper if I did prefer black men after all. I was crying again only this time I felt so bad for him I hugged him and was relieved he hugged me back. Then I kissed him over and over and told him once again he really was the only one for me and the event happened because a million things stacked up to put temptation in my way when I was so low I was unable to resist it. Clive nodded then told me he didn't want to lose me and we both cried for ages until Rachel came to find out what was wrong. I had the abortion. It was an unhappy affair and I felt so bad about it but I think it was the right thing to do. I know Rickie was a very bad thing for me to have done compounded by the pregnancy and yet there are times I think back and smile because it was undoubtedly the most erotic, sexual event of my life. An Encounter Authors note: I'm experimenting with a different writing style. Personal details are left purposely vague, so any man or woman can fulfill the fantasy roles. Also, although safe sex isn't practiced in this particular story... Always remember to be safe in the real world. Please let me know what you think in the comments or contact me. Thanks for reading. ***** An Encounter -The hotel It started in the elevator this time. Heated glances trailing up and down my body. A stolen touch to my back, sliding down to cup my backside. A smile lifting the corner of his mouth because we weren't alone, and still he caressed me, not caring that others may see. He's probably hoping they do turn and catch his wandering hand. I shift and step closer, leaning my body into his. He brings his hand up and brushes my hair off my shoulder, a hand wraps around my neck gently. His thumb repeatedly traces the line of my neck to just beneath my ear. My pulse accelerates a little more with each floor we rise. Anticipation steals my breath. The elevator arrives on our floor and I don't even realize it. He prods me forward, with that same gentle hand on my neck. The few steps to our room seem like an endless trek. I rummage through my bag for the key. He stands behind me, both hands on my hips now. Offering no assistance with the door. Enjoying how flustered I've become. I finally find the key and run it through the slot. Red LIght. I groan and he chuckles softly. Soft kisses now trace my neck. Taking the same path his thumb had earlier. He presses against me and I can feel his erection in the cleft of my ass. I hear giggling and glance to the side to see another couple, hand in hand, making their way down the hall. Teeth nip lightly at my neck now, bringing me back to the task at hand. I slide the card once again, and finally a green light. I push the handle and am rewarded with an open door and space to pull away and step into the room. I take a few paces forward and stop. I Drop my bag and turn at the sound of the closing door. Our eyes lock and we both shoot forward at the same time. Our bodies crash into each other, his arms wind around me and pull me close. His lips come down on mine in a fierce assault, prying mine apart. Our tongues duel, sliding along the other, twisting and diving, neither declaring victory. I suck his tongue into my mouth and mimic fellatio on it, sucking and bobbing my head. I am rewarded with his groan this time. I smile around the tongue still lodged in my mouth. He notices my sly smile and thrusts me backwards against the wall. His leg slides between mine. Delicious pressure against my clit. He runs his left hand up under my hair and he grasps a handful. Then he uses his grip to tilt my head to the side. First, it's his lips and tongue traveling the length of my neck. Next, it's his teeth as he grinds his mouth down and sucks deeply. I can't help but writhe against his leg as I feel him marking me. He knows what this does to me. His hard cock against my hip, his hand holding my hair in a punishing grasp, fingers pinching my nipple, and the exquisite torture on my neck, I'm overwhelmed by the collective assault to my senses. My orgasm takes me by surprise as I gasp and quake, trapped between his hard body and the wall. He raises his head and looks into my eyes. His own smirk declaring a small victory. Instead of leaving me sated, the orgasm only fuels my desire. I kiss his smiling mouth and put my hands under the hem of his shirt. Tugging it up and pulling it over his head. I move between his legs and begin to slide down the wall. My mouth in constant contact. First his jaw and the beard growth there, rubbing my own cheek against it. I lick a path downward to his neck and chest. His nipple between my lips and then my teeth momentarily. My hands ever busy, moving along his magnificent shoulders, down his arms, across his abdomen to the prominent cock pushing against his jeans. Ever downward I sink to my knees. I glance up as he watches me through heavy lidded eyes. I lick my way across his waistband and nip at his hip. I can't wait a second longer to have him naked before me. I work the button and zipper. Sliding it down with haste and then curl my fingers over the top of his pants and boxers to pull them down together. I drag them down his thighs and coax him to step out of them. I hurriedly toss them aside and resume the tour of his body, with my mouth. A kiss on his calf, a lick on the side of his knee and a pinch of teeth on his thigh. My lips move towards the center of him and his manhood. My tongue snakes out to lick the base of him and I drag it up the underside of the shaft of his beautiful cock. He's so hard his foreskin is stretched taut, leaving the head exposed to my tongue. I swirl it around the top and taste his luscious precum. I wrap my lips around him and continue to flick and swirl my tongue. My lips tighten and my tongue dances as I slide my mouth further down onto him. He grasps both sides of my head and thrusts into my mouth gently. I look up and our eyes meet again. We both moan and he takes this as acquiescence and thrusts into my mouth again and again, ever deeper each time. I allow him to control my head and it's movements, while my hands roam his body. A massaging caress to his balls, around his hips and down to squeeze his ass as it flexes and drives his erection into my ever watering mouth. As his own completion draws near, he stops and pulls away and out of my mouth. I attempt to follow on my knees to retrieve his delectable organ. He bends over and puts both hands under my arms and tugs me to my feet. His kiss is commanding and I wrap my arms around his neck. He places his hands under my ass and I get the message and jump to wrap my legs around his waist. He grinds me in place against the wall for a few moments as his mouth continues to devour me. A step backwards and he turns toward the bed in the center of the room, with me still perched at his waist. After a couple of kissing, stumbling steps, I feel myself being lowered to the bed and he follows me down. My clothes are trapped between us and I long to feel his skin against my own. I take my hands away from his back and attempt to remove my clothes. He captures my hands and holds both wrists in one of his hands. My arms stretched out above my head. A slight shake of his head and I know any disrobing of my body will be left to him and his whims. He taps the hands held prisoner above my head, in a silent command to leave them there. He pushes up on both arms and his freed cock pushes against my still clothed pussy. I hiss and undulate against it. I want the clothes gone, and to feel his hot length inside me. He knows this all too well and enjoys the small amount of torture I allow him, in our games. He kneels between my legs and makes short work of my blouse. It's over my head and thrown over his in a matter of seconds. My bra follows and my breasts are bared for his enjoyment. Frustratingly, he leaves my skirt hiked around my thighs and my panties in place. Now soaked through with one orgasm and a river of need. He reaches down to palm both nipples and clutches my breasts in a rough grip. Not quite punishing, but not gentle. He squeezes and then bends down to flick his tongue across each of them. He sucks one nipple into his mouth and I feel his teeth nip slightly as he moves down my stomach. His tongue again, swirling into my navel. I want to bring my hands down and grasp his head, as he had done mine. I refrain and allow him the same access he granted to me. Finally I feel him at my waist and think he's going to remove the skirt. But, no... Hot breath flows across my wet panties and his mouth clamps down over them. More exquisite pressure on my clit, yet denial of his wet raspy tongue. I growl in frustration and wrap my legs around his back. I push up into his mouth and am rewarded as my panties slide slightly to the side and I feel the heat and moisture as he laps at my lower lips and takes in my essence. He fills his hands with my ass and squeezes my cheeks. His head moves side to side, his nose nudging my panties further aside and I'm rewarded with his lips, finally on my center. For a few moments, he uses his entire mouth on my swollen core. His lips to encircle it, his tongue flicking rapidly, suction to draw it out further. I writhe and moan under the onslaught. He grunts and shifts and the delightful sensations disappear. I feel pressure and hear a tear of the lace at my hip, my panties are finally gone. Ripped away and thrown aside. I am flipped onto my stomach. His hand flicks down rapidly once to deliver a stinging smack to my ass. I'm pulled up onto my knees and he moves behind me. Another smack and then the bite of his teeth to the other cheek. I move back toward him, rather than away. I enjoy the small amount of pain he delivers. I feel a hand on my hip as he guides his cock to my waiting, wet pussy. He pushes in partially, only the head, still teasing me. I attempt to arch back to him, to get him to enter me fully and he snickers at my impatience. His hand now in my hair again and I'm pulled back, finally able to feel him as he thrusts inside to the hilt. I love his cock, the full, hard, hot length of him as he strokes repeatedly into and back out of me. The feel of his muscular, hairy thighs as they rub against my delicate ones. His pendulous balls as they sway and slam against me with each thrust. I move with him, slamming back onto him in, taking him in full. Passion unleashed in our grunts and staggering breaths, moans and gasps fill the air. Yet still, I need more from him. I feel him slow and lean over me. His hands rest upon mine and our fingers twine together. I slowly lower to my stomach to the bed and he covers me. I'm enveloped in him completely. His lips at the back of my neck, his hands covering mine, his chest against my back, his thighs rest upon mine and I am utterly his to be taken. Our hips piston together as we resume our efforts. Our sweaty bodies slide against each other over and over again. I love the feel of his skin and hair rubbing against me. His cock plunging deep and only partially retreating, to slide deeper still. His hot breath against my neck and then I feel his lips once again at my shoulder. Our motions become frantic and even more fast-paced. I know that soon he will fill me with his seed and it drives me to a further peak. I feel his teeth bite down on my shoulder and I can contain it no longer. My body spasms and my pussy clutches rhythmically at his cock. He feels my orgasm overtake me and it pushes him over as well. He thrusts deeply one last time and his cock pulses inside me and I can feel the hot juices spurt from his dick as he fills me, takes me, claims me. I am replete and complete. Gently, his hands slide up my arms and underneath me. He hugs me close to him and places soft kisses to the side of my neck. I crane my head around so my lips can meet his. One more gentle kiss and he pulls out and off of me and rolls onto his back beside me. He gathers me into his arms again and I lay my head on his chest. Our breathing calms and I trace the hair on his chest with a fingertip as we drift off to sleep. No spoken words are needed. We've said it all with our bodies and souls. An Encounter At A Coffee Shop I got up one sunny morning and decided to head to a coffee shop to grab a coffee. This was like any other typical day that I had. I had few friends, so I'd find myself sitting alone often. I drove into the coffee shop in my powered chair and ordered my usual. Once I had my order, I headed towards a table and