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Happy Home

By: sujitha20



I am Sujitha aged 25 tall 5' 8", strong built weight 70 Kg. The excess weight is because of my height and bone strength and so my body is not very plump and structure is perfect... solid boobs and solid ass... my boobs are 34 D but have no sag when I am nude before the mirror the nipple look straight into the mirror. I am milky white in colour and I know my colour and structure is stunning the men. Nipples are also pink in color aureoles are brown and there is no black spot on my body. My tummy is flat and had a deep naval round in shape. My tummy was flat and toned, mainly because of my regular yoga practice and exercises. I was also very supple and flexible. I bend forward to touch my head to my knees and enjoyed the stretch of my spine, doing so.

 I am happily married to Varun for three years with no children yet. He is 26yrs very handsome 6'4" tall with curling black hair and his wheatish color skin is flawless. His facial features are stunningly sexy and many women are mad after him. His dressing is very nice and decent. Athletic body with 6 packs ABS, very attractive and smiling face. I fall in love with him as soon I saw him before marriage in our home when he came to see me. He is also flat and our marriage is fixed immediately.

  Our sex life is also very happy and he used to explore my puss very deep with his 9 inches dick which is 5 inches in girth at the base and 3 inches at the bulbous. He used my breast also well with his mouth and hands whenever we are alone his hands are always on my tits and he used to press and squeeze them nicely. In spite of his extensive mauling, my boobs did not sag because of my YOGA exercises. Varun used to stretch my cunt a lot with his huge and thick dick. But he always feels my puss very tight and always fumbles to enter cause of my pelvic exercises and yoga.

I wake up early at 4 am and do my yoga and exercises on the terrace up to 5 and come to my room to walk on walking machine for half an hour. Then I wake up Varun with a kiss on his dick and then we will have a nice fuck and then he will start his exercises on walking machine and weights as I take rest for an hour before starting the daily chores and cooking .

He, usually, comes home before 6PM and help me in house work and on that pretext he gropes my ass and boobs and describe me in many words. We will have one round in the kitchen before completing the cooking. We eat feeding each other and I have to sit on his lap and have to feed my tits also along with food.

After taking food We sit in the living room and watch TV for some time and he lay his head on my lap and used to play with my tits and I stretch my hand and play with his dick. I also grope the muscles on his chest. This goes on for two hours and we talk about the whole world. He used to comment on the models and female actors on TV and I comment on males. When the food settled in the stomach and when we are horny he lifts me up in his arms and carries me to the bed room and before sleep we have to have two rounds and then go to deep sleep.

He is working in a government audit office and earning a fat salary. He is getting promotions quickly as we belong to scheduled castes and he is next to the chief audit officer. The only unsatisfactory thing is that he used to tour for two or three days a week. If he gets another promotion he need not wander much.

I get bored for those days when he is on tour. When he is out of town it is a hell for me spend time. In the evening he used to ring phone and we continue sex chat for one or two hours. It would be another hell for me when the chat is over.

That day was Saturday and Varun is out of station and I am in the hell at night 10'o clock after the chat with Varun. He informed me that he was reaching home by early morning next day. I could not sleep up to 1 AM due to many thoughts. He is the first man who entered all my holes I used to suck him a lot in 69 positions and actually he is the only man who touched and kissed my puss for the first time.

Not that I am very pious and did not do any adventure in college life. My mind went into my college days as I could not sleep. By the time I turned 18; I had briefly dated a few guys, but couldn't really feel too attracted to them. I had a hyperactive imagination when it came to sex and I read about it voraciously. Every one looks at me as a princess because of my colour and attractive figure. Many eyebrows rose whenever my name is called for scholar ship but they conveniently forget it in order to make friendship with me, boys and girls alike. Varun told me his is the same case in his college days.

My colour and structure are unusual and rare in scheduled castes in India. Usually the standard color of scheduled castes is black. I got this color because of the severe oppression that has been inflicted on my fore fathers and mothers for more than five hundred years. The reason for the color, height and build which Varun and I have is one and same. Varun and I explored our families' history of our fore fathers and mothers for 100 years like the author of "ROOTS." Alex Haley. (The back ground history will be explained in another episode). Even today many our people are pale black and their height in gents is not more than 5' 6" or 5'8" in men and it is only 5'4" in women. 

When I am getting down the stairs of the college, many used to dash me with their shoulders on my chest. In the beginning I thought that it was accidental but after a while I under stood what pleasure they are getting and did not allow any one else to dash me till my marriage and my hubby is now dashing my tits 100 times a day in kitchen and dining room.

I used to flirt with many guys and never allowed them to strip me. I allowed them up to groping my tits and ass on my clothes. The only concession I gave to some of them is to allow them to push their hands in to my blouse and sari or T shirt and jeans mostly in theatres and parks. I never go to any ones room or secluded place and never take any risk. Don't come to a conclusion that I am rigid or averse to sex or not horny enough. The fact is that as read extensively about the oppression and so the upper caste boys even though attractive could not remove the feelings of mine. Unfortunately in our college there not even one SC student attractive. 

In theatres and parks the guys used to remove their pants and urged me to suck which I never did. But I used to stroke their dicks and squeeze them hard till they cum in my hand kerchief. No one complain or abuse me because they feel to have me in the next seat in the theatre a great fortune and every one treated me like a princess. After failed in dragging me to bed many of them proposed to marry me but I said "No, thanks." 

Same is the case with Varun in his college at Hyderabad but with vast variation. Unlike me he fucked many upper caste girls with vengeance. Many Brahman, Reddy and Kamma girls used to roam around him and flirt with him. He told all his scoops and chronicles with his girls. He never had or maintained any emotional bond or relation with them obviously for the reason I had. My dear hubby Varun is neither fugitive nor furtive and so we trust each other plenteously.

Many rich girls are after him longed to marry him because of his qualifications, masculine body and at the top of all, his massive organ. But as a policy he wanted to marry a SC girl and he told to his fortune I am so attractive and reiterated many a time the he would marry me even if I am short and black. He promised that after marriage he never touched any of them. All these thoughts and nostalgia stirred in my mind and I did not know when I slept. I did not wear any thing and covered with a rug as it is very cold.

I woke up at 4 am as usual but could not come out of bed as the mind and body are not in condition and I tried to sleep again and went into a dream. Varun has a key of the home and he entered without making a noise and I am in my dream. Varun suddenly dragged the rug and I shouted in fear and sat.

Oh! There stood the Greek warrior stark naked and stretched his arms inviting me to hug. My heart is still throbbing from the fear and I could not recover for a minute. When I realized what happened I stood on the bed yelled in joy and jumped on to Varun. He hugged my waist and could withstand my jump as my legs are around his waist very tight and I pulled his hair with both hands and kissed on his head. He held me tight on my ass with his hands and my tits are exactly before his face and my puss is radiating heat on his naval.

"You devil, you have spoilt a nice dream." I said in mock anger as I locked my legs on his ass and growled, "Ooooohhhhhhhhh"

"Whom are you dreaming about? My dear, imp." 

I shouted "You idiot! You left me in a hell for three days, my sweet bastard,"...and I kissed on his head and hugged his head with both my hands. 

"aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh," he moaned as he kissed between my boobs and slowly rubbed his face across my breasts.

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" I moaned as I felt Varun's rough beard grazing tender flesh of my mammary. I put my hand just below my left breast and slowly cupped it and rubbed against his rough beard for tickling sensation.

I put my other hand on my hubby's head and started directing it towards my breast. I lifted the left one up with my hand and gripping it in my fist and offered the nipple to my dear hubby and pushing his head to it.

"Suck" I murmured "Eat it. Bite it lightly."

"Yeeee! Your slutty titties are tasty, tasty." Varun took the offered nipple and licked it with his rough tongue. He bit lightly all over my left tit and coated it with his saliva and started pulling at it with teeth. I pulled that boob away and moved his head to the other milk-pot and spearing it aggressively into my hubby's mouth. My nipples lengthened and reddened and became engorged. 

"Mmmmmmch these melons are crying for me," he mumbled as he munched, "I want to eat them completely today, you, my sweet siren." He licked my teats and kissing all over the boobs. "Yeah, you are my Lucifer," I retorted.

I ran my fingers through his hair I took a deep breath inhaling his masculine fragrance off head. Then Varun flicked my nipples with the tip of his tongue, lathing them. Often he moved the tip of his tongue as if scratching the tip of my nipple.

"Oohhh," I released a shrill moan, as he is eating, biting, licking and sucking my mangoes in frenzy. 

"These globes," he muttered, "are challenging me every day. They are as they are three years ago," and snatched on mammary with his teeth. 

"Oh dear hubby," I skewed, and said, "They are as they are for you my dear fucker of devils." I brushed his hair with my fingers and pulled his head to change the breast he is munching on. 

All the while my dear hubby Varun is carrying whole of my weight on his hands holding my hips and I locked my legs on his back and hold his neck with both my hands. By now his monster is fully erect and touching my anus from below it is looking up. With one hand I hold his neck and flocked his head to my chest and with another hand lifted my tit to feed it to his mouth.

As my legs are balancing on his waist I elongated my free hand to his dick down under, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhoooooo," it was sizzling and I held it firmly and pulled it up and rubbed it on my ass cheeks.

"Hey, my dear, your rod is hot and ready to dig into my hole!" I said, kissing my dear hubby's head as he is feasting on the honey pots and he is biting the nipple once in a while.

My little baby is oozing a lot and I relaxed the knot of my legs a little and lowered my ass so my pussy reached the waiting burgeoning penis. His hands are fully loaded with my ass and carrying total of my weight. Now I held his neck with both my hands for balance and my pussy is hungrily waiting for the huge candy to sink in.

As I lowered down, our faces came even and my glistening, slobbered breasts, crushed to his chest. He brought his lips close to mine and locked them with his lips. His tongue slowly probed my mouth, and I met it with my own tongue. Varun started kissing me passionately. I kissed him right back and new thrills started coursing down my body as our tongues wrestled with each other.

Balancing my self with my hands, as he stood like flag pole holding my ass in position and the scorching shaft was ready to invade. I lifted my ass a little and crashed my bottom on to my dear hubby's cock. The monster entered my tight but lubricated hole with vigor.

"I am in heaven. You filled me," I wish to shout loud but I ended up moaning "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh oooooooohhhhhhhhhh," as our lips and tongues locked passionately. 

Now Varun moved his hands from my hips to my thighs so as to allow me to move like a cradle. Like a cradle I move my self on to his tool and back. The slurping sounds were made as I was having series of orgasms and the puss is leaking heavy amount of juices. The huge shaft is moving in and out as I cradle on his hands. Whenever, his monster is completely in me I tightened my cunt muscles and relaxed them when I was moving away. His blood filled member was twitching and jerking when it is in and touching the clit when its base ploughed in to the furrow of my vagina. This gave both of us the immense pleasure and our bodies shuddered. 

I always wonder of his strength to bear my weight and his staying power. I was bumping on his cock and his monstrous dick was having a hot, wet, bubbling cunt ride. More small orgasms rocked my body and I could not withstand any more. 

"mmmmmmmmm," after wild cradling I pulled the head of Varun from the lip-lock asked him, "Lets go to bed, dear."

"OK," he said, and moved to the bed and descended my body slowly on to the bed and my descending body yanked my loving hubby's rod downwards till it eventually slid out, with a plop sound and sprang up when released, smearing itself on my belly. Then as I slid further, it nestled between my breasts. My darling hubby held me by my armpits, and his junior is enjoying the luxuriating warmth of the valley of my mountains. My face was in his groin and the monster is between my melons.

I pressed my boobs with both my hands on to his cock which is so wet with my juices and his pre cum I started crushing my breasts over his dick and kissed the tip of the rod. I opened my lips and allowed the bulbous of hot rod to sink into the wet warm recess of my mouth. Varun put his hand on my head and fucked my face. I hold his dick with my hands at the bottom as I am licking and sucking at the bulbous head. My fingers could not cover the girth of his penis at base so I used both hands to control it and squeezing it and bobbing my head on his cock. I bit its head and poked the hole with my tongue and licked and bit it all the way through its length.

As he stood next to our bed, he turned me and lifted my legs over to his shoulders and made me upside down and both my thighs are on his shoulders and he hugged my ass and groping it and my honey pot is exactly in front of his mouth and he immediately clamped his mouth on my cunt and lick my cunt lips and inserted his tongue deep into the vagina. I stretched my legs wide in the air and rested my thighs over his shoulders.

"mmmmm , see how much heat your puss is fuming!!" Varun exclaimed, "See how your baby is crying!"

His tongue fluttered all over my sensitive genitals. His tongue slipped into my vent, feeling like a cock as it probed the depths of love-mine. His soft, full lips closed over my pussy lips, the small tiny goosy ones as he caressed my whole pussy with his mouth. His tongue is licking my clitoris and swirling around it and he is guzzling the nectar, my honey pot is oozing.

I struggled for balance in the upside down position and with my hands firmly on the bed and the one eyed monster was hovering on my face. I kissed his gigantic tool and peeled the skin back and poked the eye with my tongue. I swirled my tongue around the bulbous and licking the shaft all over its length. I bobbed my head and started fucking his dick with my mouth. 

We are in unusual 69 position in the air. The upside down position is called: "Seershasana" in yoga. Varun again took my weight on his shoulders and held my ass with both his hands spanking the ass cheeks and inserted two fingers in my anus. He buried his face in my vagina and clamped his mouth on my cunt lips and his tongue is exploiting deep in to my puss and his fingers are grubbing my asshole.

"ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh" I moaned I am in a heaven again. I am sucking his dick with slurping sounds and moving my dangling head vigorously to and fro as he is also jabbing his dick in to my mouth by moving his ass in unison with bobbing of my head. I am holding the base of his cock in both the palms and stroking it. The elbows are resting on the bed allowing the fierce lusty movement of my head. His balls are hitting my forehead when he thrust his shaft in to my mouth. His hips moving rhythmically with each thrust and I move my head and palms in corroboration with his thrusts.

My hubby was rotating his tongue in my throbbing puss as he is licking my honey pot and dried the nectar and now chewing the clit. The small lips at the clitoral head barely conceal my love button. When I'm excited, my clit spreads those little lips wide and looks like the bud. The full fleshy lips surrounding my slit are bright pink. Due to his vigorous licking sucking they have become red.

"Your little baby is blushing and her cheeks turn red from pink," muttered Varun.

"It's because of you, imp fucker." I mumbled. My love mound could not withstand the attack any more.

"oooooooooaaahhhhhhaiiiiammmmmmm I am cummmmmming," series of strong orgasms shuddered my body as I yelled loudly. I was licking, sucking, biting and fucking my hubby's incredible gigantic tool as much as I can and his body and the shaft have become stiff as he is nearing ejaculation. He let out a cry of pleasure and creamed in my sucking mouth. I continued to suck his tool until huge spurts of warm sperm flooded my mouth as I could not gulp all his juices, the spurts hit all over my face. His load was thick and salty, and warm. I guzzled as much as I can.

I fell on the bed as a branch from trunk and he fell on the bed as trunk and we lay down on bed for 10 minutes in resting position of Yoga. Positioning body, neck and head in straight line without pillow and positioning the legs and hands in 30 degrees from trunk, closing eyes and concentrating on breath is the resting ASANA in Yoga. It's a wonder that my dear hubby's tool will get limp only after second round or third round.

Before closing eyes I saw his prick was looking straight at the ceiling even after such magnificent orgasm and ejaculation his balls are not empty and his dick is not limp. After 10 minutes I opened eyes as hubby is cuddling me and his enormous penis was felt on my thigh fully erect and in full force. Hubby's mouth firmly clamped on mine I opened my mouth as his tongue invaded my mouth and slowly started moving around in my mouth. I am moaning as I felt his tongue licking on my own tongue.

As he kissed me hard, Varun's hands were slowly roaming on my body. Varun had started with his hands rested firmly on my ass. His hands were gently massaging and started moving from my ass to my breasts. I moaned softly in my dear hubby's mouth as his hands groping my boobs and then finally taking firm control of my melons. Varun firmly pressed and squeezed my boobs as I moan out in his mouth, but he didn't let go of my tits and kept pumping them hard. He knows well that my intention is also that.

Hubby stopped for a moment and broke the kiss as I caught my breath. I was panting heavily and my boobs were heaving. My husband always kisses me with so much passion. Varun slowly moved downwards and finally his mouth settled once again on my boobs. I wrapped both my hands warmly around his neck and slowly helped my dear hubby in feasting on my large mangoes. I felt a tingle passing through my body as I felt Varun's warm and wet mouth clamping on my breast. He held both the melons firmly in each hand and sucking the right mammary and I caught hold of his hair and switched his mouth from right to left boob as he is squeezing and kneading both the tits.


Happy Home



Varun likes to fuck in horse style which is little different from doggy style. I used to stand on my legs, stretched and straight and bend back at my knees and slowly rest my palms on the floor and bend the elbows a little. The position looks like a horse standing on its four legs. The only difference is that the head turned upward unlike horse. Actually in Yoga position one has to bend back and bring the palms near the ankles so that one will look like a "CHAKRA," the zero. We invented a deviation from this "CHAKRASAN" and are using it for our fuck session. Either I or he would bend back and rest on palms and ankle and the trunk is in air like a horse but unlike horse the trunk will look upwards.

Varun used to stand between my legs and pump into puss and he would have view and access to my buttocks and tits at a time he used to grope the butt a lot while standing between my legs and spank the ass and also squeeze the jiggling boobs by bending a little. I like his pumping in this position but the action on my part will be nil except thrusting the crotch up a little. So I prefer it the least. I like the missionary position very much because I can look into his eyes to see the pleasure he is getting and I can squeeze or pinch his butt or chest as I like and some times pull his head to my chest for sucking or for lip locking. Some times I sit on the edge of the cot spreading my legs wide and he stood and takes my legs to his sides and thump into my cunt with his huge dick. I like this position also very much because there is a lot of scope for my action and involvement. 

Varun preferred another position that day which is called as "MAYURASAN" (peacock position) in Yoga. Both of us got down the bed and I put my palms on the edge of the bed and bent the hands and brought the elbows beneath stomach and lifted my whole body, on the palms, into air. Head to toes every part is in air. I raised my head and chest up and stretched my legs in 60 degrees in the air. Whole weight of the body is on elbows and palms. 

Varun adjusted between my stretched legs standing behind and took my legs on to his sides and I locked my legs on his back and Varun adjusted his body so that his gigantic cock is right between my thighs.

"It's very tight in this position," Varun said while rubbing his bulbous head on my cunt lips and clitoris.

"Yeah, but it's great!" I replied waiting for the onslaught of massive shaft.

Streaks of my juices were flowing across my thighs down to my stomach as the thighs were high. My pussy was absolutely soaked. Varun's huge cock touched my cunt lips and then he slowly entered my cunt which was floating in the air. I groaned loudly as Varun grabbed my ass firmly and spanked it while he was injecting his blood filled organ through my love mound. He also growled as he felt the soft, hot and wet pussey giving way for his prick. Once he entered fully he kept it there and started convulsing his rod inside my puss and I twitched my cunt muscles to give pressure on his shaft. 

I couldn't move, but I was twisting and turning crotch as I felt Varun's shaft was touching the new places in my cunt in this angle and it was almost touching the base of my cunt. Varun slowly started moving in and out of my cunt and fucked me with slow and deep thrusts. He stroked me with his cock, altering his rhythm and the depth of his plunges. My dripping pussy gripped his full length, as his actions coaxed another climax out of me. I whimpered and cried out as I came on his cock.

The lubrication, because of the flood of my love juices, reduced the friction and so I used my cunt muscles to squeeze his extended cock with my juicy slit. He began fucking me with deep, splitting thrusts, plunging steeply in and out of my mound, his hips moving rhythmically with each thrust, his buttocks flexing and his prick is twitching in my cunt and giving shudders in my body. The piston is moving to and fro, jabbing in and out between my heaving thighs. I was slowly licking my lips and biting them as I started moving my own hips backward to meet Varun's deep thrusts.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmeeeeeuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh" different sounds are coming out and I am howling at the top of my voice. My dear hubby is also groaning and growling a lot and the room is filled with the wild noises.

"I love your cunt my dear slut, it's challenging every time to enter mmmooooo," Varun moaned. 

"oooooohhhhhhhhh my dear demon I love your Dick each time its digging like iron rod," I cried out. Even after such fierce stretching of my cunt, I am sure I can train my muscles so that its difficult to insert even a pencil.

Now Varun had removed his hands from my buttocks and placed them on my tits bending a little on my back. As he fucked me hard, he was also mauling my tits roughly and biting and kissing on my back. My lovely fair tits were getting red now as Varun was kneading and pinching them hard. I have to balance on two hands and meet the force of brutal thrusts of Varun from behind.

Now Varun's thrusts had increased very much and I was meeting his thrusts furiously. Each time his cock went in I am pushing back. My thighs were rubbing against his sides and were getting red with all the friction. Now I was feeling as if I was in heaven. Varun's pace had quickened very much now.

I cried out loudly, "Oh Varun, please fuck me harder jaan. Please fuck me harder." My breasts were jiggling wildly and I was crying out loudly as I felt multiple orgasms inside my love pot.

Now Varun was also panting as he fucked my cunt furiously. Just as I thought Varun would never stop, his body stiffened and he cried out loudly, "ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh darling, your sluttish pot made me pass out."

He started filling my puss with huge spurts of his load with the effort of all his muscles and both of us are moaning at the top of our voices. His load spewing deep inside me set off my 'n' th climax. The warmth of his sperm and the speed of the jets made my body shudder.

I resumed from "mayurasan" and slowly fell on bed as he also fell beside me and we slept for an hour. I woke up and went into kitchen to prepare break fast Varun also came behind me on a pretext to help me in cleaning vessels and in cooking. Both of us are nude and his hands are groping my tits or ass and his dick is again ready and looking up. I put a dish on the gas-stow and put some tea also. Before the tea boils Varun's dick was auguring into my ass as he hugged me tight from behind. His hands were on my tits kneading as I kissed him back.

I filtered the tea and pour it in two cups and gave one to him. I turned back facing him while sipping tea. He took tea cup in one hand and my tit in one hand and dipped my nipple into his cup. 

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh" I moaned. Immediately he took my tit into his mouth and licked the tea from it. I took his cock and dipped in my tea and sucked his dick with tea.

While playing like this we completed tea and the break fast was ready and we shifted to dining table. As he sat on a chair I sat across his lap and started feeding him. My dear hubby munched my tits and nips as I fed them along with the break fast. 

Before we had completed the breakfast his tool was ready like flag-pole and was almost entering my ass. As soon as we finish I bumped on him and pushed my ass down and Varun's hungry cock pierced into my ass. His hands took over my breasts immediately as I kissed him back and moving up and down in sitting position. He was crushing my boobs and nibbling my ears. He fucked my ass on the dining table and we retired to bed room and after taking a good nap he fucked me in horse style and we spent the whole Sunday as fuck-day happily

We both have healthy bodies well settled financially and leading a happy life. Suddenly my sweet home has become a house of debauchery. What's the reason? Is it our greedy-ness or is it destiny?

I shall narrate in next episodes... Dear readers evaluate my story and feed me back with your!!!!!! 



SUJJI'S STATUTORY WARNING:- mmmmmmmmmmmmmmch dear readers for your safety I warn you not to try any of the angles Varun and I are doing daily. The persons who can do yoga asanas without pain and fatigue, and practicing yoga for at least two years can only experiment such positions. It will be dangerous to fuck in such positions because if you feel pain in the middle of the intercourse and if you fell, your bones will break. Of course the warning is from my statute but it must be respected... LOL bye ... take care ...



Happy Homecoming



"I can't wait to get my hands on you!" she wrote. "I'll have a few surprises waiting when you get home." He smiled to himself as he logged off the computer. He was looking forward to getting home and getting back to Naked Saturdays and whatever surprises she had in mind. She was good with surprises. Ever since the first one -- a set of bondage restraints nicely packaged in a little silver box all tied up with ribbons left in his cubicle -- only a few weeks after they met, he knew whatever she had in mind, it would be fun. 

It had been a long four months away and she had kept him rigid at his computer with her erotic email fantasies. He knew when he met her that she was probably a little kinky, (and after the first surprise... maybe a lot kinky) but while he was gone he discovered she was an accomplished writer of all sorts of erotica and she started sending him stories by request. Masturbation, public sex, threesomes, lesbian sex, oral sex, hot, dirty, urgent sex... he learned a lot about what she liked and how and he couldn't wait to get back home and put that knowledge to use. 

He threw the last of his toiletries into his carry on and headed to the airport, glad to be on his way home but not looking forward to the long flights ahead of him. He thought of the discussions they'd had about traveling together and how she wanted to sit next to him on a long flight and tease him mercilessly until he couldn't stand it anymore before sucking his cock at 40,000 feet somewhere over the Atlantic. Oh what he wouldn't give for one of those sheltered little pods in first class where she could easily slip down in front of him and the other passengers wouldn't see her head bobbing in his lap as she coaxed the hot cum from his balls with her tongue...

He had promised to return the favor and find a secluded spot in an empty gate at the airport, standing behind her and pretending to look out at the panoramic view of the tarmac below as he carefully lifted the back of her dress and slid inside her, holding her against the window, making her feel even the slightest movements of his cock as he rocked his body to hers, slowly fucking her from behind.

Oh yes. He couldn't wait to get home. 

Sitting at his gate waiting to board, he held his bag in his lap to disguise the obvious bulge in his pants as he thought about what his surprise might be. In the stories and emails she sent him, she described hot scenes... how she liked to get herself all worked up in the shower, soaping herself up and sliding her hands over her body... enjoying the feel of her wet skin and the slickness of the soap, massaging her breasts and reaching down to stroke her clit, bringing herself to orgasm with her fingers. And how she'd slide naked in between her crisp sheets and fuck herself with her favorite vibrator, cumming over and over again as she fantasized about him. Or how she would have liked to have wandered into his room in Iraq by mistake only to spend the night (and most of the morning) with his hard cock inside of her, fucking her every possible way before letting her sneak back to her own room for a few hours' sleep before work. 

He fantasized about spending the night with her and a friend, fucking her hard and pulling his throbbing cock out of her tight pussy just in time to cum all over her stomach and watching her friend lick it off slowly and then kiss her deeply, letting her taste it. He couldn't get the image out of his head and once again he wracked his brain thinking of any women he knew that might be up for that kind of fun that he could introduce her too and wondering if she had anyone in mind herself. 

As the loudspeaker announced his flight was ready to board, he tried to compose himself and managed to get his erection to calm down a little before he had to stand up when his row was called. Finding his seat, he settled in and put on his headphones. Slowly the rest of the passengers took their seats and by the time they closed the cabin door, the seats next to him and around his row were still blissfully empty. Relishing his good fortune and relative privacy, he waited until they reached cruising altitude and dimmed the cabin lights before he reached into the seat pocket and took out his book. He took out the pages he had folded inside and re-read the story she had sent, chapter by chapter, getting harder and harder with each paragraph. Unable to resist, he lightly stroked his cock through his pants, feeling a small damp spot where the pre-cum had moistened the tip. 

He thought about her note just a few days ago, when she mentioned the new toys she'd purchased. He told her how hot he thought it would be to watch her play and he cursed the total lack of privacy around the phones the whole time he had been gone. He had wanted to call and listen at least, since he couldn't watch. 

Little did he know, she had been fantasizing about many of the same things... 

The anticipation of the last week had nearly killed her. She had gotten used to her Satisfying Saturdays as she called them. The routine they had settled into before he left - drinks on Friday followed by lots of hot sex all night and into Saturday morning -- was anything but...well... 'routine' and she had become addicted. Despite her exhaustive travel schedule, long hours at work, and other efforts to keep herself busy, she sorely missed the feeling of his body pressed to hers and his rigid cock filling her. She missed the feel of his hands and mouth on her body. She missed the dirty things he'd whisper in her ear in a bar, surrounded by friends and coworkers who didn't know what they were up to... and the even dirtier things he said later as he held her down and drove himself deeper and deeper into her. 

Four months was a long time to be without a fix, and she was forced to satisfy herself with toys and lots of erotic email chats. (They were some great toys, but there was still nothing like the feeling of his bare skin against hers, the weight of his body as he held her where he wanted her and fucked her brains out.) As the end of his assignment neared, her excitement and anticipation grew. For the last few days she couldn't stop thinking about having him back in her bed again... and in her body. 

After a particularly bad day at work, she decided she needed to relax and relieve some stress and she decided to spend some time and money on quality retail therapy -- buying new sex toys online. Despite the office frustrations, she was constantly horny in anticipation of his return and she even splurged on two day shipping, unwilling to wait any longer. (Oh if only the week would hurry up or if HE could just come back via next day air!) 

When she arrived home and found the box on her doorstep, she started to get wet immediately. It was like Christmas, only better -- more orgasms and no relatives! Hurrying inside, she tore open the box and smiled, knowing it was going to be a good night. 

She quickly showered and went about setting the mood. She silenced her phone, lit a candle for just enough light, and selected one of her favorite 'in the mood' playlists from her iPod in the stereo. Untucking the sheets, she slipped the nylon strap under her mattress and adjusted the tethers at each corner. She carefully cut open the plastic packaging and washed her new toys, laying them on the bed within arms reach. 

Wearing only her favorite loose black satin robe, she lay on the bed, positioning herself and securing the straps around her ankles. Pulling the straps, she adjusted the length until they had just the right amount of tension. When she was satisfied, she carefully reached over to secure her left hand as well. Feeling the tension of her bonds, her excitement grew and her nipples stood out against the smooth satin as she surveyed her new toys and tried to decide what she wanted to try first. 

Wondering if it would live up to the hype, she decided to try the new rabbit-style vibrator. Closing her eyes, she slowly slid the toy up and down her slit, imaging him watching, urging her along. She was so turned on she didn't even reach for her lube as she slid the vibrator inside and turned it on the lowest setting. Enjoying the smooth sensation, she turned it up and turned on the second vibrator that rested directly against her clit. Almost instantly she felt her orgasm start to explode and her body tensed against the straps that held her. She cried out and in seconds she was scrambling to turn it off as she just couldn't take it anymore. That was obviously not a toy for beginners! As the spasms subsided, she slowly withdrew it, relishing the feel of the soft, smooth silicone sliding out. She nearly came again just from the feeling. Placing it on her nightstand, she lay back and relaxed, letting her body calm down, waiting for her breathing to return to normal.

When she thought she was calm enough not to cum as soon as she started, she reached for her next toy. It was a small, egg-shaped vibrator designed to be inserted, with a small looped rubberized cord to remove it. At least, it looked like just a cord. In reality, it was a wireless antenna. The small remote looked almost like a keychain with a single button and a tiny red LED indicator. She recalled a comment he made months ago about how much he'd enjoy a toy like that -- one that would be invisible under clothes, that he could control in any number of outside situations. While she knew such a thing was impossible at work, the idea had intrigued her and the more she thought of all of the other possibilities, the more turned on she got. 

She smiled as she placed the smooth little egg inside her. It was a different size and shape than she was used to and she took a minute to get used to the feeling. With only one button, instructions weren't really necessary and she took a deep breath to relax and pressed the button. There were ten different settings of various speeds intensities, and patterns and she tried them all, one at a time, beginning with the very lowest occasional vibration. Her body writhing and pulling at her restraints, she came twice before she even got to the last option and hurriedly kept pressing the button until it stopped. Releasing her grip on the remote, she had no choice but to lie with the egg still in place while her body trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasms. She was utterly unable to master the motor skills required to do anything else. 

Lying there with her eyes closed and her heart pounding, she thought about how much fun she was going to have with this particular toy when he got home. She thought of getting ready to go out and sliding it inside her just before she left and giving him the remote. He'd have to do a few test runs to see what she could take, but once he had proven his skill and judgment, she was confident she would thoroughly enjoy his teasing. She decided she would need to come up with some kind of signal if there were other people around to let him know that she couldn't take anymore. She was pretty sure that without a pre-arranged exit strategy, she might well get so turned on she would just climb into his lap in the middle of the bar or wherever they were and she had always hoped she'd be slightly more discreet than that. 

"Dear god though!" she said aloud to no one, "It was a fantastic purchase. I can't wait until he gets home and I can test his remote skills!"

Still smiling and enjoying the sensation of having it inside her, she relaxed and just rested. She had never had so many intense orgasms in such a short amount of time. All of the new sensations were a bit overwhelming. Sure that it must just be her body still coming down, she ignored the first tiny vibration she felt. It wasn't until the second, slightly stronger one that she opened her eyes. 

Standing over her, holding the remote, was Mark. Ecstatic, she tried to grab him and pull him toward her but failed as she remembered her restraints. While she had been out of it, he managed to secure her other hand as well and she was able to move only slightly in any direction. 

"Where did you come from?!?!" she squealed. 

"Shhh. No talking," he replied as he pressed the button again and increased the sensation. 

"Ohhhhh..." she moaned as he bent down and licked her nipple. 

Obviously he had been watching her for some time and had been paying attention as he quickly skipped through a few settings and settled on one that had given her a terrific orgasm earlier. He climbed onto the bed with her, kissing her deeply as she started slipping over the edge again. 

"Oh god! Turn it off! I can't take any more!" she pleaded.

"How about this?" he asked as he clicked back to the lowest occasional setting. 

"Mmmhmmm... thanks" she whispered, still jumping at even that barest of stimulation. 

"If you think you can move without kicking me, I'll untie your legs," he said.

"Mmmmmm... in another minute," she cautioned. "I can't make that guarantee at the moment."

He paused and then unfastened the velcro at each ankle. "Now roll over," he commanded. "Just let your wrists cross."

Unable to resist even his voice, she complied and felt him refastening her ankles and loosening the straps a bit. 

"Now we're going to have some fun," he whispered. 

"Oh?" she asked dreamily. "And what was going on up until now then?"

"Fore play," he answered. "Now bend your knees."

Smiling, she did as he asked. Reaching into her nightstand drawer, he found her stash of condoms and lube. 

"We haven't used them in months and you're starting again now?" she asked.

"We haven't done this before," he replied, putting on a condom and applying a generous amount of the lube. "I'm going to go slow. If you need me to go even slower, let me know."

He positioned his hard cock against her asshole and began to apply steady pressure, encouraging her to relax. Little by little, he worked his way in, his cock slowly disappearing into her hot, tight ass. To help her relax and not focus on the unfamiliar pressure, he turned the intensity of the vibe up a notch. Steeling himself not to cum yet, he continued slowly sliding his cock into her virgin ass. 

"Ooooo..." she sighed.

"Good oooo or go slower oooo?" he asked.

"Both."

He backed off just a little and changed the setting on the vibe, going back to one of her favorites. Clenching his teeth, he stopped moving entirely as he felt her orgasm building. Just as she began to tumble over the edge, he pushed, sinking balls-deep into her ass. As she bucked and moaned and pulled against the straps that held her in place, he began to thrust into her, faster and faster, pumping her ass with his throbbing cock. Between the vibration of the toy and the spasms of her whole body and all her pelvic muscles, he couldn't hold out for long and he grabbed her hips, pulling her towards him as he thrust hard and deep into her, losing control as he came. 

Clicking off the vibe at her pleading, he slowly and carefully pulled out and disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up a bit. He came back with a warm wash cloth and wiped the sweat from her body as he undid the restraints. 

"Wow," she whispered. "That was pretty unforgettable."

"Yeah. I never would have lasted that long if I hadn't already cum on the plane and once while I was standing there watching you." he smiled. 

"Enjoyed the show for a while, did you?" she asked.

"You bet!"

"How on earth did you get in?" she asked. "I didn't even expect you back for two more days! ...Not that I'm complaining at all!!!"

"I managed to catch an earlier flight. I thought I'd surprise you. I called, but you didn't answer your phone so I just came by and your door wasn't locked."

She grinned sheepishly. "Hmmm. Yeah, I guess I was kind of excited when I saw the box and I guess I forgot to lock the door behind me ...and I turned off my ringers."

"Well I'm glad you did. I wouldn't have missed that for the world." he whispered, kissing her lightly.

"Well if you think that was something, wait till you see what else I got!"

....to be continued...



Happy Honeymoon Ch. 1



It was supposed to be the happiest period of my life and in a way I suppose it was.

A honeymoon in Jamaica with my beautiful wife and when I say beautiful, I mean beautiful. A 22 year old vision, blonde, 5'10" with a figure that guaranteed men having to take a cold shower, 36/24/34.

Kate and I had been going steady for a couple of years before deciding to get married and we agreed as our relationship developed that we wouldn't live together until after we were married. This meant that our sex life was not as frantic as might have been experienced by those sharing a home but at least whenever the opportunity for sex did arise we made the most of it and boy was it good! Nothing too adventurous - mostly missionary position but the occasional blow job (but she would not let me cum in her mouth) and wanking. She did enjoy me going down on her while playing with her tits and quite honestly I enjoyed the taste of her and the way her nipples stood up and her fanny being thrust into my face as her orgasm shook her body.

We decided that the honeymoon was to be memorable which is why we chose Jamaica. The flight from Heathrow was a long one and by the time we got to our honeymoon island the sun was just starting to appear on the horizon but we were ready to drop. Even our fabulous surroundings failed to perk us up sufficiently enough and all we wanted to do was get to our bungalow and crash out.

Jimmy the Jamaican bellboy carried our luggage ahead of us as we cut through the manicured gardens to bungalow 27. His Jamaican twang welcoming us to the resort, pointing out various recreational areas but most of what he was saying we could hardly understand or because we were so tired it just didn't register. When he opened the bungalow door he dropped the luggage on the floor, I gave him a tip and he left with the words (which I won't try to put into Jamaican) "anything I can do...anything, then just ask for me." With that he closed the door and was off.

Kate turned to me and said, "Ray, I know it's our honeymoon and we should be doing the things that every newly married couple does but I'm so beat I don't think I would enjoy sex at this moment and I'm sure this would only spoil it for you as well." 