quietly sipped the warm liquid. As per usual, I sat there reading the paper to see if I had missed anything newsworthy. Much to my dismay, there was nothing of interest in the paper. At one point while reading, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw this girl standing before me. She looked at me with her big blue eyes and smiled. "Excuse me sir, sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could sit with you?" At first I didn't know what to say, but I did the right thing and said yes. For three hours we sat in the coffee shop talking and laughing. She was really nice and had a really nice body. Her height was about 5'8 and it looked liked she worked out. Through our talking, I found out that her name was Heather and that she was an exotic dancer. She didn't seem to be uncomfortable by my disability. We had finished our drinks a while ago, so we decided to head for a walk. After walking around for a bit, we found a park bench for her to sit on. Eventually our conversation turned to a sexual nature. She wasn't sure if I could have sex or if I even liked it. I told her that I love sex, but I hadn't had in five years. The look on her face was of shock and amazement. Some people think that just because you're physically disabled that you must be sexually disabled as well, but that's not always the case. I explained to her how the woman has to be on top and put my hands where they wanted them to be. As the conversation progressed, I began to get an erection because she was asking about my past sexual experiences. Even though I've only had a few, she seemed interested. Heather paused for a minute and started speaking. "You know, Ryan I must confess something" "I've always had a sexual attraction to disabled people, but I've been too scared to be intimate with them". With that, my heart sank because it appeared that I was going to get let down by another beautiful woman. She saw my disappointed face, but took my hand. "Ryan, I'd like to please you, I'm no longer afraid and I'd like you to be my first with a disabled guy". I couldn't believe what was happening. All those nights of laying in an empty bed masturbating to thoughts of being with another girl and now it was going to happen again. For a few minutes, I thought she felt sorry for me, but she seemed genuine. We exchanged phone numbers and made plans for her to come to my place two days later. Two days later, she arrived at my door wearing this innocent schoolgirl uniform. With that, we headed to my bedroom for an unforgettable night. She closed the door behind me and put music on for her to dance to. Right away she looked deep into my eyes and kissed me deeply. "I told you that I'm an exotic dancer, but tonight I'm dancing for you and there are no rules." With that, she started dancing. Soon into the dance, she took my cock out so she could watch it grow as she danced. The first thing she took off was her top and I saw that she was wearing a black lace bra. My cock sprang up and she teased me by running her tongue up the length of the shaft. Her tongue felt so good and right away, I began to get wet. Heather then proceeded to take off her plaid skirt. All she had on now was a black thong and matching black boots. She moved her body beside my wheelchair and took my hand in hers. She looked at me with a smile on her face and said that she wanted me to feel how wet she was. With that, she put my hand inside her panties and told me to rub. She felt really wet and I had never been able to arouse a woman to that extent before. She took her thong off and before my very eyes was a very beautiful shaved pussy. With my hand in hers, she began rubbing her pussy and making it even wetter. She slid one of my finger inside her and began moaning as I began fingering her wet pussy. I wanted to have my cock inside her so bad that my cock was now dripping with precum. She got on my lap and teased my cock by rubbing it against her opening. She placed my hand on my erect cock and told me to place myself inside her. As I dove it inside her, I was very turned on by her tightness. Her pussy seem to grip me with a death grip. My hands were now free so she placed them on her nice smooth breasts and began rubbing them. With each powerful thrust that I did, we got closer and closer to orgasmic delight. When I told her that I was going to cum, we kissed each other until we came. That was the last time that I ever saw her. To this day, I still lay awake in my empty bed masturbating to the wonderful images of the night my dream came true. An Encounter at the Gym I had been watching her as I bashed though my routine on the cross-trainer. It was a holiday week and the gym was quiet. She was a few feet away, gently rowing on the end machine. She wasn 't exactly breaking into a sweat, just maintaining a steady pace. I can't put my finger on what attracted me to her. She looked about thirty-five, and had the skin-hue and texture that has always appealed to me; but so did a lot of women. I used to wonder how to describe this flesh quality, so that if ever I needed to I could say, "I like women with skin the colour of."...What? I was in my twenties before I knew; it was Clotted cream. Yeah, I know, not very poetic. "She had skin the colour of Clotted cream," but that was the shading I liked. I think it is the rich smooth quality of certain female flesh itself that radiates this colouring, usually at some point in the fading of an old suntan, as the natural skin colour is re-establishing itself. I do like to see it. Her mousy blond hair was held bunched up by a long hair-clip running up center of the back of her head. Her neck was well defined and elegant. It was hard to appraise her body as she rowed. I kept looking at her, irrationally drawn to her. I don't know why. I see lots of beautiful women, fancy them, but never have this sensation about them. I am long past the day when I stare at females hoping they would look back, as they rarely acknowledge my attention. Well women under forty don't. But her presence undid something inside of me and I let it come to the surface again. As I exercised I would look at her, then feeling rude, turn away. Eventually I was finding it hard not to turn away and she noticed. She had to mover her head to the side to see me, but she held my gaze for a few seconds. I had to divert my eyes, I felt as though I had received a deciding punch from a heavy weight boxer. I was unhinged and had to stop my workout. I got off the machine and, as I walked away, looked at her again. She looked back at me, then dropped her eyes and turned back to her rowing. I went downstairs to the changing room, undressed and took a cold shower, then through to the pools in my trunks. I spent fifteen minutes in the spa pool then headed for the sauna room. I sat and thought about the look that she gave me. I could feel myself straining at the bit to go back and talk to her, perhaps to see if I could arrange to meet her later. I realised it was ridiculous to even imagine such a thing, I was fifty-two and married. My body was still good but my face had lived its life and it showed. And besides, I did not need the hassle a love interest would bring. I'd had my share of affairs over the years, and so had Jean my wife, but our marriage had weathered them and we were strong together now. My family life was good and our first grandchild had just arrived, a new joy in my life, holding at bay the ennui. I had know male friends and colleagues who, at a similar age as me, had thrown all this away for some fresh flesh, some girl of no consequence. Lured away by Siren songs. They got a few months, or years at best, of their lost youth back, then found them selves ship-wrecked on the rocks of loneliness, shunned by their families. I decided not to make a fool of myself. I did not want to end my days in some seedy bed-sit. I was alone in the sauna, so after a while I lay on my back and began to relax, enjoying the heat. Someone else entered but I did not look up. "Do you mind if I have a drink of your water?" I sat up and looked for the owner of the singsong female voice. Shit! I thought, as I looked into the face of the woman who had been rowing. She was sitting on her towel on the bench just below me, looking up expectantly and smiling. I did not look at her eyes, so as to prevent her seeing my caught-in-the-headlights in mine. I scanned her body instead, slim, long, lithe, with small breasts. I scanned her flesh, most of it was on show and, of course, all of it the colour of clotted cream. "Yeah, sure help yourself," I undid the plastic seal and passed the bottle to her. She put it to her mouth and drank delicately, her lips hardly touching the plastic, but brushing it lightly. She scrutinised me as she swallowed. God! She was flirting with me. I felt a desperate urge to escape. "It's hot in here, isn 't it?" I said. "You idiot!" I thought. She laughed and said, "The depth of your perception knows know bounds, does it? I'm off to the spa pool now, to cool down," and then, "you can join me if you like?" As she left the sauna, she looked back at me as if to say, "coming?" I eyed her hips as she left. The sight of those creamy cheeks peeping out of bikini bottoms did it for me. I did not hesitate, I followed her to the pool. She sat down sat among the jets and bubbles. I joined her. "Why were you looking at me when I was on the rower?" "There was just something about you that attracted me. I couldn 't help it. You are just my type." I didn't mention the clotted cream. "Perhaps you were thinking what it would be like if I did this to you," and without looking at me, placed her hand on my crotch and began to massage my balls and cock through my trunks, "is this what 'your type' do?" Too shocked to answer, I looked around instead. There were two or three other people in the pool area but none were near to us. Even if someone had been close, they would not have seen her working on me through the bubbly froth. She looked ahead, her hand doing the work, her shoulders unmoving. My cock was just beginning to awaken to her advances when the delay loop that controlled the spa turned off the bubbles. "Fuck," I thought, as she removed her hand away. "I had a feeling you would have a nice big cock, older men usually do," she lied, thinking to please me, "I can't wait for the bubbles to start again." And they did. Her small delicate hand in my trunks again, pulling my cock free of my waistband, her hand descended down and cupped my balls, then up onto my penis again, drawing her fingers up the shaft, on to the exposed sensitive head. Her handiwork felt exquisite among effervescent turbulence. She was skilled, knowing just the right amount of pressure to apply so as not to over excite me. Even so, I started to feel I was reaching a crescendo so I moved her hand. I didn 't want to cum in the pool. The bubbles stopped again. "Come," she said, as she made for the pool steps. I waited a moment to let my manhood subside, then went to her in the steam room. As I entered, she closed the door behind me and leaned against it to prevent anyone bursting in unexpectedly. She drew me to her and kissed me, her tongue probing for mine. As we kissed I eased my hand into her bikini briefs and started to rub her clit . It was many years since I'd felt strange pussy. I had forgotten how good it was. I became hard again. I felt her excitement begin to increase. Just as I thought I had her on the verge of orgasm, she took my hand and lifted it out of her bikini bottom. "Not yet," she said. She manoeuvred me so that I was the one leaning against the door and went down on her knees, taking my cock in her mouth. She set about me with a purpose, her tongue delighting me. As I approached my climax she withdrew her mouth and finished with her fingers. I ejaculated onto the wet tiles. "I hope there is still some more of that left, I haven't finished with you yet?" And off she went again. I felt guilty about leaving my spilled semen on the floor, but the gym would be closed in half-an hour and I doubted any more people would be coming in to use the facilities. The cleaners would not guess what the mess was. I followed her back into the sauna. As I entered she wriggled out of her bikini briefs and wrapped her towel around her waist. She lay face down on the highest bench, her legs slightly apart. "I want to cum now," she said, making herself comfortable by resting