I just laughed and said, "Don't let it bother you, all I want to do is have a few hours sleep then I'll as right as rain. Then we can really get down to married life." I gave her a knowing wink. I quickly undressed while Kate was in the bathroom and when she came back in to the room in only her bra and panties I knew that I had to be the luckiest man on earth. Rather than get in to the bed she lay on the top and I lay beside her. She was quickly asleep and just before my own lids finally closed I sensed a shadow quickly passing across my eyeline but in the next instant was sound asleep.

When I awoke it was after 10pm. Kate was sitting on the sofa reading a leaflet. "What are you reading darling?" I asked. 

She turned round to me and said "There's a welcome party being held at 11pm on the island in the middle of the lake. Food and drinks laid on."

"Sounds good," I said, "let's grab a shower and we'll see what's going on." She grabbed the shower first and I quickly followed. By the time I got out Kate had dried her blonde flowing hair and was fastening the last of the buttons on the front of her pink dress, which showed off her golden tan to perfection. She looked fabulous. I kissed her neck as she put on her necklace and told her I loved her deeply. She smiled a smile of all's happy with the world, kissed me full on the lips and told me she loved me too and then a curt "Now go and get ready or we'll miss the show" 

When we arrived at the party it was in full swing and as we looked around for somewhere to sit, Jimmy the bellboy came running across to show us to a table on the edge of the dance floor. He brought us food and cocktails. He also brought across another Jamaican character who turned out to be Brian and he was our barkeep for the night.

The highlight of the entertainment was a performance by a limbo dancer called Jerome who continually ducked under a bar until it was only 6 inches from the ground. As the bar got lower he had to thrust his hips further under the bar and seeing as he was wearing very tight fitting trousers, cut off below his knees, he was clearly advertising what he had between his legs. This wasn't lost on Kate, who by now was very merry from the numerous cocktails provided by Brian, and she kept whispering in my ear "Do you think his cock is as big as it looks or has he got a rolled up towel down there?" However each time he limboed her eyes were drawn to the tell tale bulge!

At about 2am. the fun and entertainment had finished and all the other guests had disappeared to the rooms. Jimmy and Brian joined Kate and I at the table and we were having a chat when Kate suddenly decided she wanted to try to limbo. Brian and Jimmy set the bar about 4 feet from the ground and Kate, despite having had too much to drink, managed to get under it, but only just. She told the two Jamaicans to lower the bar which they did. This time as Kate tried to get underneath she lost her balance and fell backwards her dress finishing up around her knees. Everyone laughed at her efforts but none more than Jerome who appeared from around the corner of the bar.

"To be a good limbo dancer" he said "you need the special limbo juice." Brian bring two specials for our guests." Brian brought the drinks which we duly devoured. "Now then beautiful lady" said Jerome "put your arms around the back of Brian and Jimmy and you two boys hug the lady tight around the waist so she won't fall." Kate and the 2 Jamaicans then proceeded to hop under the bar in limbo fashion. Again Kate lost her balance but this time when she fell backwards she took the other two with her and amid all the laughing there were now three bodies lying on the floor with Kate's arms trapped under the bodies of the others.

Jerome then knelt in front of Kate as if he was going to help her up but instead he spoke to her in a quiet voice and said, "The drink that you and your husband have just had was very special. You, my beautiful lady, are now mine whenever I want you. You will carry out any instructions that you are given by me, Jimmy or Brian. We will use you for our pleasure while you are on the island. Any time, any place, with anyone we chose. You will not remember what you have been doing or have been asked to do but you will participate fully and enthusiastically with any instruction you are given. While you won't remember anything, your husband will and it will be up to him to decide if he tells you what has been happening." Now then beautiful lady, I've watched you looking at my cock bulge all night so now let us all see what you've got hidden under those clothes before I fuck you. I know your husband hasn't fucked you since you arrived in the hotel so that pussy of yours must now be ready for filling."

Jerome then started to unfasten the buttons on Kate's dress starting at the neck. Even if she was able to struggle she couldn't because her arms were still pinned behind Brian and Jimmy. As each button was loosened more of Kate's beautiful body was on show and I could see the lust in the eyes of the Jamaicans. To be honest the sight of my wife's lovely tits and the effect it was having on these men was making my own cock stand to attention.

When all the buttons had been loosened Jerome pulled the dress open revealing Kate's lace bra and panties. "My, my," said Jerome "don't those titties look ready for chewing boys," as he began to squeeze Kate's tits through her bra. His hands were squeezing them in such a way that his fingers always finished on the ends of her nipples stretching them until they were poking through the fine bra material. While he was doing this Kate's tongue was licking across her lips and she was clearly turned on by what was being done to her. 

Jerome then put his hands under her bra and pushed it upwards to reveal her tits to everyone. He then sucked and chewed at each nipple until they were hard and standing up at least half an inch. He then started to run his tongue down Kate's stomach until he reached the edge of her lace panties. By this time Kate's breathing was a lot faster and I knew from experience she wasn't going to put up any kind of a fight. Jerome knew this too and told Brian and Jimmy to enjoy themselves with Kate's tits. Two hungry mouths needed no second invitation. Jerome told Kate to lift her hips and as she did so her panties were pulled off her to reveal the blonde hair on her cunt. Her fanny lips were dark against the blondeness of her fanny hair and the wetness glistening on her pubic hair was a clear indication of Kate's excitement. 

Jerome then pulled her fanny lips apart with his thumbs exposing the luscious pinkness of Kate's ripe fanny. He then lowered his head and started licking along her crack nibbling her clitoris. Kate was now thrashing around pushing her fanny right into Jerome's face making sure his nose also entered the abyss. He removed his face and replaced his tongue with first one, then 2 and then three fingers sawing them in and out. "Let her go now boys" he said to his colleagues "get your cocks out and let this lovely lady have her first look at Jamaican quality." Jimmy and Brian quickly got on to their knees and loosened their trousers so that Kate could see their manhoods. Kate's eyes moved from one groin to the other and when the cocks were displayed her eyes widened as each man revealed a weapon which was not only about 8 inches long but fat. "Why don't you boys let the lovely lady suck on those and let her feel your balls" Jerome said. Brian and Jimmy moved closer to Kate's face until she could get her lips around the magnificent specimens. She sucked on both and squeezed the plum sized balls.

Jerome in the meantime had removed his fingers from her fanny and had released his own penis from the tight trousers. His magnificent tool eclipsed those of his colleagues being roughly 10 inches but as fat as a coke bottle. While Kate was sucking the other cocks he proceeded to shuffle forwards and put the large bulbous head of his tool into Kate's wet fanny. As the head of the cock entered her sucking momentarily stopped. As more of the shaft was fed into her she resumed her sucking but at a faster rate.

Jerome now had all of his cock embedded into her luscious cunt and was fucking her with a magnetic rhythm. After a couple of minutes he withdrew his prick and lay on his back his enormous cock sticking up in the air. "Climb on this lovely lady" he said which Kate duly did. As she impaled herself on his weapon she gasped again "Oh it's beautiful" she uttered, as she slipped down on the full length. "Lean forward and kiss me" he ordered, and Kate put her hand either side of his head lowered her head and kissed his thick Jamaican lips. As their kiss broke he said to Brian "I think the position is about right, get it in." Brian moved behind Kate opened her arse cheeks wiped some of her fanny juice around the hole and along his cock and proceeded to shove his cock up her arsehole. Kate's back arched temporarily, she had never been subjected to anything like this before. Brian pushed his cock further and further into the receptive hole. Once he had it all the way in then he and Jerome started fucking my wife together. 

"Don't be shy Ray. Why don't you and Jimmy let your beautiful wife suck your cocks. I don't think there's any more room inside" he said laughing "but I'm sure Kate is willing to try." Like someone in a trance I took my rock hard cock out of my trousers and let Kate take both mine and Jimmy's into her mouth.

After a few minutes Brian started pumping faster and with a huge thrust deposited his semen in my wife's arsehole. The sight of this brought my own climax to a head and I shot my cum into Kate's mouth and across her face. I was quickly followed by Jimmy who after his initial cum burst proceeded to spray his semen into Kate's face and hair. Jerome's actions too got faster and faster until he too climaxed inside Kate.

Kate lay there panting. She must have climaxed four or five times. The Jamaicans stood up and told Kate to lick them clean which she did in turn.

"Now remember," said Jerome. "When we tell you we need you, you will come no matter what you are doing be it day or night. Get dressed and get to you bed. Ray I think you need to consummate your marriage." With that the three Jamaicans laughed, turned away and headed back to the hotel.

I helped a smiling Kate to get dressed and we returned to our bungalow. I didn't fuck her that night because she soon fell asleep. I was left with my thoughts. When would they call for Kate again... I wouldn't have too wait long. I also decided not to tell her what had happened.



Happy Honeymoon Ch. 2



Not unexpectedly Kate and I slept late the next morning. When I opened my eyes Kate was wandering around, when she saw me she smiled "I'm sorry about having too much to drink last night but the way my fanny feels this morning you must have had a good time." I just smiled back, obviously the antics with Jerome, Brian and Jimmy had not registered with Kate. I decided not to say anything. 

There was a knock at the bungalow door. Kate slipped her dressing gown on before opening to see who was there. Jimmy resplendent in his bellboy outfit, breakfast tray in hand stood there. "Good morning lovely people. I thought you could use some breakfast before going to the pool. You sure deserve feeding" looking at Kate, "after the entertainment you provided last night".

"What do you mean" asked Kate. I shifted uncomfortably, was he going to let the cat out of the bag.

"The way you danced to the music" said Jimmy, "and the way you made everybody laugh trying to do the limbo, it was great fun." I relaxed.

"Oh my goodness," said Kate, "I hope I didn't make a fool of myself." 

"Quite the opposite," Jimmy replied. "You were the life and soul of the party, the centre of attention, wasn't she, Ray?" 

"Yes," was all I could reply.

"Now you good folks eat your breakfast and get down to the pool. Things are quiet most people are away on a tour. See you later" and he turned and was gone.

A half hour later we were at the pool and just like Jimmy said it was very quiet. There was a couple away from us at the far end and on the opposite side a man lying reading a book. We lay down and started to enjoy the rays.

After about fifteen minutes a familiar voice greeted us, Brian the barkeep. "Hello, how are we today. Did you sleep well after last nights fun?" 

"Yes thanks," said Kate giving me a smiling sideways glance and squeezing my hand.

"Good," said Brian "because I need you." Kate's smile never faded but somehow I knew the message had registered in her subconscious. "That guy opposite thinks you have a beautiful face and wants it on the end of his cock! When he leaves he wants you to follow him to his bungalow; number 88. In the meantime Ray why don't you get Kate ready, get her in the mood, give the guy a show... I'm sure you will enjoy that. Start by getting her bikini top off!" With that he was away.

Kate lay back to soak up more sun. My mouth was dry when I suggested to Kate that she could be getting too much sun and should I put some lotion on her. "Yes please" she said and I started to spread the lotion over her shoulders and down her arms.

"I don't want to mark your bikini," I said. "Do you want to take it off?" Normally public exhibition would be the last thing Kate would agree to but surprisingly she reached behind her loosened the clasp and let the top fall from her luscious breasts. I felt my cock getting harder.

"Just lie back while I rub the lotion on you," and I started to massage the liquid into her skin concentrating very much on massaging Kate's tits, squeezing them, pulling them, flattening them. Rubbing the palms of my hands across her nipples until they were hard, fat and sticking up like soldiers on parade. Kate was oohing and aahing, licking her lips and pushing her beautiful globes from the sides so that more of them received attention from my hands. "Oh Ray" she said "that feels so good."

I looked across at the guy on the other side of the pool whose gaze was now firmly fixed on Kate lying there. My hands moved down across her flat stomach and across her rib cage. Slowly but surely my fingers were moving towards that most intimate area below her bikini pants. Little by little my fingers progressed below the elastic waist and as my fingers moved down, a bit more of the bikini bottom was lowered until the golden fuzz of her love nest started to appear.

I quickly slipped a finger into her crack and while doing so her bikini bottoms were pushed right down giving the guy opposite a perfect view of my wife's beautiful cunt. What the hell was I doing showing my wife off to a complete stranger? Was I mad? I didn't care and clearly neither did Kate who was by now thoroughly wet.

The sound of a sun lounger being pushed back interrupted my thinking and there was the guy going back to his bungalow. Kate put her top back on and together we followed the stranger to his bungalow.

When we reached Number 88 the door was open and in we walked. The guy from the pool was standing with three drinks in his hand. "Hi, I'm Brad. Hope you like rum and coke." And he offered us the drinks.

"You're such a lucky man" he said, "such a beautiful wife. I hear she can really give a man one hell of a blowjob. Why don't you come over here beside me Kate and help me get more comfortable." Kate finished off her drink and walked over to the bed where the American was sitting.

She dropped to her knees in between his legs and proceeded to slowly pull down his swimming shorts. As she pulled down his shorts the end of his bulbous cock was starting to peek through his foreskin. By the time his shorts were removed completely his cock end was fully emerged, large and red and pointing directly at the ceiling.

"Why don't you see how much you can get in that pretty mouth of yours" he said and Kate started slowly swallowing the shaft. Her head sank down on the swollen shaft and then back up again. Each time her head was sinking lower and when she came back up again the slimy trail of her saliva mixed with his pre-cum shone in the sunlight.

While Kate's head went up and down her hands were busy fondling and squeezing two massive plum shaped balls. Occasionally her tongue would lick up and down the shaft and she would take each of the American's balls in her mouth letting her tongue lick the heavy sac.

The American's hips were starting to thrust up as Kate swallowed his weapon. The hands on his balls were evidently building his spunk levels up ready to spray his cum. Brad's hands gripped the back of Kate's head pushing her head so that more of his cock was feeding the back of her throat. As her mouth went down on his cock the firmer he pulled her head towards him.

"Ray, why don't you get that camera and take a few shots for the family album", Brad said laughingly. Like a man in a dream I focused the camera and snapped away. The camera caught the ten inch cock completely disappearing into my wife's mouth until Brad's cock hairs were rubbing against her face.

Kate's movement up and down the cock were getting faster and Brad's thrusts were getting deeper and deeper. Her teeth nibbled the sensitive area behind Brad's cock head. As she nibbled and sucked it was clear that he was about to shoot his load. A few seconds later his hips arched, his head fell back and he started shooting his cum into Kate's mouth. She continued sucking getting every last drop of his salty cum into her mouth. She couldn't swallow all his massive load and the cum was trickling out of her mouth, running down her chin.

After a few seconds it was all over. Brad's now limp cock slipped out of Kate's mouth after she gave it a final suck to drain the last of his spunk. Brad looked at Kate's face and proceeded to wipe the dregs of his overspilt spunk on his finger which he then stuck in Kate's mouth for her to lick clean. 

"Was that OK?" Kate asked. 

"Beautiful" he said, "but the next time I think your fanny will come in very useful. Now why don't you see yourselves out, I'm feeling rather tired."



Happy Hooker



Several years ago, my job took me to a small town in southwest Texas. The name is not important. Small may be too large a word for this town. Downtown was just a memory for the most part with most of the old storefronts boarded up and for sale. The only things keeping it alive were the two major highways that crossed south of town and the only bar for fifty miles.

Red's Saloon was the only place for a beer, the place with a short bar along one wall, a few scattered tables, a jukebox, and a pair of pool tables. It was run down to be nice but the beer was cold and the music loud. The thing that caught my attention most was the bartenders and waitresses. All of them were very good-looking young ladies to say the least.

I was working seven twelve's, seven AM to seven PM. By the time, I cleaned up and got to the bar, it was eight thirty to nine o'clock. Most of the local good old boys and ranch hands were already gone home. A few of the oil field hands and the hard drinkers were all that were left. Most of them were hanging around the pool tables.

Moving to the far end of the bar, I took a seat on the stool next to the gate from behind the bar. The bartender came over to take my order. Watching her walk toward me was a great pleasure, tall and slender, in her late twenties or early thirties. Long dark brown hair framed a heart shaped face with large brown eyes and a small mouth with full lips.

The thin mans western shirt she wore had the sleeves torn off at the shoulder and was knotted just below her breasts. There were no buttons on the shirt and her hard nipples were clearly outlined by the thin material as they rolled under the fabric.

A pair of cut off Levies looked painted on. The snap at the top of the zipper was undone and the zipper latch was the only thing keeping them closed. The Levies had been cut off about three inches higher at the hips than in the middle and there wasn't but about an inch of middle there.

Leaning her elbows on her side of the bar made the shirt open more and allowed me an excellent view of her breasts. They were smaller than I had first thought but were high, firm, and pointed. The nipples were set high and pointed upwards.

"Now that you're through taking in the view what do you want to drink." She asked with a chuckle.

I pulled my eyes up to her face to see a smile and grinned myself. "The view is quite beautiful, almost as good as the sunsets around here. I'll take a Bud in a bottle for now."

She cocked her head slightly to the side and grinned. "I like a man who knows what he likes and wants," she said as she turned to walk to the beer box. Bending over to fish a beer out of the box gave me a view of about four inches of her lovely ass hanging out of the jeans.

"This view ain't bad either," I said softly.

She looked over her shoulder as she opened the bottle and laughed. "You're not shy are you?"

"Nope, being shy has never been one of my problems. It's usually the other way round." I answered.

She was grinning as she sat the beer in front of me. "The beer's a buck and a half, the floor show is free, of course tips are appreciated and necessary for me to make a living."

I passed her a five and said, "The beer's reasonable, the floor show is worth more than the price of admission, and I usually tip at the end of the night," I finished with a grin.

"I bet you would and could, given the opportunity," she said with a laugh and then turned to the cash register.

As she laid my change on the bar, she asked, "You must be new around here? At least I've never seen you."

"I got into town yesterday. This is my first night out. My names Ed, what do they call you?"

She grinned and looked toward the pool table. "Ed, that's short, sweet, and quick. I don't think it fits you, not at all," she said over her shoulder with a soft chuckle.

Leaning on her right elbow and turned toward the other end of the bar, the top of the shirt gapped open again affording me a clear and complete view of her left breast. The tip was hard and pointy, as thick as the end of my little finger. The dark circle supporting it was puffy and soft looking. The rest was an even dark tan. Visions of her nude sun bathing flashed through my mind.

I chuckled as I asked, "Does everyone get the same floor show, or am I getting the special?"

She looked back at me than followed my gaze to the open shirt. With a smile, she answered, "I'm very, very picky about who I put on a show for. Most of the guys that come in here just leer and try to grab. I don't like that at all. For some reason I feel you're different, that I'd have to ask before you'd make a physical advance."

I'd brought my eyes back up to her face and studied it as she talked. There was something there just out of sight, a knowledge like an old friend one hadn't seen for tens of years.

She continued, "When you walked in I figured you for mid to late thirties. As I watched you take in the people and the place, and then walk over here and sit down, I got the impression of caution and experience. Then as we've talked, there's the self-assurance and casual flirtation that only comes with age and experience. Now I figure early forty's and a gentleman to boot, someone I can tease and let my little streak of exhibitionism show through too. What else can I say but I love to show off and tag you're it." She finished with a laugh.

I chuckled along with her and then asked, "From what life and time do we know each other? I can't remember but I know it was good."