her head on her arms I sat on the bench turning back to face her and slipped my hand along the silky skin of her inner thigh. I gently traced my finger down the crack of her arse, then eased two of my fingers into her cunt. My fingers were enfolded in her wet warmth as I probed deeper. I calculated I could remove my hand quickly enough to save embarrassment if another gym member entered. This seemed unlikely, as I had seen no one else as we travelled over from the sauna. The only worry now was if a staff member appeared. The possibility of being found in the act only added to the thrill. She was becoming excited now and rolled over on to her back and spread her legs. "I want you to lick me." "What if someone comes in I?" "I don't care." I thought for a moment and then threw caution to the wind and was between her legs, feasting on the on the pink centre of this clotted cream treat! As I lick and kissed, I hear the door open, but I continued. I heard a male voice give an involuntary, "What the fuck," then silence. Seconds later she squeals and orgasms. I turn to see the pool lifeguard frozen, open-mouthed staring at us. He gathers his composure and politely tells us the centre will be closing in fifteen minutes and could we please go and get changed. Then walks away. I turn to my new friend and ask if she is OK. She smiles at me, secures the towel around her waist and makes her way to the female changing room without speaking. I shout after her, "Will I see you again?" She does not respond. By the time I had dressed I had come to my senses and realised what a dangerous course I may have embarked upon. I decided to leave without waiting for her to get changed. I saw her once again at the gym, a few months later. She did not acknowledge me. I was glad that I had not developed a relationship with her. A woman who could do what she had just done would have been too dangerous. At my time of life happiness and sanity is of worth more than a blowjob . An Encounter at the Ticket Counter Inspired by "A Small Case of Overkill" by Sara H * Katrina stood behind the ticket counter, tired from a long day of work, counting down the minutes until her weekend began. She idly typed in a few keystrokes to prepare for the next customer, and looked up at the line of people snaking their way toward the clerks. That's when Katrina saw her. Standing in line, behind a couple of other customers was a blonde bimbo dressed in an outfit so skanky, Katrina thought, it would make a Brazilian hooker blush. Well, maybe not that bad, but still horribly out of place in the train station in the middle of the afternoon. A backless pink tank top barely covered the woman's massive breasts, and a ridiculously tiny black miniskirt stretched to cover her bubble butt. The whole trampy package stood precariously upon a pair of punishingly high platform heels, colored to match the shirt, and it was all topped with a tremendous mound of yellow hair. Katrina had no respect for the kind of woman who looked like such a dumb slut. Katrina looked to the other clerks beside her, both men, and saw that they gawked openly at the girl, despite having customers right in front of them. Typical. The men in line ogled the little floozy and, for whatever reasons, even some women stared. Katrina realized that she was staring too, and certainly not from lust. Returning her attention to the job, Katrina processed the tickets of another two customers. Then she found herself looking up at the bimbo walking to her counter. "It figures," Katrina thought with a sigh. Well, at least it meant that the blonde airhead would get a clerk who wouldn't screw up the keyboard by drooling all over it. The girl's face was all tarted up like the rest of her, all shiny white teeth and glossy red lipstick and empty blue eyes with way too much eyeliner. Katrina had to suppress a snort of contempt as the girl obscenely plopped her fat udders up on the edge of the counter. Katrina had way too much class to do something so trashy, even if her A-cup breasts were capable of it. "I'd like a reserved ticket for the 10 PM train to Miami, in a sleeper car, please," the blonde chirped. She batted her thick eyelashes, almost flirtatiously. "ID," Katrina replied mechanically as she keyed in the ticket request. "Umm, sure," her customer replied and lifted a little pink handbag up onto the counter. She fumbled around in it with her long pink-manicured nails, and giggled stupidly as she took too long to sort through whatever she had in there. She stuck her pink tongue out a little and rubbed it on her lower lip, wearing an expression of heavy concentration for the simple task of searching her purse. Katrina just looked at her, bored. So damn pink, Katrina thought. Except for those red lips. Finally the girl's eyes lit up with glee and the big toothy dimpled grin returned to her face as she pulled a card out and handed it over. Katrina rapidly typed in the license number and glanced incidentally over the other data on the ID. The woman's name was Misty Cummings. Sounded like a porn star, which she easily could have been. She didn't look so much like a whore in her photo, though, Katrina thought. Katrina handed the ID back and the other woman's fingers brushed her own as she took it. She seemed to be looking in Katrina's eyes a little too intensely. Was this skank flirting with her? The idea was offensive. Probably this was how the bimbo acted to get special treatment from male personnel and she just did it now out of habit. Still, the other possibility existed. Katrina read off the price of the ticket, and the blond nonchalantly reached into her gaping cleavage to pull out a wad of bills. Katrina blinked and thought "She probably keeps her cash there because she's too slow to find it in her handbag." With another look of intense concentration, the girl peeled off a few bills, moving her lips as she counted silently. Katrina accepted the money, rung it up and finished off with the standard questions about baggage as the ticket started printing. She handed back the ticket and change. Misty Cummings' smile was almost lewd as she stuffed the cash back between her oversized breasts. "Thanks, Katrina," the busty blonde enunciated, staring at the clerk's nametag. "Bye." She drew out the latter word with syrupy emphasis, stretching it to two syllables. Katrina wasn't positive, but thought that the girl winked before sliding her tits off the counter and sashaying away. Katrina breathed a sigh of relief. It had only taken a few minutes, but for some reason it had seemed interminable. As she looked down at her terminal screen, her vision blurred a little, and her head felt suddenly light.... * * * Kate waited behind the ticket counter, looking forward to the end of her work week and the beginning of a relaxing weekend. She tapped at her keyboard, getting it ready for the next customer. Then she looked up at the people in line. That's when Kate saw her. A blonde bombshell stood in line, wearing a ridiculously sexy, revealing outfit. Kate would never have the guts to wear something so daring, even if she had the body to pull it off, especially here in the train station, in the late afternoon. A tiny pink tank top, no back, showed off an impossibly perfect pair of tits. An equally perfect derrière was displayed nicely by a black miniskirt so small it could have been a belt. The hot girl perched upon a pair of high-heeled pumps and her head was crowned with a nimbus of wonderfully coiffed golden hair. A sparkling bellybutton ring accentuated her tan, toned midriff. Kate couldn't shake the feeling that she'd seen this woman before, but it didn't seem likely that she'd forget somebody like that who looked like she'd just stepped out of a centerfold. Not that Kate was attracted to women sexually, just that this girl was hotter than Kate could dream of being, and Kate both admired and envied her for it. A brief glance around showed Kate that every eye in the station was on the babe. No surprise there. Even other women stared, whether from lust, or purely aesthetic appreciation, or jealousy, or disapproval. Kate continued with her work, taking occasional sidelong peeks at the blonde girl. After dealing with a couple of customers, Kate looked up to see the girl sauntering up to her station, and was struck with a jolt of excitement she didn't completely understand. She was just as gorgeous up close. Her face was heavily painted, but she wore it well. Heavy black eyeliner framed her enormous blue eyes, and deep red lipstick framed a set of lustrous pearly teeth as she grinned widely. Kate's eyes got wide as the girl slid her amazing rack up on the edge of the counter. Kate would never have the nerve to flaunt herself so brazenly, but then, her own B-cup tits, while they served her well enough, really weren't worth showing off like this fantastic pair before her. "Hi, what can I do for you?" Kate asked, trying not to act flustered. "Hi," the blonde replied, and batted her eyelashes a couple of times. "I'd like a reserved ticket on a sleeper car to Miami." Kate just looked at the woman's face for a second as if she hadn't comprehended the request, then, with a start, began typing in the reservation. Her customer giggled slightly. Kate felt her face becoming warm. She was acting awkward around a sexy woman the way an adolescent boy would. Kate was basically straight, though. It was just that this blonde just radiated sex like an aura. "Okay," Kate said, smiling a little nervously. "May I see your ID please?" "Why of course," her customer replied sweetly, then swung a small pink handbag up onto the counter. She reached into it with her finely manicured hand and searched around in there with an expression of careful concentration. She took a pretty long time for such a little bag, absentmindedly licking her lips at the same time. Kate watched the pink tonguetip with a kind of fascination, thinking of how the tongue's color matched that of the tank top, the handbag, and the fingernails. It suited her. Kate also noticed how the pink of the tongue stood out against the deep red of the wet lips. Finally, the big sunny grin broke out across the woman's face again as she pulled a license from the handbag and presented it to Kate, glowing with pride at this simple accomplishment. Kate looked at the license with curiosity as she typed in the number. The customer's name was Misty Cummings, which seemed appropriate. Her photo didn't really do her justice, though. Finished, Kate handed Misty her card back. Just for a moment the blonde's smooth fingers slid along Kate's own, and even gave a little squeeze, as she took back the card. Was this strange goddess flirting? How bizarre, and flattering. Kate then read off the price and her customer reached into her own sumptuous décolletage. Kate blinked a couple of times, and had to suppress a little giggle. This was just too much. Misty smiled back knowingly and pulled out a wad of bills. Slowly she peeled off a few, moving her luscious mouth as she counted. Kate took the cash, allowing Misty's fingers to brush hers again. This situation was kind of absurd. She rung up the money and started printing the tickets, finishing the transaction with a few questions about luggage and such. Kate handed over the ticket and change, and Misty took them with another little squeeze of Kate's fingers. Kate felt a little turned on in spite of herself. Oh well. It was all over now. Misty grinned lasciviously as she plunged the money back into her fantastic cleavage. Misty looked down at Kate's chest, then said, "Thank you so much, Katrina," drawing out the name affectionately. Everybody called her Kate or Katie, and she almost felt like telling Misty that, though there was no real point. "Have a great trip," Kate said. "Thanks, I'm sure I will," Misty replied, almost insistently. "Bye Bye," she said, then winked. She turned away from the counter, letting her boobs slide off and jiggle back into place. Kate couldn't help but stare, a little perplexed, at the woman as she sashayed away, long pink heels clicking, ripe bouncy ass swinging. Kate took a few deep breaths. Her mouth felt dry and her head felt a little light. As this crazy impossible hottie (who had flirted with her!) rounded the corner past the counter, Kate looked back at her monitor to get ready for the next customer. She found she couldn't quite focus on the words onscreen. * * * Kitty