Her smile disappeared as she looked at me sharply. After a short pause, she replied, "You feel it too. It was a very long time ago is all I can say."

To change the subject I asked, "I don't see any tan lines so I assume you've found a place to sun bath nude? And I can't remember any nudist areas around here."

She laughed. "Nice job of changing the subject. Yes, I've found a great place to get naked and wander around. There was an old park down river from here that's been abandoned for many years. The bridge into the area washed out and never replaced. I might just show you where it is if you're off during the day sometimes."

I grinned and then said, "That means that I'll need to know how to contact you other than here."

Her smile was back as she replied, "I guess it does, doesn't it. I'll write down the telephone number and address for you. If you're a good boy I might even let you give me a ride home." The last said over her shoulder as she headed for the other end of the bar to serve one of the pool players.

About that time, a group of three couples came in and she came out from behind the bar to take their order. I noted as she went by that the shorts were now buttoned and the knot in the shirt was pulled down to close the front.

Another group came in and she stayed busy until she called last call at a quarter to twelve. I'd had four beers and still had half of the last one so I declined. At twelve, she turned on the house lights and turned off the jukebox. Most everyone either stood up or were hurriedly trying to finish their beer.

She moved through the crowd picking up empty bottles or taking the nearly empties. People started to file out as I took one last sip and slid the bottle to the back edge of the bar. I stood up with the intention to say goodnight as she came by with a double hand full of bottles.

Before I opened my mouth, she said, "Hey, sit yourself back down, I still need a ride home. Anyway I ain't seen that tip yet."

As she cleared the end of the bar, she found the ten-dollar bill under the beer bottle. "Oops," was all she said.

Instead, I turned and went into the men's room. When I finished, I checked the stall, blocked open the door, and turned out the light. Everyone was gone by the time I got back to my stool.

The bartender glanced at the men's room door and said, "You've been around after closing before, I see."

"I've owned or managed clubs in the past. Old habits and all that."

She nodded and said, "Then you know how to stack chairs while I ring out the register?"

I chuckled and answered, "Had a little practice from time to time. How's the pay here?"

Now she chuckled. "I thought you were helping out an old friend. Anyway they already have a swamper here and the pay sucks."

"That could be interesting," I said softly to myself.

"I heard that. You're closing in on being a dirty old man," she said with a laugh.

"I'm just working on the age, I've got the rest down pat." I replied as I stacked the chairs on the tabletops.

Since the stools had arms I left them on the floor but pulled them away from the bar a couple of feet. By the time I finished, she was through with the money and left the register open. After putting the bank bag away, she returned to the end of the bar with a jacket and a large purse.

"Give me a hand checking the ladies room," she said.

Entering the ladies room, she pushed open the door to the first stall, then the door to the second. Turning around she held the door open with her elbow as she unsnapped, then unzipped the cut offs. Wiggling her hips, she slipped them down to her knees and sat down. Her sex was clean-shaven, except for a little V of hair at the top of the slit.

Lowering the shorts to her ankles, she spread her knees and looked up at me with a grin. "Ladies have to pee also but I've never tried it with an audience before."

It took her several moments to get started but pee she did. Then she wiped and patted herself dry. With a mischievous grin, she stood up. I took a quick step forward and took her in my arms, and then kissed her long and completely, allowing my hands to roam freely over her lower back and warm smooth ass cheeks.

When I stepped back, she just looked at me for a few seconds, then bent and retrieved her shorts. Instead of pulling them up, she took them off. With a grin, she waved me out the door as she followed, turning off the light and propping the door open.

I moved back toward the bar and took a seat on a stool. I watched her walk slowly toward me as she untied the knot in her shirt. Slowly she opened it and then slipped it off her shoulders. She tossed both garments on the bar and stood completely nude in front of me. Slowly she did a complete turn, raising her arms over her head.

I let my eyes wander over her completely tanned body. Stepping forward, she lowered her arms to rest them over my shoulders and around my neck. I spread my knees farther apart and gathered her into my arms for another long kiss. Now my hands explored her body from the back of her neck to the crease at the base of her spine.

As I ran a finger lightly up the crack between her cheeks, she shivered slightly. I moved my hands to the sides of her hips and ran them up slowly to cup the sides of her warm breasts, then back down to her thighs.

Slowly she broke the kiss and stepped back. After a long slow exhale, she said, "I'm not sure whose teasing whom. Or for that matter, why I'm standing here totally nude in front of someone I've only known for a couple of hours. Everything I've done since and including the bathroom are completely out of character for me."

She took a deep breath and went on, "I'm not complaining, just wondering whose power has control and why. Strangely enough I want to climb up on the bar and let you fuck my brains out but I know I can't because the boss will show up over here shortly to lock up."

Turning slowly with a shake of her head, she moved to the end of the bar and opened her bag. She took an off white sundress out and slipped it on, hurriedly buttoning the front. She removed a hairbrush and placed the jeans and shirt inside. She stood brushing her hair as the back door squeaked, opened, and an older gray-headed man walk in.

"Hi boss, I'm ready to call it a night," she said slightly too loud. "I've got a ride home, so you're off the hook," she continued in a softer voice.

He looked at me for a long moment and then at her. "I see," was all he said.

She picked up her jacket and bag and took hold of my arm as she headed toward the back door. Halfway there the old man called out, "Trish, I need you here by four tomorrow. Julie has no baby sitter after that. Any problems with that?"

"No boss, I'll see you at four," she said as she ushered me out the door.

Once out the door and around to the side of the building she grabbed me and pressed me against the wall in a passionate and frenzied kiss. Her body pressed against mine as though she were trying to get inside my skin. I returned the kiss just as passionately. The sound of the back door opening and closing broke the kiss. Trish just clung to me for another long moment before backing away and putting her finger to her lips.

After another moment, she moved to peek around the corner of the building back the way we had come. I stepped over her bag and jacket, easing up behind her to reach around and cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. She bent slightly at the waist pressing her ass against me. I softly massaged the firm cones, feeling the rock hard nipples slid across my palms. She let out a soft hissing breath and rotated her butt against me. I heard the sound of a door closing softly.

Trish stood up and leaned back against me as I continued to squeeze and caress her breasts. "My that feels good. You sure know what a woman likes. Not too hard a grip on the breast and a light touch on the very ends of the nipples. You have potential."

She paused to make a purring sound in the back of her throat. "The boss went home and I need to do the same, I'm sorry to say."

Her left hand slipped up between her ass and the growing bulge in the front of my Levies. With a light squeeze, she asked, "Well, what do we have here? I'm glad to see that you're not a perfect gentlemen." With another light squeeze and a soft rub, she stepped away from me.

She stooped to pick up her belongings and headed for the front parking lot. As there was only one vehicle in the lot, it wasn't hard to figure out what I drove. I opened the passenger door for her. She dropped her bag and jacket onto the seat and ran her hand over my bulge again. With a little smile and a shake of her head, she got into the truck.

I joined her, backed the truck around, pulled up to the edge of the street, and then sat looking at her. For a second she had a puzzled look and then laughed. "I guess you need directions, don't you. I feel like I've know you for so long that you should already know where I live." She paused and then said, "Lets take the long way around if you're not in a hurry."

"Sounds fine to me, so which way?" I asked still looking over at her.

She was sitting with her left leg up on the seat and her back was slightly toward the door. The hem of the little sundress was high up on her thighs. She was slowly unbuttoning the dress down to her waist.

"Take a right and then a left just past the city limits sign."

When I was headed east on the narrow county road, Trish moved over closer to me and shrugged out of the top half of the dress. Even though I was not driving near the speed limit, I slowed farther, dividing my attention between the road and Trish's hands as they caressed her flat stomach and slowly moved up over and around her breasts.

As she played with her breasts, her eyes never left me. She would alternately milk the cones from the base to the tip then pinch and twist the hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

Her breathing was getting more ragged and harsh as I crossed a narrow one-lane bridge. She glanced out the window and sighed. "At the top of the hill is a road to the right. Turn there and it's a short ways before you reach a barricade, I'll show you the way around it."

When I stopped, Trish opened her door and got out. Stepping out of the dress, she tossed it back in on the seat and turned to walk to the end of the barrier. There was a cable hooked to an eyebolt in a post to the right. When she wiggled the bolt it came lose, she dropped it to the ground and then waved me forward. When I was through, she replaced the bolt and returned to the truck.

Standing in the door of the truck, she tilted her head and looked at me. "A tad over dressed aren't you? That is compared to me anyway." She finished with a chuckle.

I can take a hint if I'm hit on the head with it. Opening my door, I stepped out and removed my shirt, tossing it on top of her dress. I turned and opened the workbox on the side of my truck and removed a pair of sandals similar to the ones she wore. Removing my boots and socks, I dropped them into the workbox, soon to be followed by my jeans.

Now dressed the same way she was I asked, "Is this better?"

Her eyes fell to my stiff manhood as I removed the Levies and more or less remained there. As I stood across the truck seat from her, my shaft was standing up almost against my belly, the head an inch, or so above my belly button. I squeezed my ass cheeks and made it twitch several times, Trish licked her lips and looked up at my face and grinned.

"It does tricks or does it have a mind of it's own?" she asked with a laugh.

"Both," I answered. "How much farther are we going?"

With a smile, she answered, "All the way." Then after a short pause, "To the next barrier at the old bridge." she finished with a laugh. "Shall we go?"

We got into the truck and I proceeded. Trish moved over beside me and rested he hand on my thigh, just inches from my swollen member. She dropped the other hand into her lap and lightly rubbed the small V of hair above her sex.

I placed my right hand on her thigh and slowly stroked the soft skin from her knee to her hand. Her knees opened wider as my fingers moved slowly up and down and over toward the inside of her thigh.

Rounding a short turn, I stopped at the barricade and killed the motor. In the headlights and moonlight, I could see the remains of an old bridge. As I snapped the lights off, I let my little finger graze the outer lips of Trish's sex. She gave a little jump and her breath hissed between her teeth.

Slowly she moved across the seat to the door and got out, closing the door behind her. I exited on my side and walked to the wooden bars that blocked the road. Placing my left foot on the bottom rail, I leaned over the top one and looked down at the river twenty feet below. There was a set of concrete steps leading down to the water at the right of the bridge.

Trish was starting down the steps slowly and I moved to catch up. On the landing about half way down, Trish stopped suddenly and turned around. I stopped as fast as I could but not quite fast enough. My stiff pole slapped her on the left nipple.

She looked at the offending member and the up at me with a grin. Leaning slightly, she ran the tip of her tongue around the flared head several times before sucking just the tip into her mouth. I groaned at the warm wet feeling as her tongue swirled around and round the head of my dick. My knees sagged slightly and I placed my hands on her shoulders to balance myself.

She straightened, releasing the head of my shaft, turned and went on down the steps. I followed more slowly. The moon was bright enough to see well but my head was a bit wobbly. The last landing was only two steps above the water. Trish took two more steps and was knee deep in the river.

She turned and looked up at me. "I had thought about wading across the river but the water is fairly cool and the air when we got out would be cold."

I sat down on the steps above the landing and leaned back on my elbows. Trish waded back up onto the landing and walked over to stand in front of me with a smile on her face. Moving up one, two, then three steps, she stood with a foot on each side of my waist. Slowly she squatted down then stood back up and moved two steps higher. Squatting down again her sex was right above my face.




Happy Hooker



Never one to need a second invitation, I extended my tongue and licked both puffy outer lips from bottom to top and back again. I sucked and nibbled on first one then the other. Moving my head back slightly I was greeted by the sight of the outer lips opening and the lighter colored inner lips uncurling.

To help them along, I turned my head slightly and sucked those tender morsels between my lips. They were large and thin, slick and sweet with her juice. I sucked and softly chewed one and then the other.

Leaning back again, I paused just a second bringing my hands up to cup her ass cheeks. She moved her hips slightly forward as I applied my tongue to the hot wet opening at the base of her pussy. Her hips moved again to spear my tongue deeper. I was very willing to oblige. I ran my tongue in as far as it would go and swirled it around, returning what she had done to me earlier.

My tongue moved out to revolve around the wet opening and slowly moved up the crease toward her clit. As I brushed the nub with the edge of my tongue, I moved in a circle around it and back down her slit. Her hips gave a little jerk as my tongue made contact with her clit. Moving lower, I gently brushed the tip of my tongue across the pucker opening of her anus. This brought another jerk and a slight gasp.

Moving lower again I licked lightly from her anus to her clit, that brought a quickening of breathe so I paused and did it again. She was getting wetter and her clit was swelling up out of its little cover. I continued to do this until she moaned softly. Moving back to her opening, I swirled my tongue in and out slowly in time with the rocking of her hips.

When there was a louder moan, I slipped my tongue up her slit to flick then suck on her clit. She exploded with a load groan and a shuddering of her hips and thighs. Sticking my tongue back up inside her I could feel the muscles tightening and loosening, She was hotter and wetter than before if that is possible.

As her orgasm subsided, she leaned forward, steadying herself with her arms and hands. Easing her hips up slightly she moved her feet back down the steps until she could sit on my lap. The contact of her hot wet slit on my ridged manhood caused it to twitch and jump. This just wedged it deeper in between the slippery folds of her sex.

Sitting up straighter she placed her hands on my chest and said, "Please, don't move like that, I'm close to getting off again and it's too soon. I couldn't handle it."

"I'm not doing it on purpose. As I said earlier, sometimes it has a mind of it's own. It likes the feel of you pressed hot and wet against it and so do I." I replied with a smile and then I licked my lips.

She grinned down at me and said, "Boy, do you and you're damn good at it too. Who was the lucky lady who trained you, I'd like to send her a thank you card."

"Hey, I'm a gentleman, I don't lick and tell. Anyway, it was a long time ago; I was probably around eighteen or so. You might say she brought out my homosexual tendencies."

I paused for a moment. "Yep, I had to come out of the closet when I found out I was a lesbian."

Trish laughed which moved her hot sex against me slightly. She stiffened the said, "I can believe that. What else did she teach you, I wonder."

"Only time will tell darlin'. Only time will tell," I answered as I shifted my hips slightly from side to side as I caused my manhood to jerk and jump in the confines of her slit.

Trish stiffened again and rose up off me. Moving back to stand on the landing, she said, "You naughty boy, I guess I'll have to punish you for that."

Using her hands, she pressed my knees farther apart and knelt between them. Leaning forward, she started licking my shaft from the base at my balls to the V at the tip. After five or six strokes of her tongue, she had covered most, if not the entire top half of my dick.

Looking up at me, she said, "Funny, this part of you tastes just like me, I wonder why?"

Before I could answer, she lifted my shaft with her hand and swallowed the head and another three or four inches. Her tongue pressing on the bottom of the shaft pressed the top of the head against the roof of her mouth. Slowly her hot sucking mouth moved up and down taking a little more of me each time. I was not the only one who was well versed in the art of oral sex. By the time her lips reached her fingers I was well on my way to blasting off.

Sensing this, she removed her mouth and ran her tongue lightly over the flared ridge below the head and the head itself. It was almost painfully pleasurable. When my hips rose up of their own accord, she sucked me back into her mouth and bobbed her head with increased speed and pressure, her tongue swirling and dancing.

It only took a few minutes of this for me to explode into her mouth. As she continued to suck and swallow, it felt like my backbone and brain went out with the orgasmic squirts. I was drained.

As my senses cleared, I realized Trish was still kneeling between my legs and licking gentle on my slowly softening member. When she saw my eyes focus, she said with a pouting expression, "I think I broke it."

I had to laugh at her expression and tone of voice, like a little girl who had pulled the head off her favorite toy doll. "I don't think so, as a matter of fact it hasn't felt this good in a very long time. You just took the stuffing out for a little while."

Now it was her turn to chuckle as she planted a kiss on the tip of my dick and released it. "Yeah and tasty stuffing at that, much better than Mama used to make, more creamy." She finished with a laugh as she stood up.

"Think you can climb these stairs or will you have to crawl up them?" she asked with a grin.

"Right now it would have to be crawl. Didn't you hear the crunch of bone as my spine popped out of my body?"

"I wondered what that chewy stuff was mixed in with all that cream," she said and chuckled.

"Nope, the chewy part was my brain. The backbone you swallowed whole. Sit down and let me rest a minute, woman. You gals are all alike. You get what you want then it's back to work for us guys. Slave drivers, that's what you all are."

Sitting down next to me, she said, "Yeah and you guys just love it. Ok, if you're going to be a wuss about it, I'll give you a break. Anyway, I've got my tummy full and could use the time myself." Leaning over she gave me a short kiss on the lips.

We sat on the steps watching the stars and listening to the soft sounds of the breeze and the night. I had slipped my arm around her shoulder and she had her head resting against my chest. All was at peace with the world.

Trish gave a slight shiver. I took this as a sign she was cold and asked, "Ready to make the climb? I'm rested now and you must be cold?"

"No, I'm not cold, I'm just thinking of all the things that are missing in my life and all the things I've missed over the years." She paused then went on. "Bartender is my second job. You might say my main employment is in the world's oldest profession. No, I'm not working tonight; this is my night off and my night out."

She paused and sighed. "You were just a lucky find; someone I took a liking to and someone who didn't know me. I guess you could say I used you for a little fantasy and pleasure. The reason I'm telling you is, I don't want you to get to attached or do something foolish like fall in love. It would be nice but it'll never happen. I wanted you to know, to be straight with you."

I took a long moment before I said anything. "I thank you for that, it could be very easy to fall for a lady like you. As for your line of work, a person has to do what they have to do, sometimes. It's tough to make a living anywhere and everywhere these days. As far as you using me, anytime and anyplace, I'm pretty understanding and sure enough of myself to be able to handle most anything." I kissed the top of her head.

She sighed and said, "Ain't that the truth."

After a long pause, she continued as she stood up, "Nice dreams are good to have but lets try the steps shall we?" Turning she started up the steps.

Standing up I answered, "I'm right behind you and quite a nice behind I might add." Her ass was several feet above my head, which made for a great view.

Taking two quick steps, I ran my nose and tongue up the crack between her cheeks. She jumped and laughed. I matched pace with her keeping her ass at eye level. The sight of her swaying rear was just too much of a temptation. I placed my hands on her hips and stopped her.

Holding one hip, I placed my hand at the top of her back and pressed forward. She took the hint and bent over placing her hands on the steps above. Using my hands, I pressed on the inside of her thighs until she spread her feet wider apart.

Kneeling behind her, I had a beautiful view of her from clit to asshole. Using my tongue I probed and teased her tight annul pucker while caressing and kneading her smooth tight buns. My tongue swirled around in her hot opening as my nose grazed the sensitive ring of her anus.

She squirmed and hissed. "Damn, what a talent and imaginative too."

I decided not to try to talk with my mouth full of the delicate inner lips I was sucking and nibbling. Her taste was sweet and musky, better this time than the last. As I licked her slit and returned to the hot and now very wet center of her passion, she groaned and slowly sank to her knees. I looked up to see her lower her head to her hands then I dove back into her tasty treat working slowly toward her clit.

As I brushed my tongue lightly over it, she shivered and said softly, "Oh, yes, you're definitely a lesbian."

I slowly worked my tongue up and down her slit, lightly brushing her clit each time. Her breathing was growing more ragged and harsh. I realized that my manhood was once again raising its head between my legs. I continued to lick and tease Trish, paying more and more attention to the sensitive hard nub of her clit.

A shiver and a loud moan marked the beginning of her orgasm. Quickly I stood up, centered the head of my now fully hard shaft against her opening, and pressed it forward. It slipped forward into the tight searing wet heat of her jerking vagina.

The moan turned into a louder groan as she wiggled hard back against me. I held still for several seconds with my hips pressed tightly against her ass cheeks, my manhood fully embedded.

When she moved forward slightly, I started a long, slow in and out motion. She moaned again and wiggled her butt in a small circle. I slowly increased the speed of my strokes but kept them as long as possible. Soon I was slapping Trish's ass with my hips at a good rate as her moan turned into a persisting growl. I could feel my own orgasm building quickly.

I slowed trying to match mine to hers. "Don't! Don't stop! I'm going to come again!" she said harshly.

I sped back up and shortened the stroke. She groaned and said sharply, "Yes, oh yes."

She slammed her ass back against me, nearly knocking me over. I slammed hard into her for four, then five strokes as the pressure built up and the hot semen raced from my shaft. I rammed all the way in and ground my hips tightly against her. She was grinding and humping back.

*****

Slowly our passion subsided. I slowly moved my manhood back and forth inside her, loving the feel of her sex as it nibbled and grasped at the slowly softening shaft. When it was too soft to move, I slowly withdrew.

Trish stayed where she was for several moments as I stood watching her. I could see her opening pulse and slowly close. Finally she rocked back on her heels and moved to sit down on a step, I sat beside her and placed my arm around her shoulder pulling her head against my chest. She wrapped her arms around me and snuggled up.

We sat that way for a long time. Finally, she asked softly, almost to herself, "Do dreams come true?"

After a while, I answered, "I think so, if we let them. Sometimes it's a matter of hard work or just being in the right place at the right time. Mostly though, it's a matter of letting ourselves believe they can, almost daring them too."

Softer yet she asked, "Would you think I was crazy if I said I think I love you? I know I would and do. I'm a hardheaded working girl. I don't fall in love, especially with a guy I have only known for such a very short period of time. I feel that somehow time has nothing to do with it. That we've known each other forever and a day, for several lifetimes."

"No, I don't think you are crazy. Wild yes, but not crazy."

I paused for a moment to reflect. "As for love, I think I feel the same way."

Again, I paused and looked up. "For an answer to the last part, about our knowing each other, look at the moon for your answer."

Trish shifted her head and looked up. She gave a sharp gasp as she saw the halo around the full moon. She stared for a moment then sat back and looked at me sharply.

"What do you know about halo moons? Or for that matter, how do you know they have any significance for me? Who are you that you know so much about me?" She asked hastily.

For an answer I just smiled, and then grinned. Her slight frown turned into a timid smile. "You know every little thing about me don't you." It was not a question, it was a statement of fact that we both knew was true. She grinned and snuggled back up against me with another glance back up at the moon.

After a long time, she said, "I love you."

"I know and I love you too." I answered. "Our search was long and hard but now it's over and well worth it."

We sat snuggled together and waited for the dawn and the first day of the rest of our lives. That means far more than most people realize.

The end or the beginning, you decide. 



Happy Hot Tubbers



James and three of his best friends loved to get together for hot gay sex, but they could have had a problem doing that. All four of them had been high school classmates and were in their first year at the local university; each of them was living with his parents, and was partly still in the closet. Their other close friends from high school were aware of the sexual orientation of the four young men and accepted it with no reservations, as did most people who knew them as students at the university. However, their parents were all prominent in a local church, and had spoken out strongly against homosexuality, calling it "The work of Satan," or similar phrases. They never would have understood the needs of their sons, and certainly would not have allowed them to indulge in gay sex at home, so some other place had to be found. 

A motel or hotel room could have been used, but they were quite expensive, and none of the men wanted to risk being seen in such a place by a friend of his parents. They solved the problem by using the hot tubs available to the public and located on campus. The cost was much lower than a motel room would have been, since a room in the establishment was only taken for a short period of time. Even more important than the expense, it was in a convenient location and safe, because nobody would see them except other students, who were much more broad minded than their parents about people's sex lives. 

So it was that early one Saturday afternoon, James, Daniel, Joseph and Moses took a break from their research and studying in the university library and met at the entrance to Happy Hot Tubs. Each man paid one fourth of the total charge in advance and was given a fluffy, clean towel and an air pillow with a cotton pillow case, and James was entrusted with a key having the room number stamped on it. 

It was Room 6, one of the larger ones available, because there were four of them, rather than the more usual couple. They had been there before, so they knew the room would be furnished with a full size metal bed with a mattress covered in waterproof ticking and a cotton sheet. One end of the rectangular room included a shower area with two heads protruding from the wall, and the bed was on the opposite end. The head and one side of the bed abutted the corner, and there was a pair of metal supports with a bar between them near the foot. 

The bar was for hanging clothing, and a space about two feet wide was between it and the foot of the bed. The four young men quickly stripped naked, each one undressing himself, and hung up their towels and clothing, using the wire hangers provided. Completely naked, they headed for the shower to get a quick wash before beginning their carnal fun. The purpose of the shower was to keep the water in the tub as clean as possible, and they did wash themselves and each other, but they all had full erections from fondling and sucking each other's cocks before they were ready to climb into the bath. 

James knew what he wanted, and he dunked his body in the hot water before pulling himself out and sitting on the edge of the tub and holding his cock upright. Moses wanted the same thing, and he approached with his mouth open and stopped with his hands resting on James's thighs. The handsome young man with the curly black hair looked up at the seated man and smiled. 

"You know, I especially love doing this with you," he said before leaning forward and starting to lick the head of James's hard cock. 

He didn't say any more than that, because his mouth was too busy with more pleasurable and important things than talking. Moses started by nestling the head of James's cock between his lips while his tongue licked the head, paying special attention to the slit. After a minute of those gentle caresses, he leaned forward, letting the whole shaft slide into his mouth, opening up his throat to take the entire length, until his nose and lips were being tickled by his friend's light brown pubic hair. He stayed like that for a few seconds, while his tongue laved its hard roundness, before slowly drawing his face back until just the head was between his lips again, and looking up at the grimaces of pleasure flickering across James's face. 

Of course, they weren't the only ones who went from the needle spray of water to enjoying the pleasures of male flesh. While still in the shower, the rather pudgy Daniel had bent over and spread his ass cheeks so Joseph could wash him there. Joe intended applying his tongue to that area, and wanted his friend's ass to be squeaky clean first and, when it was, those two men climbed onto the bed, with Dan lying face down, his pillow under his waist and his hands on his cheeks, spreading them again, while Joseph knelt between his legs and leaned forward. 

Joe's hands rested on the cheeks of the ass he loved so much, and he carefully spread them, exposing the clean pink hole at the center. He leaned forward and began by licking the puckered area, starting at the left of that pink hole itself and slowly caressing under and up the other side and above it. Still paying homage, he drew his tongue down across the object of his desire. Joseph continued his licking for almost a minute, stroking up and down and across until he was ready to have his cock, which was hard and ready, succeed his tongue as the body part used to express his lust and affection. 

All four of the young men in the hot tub made a point of practicing safe sex, even with each other, and Joe got up to remove the small plastic squeeze bottle of Aqualube and the supply of condoms from his jacket pocket, rolling one onto his cock and leaving the others piled on a corner of the bed. He was ready, so he knelt again between Daniel's legs to squeeze the tip of the bottle into the small hole being held open and squeeze in a good dollop of the lubrication. When he was sure he had squirted in enough, he closed the bottle, left it with the other condoms, and inserted a finger to carefully spread the Aqualube all over the interior of the ass he would be fucking. 

Dan sighed happily when he felt the cool liquid gush into him, to be followed by his friend's long finger. Knowing Joe's latex-clad cock was being covered with more of the Aqualube, he continued holding his ass open and moaned in bliss when he felt the blunt tip pressing against the slick place he was making available. He knew the stiff shaft of his friend and lover was long and thick, just what he wanted, and his ass was already squirming in anticipation of the great fucking it was about to get. 

Joseph was just as happy. He was very fond of Dan and knew his friend's ass was tight and smooth, just the kind of place where he loved putting his cock. With one hand, he held his hard shaft, preparing to guide it, while the fingers and thumb of his other hand reached between the smooth cheeks to pry open the small hole. With the tip of his cock centered, he gave a short, firm push and grinned when he felt it wedge inside and heard Dan's sharp intake of breath. Seconds later, he thrust forward again and almost an inch of the hard cylinder crammed its way into the place where it was so welcome. 

His cock was in deeply enough he no longer needed to guide it, so Joe placed his hands on the soft, plump hips in front of him and thrust forward again, driving another inch of his shaft in. Dan wanted to take a more active part in the fucking, so he removed his hands from his ass cheeks and pushed himself upright, so he was kneeling in front of the man who had half his shaft imbedded. Joseph saw what he wanted to do, so he waited until his partner was in the right position and thrust forward again, burrowing most of the rest of his cock in the tight, oily hole. On the next stroke, Joe pushed back to meet it, and they ended with the entire shaft in the place where it would do the most good. Both men squirming with pleasure, they stayed in that position for almost a minute. 

The other two men were just as busy, and were enjoying themselves just as much. James was sitting on the edge of the hot tub and leaning back to rest his weight on his hands while Moses stood in the water, leaning over with his elbows on his friend's thighs. He was slowly bobbing his head, engulfing James's cock with his mouth and releasing it. The four men had rented the room for two hours, which they hoped would be enough time to thoroughly relish what they were doing with each other. 

Moses especially reveled in what he was doing, the way Jim's thick cock spread his lips so well and filled his mouth. Even with the first stroke, he had given deep throat, because he loves licking the entire length of a long shaft, such as that of James, and he even likes the feel and the scent of the clean pubic hair that was tickling his lips and nose. He especially likes knowing the man he is sucking off is getting pleasure too, so he watched the writhing of his friend's body and the grimaces of joy flickering across his face.

James was indeed getting pleasure, some of the most he had ever received in all the times he had shared a room in the public baths with his companions. From practice, Moses was getting better at sucking cocks. The pressure being applied by his lips was the perfect amount, and the young man's agile tongue was sending thrills of joy through Jim's body. He could already feel his climax approaching, and told his friend about it. 

"That's great, Mo. I'm almost ready to cum." 

Moses was happy to hear that, even though he already knew it from the way the organ was throbbing in his mouth. He stopped giving deep throat and made sure the end of Jim's cock was poised over his tongue at the end of every stroke he made. He wanted to be sure he caught the semen so he would be able to fully relish the taste and texture before swallowing it. Suddenly being in more of a hurry for that to happen, he sucked faster and made sure his lips formed a seal over Jim's shaft so none of his delicious cum could dribble out. 

"Oh! Oh! Yeah! Oh, god, that's good," James exclaimed as his climax welled up inside his body. "Ahhhh," he sighed as it erupted. 

Moses caught the first gob of cum on his tongue, right where he wanted it, and kept sucking. He knew there was more for him, and he wanted every drop. His efforts were rewarded when James ejaculated two more times, both gushes landing right where the first one had. He continued stroking with his mouth, not because he expected any more semen, but because it felt so good. Finally, he stopped and swirled the three gobs of cum inside his mouth, relishing the flavor of the viscous man juice, before letting it slip down his throat. 

There was even more available, and he took James's cock out of his mouth and licked it like a child licking a Popsicle, until he had cleaned off the outside. With that all gone, Moses placed his thumb right in front of Jim's scrotum and his fingers on the other side of his cock and slowly drew his hand toward his mouth, catching all the delicious cum that oozed out. When he was through with that, he treated the second mouthful as he had the first, until it also slid down his throat. Moses doesn't like to waste any more cum than he can help, especially when it's from Jim's cock. 

While their friends were reveling in the great blow job, the other two men were enjoying themselves just as much, but in a different way. Joseph was slowly driving his cock into Daniels ass, impaling his friend all the way to his own pubic hair with every thrust. Dan was fucking back to meet every stroke, loudly moaning from the excruciating pleasure radiating out from the path of the big, hard cylinder in his ass. His prostate gland was massaged with every stroke, both going in and backing out, and his pleasure hole was stretched wide. It felt so fabulous, his body was rocking from side to side and his moans of bliss were starting to end in whimpers. 

Joe was having just as much fun as anyone. Dan's ass was tight, especially the ring of muscles at the entrance, and gripped his cock every time he drove it in, releasing when he drew back. He had used plenty of Aqualube, more than he actually needed, and it was working perfectly. There was no friction at all, just the feelings of tightness and slickness. He could feel his powerful climax approaching, and he plunged in and out slowly, wanting to delay it for a while, because the fucking was so great. 

Daniel's cock was just as hard as anybody else's, and he reached under his body to start stroking, intending to bring about his climax. "Let me do that, Danny," the man who was fucking his ass suggested, and he reached for the stiff cock that was swinging to and fro in time to his thrusts into the man. 

Somebody else interrupted him. After being sucked off, James wanted a taste of cum too, and he crawled onto the bed to lie in front of Dan and take the hard cock into his mouth. In the pattern the two men had tacitly worked out, Joe drove his cock in and his partner fucked back to meet him and, when he drew back for the next stroke, Daniel moved forward. James adapted to that tempo, opening his mouth and being fucked there when Dan thrust forward. 

Moses wanted in on more of the fun too, so he climbed onto the bed and knelt behind Dan. The plastic squeeze bottle of Aqualube was lying there, and he picked it up and began preparing the place he found so inviting. The owner of that ass, when he felt what was happening, removed his hands from Joseph's hips and reached back to spread his cheeks. Moses prepared him the same as had been done earlier to Dan, and placed his cock in the same position as Joseph had done. He gave a hard thrust and the head wedged through the ring of muscles at the edge and into the tight hole. Joe moaned in joy at the waves of pleasure washing over his body from what was happening simultaneously to his cock and to his ass. 

Three of the men stopped their fucking and sucking to give Moses time to get his entire shaft imbedded in Joseph's ass, and he took his time. After a series of short, firm thrusts, his cock was in the place where it was eagerly desired, massaging the prostate gland of his partner while his pubic hair tickled the insides of his cheeks. With that, everybody resumed what they had been doing, and quickly set up a rhythm. 

Over and over, Moses drove his shaft deep into the ass of Joseph, who plunged his into the same place of Daniel, whose stiff cock was made welcome by the mouth of James. All the men moved slowly, and nobody saw any need to say anything, except for their moans and sighs and other sounds of delight. They continued pleasuring each other, and they all felt their climaxes building, until Daniel made a happy announcement. 

"I'm just about ready to cum, you guys," he informed the others, especially James, who would be getting a mouthful of the semen that was about to be shot from his cock. 

The man at the end of the line began fucking faster and, as a result of the ensuing chain reaction Danny responded by plunging his cock harder and deeper into James's mouth. 

"Oh! Oh, yeah!" Dan exclaimed as his climax bubbled up and erupted. 

He shot a gob of cum into the mouth wrapped around his cock, and the men behind him continued fucking. Twice more, bursts of semen gushed into Jim's open mouth and, when there was no more forthcoming, the recipient of the treat became more active. 

Until then, he had been passively allowing his mouth to be fucked, but when Dan's cumming was through, James reached over and held to the base of his friend's cock to milk out all the semen he could. Applying strong suction with his mouth and squeezing gently with his thumb and fingers, he sucked out everything from the inside and licked all the juices from the outside. After getting every drop of cum available, he swirled it around in his mouth, relishing its flavor and texture, before letting it slide down his throat. After swallowing, he slid off the bed and got into the hot tub to relax and slowly stroke his cock until he could start doing more fucking or sucking. 

The other men continued, and Joseph was the next man to realize his climax was imminent. It had been building for some time, and he knew he was on the verge of cumming. He didn't say anything, but he did start driving his cock harder into the tight, slick ass of Dan, who fucked back just as hard to meet it, while his own cock, which was still semi-erect, swung back and forth. Moses started fucking faster too, matching the more rapid movements of the man whose ass felt so good to him. All of them grunted and moaned and whimpered of their pleasure, but Joe was the first one to cry out his delight. 

"Oh, my god, that feels good," meaning both the hard, thick shaft buried in his ass and what was happening to his own cock. "Oh! Oh! Ahhhh," was the loud cry of joy as Joseph ejaculated into his condom. 

He collapsed forward, and Dan also slowly fell forward, and the two men ended up in a happy pile. Moses, his cock imbedded deeply in the ass that felt so good, lay on top and began rapidly driving his cock in and out of Joe. The sounds of his friend's cumming had intensified his own mounting climax, which was no more than a few minutes from exploding. That was as long as he continued fucking Joseph, until his orgasm welled up from everywhere on his body and erupted. He shot one big wad of cum into his condom and kept fucking until he had ejaculated again. Knowing he was through, at least for a while, he lay on top of the pile of happy young men until his cock slipped out of the ass that had felt so good. 

Moses was the first to leave the pile. The others soon followed, and all of them went to take a quick shower and to dispose of their condoms by leaving them by the edge of the shower drain. They were not being sloppy; that was how the management preferred to have them discarded, and their maintenance staff would sweep up such refuse and dispose of it. The reason for their showering was to wash the leftover Aqualube from their asses and legs before getting into the hot tub where they would lounge while deciding who would do what and to whom. 

James already knew what he wanted. "Who wants to fuck missionary style?" he asked his fellows. 

"I do," Moses announced and, when nobody else put in a claim, he went to the bed to get a condom, his pillow and the Aqualube. 

He set his pillow on the edge of the tub and sat on it with his feet dangling in the water. After James waded through the hot tub to join him, he handed his friend the condom and the bottle of lubricant and lay on his back to wait for the preparations to begin. He did not have a long wait. James first rolled the prophylactic onto his cock and next inserted the neck of the bottle into Moses's ass and squeezed in a big dollop. Because of the existing wetness, not as much was needed as had been used while fucking the other men, but Jim inserted his finger to spread it anyhow, and covered his cock with the lube. 

With his ass ready, Moses adjusted the pillow under his hips and started to raise his legs. James reached under his partner's knees and helped with the raising until the ankles were resting against Jim's shoulders and Mo's hands were reaching around his ass to spread his cheeks. Holding his stiff shaft with one hand, James leaned forward and moved closer until the end of his cock was pressing against the oily hole that was his target. One thrust wedged the head between the fingers holding open the oily pleasure hole and between the edges and into the adjacent channel. James sighed happily at the tightness of the sphincter and remained in that position for a few seconds. 

Moses was receiving tremendous pleasure too, and his body was squirming, as if to say "Come on, come on. Give me the rest of your cock." When Jim followed that silent request, Mo pushed forward off his hands, wanting to be impaled by the entire shaft. 