couldn't wait to get off work, change out of her stupid uniform and into something sexy, then start her weekend. She poked at the keyboard with one long manicured nail while her other hand played with a stray lock of hair. Her eyes drifted up to the line of customers. That's when Kitty saw her. Standing in line was a blonde chick so hot that Kitty wished she could start her weekend right that second. Her outfit was so amazingly sexy. It was like something Kitty would wear to go clubbing. A pink top nicely showed off the woman's luscious boobies, which were almost as big as Kitty's own and just as perfectly shaped. A black miniskirt hugged the girl's juicy booty the way Kitty imagined herself doing. That girl had the cutest pair of pink pumps at the end of her long, fine legs. They matched her top, and her little handbag and nails, Kitty noted admiringly. A sexy little piece of bellybutton jewelry shined in the hot girl's tight golden midriff and her head was crowned with waves of beautiful golden hair. Kitty could barely take her eyes off the babe long enough to deal with the next couple of customers. Kitty felt like she'd seen her before, but there was no way she'd forget a girl this hot. This was the kind of honey that Kitty had wet dreams about. Maybe she remembered her from those. Kitty bounced a little with excitement as she saw the blonde walking up to her station. How cool! She looked even hotter up close, where Kitty could see her big blue eyes and shiny red lips, plus the most adorable pair of little dimples in her cheeks as she smiled real big. Kitty smiled back, feeling goofy and nervous. Then she grinned wider, even more nervous, and horny, as the babe slid her awesome titties up on the counter. Kitty liked to show off this way too, but it was super sexy seeing this other girl doing it. "Hi, I'm Kitty," she greeted the customer. "Hi, Kitty. What a cute name!" the blonde enthused. Just then Kitty had an image of herself purring like her namesake while this hottie stroked her head. "I'm Misty." "Oh, I like your name, too." It reminded her of fairy tales and magic. "So, what can I do for you, Misty?" She pronounced the name lovingly. "Well, for starters, I need a ticket to Miami," Misty replied, giggling as if at some private joke. Kitty couldn't help but giggle too. "Umm, okay," Kitty replied, and struggled to focus on keying in the destination. "What time?" she asked. In the back of her mind she felt a little disappointment to think that this amazing babe was going so far away from her. "Ten O'Clock," Misty replied, swaying slightly in a way that made her boobies slide back and forth a little bit on the counter. "Uh huh," Misty nodded, fumbling at the keyboard with her long nail as she gazed at the shifting titties. Kitty could see the nipples poking through the thin pink fabric, and wondered what color they were. She imagined them a pink color to match the ensemble. Kitty could feel her own nipples stiff against her bra cups. "Uh, one way or round trip?" "Oh, one way, please." Kitty looked up at Misty's face. She was sad to learn that this amazing babe was only going to be around her for a short time, and not coming back. Maybe it showed, because Misty's smile softened a little. Then the blonde batted her long eyelashes at Kitty as she said, in a lower voice, "I'd like to reserve a sleeper car, please." Kitty gulped. Misty sounded so sexy when she said that. Kitty's head was filled with a vision of herself and Misty, naked and fucking like crazy in a sleeper berth as the train roared and thumped along. She had a big grin again, and a little blush. She felt her pussy getting wet. After a few seconds of smiling at Misty and fantasizing, she realized that she needed to type in the seating request. Then the computer told her to ask for ID. "Hey, Misty," she said slowly, as if afraid of offending the girl, "could I, um, see your license-thingy please?" "Why, of course, sweetheart," Misty replied sunnily. She lifted her cute little handbag onto the counter and began to search around in it. Kitty stared and tried to see what was in there. Makeup, probably, and the ID of course. What else?, she wondered, thinking of the contents of her own purse: money, makeup, keys and wallet, obviously, plus tissues, condoms, lube, and a little secret vibrator she liked to use on lunch breaks. And sometimes her 15-minute coffee breaks. And sometimes bathroom breaks when she didn't really need to pee but just felt horny. She might have to take a bathroom break when she was done with Misty. Misty slowly licked her lips as she hunted through the bag. Kitty just gazed at her, thinking how her pink tongue matched all the other pink stuff, including maybe the pink stuff she hadn't seen yet, and how it stood out against the big juicy red lips. Finally the blonde pulled out a plastic card, giggling again as she handed it over. Kitty giggled a little too as she took it, and accidentally on purpose stroked her fingers against Misty's. She looked at the card. Misty wasn't as hot in the picture as she was right here in the flesh. Reading the numbers and typing them in was the toughest part for Kitty. She knew she was slower than the other clerks (even when she wasn't so distracted), but she also knew that everybody liked her because she was so friendly (plus she had awesome boobies, and she sometimes gave blowjobs to her manager and some of her co-workers, who loved getting them just as much as she loved giving them). When she finished typing, Kitty handed back the card, and Misty stroked her fingers for a second while she grabbed it. Kitty knew that was on purpose and tried to keep from shaking with excitement. Her titties jiggled around a little anyway, and she noticed Misty looking. God this was hot! Finally, she asked for the money, and almost gasped as Misty reached between her sweet mounds to get it. It was a nice fat wad of cash, and Misty counted off a few bills, then handed them over. The two girls' hands touched again, for a little longer this time, and Kitty wanted to shout. With some effort, Kitty counted the cash and keyed in the amount. Then she had to count the change while the ticket printed out, all the while imagining her hands and mouth all over this babe's gorgeous titties and pussy and ass.... She shook her head and took care of a few last stupid questions about luggage and stuff. All done, she handed over the ticket in one hand and the change in the other. Misty stroked and fondled both hands as she received the items, looking hungrily in Kitty's eyes the whole time. After a little while, she let go and stuck the ticket in her purse. Then she stretched out her top's already low neckline with her free hand while slowly sliding the money back down with the other hand, giving Kitty a nice long look down her shirt. Kitty knew Misty could see her looking. She wanted her to see. Soon it would be over. Kitty sighed to herself. "Thank you. Have a fantastic trip," Kitty said warmly. "Oh, I will," Misty replied. It looked like she was staring at Kitty's booby again, so the clerk stood up a little straighter and stuck out her chest proudly. "Thank you, Katrina," Misty said. "Call me Kitty!" the clerk squeaked. "I'm sorry. Kitty. I was just reading off your nametag," she giggled. "That's okay. Nobody calls me that, though." Kitty giggled, too. "Well, have a great time in Florida. I hear it's real nice down there this time of year." "Oh, have you never been?" Misty said, almost sadly. Kitty shook her head, a little embarrassed. "Well, you should go," the traveler said firmly, then winked. "Bye bye," Misty sang as she grabbed her handbag and turned away so that her pretty titties slid off the counter and bounced back to their regular positions. Her juicy black-clad ass swung from side to side as Kitty stared after her wistfully. Just as she was about to round the corner past the counter, Misty looked back and blew Kitty a kiss. Kitty nearly melted right then. That's when Kitty decided she was going to Florida. She'd use her employee discount to get a simple unreserved seat. It was a long ride, but she had a feeling she would get to share a sleeper car with one of the other passengers. She smiled wickedly as she rung up her own ticket. Her head felt light and her fingers shook, but the plan was firm in her mind. She didn't have time to run home and get changed, but there was a whole mall in the station where she could buy some new things. There was even a lingerie store. There was no place to pick up special toys like she had at home, but she could make do without those. She bit her lip to keep from giggling out loud. With her ticket printed, she picked up her purse and ran off for a bathroom break. An Encounter In A Hotel Bar Nigel Cotes had been newly promoted to an executive position and he was very proud of himself. He was sitting in the hotel bar after a conference where he had given a talk about his division to the shareholders and directors of the company. He knew he had done well for himself and he liked others to know he knew it. He shifted his bulk around on his barstool and looked down to admire his new suit, an expensive Savile Row suit bought especially for this occasion. This and his new Mercedes outside made him feel particularly successful. It was a pity he no longer had a wife to share his success, but, well, she left him saying he was only interested in himself. He took another sip of his whisky and looked out window. He was a bit apprehensive at the dirty 4x4 parked beside his shiny new car; he'd have to watch that. Then he saw her, the most striking woman he had seen in a long time. She was standing next to his car, waiting to cross road. He watched her long legs as she walked over and entered hotel. She wore a tight dark blue dress that displayed her deep cleavage and trim bum. She was carrying only a small bag so it did not seem as if she intended to stay overnight here. No, she sauntered straight past the reception and came into the bar walking towards him. On her way across the room she had glanced in his direction and made eye contact. She took a seat and sat near to him. Then she pulled magazine from her bag and looked it. It was plain she was not really reading it, just scanning over the pages. He guessed she had sat down next to him for a purpose. She gave him another quick glance from the corner of her eye. Nigel thought she must be interested in him. He could not stop himself staring at her; her face, her eyes and especially her mouth. Her lips parted slightly and he imagined his lips pressing onto her lips and his tongue dancing on her tongue. He admired her displayed breast and imagined his hand running over her breast and slipping down to the trim bum. Oh yes, she was one very desirable woman. He leaned across and spoke, "Are you drinking?" "Oh if you're offering yes please. I'd appreciate that." She looked at him. Her eyes sparkled and her lips trembled as if in anticipation of an unexpected reward. However she smiled the smile of a huntress about to pounce. Well, thought Nigel, I must have made an impression and slid up to her, "And what would you like, my dear, eh?" She looked away, "I want sex. Here, across the bar." She leaned across to him and whispered, "And I'm a sexy bitch." "Pardon?" Nigel was startled, had he heard her correctly? He wondered how to go on from that, in a public place anyway. "Sekt," she said, she had an enchanting little twist in her voice, "the German wine, look, the bottle here across the bar in the cooler cabinet. "Yes, of course." Was that what she had said? "My name is Nigel. What's yours?" She looked at him as if he were stupid and ought to know who she was, "I'm Ceci Beech, well actually, Cecilia. You weren't listening were you? " Then mentally adding 'Gotcha goin' there, pal.' The barman poured the drinks, Nigel picked up the bottle and they walked to a table. "And are you here alone this evening?" "I'm waiting for a phone call." Now she hesitated and glanced around. She leaned toward Nigel and, speaking softly, continued "I'm supposed to meet a man here tonight when he's done his meetings. He'll call me, tell me which room he's in and that he's ready for me to go up to him. Don't worry, my husband knows where I am right now and what I'm waiting for. He already has his hotel room somewhere and is preparing for the woman of his choice to come to him." "You don't seem to have much luggage?" Nigel asked, rather too inquisitively. "Ah, I don't need to carry much," Ceci laughed, "I'll get my call, my summons, and I'll go up to the room where he will be waiting for me. I know just what he'll want to do." She lowered her voice again as if imparting a secret, "he will strip me naked and put me on the bed. He will force my legs apart and ravish my whole body with his cunning and his brute force. He will use every opportunity to lift me to ecstasy. If I am lucky he will toy with me, kiss my private parts, run his fingers where it arouses me, and make me lose myself in pleasure." She looked straight into Nigel's eyes. "Just as I will try to arouse him the same." Nigel was getting aroused himself at the thought of this beautiful woman lying on a bed and being worked on. In fact he would have liked a try himself, if she would let him. "How often do you do this?" Nigel asked with a faint hint of hope. "About twice a year. I drop my children off at my parents and drive alone to an address that's been texted to me. My man leaves straight from his work and goes directly to the hotel he has booked. We don't have to see each other, you know. The rooms are booked in advance and paid for; there is no transaction at the desk. It's just that I don't know the room number until I'm told. It's one of the games we play. My husband and I will talk about what each of us has done tomorrow after we get home." "So, what do you do?" Nigel was even more curious. "Listen, I've already said enough. You don't need me to describe every nook and cranny, every blow or all the ins and outs, ups and downs, slips and slides. Use your imagination. But I will still be here until the morning, in bed, with this big agile man doing whatever he wants me to do. And he'll expect me to come up with new ideas for both our pleasures. Have I said enough?" Nigel did use his imagination and could feel his cock stiffening to a record hard-on. "Well I would like to hear a full report," he gave her a smile, " Maybe you could come round to my room tomorrow morning and give me the run down?" 'In your dreams,' thought Ceci, 'That's creepy.' "You couldn't afford me, buddy," she replied to him. "Try me, you never know." Ceci's phone vibrated and buzzed. "Hi, which room? Yes, OK, I'm on my way up." She stood up to go and straightened her dress. Then she picked up her bag and took hold of the neck of the opened bottle. "Right, Nigel. It's show time, I'm on my way. Thanks for the drink." "Good luck, I hope he's not too hard on you. You know what I mean." Nigel had stared at the shapely round bum in front of him as she smoothed her skirt. He had not seen a panty line. Perhaps she was not wearing any? "I'll be all right; I've got a soft spot for him. You know what I mean. See you in the morning. Good night, sleep tight." With this exchange she headed for the lift. Nigel felt sweat forming on his brow. He watched her swaying hips as she went and wished she was going to his bedroom. He doubted whether he would sleep tight. He would be thinking about her and her sexy body wriggling about in bed with some other guy. What's more, he noted that she had taken the bottle with her. Next morning Nigel sat in the breakfast room and saw Ceci come in. She was now wearing beige slacks and a white blouse, she must have had a change of clothes somewhere. He waved and she came to his table. "Good morning Ceci, would you like coffee? How did it go?" "Good morning, Nigel. Yes please, white." Her voice was bubbling, "OK, the room was on the top floor. Well, it should have been a great view but he was waiting behind the door just wearing his boxers and a tee shirt. He opened the door as soon as I tapped on it. He grabbed my arms, kissed me hard and just about ripped off my clothes. Then he threw me onto the bed and straddled me. The tip of his cock was an inch above my face. I just knew what he expected me to do. I opened my mouth and took it in. I held it and played it with my tongue as he put a hand behind my head to stop me moving away." She half turned and motioned him away with her hand. Nigel held the hand. Oh good lord, this was better than reading any erotic story. His brain was overloading. "Don't tell me if you don't want to, Ceci." He hoped she would not stop. "No, it's all right, he didn't hurt me, in fact I enjoyed the whole thing. Any way he had the biggest erection I've seen in quite a while. He let his hand glide down from my neck, over my breast and down to my pussy. He swirled a finger around and tickled my little nub until I couldn't take any more. He slid a finger into my slit and pumped. By then I was fairly writhing and desperate for him to take me. He pressed that big erection of his into my vagina and thrust has hard as he could. I thrust back and we held onto each other and just hammered away. Well I don't know for how long, but until I came, and then he came. Then he carried on. I had the best orgasm in ages and he came right inside me, it was fantastic." Ceci sneaked a look at Nigel to see how he was taking all this. Nigel held his breath; he wanted to take her to his bedroom at that moment and repeat the performance if he could. "That wasn't the end. It got better for me. He spun round and went down on my pudendum. He licked me, plunging with his tongue and teasing my pussy. I got his cock and sucked it like a lolly. Nigel, it's not been like that for ages. We collapsed in each other's arms. We were hot and sweating and covered in cum. My god we made a mess of that bed. We slept until the sun was up. Then he took me again with the curtains open and the warm sun shining on our bodies. Oh Nigel it was absolutely great. Have you ever had such an experience?" Of course Ceci knew perfectly well he hadn't and probably never would. "So, let's have breakfast." She leaned back and smiled. They ordered and made conversation. After Ceci's graphic description, which included descriptive hand gestures, Nigel felt severely disturbed. Ceci poured more coffee. "So Nigel, what do you do?" she asked. They continued eating. "I work for Bolderton's Construction, they are one of the biggest civil engineering contractors in this part of the country. I've just been promoted and my director got me invited here to meet Sir John Bolderton in person". He looked across the carpark and saw the dirty 4x4 that had been next to his car had been replaced by a brand new Range Rover. "Oh, that's interesting; my husband has done work for Bolderton's in the past." She lifted her bag and took looked inside and putting the magazine on the table she found her notebook and opened it. "Let me make a note of your name." He told her his name and which department he worked in and she wrote in the book. Nigel glanced again at the cars outside. A man was coming from the Range Rover into the hotel, Nigel's eyes tracked him. He came up to their table and spoke to Ceci. "Right then sweetheart, I got my car cleaned, I'm leaving now. I'll phone you from home to arrange what we're doing next." "Oh Bob," Ceci spoke, "This is Nigel Cotes, I told you about him earlier. He works for Bolderton's and came here to meet Sir John." "Right, you know Johnny. My wife and I were at his barbeque last week. I see him quite often at work and on days off. Yes, he's a good boss, you should do well with him." The man moved off to the reception to check out. Sir John Bolderton was the man even Nigel's boss called 'sir'. The man in front of him was a personal friend of Sir John and on first name terms with him. This impressed a man like Nigel. Ceci opened the magazine and handed it to Nigel. She pointed out a short story and indicated to him to look at it. "Read this. See if you like the story line. Oh and Nigel, I'm sorry I didn't introduce properly my husband to you did I. I do apologise. That's Bob Fosson. My married name is Cecilia Fosson, I work as Ceci Beech. Bye, Nigel, see you again sometime." She stood up and left, thinking that she really should stop teasing people so much. That guy got quite worked up! Nigel read the title of the section she had highlighted, 'The Lies Women tell Men ' by Ceci Beech. He scanned down it. It was essentially the story she had just recounted to him. So it was all untrue. It was simply a piece of fiction that she had written. Wasn't it? An Encounter in the Shower A collaborative effort. Olga: Stream after stream of hot water cascades down my soft, exhausted body. Standing beneath the gentle massage of the water jets I feel the tension draining from me, leaving me feeling light, relaxed but also weak and tender. Slowly I begin to lather myself, starting with my arms, moving upwards in a smooth, sensual motion towards my neck and chest. I draw my hands over my round breasts, registering their softness, gently grazing over the nipples and feeling them respond to my touch, stiffening beneath my fingers. I pinch them gently, sending small shockwaves through me, heightened by the rhythmical caress of the water jets stimulating every bit of my body. Moving down I massage my stomach in a large circular motion, trailing my fingers ever further down between my legs, now soaking wet, either from the water or from my own juices, I can no longer tell. Watching the white lather slowly trickle down my naked form, collecting in the crevices between my curves only to be chased down by the constant stream of water, is hypnotic in its sensuality... Suddenly I hear a noise outside the safe haven of my cabin. In one sharp jerk the shower curtain is thrust to the side. My body tenses, I freeze, unable to move in fear, a gasp escapes my throat. Fully exposed and vulnerable, I look upon the strong naked form standing before me... Gary: The steam from the hot water billows out, a cloud of water vapour that temporarily masks my features. My hand shoots out of the mist, clamping over your mouth. The rest of me emerges from the haze, my strong, lean body glistening with moisture moves with confidence and purpose, quickly closing the space between us forcing you further back. What strength you possess is quickly overcome as you find yourself between the wall of the shower cubicle and the wall of my own hard body. Any courage you thought to muster flees the moment you catch sight of the look in my eyes. There is no kindness, no compassion, just a dark animal lust. In that moment you know I mean to have you and you realise there will be nothing you can do to stop me. The rock hard flesh of my cock stands between, pressing insistently against your flat stomach, a firm reminder of what is to come. Olga: Any thought of protest is foolish, that much I realize as your hand on my mouth clamps harder and you press yourself against me, trapping and nearly suffocating me. My body limp, I give in to my fate. I meekly snake my arms around your neck only to have them roughly flung away by your powerful hand. You're not looking for tenderness, you want to take me hard and fast, you want to use my body for your own dark and hungry desires. And you're not prepared to wait long. One arm still holding me down effortlessly, your other one stretches out and turns up the water temperature. No longer simply warm, the hot, steaming bursts of water shower us both, penetrating between us and trickling down between my breasts pressed hard against your chest. The walls of the shower cabin steam up, now opaque they cannot reveal what is going on behind them. The thick vapours muffle any sound, even if I wanted to scream this would be futile. Your arms grab my shoulders and turn me roughly. I comply without protest. Now facing away from you, you push me until I bend forwards, my arms barely able to support my weak body against the slippery wall. In one sharp, ruthless motion your stiff rod penetrates me to the core... Gary: My cock slips easily into your waiting vagina, the water provides some lubrication, but it does not disguise the fact that you are already very well lubricated. The water cascades over your back, following the contours of your body, our bodies slippery wet as I begin to move against you. My hands press firmly to your hips, guiding your movements until you pick up the rhythm I desire. Soon you are moving in time with me, your hips rotating, grinding your lovely tight ass against me, every tilt and bend providing my cock with deeper access to your pussy. My hard rod slides inside you, massaging your walls, hitting sweet spots that leave you dizzy and hungry for more. Grabbing