Happy Hotwife on a Date



You are sitting at the bar so that you can keep an eye out for me and you are sipping a drink and waiting somewhat anxiously. You're not sure what I'm up to, but you have a feeling it's going to be hot. All I've told you is to meet me here and follow my lead from there. So mysterious! You left the house only about fifteen minutes before I planned to leave, but it feels like you've been watching the door for an eternity. You sit up straighter as you catch sight of me entering the bar. You rise from your stool, figuring we'll get a booth, but I shake my head and silently motion for you to sit back down. You're somewhat perplexed when I cross the bar and step up into a booth by myself, but you play along.

From your position, you only have to turn slightly on your stool to put me directly in your line of sight. My booth is right below a TV tuned to a football game, so to the casual observer you would appear to be a sports fan. Your gaze takes in my outfit. I'm wearing the low-cut, sequined skirted little black dress you bought me. A sparkly necklace dangles in my exposed cleavage and matches the earrings that hang from my lobes. My hair is swept up, but a few loose curls playfully trail down the back of my neck, partially obscuring my tattoo. I wear black stockings and you think you can catch just a glimpse of the lacy top of one, indicating that I am wearing a garter belt. You notice approvingly that I'm wearing what I refer to as my "fuck-me" heels. As usual, my makeup is applied in a fairly understated manner, but what's different is that I'm wearing a dark red lipstick that you've never seen on me before. You like the way it defines my mouth and is in contrast to my pale complexion. You have to admit, your wife looks pretty hot.

A tall, dark-haired man approaches me and says something to me. You figure he's a waiter and I'm ordering a drink, but are surprised when I stand up and give him a quick hug and peck on the cheek. What the hell? You don't recognize this guy as anyone I've introduced you to before, but figure it must be an acquaintance who spotted me and has stopped to say hi. But, instead, the man and I both slide into the booth... on the same side. You see me say something to him and gesture towards you. The man glances your way and tips a nod in your direction. You look back at me and I wink and return my attention to my "date". A waitress takes our order and brings us drinks. You curiously watch as we talk. He says something and I laugh. It's pretty dark in the bar, but not so dark that you don't notice that my hand settles on his thigh in response to his witty remark. You begin to wonder if I've arranged for you to be a fly on the wall to observe me on a date. Not that you'd mind that. You've made me very aware of just how exciting you find the idea of me with other men. Up until now, though, I've always shared the details afterwards and you've relied on imagination to flesh out the fantasy.

You're enjoying being a fly on the wall more than you realized you would. You feel your cock twitch as you notice him snake a hand up my skirt under the table. We seem quite chummy. I must have been working on this for a while. You're impressed that you were none the wiser. I'm on my second drink and you can see I'm loosening up; my hand has crept up his thigh and you can only imagine that it's found a bulge to busy itself with.

You're so wrapped up in the eroticism of the moment that it catches you off guard when you realize we appear to be getting ready to go somewhere. Not sure what to do, you look to me for direction. I slightly shake my head and you ease back onto your seat, figuring that you're to stay behind. You're somewhat disappointed, because this was really getting good and you'd like to know what happens next. You suppose you'll have to wait for me to finish up and come home and tell you all about it as you lick my pussy, which was so recently vacated by this handsome stranger.

You see me stop and talk to the bartender, slipping him a folded piece of paper. As I exit the bar with my new friend, the bartender comes over and hands you the paper. You unfold it and read, "Wait 30 minutes , then come on home". Sounds like I'm off for a quickie in the car before I come home to fill you in. It will be pretty cool to actually be able to picture who was just sticking it to your wife. You wait impatiently for the minutes to tick by on your watch. You can't help but imagine what is going on right now out in the parking lot and you have to adjust your hardening cock in your pants and untuck your shirt.

Finally, 30 minutes have passed. You waste no time in leaving the bar and heading home. My car is in the driveway and you hope I'm already waiting for you, naked. You unlock the front door and slip into the house. You're surprised to be greeted by the sound of me moaning from down the hall. You head toward the office, since that's where you imagine I am. As you round the corner of the hall, you're surprised to see that I've hung a privacy curtain in the doorway to the office. A note is pinned to it. It reads, "For your viewing pleasure... Take a peek!"

You pull the curtain away from the door jamb just enough to afford you a view of the scene inside. You see me, your wife, laying crosswise on the narrow twin bed. You see I've placed a floor length mirror at the foot of the bed, angled so that it affords you a different view of the action. My head rests against a pillow propped against the wall. I'm still fully dressed, but I'm spread eagle and you can see that I'm not wearing any panties under the dress that's now hiked up to expose my pussy. You can't actually see my pussy very well, though, because your view is blocked by the head of the stranger from the bar as he kneels on the floor and eats me out. I'm writhing on the bed and moaning in ecstasy. You can tell I'm nearing climax. My hands grip the bedspread and my back arches as he brings me to orgasm. Your dick is hardening again in your pants. It excites you to witness me receive pleasure from another man.

I recover quickly and join him as he rises to stand next to the bed. I remove my hair clip, setting my hair free. We begin to undress each other, taking our time and exploring each other's bodies as we expose new areas. He kisses my neck causing me to throw my head back in pleasure, eyes closed. Another moan escapes my lips, as he fondles my breasts. My nipples are hard in response to his attentions. He's managed to strip me completely naked, but I've only gotten as far as removing his shirt. From your vantage point behind the curtain, you see me begin to kiss my way down his bare chest, slowly lowering myself into a squat before him. My hands busy themselves undoing his fly as I gaze up at him.

I manage to free his cock from his pants and you're pleasantly surprised to see that he is very well endowed. A good eight inches in length, you'd guess, and with a very generous girth, to boot. I begin to lick the length of it, my tongue teasing his tip. I come close to letting him into my mouth a couple times, but pull back and resume licking. You're not sure which of you wants me to suck it more, you or the handsome stranger. You try to will me to do it, but he nets better results when he entangles his fingers in my curls and urges my face towards him, putting an end to my teasing. I take the hint and swallow him to the best of my abilities. I begin to work my mouth back and forth on his hardness, with continued urging by his gentle, yet insistent hands on my head. He begins to thrust forward with his hips to meet my mouth each time it moves down his cock. You are impressed that my little mouth is handling this face fucking so well. You reach down and free your own cock from your pants with one hand, using the other to hold the curtain aside enough to maintain your view. You know very well how good my mouth feels and can only imagine how much he is enjoying it.

He has let go of my hair and I am sucking away all on my own; my lips and tongue working enthusiastically on him as my hand grips the base of it, simultaneously jerking him off into my mouth as I suck him. I alternate between quickly sucking and slowly licking and trying my best to deep throat him. I'm not super successful at the latter, but you can see he appreciates my efforts. I am doing a very thorough job of pleasuring him orally. You begin to worry I'm doing too good of a job and I may get him off before you get a chance to see me fucked by his moderately monstrous cock.

He must unwittingly share your concerns because he pulls me back up to stand next to him. He resumes kissing me, but I don't miss a beat in stroking him, my hand moving on him as he presses lightly against my belly. Abruptly, he pulls away from me and lies down on the bed. "Why don't you come here and sit on my cock?"

He doesn't have to ask me twice. I promptly climb atop the bed and lower myself onto him in a crouch. From your vantage point, you're afforded a side view of me bouncing up and down upon him, but in the mirror that I strategically placed, you can see my ass as well as his cock disappearing between my legs as my pussy swallows him. You are stroking yourself with more intensity, so turned on by seeing me so eagerly fucking another man.

Eventually, I lower myself down so that my legs are bent alongside him and I begin rocking back and forth on his cock. You can see my tits bouncing as I gain momentum and begin to moan. He snakes a hand around behind me and, in the mirror, you can see he has found my asshole. He works some fingers in and begins to bang my ass as I continue to ride him. The combined sensations of his thick cock filling my cunt, my clit rubbing against him as I rock, and his fingers stretching my asshole send me over the edge. I cry out as I begin to come. My sounds heightens your arousal, almost causing you to blow your load, but you hold off, anxious to see what happens next, because you can tell he's not near done exploring your slutty hotwife.

Sure enough, I have barely finished climaxing when he flips me off of him and pulls me to where I am bent over the side of the bed, my ass in the air. He lines himself up behind me, grabs my hips and plunges his massive erection into my hungry cunt in one mighty thrust. In the mirror you can see him resume his exploration of my ass with one hand as he continues to ram into me. "You have a pretty little asshole. Mind if I fuck it?" he asks.

You are pleased to hear me respond, "Yes... Please! Please fuck my ass!" as I press my bottom higher in the air in encouragement. I don't have to ask him twice. He pulls out of my sopping wet cunt and leans over and spits on the pucker I continue to bare in anticipation. He presses the head of his cock against my saliva slickened hole. You hear me cry out softly as he enters me and stretches me wide. I do not complain and you are proud to see me push back into the pain, helping him bury his large member to the hilt in my tight ass. He begins to thrust, slowly at first, working in and out. You wish you were closer so that you could see how his cock distends my asshole as he fucks it, but, still, you can imagine and you begin to stroke yourself more intensely, your pace increasing to match his quickening thrusts into your wife's ass.

As he reaches a fevered pitch, you suspect he's nearing orgasm. He abruptly pulls out of my ass and pulls me onto my knees in front of him. Intuiting what he wants from me, I tilt my face up towards him with my mouth open, to await his load. He strokes himself only briefly before grunting and his hot spunk begins to splash onto my face and tits, some of it landing in my mouth, some in my hair.

This sends you over the edge and you begin to shoot your own load before he's even finished coming upon me.

You leave your mess on the curtain and floor behind and quickly clear out to allow us time to clean up and get dressed. You retreat to the bedroom and hear the front door open and close shortly thereafter. Moments later, I enter the bedroom, still naked and, though, I've wiped some of the come off of my face, I still wear traces and smell strongly of sex. You feel your cock twitch in response. Unbelievably, you find yourself getting aroused again.

I climb into the bed next to you and, as your cock stiffens all over again, you decide maybe you should explore my freshly stretched holes for yourself.

The end.



Happy Hour



I've gotten Feedback lately asking when I'm going to post another audio, so here you go: Happy Hour, by KR Silkenvoice.

"...I poured more oil into my hands and slid them up his calves, massaging him with long effleurage strokes. More pleasured moaning from him as I worked up to his thighs, my hands alternately gliding and pressing into the muscles. His cock swelled and twitched when I reached his inner thighs. I worked his trunks down past his knees and squeezed that nice warm oil on his balls. He sighed and spread his thighs for me then, one leg bent and leaning against the back of the couch, the other draped across my lap. My fingers quested, teased, pulled and pressed. My slippery hands glided along his cock, bringing it to full attention..."

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Happy Hour



I would like to send a thank-you to DragonSlayer_OK for helping me with my very first story. Very quick to respond to my emails, gave very good constructive criticism, did not make me feel uncomfortable about my first story. Hope you enjoy!





It's a rainy Friday night and I'm out with a couple of my girls at this well-known bar in the city. We didn't want to do the usual club scene, so this place was our next option. As we walked in, we were shocked to see how packed it was. I guess everyone was escaping the rain. 

We found an opening at the bar and placed our orders. We sat there and gossiped, checked out the guys we would like to take home but wouldn't actually have the courage to do so. I on the other hand was searching for someone in particular.

My friends didn't know the real reason behind my choice to pick this particular bar. The feeling of disappointment was almost overwhelming when I couldn't find him in the sea of drunken patrons. I turned back to my friends and continued to sip on my drink silently thinking that I've just been stood up. 

As I listened to their mindless gossip, I didn't notice that someone squeezed in next to me to order a beer. The voice jolted me out of my daze as I recognize the face in the mirror behind the bar. There was no reaction on my face but our eyes met but not long enough for anyone to notice. He took his beer and turned to leave, at that moment I told my friends that I needed to use the bathroom. Naturally, they all needed to go as well. I led the way since I knew the layout of the bar. 

It was quite crowded and it was not easy for the bartenders to keep up. I kept walking when I felt someone grab my hand. I couldn't see his face, but I knew who he was, so I followed. We cut through the crowd until we reached a secluded booth. The booth was placed wrong during construction so now they mostly used it as extra storage. No one seemed to notice us disappear.

Immediately he sat down in the booth and I straddled him. We kissed right away, furiously, not wanting to waste a single second. Heavy breathing and moaning ensued, I sucked on his tongue and moaned at the feeling of it, as if any part of him inside of me would bring me to the edge. I felt him grab my ass and squeeze. His hands move up underneath my shirt and I felt my bra come loose. He lifted my shirt and took a breast into his mouth. A moan escaped from my throat and then I pulled his head back and kissed him again. I could feel his hand fumble underneath me until I could feel what he was searching for. 

I wasted no time as I grabbed his rigid cock, moved my thong to the side and slowly eased down, filling myself with him. I let out a loud gasp which was drowned out by the noise of the crowded bar. He slid further down on the seat so now I had both my feet flat on the floor. I began to ride him slowly holding onto the back of the booth for balance. I could feel him inside me.

After a moment, he took my breast in his mouth and bit my nipple hard. He knew just how hard to bite them and he knew I loved it. I moaned his name and he bit harder. I felt my nails dig into the wood on the seat. I felt his hands move to the back of my head as he pulled me close enough to feel his breath on my face, I felt his hips move upward and I inhaled sharply as I felt his cock drive deeper into me. As I exhaled, he kissed me. I almost couldn't handle it, as he knew how to make every inch of my body scream for him. He motioned for me to move to the floor. He handed me his jacket so I can lay on it. Then, he crawled in between my trembling thighs and entered me again. I gasped and grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to me. I wanted all of him to fill every hole I had to offer. He touched my face gently and I found his finger and began to suck it furiously. 

He fucked me hard and I loved it. I barely heard his body slapping against mine but I felt every inch. His strokes were hard and fast and he would make my body shake when he would push deep into me and stayed at that position. Both the feeling of him so deep inside me as he pushed hard on my clit caused my thighs to tremble uncontrollably. I couldn't hold back any longer, "Oh my god...you're going to make me cum." I gasped in between breaths. 

He leaned next to my ear and I could barely hear him ask, "Why else are we here?" He continued fucking me, I tried my best to hold back. I didn't want him to stop, I cried out to god and cursed all in the same sentence, my whole body wouldn't stop shaking. I lost control of my entire body and mind as they were both overcome with the power of my orgasm.

His kisses brought me back to reality. I kissed him back with a satisfied moan. The kisses were soft and slow, the touches were the same. I slowly regained focus in my eyes and noticed that he was already dressed.

"Are we finished? Did you cum?" I asked him

"No, I didn't, this was all for you. But I think you should head back now your phone has been going off non-stop"

I got up quickly and fixed myself while I answered my phone. I could hear the panicked voices of my friends ask me where I went.

"I really had to pee, sorry I couldn't wait. I'm back at the bar now sitting here dodging perverts, come rescue me"

I heard laughter so I figured I was in the clear. I hung up and noticed him watching me. He walked up to me and I could feel my legs get weak. He smiled, placed a hand under my chin and kissed me. As much as I wanted to let him have his way with me, again I told him I had to go and then I turned around and walked back into the crowd that was very clearly clueless of what had just transpired.



Happy Hour



Normally, I love happy hour, but today it's dragging. The well drinks are still cheap and there are a half dozen people here that I'd normally be stoked to hang out with, but right now I can't think about anything except taking her clothes off. She kissed me hello when I got to the bar but now she's sitting a few stools away talking to some friends. Next to me, Ben is trying to educate me about country music and I'm doing my best to pay attention, but my eyes keep straying back to her. A few rounds after work bring out everything about her that makes me crazy: a teasing wit, a cheeky smile, a truly evil laugh, and slow kisses when I can convince her no one's looking; tangy and just a little sour from the vodka.

Finally I can't stand it anymore. I head her off coming back from the bathroom, kiss her once on the lips and say quietly, 'If I don't take you away from here right now, I might do something that would get us 86'd for life. I like this bar and I want to be allowed back here next week. Say your goodbyes. Now.' We leave very quickly and almost politely.

Why does the girl I want have to live in Queens? The subway is torture. We kiss a little and whisper to each other. The sensation of her warm breath on my ear travels straight down my spine to my cock. Why can't trains be faster?

She drops her keys in the hallway and I nearly groan in frustration as she picks them up, sorts through them again for the door key and turns the lock. We manage to get inside, but I can't make it to the bedroom. I grab her shoulders and pull her in for a deep kiss, kicking the door shut behind me. I spin us both around to press her against the front door. I feel a need to be as close as possible, pushing my body against hers with all my weight, feeling her breasts flatten against me as i take her lower lip between mine and tug, my hands tangled in her hair. 

I don't stop kissing, but I step back a little, moving my body to make room for my hands to run over her - over her hips and up her stomach to cup her breasts. The silk of her summer dress slides easily over the lace of her bra in a way that makes me wild. I let one hand run up her inner thigh, under the hem of her dress and into the waistband of her boxer briefs - an unconventional choice but somehow it works for her - and drag my middle finger along the lips of her pussy, gathering moisture before sliding just past her clit. I'm too worked up to tease though, and I slip two fingers inside her, letting them go deep before I hook them towards me and pull them slowly back, rubbing my fingertips over the front wall until I feel it give a little at her g-spot. I work my fingertips back and forth over it with a firm, steady rhythm, while my other hand squeezes her right breast and I kiss her neck hungrily and whisper in her ear, telling her how badly I need her to come for me. Her focus is incredible and it barely takes a minute before her breath quickens and I feel her squeeze my fingers as she comes. I press my body to hers again for one hard kiss, then step away and let her body slump against the door.

I take her hand and tow her into the bedroom, where i wrap my arms around her from behind and pull her tight to me while I kiss the back of her neck and her shoulders. I take the straps of her dress and slip them over her shoulders, following the dress down to her waist where I pull her boxers down to floor as well. I dig desperately in my wallet for a condom then unbuckle my belt and drop my jeans. I'm at the point where getting out words is difficult but I manage 'On the bed. All fours.' Climbing up behind her, I'm about to unwrap the condom but I want to feel her so badly I find myself sliding inside her, bare, almost before I realise I'm going to do it. The feeling is so intense that I let out all of my breath in a low moan. I let myself go slowly in and out twice before I come to my senses. 'God damn it, why aren't you on the pill?! I want to feel you like this all the time.' I pull out and roll on the condom but not before I spank her once on each cheek, hard - harder than I meant to, I think - and she bites back a little yelp but doesn't protest as my cock dips inside her again and, this time keeps moving.

At first my hands grip her hips tight while I fuck her, not all that fast but with deliberate, firm thrusts, with the head of my cock pressing up against her walls. Even through the condom, the sensation is intense and I have to concentrate hard to stay on top of it. I tell her to crawl forward so brace herself against the wall, and bring her body upright so I can unsnap her the clasp of her bra and slip my hands underneath it, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She's breathing heavily but I really want to hear her voice so I twist both nipples hard like gain controls and make her moan, loudly. The sound makes me go faster.

I know I'm close to coming and I want to be as deep as I can get, so I flip her onto her back and lift her legs up over my shoulders. I go slow, concentrating on making each thrust deep and pulling back until I'm nearly falling out of her. She reaches between her legs and starts to rub her clit. Looking down at her flushed, gorgeous face and her breasts moving with her breath sends me right over the edge. 'Don't stop doing that,' I say. 'I want you to come with me but I can't wait any longer, baby.' I don't think she's going to make it, but she does. I feel her tighten around me just as I start to come. She squeezes so hard she almost pushes me out but I pull her hips toward me and fight to stay deep until my orgasm fades. Then, I collapse next to her on the bed.