your hand, my own guides yours between our legs. My own fingers begin to expertly work your swollen clit, alternating between applying pressure in tight circular motions, squeezing the hypersensitive button between the tips of my fingers and applying long intense strokes that slide all the way down to your soft lips, stretched taut by the thickness of my member. Without encouragement, your own hand drops down to massage my silky balls, rolling them in your hands, marveling at their weight- the thought of how much lovely thick cum these heavy balls hold excites you beyond all reason and a deep hunger flares up from within... Olga: Any feelings of fear I may have harboured towards you dissolve in the warm, inviting spurts of water washing over us. No longer do I want to resist your actions, far from it - I want to please you, fulfill your every desire no matter how dirty, I am aroused beyond all comprehension, surrendering myself to the hypnotic but almost painful sensation of your cock slamming deep inside me, the feel of your beautiful balls in my hand. I release them to feel them slapping rhythmically against me as you thrust hard in and out of my pussy, groaning in pleasure, one hand wandering over my breasts as your fingers continue their dance on my swollen nub. I can feel your muscles tensing, you are not far from release, your moans escalate as your cock swells with blood, I can feel every contour, ever vein in your shaft as it massages me from inside, the friction sending waves of pleasure washing over my body. And at the height of your excitement you suddenly pull out of me, grab my hair firmly and push me down on my knees. Only inches away I watch you pump your deliciously thick, throbbing shaft as you hurl towards an explosive climax, aiming the tip of your cock straight at my face... Gary: In my lust fueled haze I am barely able to appreciate the delicious sight before me, a beautiful woman on her knees before me oozing sex, looking up with wide, expectant eyes, reveling in the effect she has on me, eagerly awaiting the rewards of my impending climax. My engorged member throbs and pulses before you, ready to explode, my body tenses in expectation and there is a short pause, where all motion slows, the calm before the storm. And then, accompanied by loud satisfied cries, jet after jet of warm, thick cum shoots out over your face, hitting the back of your throat, splashing across your flushed breasts, thick milky ropes criss crossing your pale skin. You waste no time in taking me in your mouth, milking my cock of every last drop of its precious load. You can feel your own desire, a raging inferno inside you, you need me, you need my cock. With practiced swipes of your tongue, you quickly coax me back to a full and impressive erection. Looking down at you, I smile, pleased with your efforts, before raising you up, spinning you round and rubbing the full length of my cock over your soft, moist slit. But this time I am not after your pussy, this time, I want more, I want to plunder your body, take every advantage of it, leaving no hole unused. With your head still spinning with the sudden motion coupled with the intense heat of the shower, you barely register my cock, now slick with your own cream, pressing firmly against the tight hole of your ass... Olga: Slowly, precisely, you inch inside me, carefully applying pressure and holding back when you feel me tense up against you. Grazing your fingers over my clit once more, very soon you can feel my ass opening up to accommodate you. It does not take long before the head of your cock enters me, throbbing inside me. Looking down, you revel at the sight. My succulent, round buttocks thrust out against you, your thick erection nestled between them, my back is arched invitingly as I beg you to give me more, I need to feel you inside me, no matter what, no matter how. You pause, giving me time to adjust to these intense new sensations before pushing further into me. I gasp as a sharp bolt of pain pierces me, my ass is stretched beyond anything I have felt before but you continue your onslaught, penetrating me deeper until the full length of your shaft is buried inside my tight little hole. And how tight it feels! As you throb inside me my ass is stretched further, giving new sensations to your already excited member. Your head is dizzy from the eroticism of the situation; you are barely able to think straight as you start thrusting inside me, hearing my moans of bittersweet pleasure. I can barely handle the sensations, I feel I can take no more, but I'm wrong. Your two fingers slide along my slit, teasing my empty but leaking pussy before entering me in one fluid motion. Curling your fingers inside me you massage my aching cunt, exploring crevices and spots I didn't even know existed, your rhythmic pumping of my other hole never ceasing... Gary: My mind is reeling, both from the physical sensations and the exquisite knowledge that I am the first to take your virgin ass. Breaking this taboo, engaging in this most perverse of acts, defiling your sweet asshole sends shivers of perverse delight racing through me and drives me on, inciting me to thrust harder, moan louder. No longer gentle, each thrust stretches your ass almost painfully, but the fingers working your gorgeous little cunt is enough to distract your mind from the pain, only the pleasure of the act registers, your body offering no resistance to my insistent strokes. Pulling my fingers from your aching pussy, my hand grabs yours and brings it back between your legs, this time guiding your own fingers inside yourself, nestling alongside mine, your hand nestled in mine, both our fingers now moving inside you, joined as our bodies are also joined. The shower continues to drum a steady rhythm around us, the soft wet noises of our fingers working your pussy dulled by the roar of the water. My tongue finds your ear and teases it, nibbling at the lobe as my hips continue their rocking motion, burying my cock to the hilt deep in your tight hole. Your body is awash with sensations, breasts, ass, pussy, your entire body is wired to processing every touch, every sound and converting it to raw sexual energy that fills you to overflowing. A two simple words whispers from your lips- "fuck me". Again, this time louder, more assertive- "fuck me". I ask you to say it again, this time you scream it, the words dripping with fire and passion- "FUCK ME!!" Olga: My body is filled to the brink with your hot flesh, when your cock withdraws your fingers thrust inside me, taking my own fingers along with them, stretching me beyond belief, never leaving me empty. As your other hand snakes around me and resumes circling my clit, slowly at first but quickly building up momentum, I go wild with pleasure, I scream at you not to stop, to carry on fucking me hard, my insistent cries intermingled with loud moans both from my own throat and from yours. I am overwhelmed by the sensations, I have never wanted anyone as bad as I want you now, to keep pounding my tight little ass, to thrust deep inside my throbbing wet pussy together with my own fingers, exploring deep inside my folds, feeling the softness and tightness of my most intimate part. Low growls of desire escape from deep within you, I can feel you losing control as my ass clamps down tight on your swollen cock, massaging it in ways you have but dreamed of. You bite my neck in abandon, sinking your teeth into my soft white flesh and feeling me respond with shivers of pleasure, I can feel you approaching an incredible climax as my own excitement builds within me, the combined sensations of every thrust, every flick of your fingers building to a fantastic explosion that is going to ravage my body any second now... Gary: Every muscle in your highly sensitised body contracts, the walls of your throbbing cunt grip our fingers, your own fingers noticing the bulge of my own cock gliding inside your ass, expanding as it prepares to deliver another thick, sticky load inside your dark dank hole. Gripping your breast hard, I brace myself in expectation of my own orgasm. I can't hold back, your gorgeous ass milking my erection, twitching with one final hard thrust before my balls contract and my hot milky fluid floods your once virgin asshole. The orgasm rocks my body, leaving me dazed and a little shaky, but I quickly regain enough control to support you as that moment you have longed for from the moment my cock appeared before you, bulging with intent, arrives. The orgasm rips through your body, one unlike you have ever felt before, driven by the multiple stimulation your body is receiving. I draw you to the floor of the cubicle, better able to surround you in my arms while the orgasm racks your body. My cock gently leaves your plunder asshole, leaking a trail of semen down your pale globes while my fingers eek out the last few vestiges of pleasure from your pulsating pussy. A warm glow surrounds you, the orgasm leaves you in a state of near unconsciousness. You barely notice as I effortlessly wrap you up in a towel, carry you over to the bed, and curl up with you, letting the warmth of the recent shower and our exertions lull us into a deep sleep. An Encounter in the Surf I smiled. I do that a lot when I'm with you Elizabeth. I reached inside the car door to retrieve the picnic basket and travel-rug. You giggled as you grabbed the flask and pushed the car-door shut with your foot. The shingle and sand crunching under your feet as you made your way onto the beach. I followed...... after all..... I'm not familiar with Australian beaches but you had said you knew an excellent place amid the dunes where privacy was assured and we wouldn't be disturbed. I was thrilled. Swapping the cold wet winter of the United Kingdom for the glorious summer warmth of Australia. And following your lovely swaying hips as the warm sand swamped my open-toed sandals warmed my heart. And..... maybe caused a little twitch in my underwear too!! After-all...... was this to be just a picnic on the beach? Or was something more to transpire amidst the sun, sea and sand? You suddenly came to stop. "How about here?," you asked turning around and looking at me with one of the cheeky smiles across your face. "Sure why not" I replied putting the basket down and spreading out the travel-rug. "Are you ready for a swim" Elizabeth said rather softly. I took a quick glance up and had to take a second look as you slowly slipped off your light blue sundress and revealing that tight-fitted costume that was barely holding in your large voluptuous breasts. I grinned. As you bend low to drop your sun-dress onto the lid of the picnic basket I could see that awesome cleavage and felt a distinct twinge between my thighs. A little giggle escapes your sweet lips before you turn and run down the golden sand towards the waves. Turning your head you call, "Come on Stan! Run! I'll race you!" I needed no further bidding, tearing off my t-shirt and shorts. Flipping my sandals off to drop into the loose sand before racing after you wearing just my dark-blue speedos. But you have a very good head-start on me and by the time I get close you're already in the surf-zone the waves lapping as high as your knees. "Come on Elizabeth", I shout as I race by, finding the deeper water and diving beneath the waves. Oh! The water's quite cold and I re-find the bottom with my feet and looked back at you there in the shallower water. I moved towards you noticing that your costume, now splashed with sea-water, reveals large semi-excited nipples. Jeez!! I want you! I want my hands caressing those big tits and my tongue teasing those peaks! I sweep you into my arms, my lips claiming yours in a passionate kiss as the tide swirls around our legs. Your right hand caresses the back of my neck pulling me in to heighten that kiss, your little tongue teasing my lips before sneaking inside my mouth to touch my tongue. My hand slips down your back to grasp the cheek of your ass pressing you against me and, my semi-hard cock presses against your tummy. You giggle against my lips. A little whisper, "Oh Stan....... is that your cock I can feel? Do you want me, my darling?" "Yes!" my hurried reply. "I want you! I want to explore your big boobs! I want to slide my cock inside you! Now! Here! Right here in the ocean! I want to fuck you now!" I grab your hand and pull you towards the shallows..... Where the waves lose their energy before back-washing towards the ocean and turning towards you...... we half-drop, half-fall into the slowly swirling water and once more my lips claim yours as my hands caress your hip pulling you closer. You begin to run your finger tips through my hair and down my back and reaching into my speedos and squeezing my ass-cheek while pulling me in even closer. My hands slowly move up your back and undoing the bow in the middle of your back and then the neck tie making your top fall into the soft waves and exposing your plump, full breasts to the world. My cock hardening with every second pushing up against your wet swimsuit bottoms. I leant over you - my lips greedily claiming a nipple....... sucking it inside to stiffen against my tongue. Lapping licking..... Tasting the salt of the ocean on your body. You're exploring fingers stroking my erection through my speedos. Can you feel how stiff I am Elizabeth? I switch, to take the other nipple into my mouth. Licking..... Lapping.... to make your angry and erect. And, as I lap and suck..... My eager fingers reach to tug your bikini bottoms down your lovely legs amidst the swirling water that moves around us with each wave. You giggle, twisting in the surf to enable me to remove them completely and I throw the scant piece of material up onto the dry sand. My free hand presses against your tummy just mere inches from your little pussy. So close yet so far away. As my fingers slowly move south your insistent fingers have slid inside my speedos almost pushing them over the hairy cheeks of my ass. It's my turn to groan with pleasure as your fingers stroke my erect shaft. And...... as my middle-finger finds your love-lips your hand begins to slowly stroke my stiff hard cock. As my speedos slide down my hairy legs I begin to tease your love lips as you stroke my cock slowly teasing at the tip and moving down and rubbing the inside of my leg. I slowly insert my finger rubbing your soft moist clit as you roll your head back I move my lips to bite you ever so softly on the neck. Just then you pushed me onto my back, my ass digging into the wet sand in the shallow, swirling water, and I'm left wondering what the hell happened. You give a little giggle and joined me in the soft swirl your weight holding me still. You then remove my speedos completely and throw them off onto the dry sand beside your own costume and your lips claim mine once more. A hot, urgent kiss, tongues teasing and plucking at each other as your slender fingers strokes my cock. Your heavy breasts against my hairy chest, your wet hair tackling my face as that kiss heightens. Hot, torrid, passionate kisses as the cold water envelopes us before ebbing away again. But neither of us notices the waves lapping as we're lost in that embrace. My cock excited by your stroking fingers twitches as my right hand grasps your ass-cheeks and pull you closer. The kiss becoming breathless as our passion mounts there in the sand and waves. My other hand grasps your right breast to find your nipple. Finding it, I tease it between my finger and thumb. My teasing, in combination with the cold water has made it angry and stiff. But I anger it further. I love your big nipples!!. You then whispered in my ear "I want to suck your cock" as you slowly move down my chest lightly kissing as you moved down lower and lower until you reached my hardened cock and began to tease the tip with your soft small tongue. As the waves continue to lap over our bodies, your lips engulfing the tip of my cock I groan with sheer excitement and delight. Your warm mouth envelopes my erect shaft as my right hand cups the fullness of your left breast now smeared with wet sand..... I squeeze it..... The sand lightly scratching its softness. Deep in your throat I can feel your stifled giggle and the sensation just excites me further. Your wet hair against my bare thighs.... your hand gently massaging my full balls as the water swirls back and forth. You withdraw my cock from your mouth as your other hand massages my now-angry cock. Forcing that first little tear to leak from my japs-eye. A naughty twinkle in your eye as your little tongue flicks out to dry my tear. The angry purple head of my excited cock looks VERY naughty against the sweet pink of your tongue. "I WANT YOU!", I urge. "I want you to ride me Elizabeth!" That urgency in my voice almost startling me. "Straddle me my baby! Ride my hot cock and make us both cum!" With a little giggle you quickly slip my hot, hard shaft from your mouth and straddle me, your thighs warm alongside my hairy legs. Your fingers reach down to guide my angry cock towards your secret slit. Holding my helmet against your sweet pink. Teasing me again...... teasing me with that most secret and pleasure-giving slit. Stroking my hot, eager cock between your heated petals. "Oh God! Lizzy! Stop teasing me......" "FUCK ME MY DARLING!!!" I begged while grasping onto your hips. Everso slowly I slipped inside. You begin to ride me - slow then faster and faster... going deeper and deeper inside your warm inviting pussy. I reached up and began to squeeze your plump breasts once more. "Squeeze them harder babe harder" you groaned I kneaded those big, full tits. My finger-tips pressing into their softness. Soft in contrast to those angry nipples. I knew you were close to your orgasm and...... I knew I was close too. My legs tensed in the swirling water but I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. Your wild gyrations were gonna be too much for me Lizzy. Squeezing those big beautiful tits..... pushing them together...... your stiff nipples digging into the palms of my hands. My balls full and ready, twitched. I knew. That growl in my throat. That's it! I knew I'd lost that erotic battle in the surf! My cock jerked deep inside your pink slit as it splashed my hot, thick cream inside you as your squeal announced your orgasm. Your clenching pussy-muscles making me splash again. My balls emptying their load inside you. Oh Fuck! My hands mauling your tits as I jack another splash inside your cunt. Oh God! Again! My eyes clamped tightly shut as another squirt jets deep into you. That's it. Spent. Satisfied. Complete. My cock deep inside you as you continue to ride me for a few minutes longer, completing your own need..... your finger-nails scratching my chest as your hips grind down on me..... a whimper on your lips. "Oh Stan! YES! That was JUST what I needed!" You breathing as ragged as mine, you lean forward to kiss me, those big, wet tits, now marked with my greedy finger-prints crushed against my hairy chest as you kiss me. A clumsy post-coital kiss there in the surf. As that kiss breaks I hear you giggle' "Welcome to Australia!" An Encounter Like No Other Jayla entered the club and sensed he was there. She often wondered if he was real or just an unattainable hallucination. As her eyes scanned the smorgasbord of hard bodied specimens, Jayla mindlessly wandered to the dance floor. It was as though a silent force guided her there. She found the music was overpowering and began to move to the pulsating beat. Jayla abruptly stopped as though hitting an invisible wall and frantically searched the immediate area. Finally her torment ended as her eyes fell upon him. He sat at a table close to the dance floor. He was observing his surroundings when she first laid eyes on him. Jayla felt an amazing serge of power when she saw him. "My mate," she thought and almost forgot to breathe. He was just as he appeared in her dreams. The man had shoulder length brown hair, a tattoo of a scorpion on his left forearm and eyes like blue sapphires. He oozed confidence, and his face housed a set of lips that were made for kissing. Jayla longed for those lips to be on her naked flesh, but she had to be patient a little longer. Jayla wanted to look away, but she froze when those eyes turned on her. It was as though he was looking into the core of her soul. Jayla held his gaze, and he motioned for her to approach him. Jayla stood still. She felt a force invade her mind and she fought against it. Her mother had told her that he would come when the time was right but she neglected to mention he might be immortal. Now she knew, and so did he. Jayla was not human either. She was an immortal with a mixture of vampire and werewolf blood flowing through her veins. Jayla reveled in the look of surprise on his face when he realized whom he was trying to control. She smiled and with curiosity in his eyes, the man stood up. Jayla was very pleased that she found such a deliciously masculine mate. She suddenly became very nervous, as he approached her. Kaleb couldn't believe how breathtaking she was. His mate was petite at 5'2 with black hair and piercing green eyes. She had a smile that enflamed his soul and her large breasts complimented her muscular frame. Kaleb sensed her as soon as she entered the club, but he didn't know who she was until he felt the pull of her stare. When their eyes met, he felt a jolt that both surprised and intrigued him. And when Kaleb tried to push his own power onto her, she pushed back. Kaleb didn't know his mate would be a powerful immortal. He just knew she was out there waiting for him to find her, and tonight his search came to an end. Jayla just stood unmoving on the dance floor as Kaleb came to stop in front of her. Standing this close only encouraged his desire to posses her. "I didn't know such beauty and power could come in such a minute package. My dreams haven't done you justice. The live version is much more appealing," Kaleb said as his hand reached down to touch Jayla's cheek. A shock of electricity flowed through them. Both beings closed their eyes and enjoyed the feeling surging through them. Jayla was smiling up at him when Kaleb finally opened his eyes. She wanted to jump him right there and then, but she forced herself to step back from his touch. The electricity that passed between them almost knocked her to her knees, so she took this time to recover and admire his form more intimately. Jayla slowly moved her eyes over his body. Kaleb was 6'2 with broad shoulders, a wide chest and a slim waist. She also observed how the bulge in his jeans seamed to grow with her intense examination. Jayla smiled and licked her lips causing Kaleb to noticeably shiver. "My name is Jayla," she told him. "I am Kaleb," he responded with desire in his eyes. "I am honored to finally meet you. You have overrun my dreams since I was a young boy. And you mine as well," Jayla replied biting her lower lip. That one action sent his primal urges raging and all Kaleb wanted to do was ravish her. He had to use all his strength to stay in control. "Would you like to stay here or go somewhere more private to talk," Kaleb asked still staring at Jayla's full red lips. "I fear that if I am alone with you right now, there won't be much talking," Jayla responded shyly. Kaleb began to laugh. His laughter tugged at her heart and she had to remember to breathe yet again. "I agree with you," and he led her back to his table to talk. Jayla sat with her back to dance floor, and she was so distracted by Kaleb's eyes that she hadn't noticed the shift in the air. Even though it was slight, Kaleb felt it and knew another immortal was close by. He looked around nonchalantly and saw a pair of amber eyes intensely staring at them. After a few moments, Kaleb's eyes locked with those of the strangers. He began to shake and Jayla was suddenly jolted back to reality. Jayla knew something was wrong and got Kaleb to focus on her. She looked at him asking with her eyes what she could not form in words. Do you feel the influence of some unknown entity around us? Kaleb said yes with his mind, which compelled Jayla to stand and slowly turn around. Her eyes seemed to go directly to the source of the influence and the same pair of amber eyes that was once on Kaleb now captivated her. The dreams she'd been having since she was little suddenly flashed in her mind. Jayla didn't understand until she replayed the scenes more slowly in her head. She gasped and returned her gaze to the unfamiliar person who had quickly become familiar. The man grinned verifying what Jayla had discovered. Kaleb was not the only man that had been haunting her dreams since she was a little girl. Those amber eyes had stood in the background of every one of her dreams. Jayla stood unmoving, as those amber eyes never left