I glance at the clock as I catch my breath and realise that it hasn't even been ten minutes since we came through the front door. On the other hand, it's also still early and I have a whole night still to spend with her. 'I think we left at exactly the right time,' I say, and roll over to kiss her again, very softly. And then some more.



Happy Hour



It started out as an innocent enough happy hour in the bar area of a sports bar near work. All of the old workers came out and celebrated Elsa's (yes, just like the Disney movie) last week at work. She had found a new position with a competitor in San Antonio, and in two weeks she would be gone. I, for one, was going to miss her.

As usual, we all drank more than we should have, and before I knew it, it was closing time. I looked around and realized that it was just Elsa and me at the table, laughing about an old story. "Wow, it's getting late. I've already had one too many, and should probably get rolling," I mentioned. I knew Sarah was out of town for the next week visiting her parents, but I didn't think it would be appreciated if I stayed out at the bar with another woman. 

Especially how clearly drunk I was. Especially with Elsa. And especially the way Elsa looked tonight: 5'8" with an athletic build and short, curly blond hair. The cleavage from her firm D cups spilled over her gorgeous red sun dress that barely came up past her nipples and hung just under her petite ass. Her bright green eyes pronounced her high cheekbones and feminine smile, and her stockings and tall heels accentuated Elsa's long, fit legs. 

Elsa had always been the hot girl at work, and an amazing tease; I used to have a huge crush on her before I met my current wife. To be honest, it never really went away. I had spent many a session even after getting married, in the shower, shooting loads into the drain thinking about her fantastic body and beautiful face. Although I had stopped the obsessive thinking about her, I was going to miss her amazing beauty and wonderful tomboy-ish personality...

Elsa brought me back from my daydream, "Yeah, I should probably get home, too. Though to be honest, I don't have anything good to go home to, cats notwithstanding. My boyfriend has been a total asshole since I told him I was moving, and he still hasn't decided to move with me yet. To be honest, I haven't gotten any lately if you know what I mean." 

"Funny, I know the feeling. Well, let me walk you to your car," I responded. Sarah and I had been married a few years, and things had gone stale. I was beginning to wonder if she was frigid, as the sex stopped almost immediately after we were married.  

It had been quite a warm fall day when we arrived, and neither Elsa nor I had brought a jacket; but like most late-September days in the northeast US, it had cooled considerably, and a light rain washed over us as we opened the doors into the night air.

We reached her car, and instead of quickly slipping into the leather interior of her shiny black Cadillac as I expected, she leaned back against the car and opened her arms, "Just one last hug to say goodbye? I don't know if I'll ever see you again outside of work." 

She had a point. There was no good reason for Elsa and I to ever get a hold of each other; we'd always flirted, but I was with Sarah during the entire time that I've known Elsa. And with office gossips, it was never a good idea to give the rumor mills any fodder, so we mainly kept our distance. 

I couldn't help but notice that her nipples had protruded and she had goosebumps from the chilly rain. Tonight, finding Elsa alone in the parking lot, and with the rain beginning to soak her tiny red sundress and curly hair into her toned skin, I was a little nervous about even a hug. But my drunk mind figured, "what the hell, I'm never going to see her again," and walked into her arms, pushing her against my car. 

A deep breath brought her heavenly aroma of an unknown perfume, and I found myself literally less than an inch from Elsa's ear. "I'll miss you," I heard, and felt Elsa's hot breath in my ear, a stark contrast to the cold night. "I'm going to miss you too Elsa," I couldn't help but whisper in hers. 

The electricity at that moment had been building for years and was peaking as I heard Elsa continue, her lips pulling from my ear to within an inch of mine, "I need you to know that I've had a crush on you since I started. And... I've never really gotten over you." And with that, an incredibly light kiss on my lips, just under my ear, then another light peck on my neck. 

Before I knew it, we were facing each other, now our lips less than an inch apart. "You know I can't..." and Elsa stopped my breath with another kiss on my mouth, this time a real kiss. I try to blame my drunken state for what happened next and the spiral downward that became the evening's events. 

Everything escalated in a flash. My left hand pulled Elsa's head closer to mine, and my right began caressing Elsa's leg and ass, now wet from the downpour. I returned her kiss gently, and began rubbing my left hand through Elsa's hair. Elsa was lightly flicking her tongue out to my lips, and I gently sucked her tongue in. My right hand had moved to Elsa's thigh and pulled her left knee up to my hips, and I easily slipped her panties aside. 

My hand moved to cup her pussy, and I slipped my middle finger inside. She was already very warm, and incredibly moist. Like me, she had clearly not gotten laid for a long time, and in our proximity I could feel her heart pounding as quickly as mine.

I was incredibly excited myself, and shoved my own pants and boxers down as fast as I could manage. Both of our hearts were racing, and our breathing came to a rapid pace. In a matter of seconds I grabbed Elsa's left leg and, lifting it up past my hips, I slipped inside of her. With the rain continuing to run over us, we kissed passionately while she wrapped both of her long legs around me and I further entered the sweet pussy that I had ached for for so many years. I couldn't believe I was fucking my fantasy girl in the parking lot of a chain restaurant!

"Oh god, you feel so good inside of me, oh fuck yes, fuck me hard, fuck me hard baby, I've wanted this for so long" Elsa panted as we continued in the open parking lot. 

I saw movement to my side but paid no attention, and in fact fucked her even harder for a minute, then pulled out and quickly laid Elsa back onto the hood of her car; we hadn't even taken the time to get her panties off of her ankles. I slipped my hard cock back into her waiting pussy and pulled down her bra and the top of her sundress, revealing her magnificent tits. 

I grabbed Elsa's hips, then slammed hard over and over again into her sweet mound, watching my cock slide in and out of Elsa's pussy and realizing this dream come true was as awesome as the feeling itself. Even in my drunken state, watching Elsa's beautiful body move, especially those fantastic tits, with our rhythm and getting pelted with the cold raindrops, I knew I was going to orgasm soon. 

"Elsa, I'm going to cum, and I want to cum inside of you," I said far too loudly. Elsa turned back to me and responded, "yes, yes I want your cum inside me, cum deep inside of me baby, fill me up" I was just about to come and was thinking about the imminent complete emptying; I wanted to fill her up with load after load, pump after pump, of my hot semen into and up her hot pussy. I grabbed the back of Elsa's head by her hair and lifted her face into mine, kissing her roughly and slightly pulling her hair while I continued to drive my cock deep inside of her. 

As I was about to enter my moment of climax, I heard hushed voices towards the restaurant. I looked around to see that a small crowd had gathered near the entrance to the restaurant and were simply watching us fuck. In retrospect, I suppose Elsa's moans of ecstasy made them feel safe that she wasn't being raped after all, and the 1-in-the-morning crowd wasn't about to call the cops for something like this. 

Unfortunately, I also noticed that one of the crowd was one of my employees, Angie, who had apparently been in the bathroom when we left. Amazingly, she didn't look horrified at all, even though I initially was at the sight of her; she instead seemed to be really into the whole scene.

Elsa's movement and the surprise of the crowd - or maybe more likely, Angie - had a strange effect on me, and my climax went away. Still feeling the whiskey and the turn-on of the events so far, I stepped back and pulled out - my hard cock was on display for the crowd until I was able to pull my pants up. Elsa realized what had happened and quickly pulled her bra and dress back up over her soaked breasts, and then her panties off of her ankles and up under the bottom of the sun dress. 

God, I wanted to fuck her again, I wanted to cum deep inside of her, and a big part of me wanted to do it here in front of the bar crowd, but sensibility took over. Ignoring the crowd and Angie, I said abruptly, "let's go to my house. I'll drive, get in" Without a word, Elsa followed; Angie watched in amazement as I walked the short distance to my car, and I wondered what I would tell her tomorrow. 

We got in the car, and Elsa freshened up her bright red lipstick. Before I even turned the ignition, Elsa had her panties off and had thrown them at me, where they sat on my shoulder. They were soaked, and though the rain had something to do with it, the aroma of her freshly fucked pussy was strong. 

"I don't know what to say; that was an incredible experience," Elsa smiled as she started working my pants down. It didn't take her long to unzip my pants, and soon enough, she had grabbed my cock and started massaging it again. Not surprisingly, I was still rock hard. 

Elsa placed my cock gently into her mouth, and began licking and sucking away. "Wow, she is awesome at this," I thought to myself as she sucked and licked just slowly enough to guarantee that I would become ever hotter without coming. My right hand rested on her head; we continued in silence for 20 minutes as she slowly continued riding her red lips up and down my shaft, until we finally reached my house. 

The house was empty, and I felt a pang of guilt as we pulled into the garage and got out of the car. I looked over at Elsa, who had mercifully stopped working my cock with her mouth, and all other thoughts went away: Elsa's face was absolutely beautiful, framed by the soaked hair. Her dress now clung tightly to her upper body, and clearly showed off her obviously toned abs and the incredible cleavage hinting at her voluptuous tits. Her dress had ridden up and just barely covered her pussy, and water still dripped onto her long, slender legs, now tight with goosebumps. 

With a simple "we're here," I placed Elsa's panties into my pocket and walked inside. We walked through the house and quickly made our way into my bedroom, I briefly looked to see that the shade was open. I wasn't 100% comfortable with that, but it did give me an idea. 

"Hold on just a minute Elsa," and I slipped out for just a second. I returned with a video camera, "I want to always remember this," I explained as I closed the shades, then turned the camera to her. 

Without a word, Elsa smiled and started a slow, sultry dance - if I hadn't known better, I would have sworn her previous job was a stripper, the way she moved. It wasn't long before she lowered her dress around and over her shoulders, then slowly down her body. I watched in awe as she revealed first her slender neck and shoulders, then her black silk bra, toned stomach, and finally her cleanly shaven pussy before dropping the tiny dress to the floor. 

"You look absolutely stunning Elsa", I continued filming, "I think you should touch yourself." Again with no hesitation, Elsa slowly climbed up onto the bed, crawling forward to show off a great view of her ass and pussy in doggy-position. She glanced over her shoulder, "I bet this night hasn't turned out the way you expected," she said with a smirk, and slowly reached her hand under her tight stomach to rub her pussy. 

Elsa's pussy was slightly red, puffy and soaked as she slid one finger along her pussy slit, then slowly began to add pressure as she rubbed up and down until the tip of her index finger plunged into the flesh between her pussy lips. Her fingers danced comfortably along her slit, entering into and along her pussy in a hypnotic rhythm. 

Without notice, Elsa turned over onto her back, her legs spread out before me as she continue to plunge her finger along her slit, and she again started picking up pace. Her eyes were locked onto the camera as her rhythm continued to escalate, and she began to grind with the pulse of her finger going up and down. 

She plunged one and then two fingers deep between her pussy lips, and side to side against her pussy, until she began to quickly flit her clit side-to-side, and her body started to shiver. "Oh yes, I'm going to cum, please touch me."

With that, I placed the camera down on a dresser to make sure to get a good shot, and dove right in. Elsa continued to slide her finger over her clit, while I began to lick up and down the length of her pussy lips. I placed my finger onto, then inside of Elsa's pussy and began to slide in and out. I placed one lip into my mouth and sucked, then the other, alternating while gently sliding my finger up her pussy. 

Elsa pulled her hands away and wrapped them around my head, pulling me into her snatch and begging me to lick harder. I took the cue, and eagerly licked and sucked on her clit while I continued to fuck her with my fingers. My pace picked up, and she began to writhe around in sync. 

As my fingers went in and out, Elsa grind into it more and more, and finally she began to cum. "Oh yes, that's it, lick my hot pussy, I want my pussy all over you! How does my pussy taste, baby?" I licked my tongue the length of Elsa's pussy lips, up and down, slowly, over and over while I continued to work her clit with my fingers. I didn't let up at all until finally she started to slow down herself. 

"I need you inside me, now," I heard her moan, and with that, I knelt up. I took a moment to gaze at Elsa's body, lying there in its full glory, before entering her. 

Elsa was soaked from my saliva and her own natural moisture, and I easily slid into her as she lied on her back. I grabbed her bra and held on, slightly ripping it as I began slowly moving in and out of Elsa's sweet pussy. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me good," Elsa cooed. I picked up my pace just slightly, and finally ripped her bra off, exposing her large, firm breasts and protruding nipples. 

My mouth began to further explore Elsa's neck, chin, cheeks, and mouth. My tongue entered between her lips, and began to again keep rhythm with my cock as it entered her pussy lips, in and out. At the same time, my left hand explored Elsa's breasts, hips, shoulders, while my right again held the back of Elsa's head and pulled her towards mine. 

I pulled my head back for just a moment, our eyes meeting and staring for an eternity, and became completely lost. The physical feeling of pushing my cock in and out of her pussy was one with the absolute lust in both of our thoughts as we stared deeply into each others' eyes.

"Elsa, baby, suck my cock, I want you to taste us," I demanded as I pulled out and moved up to Elsa's chest. Without further words, I started sliding my cock along her sternum; Elsa obliged by squeezing her tits together, forming a perfect tunnel along which my hard cock slid up and down. 

As I pushed forward, the tip of my cock slipped into Elsa's waiting mouth, letting her taste her pussy; it also kept her tits lubed for my next thrust. "Oh baby, I love watching you fuck my big titties," Elsa managed to mumble out. 

"Yes, Elsa, I love watching my cock slide into your tits and mouth like that, you feel so good honey, don't stop," I begged and continued to move my hips. But, I knew I would come soon, especially as turned on as I was again. And I knew where I wanted to come, so I soon had to slide back out and down. 

In one swift motion, I laid on top of Elsa and again entered her sweet pussy. Before long, we were in a full rhythm, my body on top of hers, as I continued to slide in and out of her while I kissed her passionately and deeply; the taste of her pussy was once again fresh in her mouth. We both picked up speed and force until we were again in an all-out fuck. I was faintly aware of the camera catching every moment, and I looked up at the tv to watch us. It turned me on even more, seeing my cock slide in and out of Elsa on tv, her gorgeous breasts bouncing with the rhythm and her eyes looking straight into the camera. 

Elsa rolled me over and sat up on my cock, and proceeded to bounce up and down on me. We kissed again, our tongues again exploring each others mouths. Her tits hung down, creating a friction as they slid along my chest; I took every opportunity to gobble them up when they were close enough, taking one nipple, then another, into my mouth. 

"Oh god, I'm going to cum again, oh god yes," I heard before a series of moans as Elsa started a long, strong orgasm while she continued to ride up and down my shaft. She shot her tongue deep into my mouth and I did the same to her, and with that I started another orgasm too. 

"Elsa, I need to cum inside of you for real this time," I cried as I laid her onto her back once again and started fucking her wildly and powerfully. My large hands manhandled Elsa's tit's while I drove thrust after thrust into her. With each deep thrust, Elsa still cumming, I started to unload an unbelievable amount of cum into her waiting cunt. We became lost in each other for what seemed like forever while we finally started to come down from our amazing orgasms. 

Exhausted, we laid together for quite a while afterwards, my cock now softening inside of her while we talked about Elsa's plans moving into her new job in San Antonio. With the camera still on her, Elsa stood up, cum dripping down her legs, and slipped her still-wet dress on. "Wow." After a long silence, Elsa asked, "So, what do we do now?"

"I wish I could say. How much longer are you in town?"

"I... I have to get home, my boyfriend is going to kill me," Elsa said, and with that, she stepped out of the room and out the door. It was not until after she left that I noticed she had left her sex-filled bra and panties behind. 

As for me, after having the best sex of my life with the woman of my dreams, I had a little cleaning up to do before I went to bed. I also had some big decisions to make.



Happy Hour



As Darren was finishing things up in the office, he heard someone come in the door. He wondered who it could be since everyone had gone home for the day. Everyone had finished early and he was looking forward to going home. A sweet young voice said, "Sorry I'm late," and he immediately knew exactly who she was. Yes, it was her. Kira, the sexiest girl in his unit. "I can't believe you're coming in this late," he laughed and said. "Everyone has already gone home." With a devilish smile, she replied, "Good, I didn't feel like working anyway."

By this time he noticed what she was wearing and was shocked because she didn't normally dress this way. Kira had on a simple T-shirt dress that was extremely short, bobbie socks and a pair of tennis shoes. "Don't give me that attitude, walking in here looking like a teeny bopper." Kira jokingly replied, "Compared to your old self I am a teeny bopper."

"Alright, don't let me have to put you across my knees and spank you," Darren played along. "That might not be a bad idea," was her reply. He told her to come and get what she deserved.

Kira slowly walked over to him and laid across his lap. Her little dress rode up and he could see the soft fleshy curves of her behind. Raising up her dress to her waist presented him with the sexiest ass he had seen in quite some time. Her sweet cheeks were fully exposed because she was wearing a thong. Darren couldn't resist any longer. "SLAP!", his hand came down on her gyrating ass. Kira wanted him to know that she loved it so she started to grind herself against the hard bulge in his pants. He continued to spank her and she got even more excited, and so did he. Darren began to feel her wetness through his pants. Reaching between them with his other hand, he eased a finger under her panties and between her wet lips. He immediately found her clit and Kira moaned, "Yes, that's it, please don't stop." She twisted her hips and twitched uncontrollably as her orgasm took over. Laying there motionless for a moment to recover she slowly looked up with hunger in her eyes and said "This isn't over yet, baby. Not by a long shot."

At that moment this vision of beauty stood up in front of Darren and pulled her dress over her head to expose a very succullent pair of breasts. Kira's nipples were hard and erect seemingly begging for attention. She took him by the hands, stood him up, and said, "It's time to see what you have to offer." Needless to say, Darren was eager to oblige. He pulled off his shirt and then it came time to free his rock hard dick from captivity. Kira liking what she saw, licked her lips and said, "I'm going to enjoy riding that stallion." As soon as he pulled off the rest of his clothes, she pushed him back down in the chair. She turned around waving that gorgeous ass at him and slowly pulled down her panties. Darren's eyes were riveted to the cleft between her thighs as she bent over. Kira's pussy was still moist and she knew it looked inviting. In Darren's mind it called out to him, "TASTE ME!"

Leaning forward he reach out to spread her cheeks a little and placed his tongue between the lips of her glistening cunt. Kira gasped from surprise at first but, as soon as she realized what was happening she spread her legs, pushed back against his lips and said, "I like it when a man knows what he wants and takes it." Darren flicked his tongue along the length of her pussy and darted in and out of her slick hole. He was enjoying giving her pleasure and wanted to make her cum again so he zeroed in on her clit. He began flipping the tip of his tongue over her clit at a rapid pace. Kira was enjoying the oral attack on her box and started to talk dirty. "That's it baby, fuck me with your tongue, I want to cum on your mouth." He continued licking her tasty snatch and could feel her getting close. Darren slapped her ass again a couple of time and it was all she could take. Kira's second orgasm hit her hard. She screamed and shook all over, barely able to stand, she leaned back and rested against his chest.