hers. She couldn't look away as the night repeated and a beautiful masculine male approached her. He was two inches smaller than Kaleb but just as appealing. His amber eyes bore into her like hot molten flames, and she felt just as small when he stopped in front of her. Again she had to remember to breathe. Words seemed to come more quickly for the stranger and he said, "Hello, my name is Ian, and I believe you are my mate." With a shaky voice, Jayla responded, "My name is Jayla. I was told that my dreams would lead me to my mate but it never occurred to me that there would be two." At this point Kaleb walked over and stood beside Jayla ready to fight for her. Jayla's hand automatically reached for Kaleb's, and her contact calmed him down. They both stared at Ian as though they were telling him that it was his move. Not misreading their body language, Ian reached down and covered Jayla's lips with his own. Jayla immediately felt the heat surge through her body and an astounding power hummed above them. Kaleb felt the rush of power overtake his body as well and closed his eyes. When Ian pulled away, he noticed that both Jayla and Kaleb's eyes were glazed over and couldn't help but laugh. Jayla shook her head and instantly knew what Ian was. "OH MY GOD! Ian you're a werewolf." Ian nodded and things began to make sense. Jayla suggested the three of them needed to talk privately, so they headed to her apartment. On the drive over Jayla was excited at the possibilities of what was happening and what could happen between the three of them. Her pussy started to water and her heart quickened. "Keep it together Jay first explanations then fun," she said to herself. Ian, Kaleb and Jayla settled into her apartment and Jayla began to speak, "There is something both of you should know about me. It is the reason that a vampire and a werewolf can be my mate." Both men looked confused and Jayla took a deep breath and continued, "I am a rare breed in the immortal realm in that I am both vampire and werewolf. My mother is a vampire and my father a werewolf. I am not either or but both. That is the reason, I could push back on your mind Kaleb and from your kiss I sensed what you were Ian" "It only makes sense that I should have a vampire and a werewolf mate. It 's the only way that I can be complete and happy. Both bloodlines have to be satisfied. And it stands to reason that with the power that generates between us, we have a link. The question is can both of you get along?" But before either of them could answer, Jayla spoke again, "I don't know about you but since I tasted our power, I don't ever want to give it up. I have no doubt that there is room in my heart for both of you and because of my parentage, I know I have the strength to be with you both physically and mentally. Jayla paused briefly and asked, "So, what do you think?" Jayla could tell that both men were mulling things over and got a little scared of the increasing silence. Subsequently, they looked at each other then back at her. Kaleb spoke first, "I can only speak for myself but I know you are my soul mate Jayla and I will do anything to be with you and make you happy. I was ready to fight for you to the death, but when Ian kissed you, the energy that was exchanged eased my kill or be killed instinct. I realized that Ian belongs to both of us with both of us." Ian smiled and replied, "I feel the same way. I never thought I would feel an attraction to anyone other than my mate, but the bond between us changed everything. I felt the pull between not only you and I but Kaleb and I as well. The three of us belong together. Kaleb and Ian exchanged looks yet again then Ian continued, "You set the pace Jayla. We won't do anything that you don't want to do, because I know that hurting you is not an option for either of us." With that said, Jayla stood and walked over to the couch where both Ian and Kaleb sat. She stopped in front of them and uttered, "I am so glad that we all understand each other, but I am done talking. Now it's time to see what animals you truly are. And since you both already agreed to let me set the pace, I want both of you at the same time. Kaleb you get my virgin pussy and Ian you get my virgin ass." And with a mischievous grin Jayla proceeded to remove her shirt. Her voluptuous breast bounced in front of the two stunned men. "Are you game gentlemen?" Seconds after the words left Jayla's mouth, Kaleb and Ian pounced. Kaleb went straight for her lips at the same time as Ian began fondling her breasts. Kaleb's lips were cold yet strong and Ian's touch was fiery and soft. She had to quickly adjust to the conflicting temperatures or their embraces would have been the end of her. Kaleb's kiss sent shockwaves throughout her body as Ian took one of her erect nipples into his mouth. He lapped and swallowed the hardened pebble, and a growl formed deep within Jayla's throat. She wanted to be taken by these two extraordinary men to be able to release her beasts, but not in her living room. As a result, Jayla used her vigor to push the two potent males off of her. Kaleb and Ian looked at her with startled eyes until Jayla managed to say, "Lets go to my bedroom. We'll be more comfortable." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked down the hallway. Jayla stopped and motioned for them before walking through her bedroom door. A few moments later, she threw her jeans into the hallway. Jayla didn't even reach the number two before her two Adonises were in her bedroom. They found her on the bed wearing only a black-laced thong. With a sinful grin, Jayla said, "Since you made me wait, I think that you should undress each other." Ian and Kaleb looked at Jayla and she expected an argument but to her surprise they turned towards each other. As Kaleb looked at Ian, his voice entered his mind, "Hey Ian let's give her a real show." Ian smiled and Kaleb continued, "Do you mind if we explore this attraction we have for each other?" Again Ian smiled, and thought to himself, "Anything to please are mate and if we can have some of our own impulses fulfilled then so be it." This time it was Kaleb who smiled and they began to undress each other. Jayla watched her mates with bated breath and curiosity. Would they have the guts or were they just teasing her. Jayla got her answer as Kaleb had Ian bare chested first. He took one of his exposed nipples into his mouth and bit down. Ian took a deep breath relishing the sensation, but continued to relieve Kaleb of his shirt. But Kaleb's incessant assault on Ian's chiseled chest was driving him crazy. He couldn't take it any longer and grabbed Kaleb by the back of his head and pulled him up until his lips covered Kaleb's. The two men stood before Jayla waging a war of lips and tongues, and she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting. Her heart was pounding and her pussy soaked through her thong. Every hormone in Jayla's body was screaming at her to join them, but she continued to be the consummate observer proving her mental strength. But as they pulled away from their kiss, Jayla witnessed the most awe-inspiring site. Kaleb's eyes glowed a deep shade of cobalt and his fangs were protruding and Ian's eyes changed as well resembling the color of flames. It was as though they took a page from one of her darkest fantasies, and played it out specifically with her in mind. It sent an overwhelming desire throughout her being and she shifted on the bed. Kaleb and Ian turned and looked intensely at Jayla. She began to pant and Kaleb said, "I think our woman wants in on the fun, Ian. I don't think so, Ian responded. I think she needs a little more prodding. She isn't hot enough yet," and proceeded to alleviate Kaleb of his jeans and boxers. Jayla's eyes almost popped out of her head when she came face to face with an 8" cock with a 4" girth. Next Ian reached down, grabbed Kaleb's cock and began stroking it. Kaleb moaned, licking his fangs, which prompted Ian to howl. The striking scene sent Jayla into a tailspin and before they knew what was happening, Jayla was behind Ian stripping away his jeans and boxers. "I guess she's plenty hot now, huh Kaleb" Ian thought to himself and Kaleb just smirked. Jayla stood between her non-human cohorts and took a cock in each hand and began stroking them simultaneously. Then she leaned down and took Ian into her mouth. His cock was an inch longer than Kaleb's but not as thick. And like before in the club, an immense power surged throughout their bodies. Jayla embraced the power as she continued her oral molestation on Ian's swollen member. Ian almost lost control but willed himself to stay in check. Then she bestowed the same gratification on Kaleb with the same results. After attacking their fuck poles for about 10 minutes, Jayla led her two playmates to her bed. She pushed Kaleb down leaving his legs hanging over the edge of the mattress and positioned herself above him. Jayla turned to Ian and said, "You need to give me a few minutes with Kaleb. I am a virgin and I need to adjust to him before you can mount me." Ian shook his head in agreement as he watched this beautiful woman and equally beautiful man join together and begin mating. After several minutes of watching and waiting, the hunger became unbearable and Ian struggled to control his beast. Kaleb and Jayla both sensed his frustrations and Jayla motioned for him to position himself between Kaleb's legs. Using her mind, Jayla told Kaleb to lie still. Kaleb complied and she raised her round ass. Ian could smell her arousal and it was maddening. Ian did not need any further instructions because it was his beast that was now in control. Ian shifted into wolf form and lined up his cock with her puckered entrance. With one thrust, Ian was in Jayla's ass to the hilt. Jayla snarled at this invader, but she never tried to move away. After that Ian leaned forward and bit down hard on Jayla's shoulder. She cried out but again never tried to move away. Ian couldn't help but smile to himself because he knew only his true mate could take him in wolf form. Ian began moving in and out of Jayla's ass and as he found his rhythm, Kaleb began to pummel Jayla's pussy once again. Jayla was in pure ecstasy, and Kaleb thought she couldn't look more beautiful. As a result he pressed his mouth to hers. A blast of cold and hot intertwined as their tongues met in an erotic dance. Again, Jayla growled and she felt her beasts try to surface, but as before she held them at bay. When their lips separated, Jayla noticed Kaleb's eyes. Once again they were deep cobalt and his fangs were protruding. Kaleb betrayed by his own nature could no longer control the animal within. Jayla knew what he sought and let the scenario play itself out. Jayla turned her head as his dagger like teeth found their mark and the blood began to flow into his mouth. He hissed as the copper flavor raided his senses and satisfied his need. Jayla closed her eyes and gave into the phenomenon that was sweeping over her body and the most intense orgasm crashed over her. Jayla's body began to shake and she finally set her beasts free. Her eyes turned the deepest emerald, her fangs extended, and the howl that irrupted from deep inside her entire apartment. Kaleb stopped feeding and looked at Jayla. He knew she needed to sate her craving so he offered himself to her. Jayla sank her fangs into his wrist and Kaleb's blood quenched her thirst. A second orgasm ravaged her body before the first one ended. Jayla's vaginal walls tightened around Kaleb's cock like a vice grip sending him over the edge while her buttocks squeezed the sweet nectar from Ian's cock as he too exploded inside of her letting out a howl of his own. As normal breathing slowly began to take them over, Ian released Jayla's shoulder and resumed his human form. He joined Jayla and Kaleb on the bed almost to weak to move. "That...was...earth shattering," Kaleb barely murmured between breathes. Jayla and Ian could only manage a nod of agreement. What they craved now was sleep and with Ian on one side and Kaleb on the other, the three lovers got into a spooning position. But before they drifted off into the abyss, Jayla asked, "Which one of you lives the farthest away from town? As we found out, I am quite the screamer." They all laughed and finally allowed the sandman to claim them, knowing they had the rest of their lives to discuss their living arrangements...