Knowing that this episode was not quite over yet, Kira turned around and straddled him, ready to take his hard dick up inside her steaming wet pussy. Darren snarled, "Now its time to get into some serious fucking." She responded with, "I just hope you can handle it because I'm going to fuck you REAL good." Kira lowered herself onto him and his cock slid into her hot cunt in one long sweet stroke. She rode him hard, moaning with each downstroke. Darren pulled her close and sucked her nipples. Reaching behind her he grabbed her ass to help her ride him. He spread her cheeks so she could feel his entire length up inside. 

"Fuck me, Fuck me hard," she cried. "You feel so good inside me." This time her whole body shuddered as her third orgasm ripped through her. As Kira came, so did Darren and sprayed her hot box with his cum. They just slumped against each other as their orgasms wore off. Once they recovered and got dressed they both agreed that it should happen again. This was only the first of many "HAPPY HOURS" to come.



Happy Hour



The cold winter air rushed up her coat as Cindy opened the car door and stepped out. The wind wrapping it's icy fingers around her legs and up her long coat, tickling her nearly bare flesh. She had been planning this for weeks, being careful not to let her husband on to her plan. She intended on surprising him. She held the long trench coat tightly to her as she made her way up to the posh country club her husband worked at. 

She was going to have him here at work, and the exhibitionist in her was thrilled. Thinking about it was heating her up, and she could feel the wetness between her legs.

As she walked through the double doors, she was greeted by the club's receptionist with a friendly smile. Finally Cindy had a face to match the voice that had greeted her so many times on the phone.

"Good afternoon. How may I help you?" the woman asked her.

Cindy knew that she wouldn't be allowed to just go visit her husband without being a member of the club, so with a slight air of snobbishness, she pretended that she was a member, the best she could, "Could you please direct me to the 'Lion's Den'?"

The receptionist looked at her suspiciously for a moment and then replied, "It's down the hall and to your left." She pointed in the direction, and Cindy headed down the hall.

When she entered the Bar, her husband Cameron wasn't in sight. She chose a stool at the very end of the bar, slightly hidden in a shadow. Only a few moments passed before Cameron returned carrying a box of bar supplies. He walked right past her, not noticing it was she sitting there. He gingerly set the box down behind the bar, grabbed a washcloth and began wiping down the counter top. Cindy had never been able to come up to Cameron's work before, while he was working anyway, and she thought to herself how relaxed and totally in his element he seemed. 

As he made his way down the bar, he finally noticed her there in the shadows, and quickly strode over to her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked quietly while flashing her one of his brilliant smiles. 

Cindy fingered a button on her coat. "Aren't you going to get me a drink?" she asked.

Cameron quickly scanned the room, making sure none of the staff noticed his wife, and made up a quick drink. Setting the drink in front of her, he asked again, "What are you doing here?" 

"I missed you." She replied with a playful smile. As she leaned in to take a sip of her drink, Cameron caught a glimpse of milky white skin. Her coat wasn't open enough for him to see that she had nothing on, but he felt a stirring in his loins just from seeing the top of his lovely wife's cleavage. Making sure no one was looking, he leaned in and stole a quick kiss. 

Cindy put on her best worried face, "Honey, we need to talk. Is there somewhere here that we can get a quick moment alone?"

Cameron's hungry look turned to one of concern, "Yes, love. What's wrong?"

"I'll tell you once we are alone." She replied, secretly congratulating herself on fooling him.

"Ok, just give me a minute to make sure my customers here are all set for a few, and then we can step away for a minute."

Cameron strolled through the bar, letting his waitresses know he'd be right back and asking if anyone needed anything before he went. After making two more drinks, he made his way back to where his wife was sitting. 

"Ok, I want you to exit the bar and wait for me in the hall. I'll be right out." He told her.

She slid down off the bar stool and made her way to the door. Knowing her husband was watching, she put a little more swing in her hips to tease him. True to his word, he met her in the hall just a moment later. He led her to a large, dimly lit room full of beautifully set tables. A large crystal chandelier hung in the center of the room and the tiny lights in it were set so low it seemed the room was lit by candles. 

"Wow, what a room," she exclaimed.

"It's used for banquets and large parties. Now, tell me what you needed to talk to me about." He looked at her full of concern, and yet she could still see the desire in his eyes.

"Well........," she turned her back to him and took a few steps over to a table. Turning her head to the side, so she could see his reaction, she let the long coat she'd been holding tightly to her, fall to the floor. The only things left on her body were the black high heeled shoes that laced up the ankles, and a gold belly chain that delicately hung from her firm, shapely hips. She could hear him take a deep breath in, but when he didn't exhale she turned completely around to make sure he was ok. 

When she laid her eyes on him, she noticed that, not only was he ok, but he was sporting a tent in his tuxedo pants the size of a house! "Honey, are you ok?!" she asked, worried because he still hadn't exhaled. He nodded and let out a low groan as he heavily exhaled at last, his jaw twitching slightly. He stood, with his arms crossed over his chest as he looked over his wife's sexy form. Taking tiny, deliberate steps, she walked over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders, pressing her pelvis to his crotch. Standing there naked, had her blood pumping faster. She was so excited! 

Cameron couldn't control himself. Suddenly, his hands and lips were everywhere, and still he was telling her between kisses, "We could get caught, someone could walk in here at any moment.... my BOSS could walk in here at any moment!"

Cindy pulled at his belt and zipper and freed her favorite toy from it's confines. She let her soft hand glide over his length, lightly and then firmly, she'd graze the skin. Backing her up as he kissed and sucking on her soft perky breasts, he led them to the table where she had discarded her coat. 

"Oh Cindy!" he growled. "God, what you do to me..."

Cameron grabbed his wife by the waist and turned her around pressing gently on her back to have her leaning over the soft white tablecloth, her long legs stretching out before him. In an instant he had his member at her heated opening. She could feel him pause for only a moment before he slipped in. She let her muscles squeeze him as he slid further and further into her softness. So many times they had made love, but tonight he seemed to have more size. Inside her, he felt at least eight inches long as opposed to his normal seven. She could have sworn he had to be thicker, for she couldn't believe how he was stretching her apart. He felt... exquisite. It only took three hard thrusts before he had her squealing in pleasure, a tidal wave of her juices rushing over his thick shaft. Her hips had a mind of their own as she met his thrusts and matched him stroke for stroke.

He felt her first orgasm slowly begin to subside and slowed his pace. "Shhh, darling," and he stopped moving in her, listening closely to the sounds outside the room, to be sure no one was coming. Once he was sure they weren't going to be interrupted, he pulled out of her warm pocket. She stood up and he sat down on a large dining chair. She knew he wanted her to take the reins for a little bit, but she wanted something else. She knelt down next to him and gave him a dazzling smile before taking his pulsing rod into her mouth. With a practiced tongue she swayed up and down, over and under his familiar pole. He grabbed her hair and let it run through his fingers as she played, enjoying her every movement. She loved the way he played with her hair and the noises he was making was really turning her on. The feel of him between her red lips had her thinking about the blissful way it always felt when her other lips were wrapped around him.

Cindy was starting to really need him inside her, so she stood up and swung a leg over his lap, lowering herself, feeling his hardness penetrate her. She fit him like a perfect glove. Her soft folds wrapping around him like no other. He loved her silky smoothness. He took her waist and lifted her body up, and slowly lowering her back down, and then repeating over and over, increasing the pace each time. It was almost as if he was stroking himself with her body. Then she started doing it. Cindy had a technique that she loved to use. She would contract and relax her muscles around him, like most women know how, but she had a way of doing it so that it would move in waves along the length of his shaft, driving him mad. 

They were so into their lovemaking, that they didn't hear the door open. Amy, one of the waitresses, had come into the room to grab some extra napkins. When she opened the door and found the two completely engrossed in each other, making love so beautifully, she was so shocked, she couldn't move. The two lovers had such a way with each other, totally expressing how much emotion and love that they had for the other with every gesture of their act. She could hear their moans drifting over to her, and the familiar scent of sex. She watched as Cindy's pretty breasts bounced as Cameron moved her up and down. She could see his thick shaft as it pierced his wife. Each time he lowered Cindy back down, his hardness disappearing into his wife, Amy felt a tiny spasm in her own heated box. How often she had wondered in passing, what his tool would look like, and here she was now, watching it piston in and out of a beautiful woman, glistening with her juices. She tried to leave, but was entranced by the lovers. Without even meaning to, she started to rub her own breast, playing with the nipple through her blouse. Doing this, she let out a little sigh.

Cindy and Cameron swiftly turned their heads to see where the sound had come from, but couldn't stop what they were doing, their passion had taken control of their bodies and there was no turning back. They could see Amy's nipples standing erect against her blouse, and the site made Cindy's excitement explode. Staring straight at Amy, feeling her husbands engorged man meat, her orgasm shook her body and soul. 

Amy was so embarrassed that she had been caught watching, she quickly turned and left, closing the door behind her. She liked Cameron too much to jeopardize his job, so she would never say a word about what she had seen.

Cindy kissed her husband deeply and whispered into his mouth that she needed to feel him cum inside her. He bored into her twice more and let go. His white hot liquid erupting deep within her cavern. Like always, this brought her to a wild climax. Her insides milking every last drop from him, nearly pulling the very essence from him. She rocked her hips making her waves of pleasure last as long as possible. Holding him tightly in her arms, her climax slowly faded away. 

Cameron kissed her cheek and pulled her back to look into her eyes. "Thank you, my love. You really shouldn't have," he told her teasingly. 

Squeezing her muscles on him one last time, she giggled and said "You know, I really liked watching you work. I think I'll come up here more often."



Happy Hour



"Happy Hour" blinked on and off in the window of a popular nightclub. Scores of people stood in line outside, wrapping around the block. The bar filled quickly. Smoke and laughter filtered throughout the cooled air in the club. Excitement stirred the crazed crowd, waiting for that night's adventure to begin.

He stood outside talking to the bouncer letting people enter the club. As he looked at the line forming his eyes connected with her. She and her friends walked past all the people waiting and entered the club. He cut his conversation short and followed her into what he hoped would become, one hell of a night.

Heads turned to catch a glimpse of her as she passed. Her walk showed poise and confidence. Guys shifted restlessly, uncomfortable with the heat rising in the room. Looks of envy flashed across a number of female faces in the bar.

She stood out from all the others. Dark as it was in the club, he could clearly see what she wore. A pale aqua top clung to her breasts, illuminating her perfect skin. He couldn't take his eyes off her long legs extending from her very short skirt. A slit in the skirt hinted at more.

He caught a better view of her legs as she continued to the bar. As she leaned toward the bartender, he felt a twinge of jealousy. He wanted those lips, had to have them, breathing those words, whatever they might be, into his ears. He moved to the end of the bar allowing himself a full view of her luscious ass. 

He felt the caress from her sexy voice as she placed her order for a drink. “Can you give me a ‘screaming orgasm’?” His cock twitched at this request. He laughed as he saw the shocked look on the bartender’s face. 

Manny usually handled flirtatious comments better than a blank stare. “Uh, I’m not sure what goes into that.” he said stumbling over the words he couldn’t believe came out of his mouth.

“Oh what goes into a screaming orgasm? Can you honestly tell me you don’t know this? Okay, I’ll humor you,” she leaned in to whisper in Manny’s ear. Her hot breathe turning him on even more than the drink request. “Bailey's, Grand Marnier, and Vodka. Pour on the rocks and into a highball glass.” 

The bartender placed a glass before her on the counter. He could see the look of lust flash in Manny’s eyes as she tipped him. He wanted to feel her hands in his, that body against his body. He wouldn't let anyone else have her. He would have her.

She turned in the direction of the dance floor watching the people dancing. He had just enough time to see a rather bold young man beg her for a dance, before needing to return to the disc jockey booth. The song started slowly, yet the beat had quickened by the time the two dancers joined her friends. He smiled as he realized he could watch her easily from behind the turntables.

She moved seductively against her partner. He watched a light illuminate her face to the beat of the music. He could imagine the young man's thoughts. He wished she would press against his body in that way. He could barely concentrate on the next mix of music. He hoped she would stop and catch a breath. She did. He frowned when he saw her blow the young man a kiss. She, with her friends, returned to the bar out of his sight. Not out of mind though, his hard on wouldn’t let him forget.

The ladies decided to take a short trip to the bathroom. As she walked, she could feel the exhilaration from dancing making her light-headed. That and the drink she just had. She glided by men, taunting them with her innocent aqua-blue eyes. She felt an urge to laugh and did so out loud.

As she exited the bathroom, the music began to slow. Guys raced toward her in anticipation of being her partner, perhaps for more than just a dance. She brushed past them, not even noticing them. Her friends laughed at the saddened faces. Only the fragrance of her sweet perfume lingered in the air.

With a new round of drinks in hand, the group of friends moved to the dance floor close to the stage by the D.J. booth. They placed their drinks on the darkened stage. She stood with her back to the stage as she danced slowly to a song that made her feel so sensual. A light began to flash on and off highlighting her. She turned to look into the booth, to see why the spotlight positioned precisely on her.

When she looked beyond the glass, he stood there waiting for her reaction. Her only thoughts were “How long had this man been here? How could I have overlooked him?” Tucked away in the booth, she would never have seen him without the signal. Had he really just motioned for her to come to the booth?

Always the daring one, she walked to the door of the booth. She stepped inside as he opened it placing her hand in his. He introduced her to his co-workers as if he had known her forever, rather than two seconds. He asked his buddy if he would take over the turntables and faced her.

“Could I buy you a drink?” Had he just asked her if he could buy her a drink? 

“Yes, thank you.” By all means, please do! This man is gorgeous! No, not just gorgeous, he is beautiful! His eyes, dazzlingly hazel green, looking directly into hers, read her every thought. I’m caught! Hook, line and sinker...Take me...I am yours. I just want to run my hand though that head of hair.

“We need to make a detour first,” He slipped his hand into hers. Wow, she is as soft as he'd imagined! He took her to the dance floor. There he let his arm rest around her tiny waist. He had never danced with anyone from the club before. Her scent filled him like sweet lilacs in the spring.

He instinctively knew how and where to touch her. Each felt that electric shock run through every part of their bodies. He glanced down at the woman in his arms. Cut so low, she almost needn't be wearing a blouse at all. His need grew more intense in that moment. Just dancing with her, made him pulse with excitement. 

She felt as if she were melting all over. As he pulled her closer, she could feel him rock hard against her pelvis. She gently ran her fingers through his hair, loving the silkiness of it in her hands. She moved enticingly against his body. The song hinting to what could happen between them if they would just give in to their desires. She moved down the length of his body as she danced with him, her mouth right where his cock wanted her to be. Sliding back up against him, she felt herself shudder, a ferocious need developing within her. 

He ran his hands down her back and grasped her ass. His eyes rolled into his head as he pulled her closer to him grinding against her. They moved together as if no one else were in the room Soon compelled by the rising passion burning within their bodies, he motioned to the door. She nodded in agreement, under a spell, in a trance. 

She let him lead her to a dead end street behind the club. Their desire so great could they couldn’t even make it to a car. Her hand on his chest moved to caress his face as she pulled him to her. She kissed him deeply, savoring the taste of brandy on his lips. Gently she bit at his lower lip as she felt his hands on her shoulders. His head dipped to take a nibble of one sexy shoulder then the next.

They leaned up against his car parked behind the club. Her leg wrapped around his leaving her vulnerable to the night air. Short skirt, no panties. She’d left the house wanting to feel sexy and this did it for her. Waiting for him to discover her secret made her drenched in anticipation.

His hands caressed her soft arms down to her waist grinding her against his erection, her heat deepening his desire. He wanted to taste her. He felt along her thigh revealing more now that her skirt had risen higher. Her skin so smooth, he wanted to run his tongue all over her. He couldn’t get enough of her. 

His hand moved further up her thigh enjoying the slow torture. Her face registered her pleasure and anticipation. He watched her bite her bottom lip. How cute. His hand reached her hip and moved to trace the seam of her lingerie…but she wasn’t wearing any.

He wanted her right then and there. Had to have her. She called out to him like no other woman. Her moans as his fingers slid along the inside of her thighs sang a melody caressing his ears. She, naked beneath her skirt sat open and ready for him. He could take her right here. The pleasure she showed on her face, with her sighs and the telling moisture at his hand between her legs made him decide to linger for a moment longer right here.

He traced the contours of her sex and eased a finger inside her feeling her hot, wet center. Sliding in and out watching her face as she gasped her surprise. He would not be able to control himself much longer. He had to taste her. He kneeled before her, silky smooth skin quivering for his touch. He licked his lips at the tantalizing view of her sitting on his car legs spread welcoming him.

His tongue ran along the lips of her sex lightly, savoring her flavor. He inhaled deeply memorizing her scent. Intoxicating. He bit her gently smiling at her intake of breath. Her body shook as his fingers slid into her pussy. His tongue flicked her clit in rhythm with his fingers coaxing her to a powerful orgasm. Her hips rose as she came arching her back under the neon sign blinking to the pulses radiating through her body. He continued to lick and suck while she rode the orgasm to another peak. Fingers still inside her feeling her walls tighten around him had him ache to be buried inside her. 

He stood up and laced his fingers through her hair. He pulled her close kissing her deeply. She sighed tasting herself on his lips. He yanked her head back and bit at her neck and shoulder eliciting a yelp of pleasure out of her while she came again at the coaxing of his fingers working her into another frenzy. 

As much as he wanted to slip his cock inside her, he wanted to prolong this evening, this moment. He brought her to his loft above the club. He popped a CD into his stereo and took her in his arms again. The rush, the contentment he felt at this moment overwhelmed him. He wanted this night to last forever. They slowly danced into the bedroom.

He placed her on the waterbed and stood back to watch her body as the water rolled beneath her. As he undressed her, he gently ran his hand across the soft skin he'd just uncovered. Slowly he traced every inch of her naked glorious body. Circling her breasts, flicking her nipples, pinching them as she pushed against his hands with a need overwhelming her.

He put his lips to hers and she moaned softly. He positioned himself between her long legs and lifted one up over his shoulder and the next. His cock slid over her wet clit, the head silky with precum and her juices. She arched her back indicating her need to receive him. His touch, gentle at first, caressed her thighs down to cup her ass and hold her hips as he buried deeply in her tight pussy. 

He moved. She moved. He increased the tempo and she complimented each thrust. Harder, faster, stronger, deeper, in, out, grind. Over and over. Her legs came to wrap around his waist pulling him roughly against her deep inside her. He withdrew and plunged deeply holding her hips. Her walls tightened around his shaft. With a cry of pleasure she came milking his cock with each wave of her orgasm. He thrust deep into her spurting his seed filling her. He watched her closely enjoying her pleasure written so clearly on her face. Their eyes locked. She never in her life felt so insatiable. She wanted more and more of him. She was filled with complete ecstasy. 

Happy hour started out as a slow dance and tango ended it.



Happy Hour



We tried to get together every month or so for either lunch or happy hour and tonight we met up for happy hour at this particularly comfortable bar – great food, good drinks and the bar usually wasn't overly noisy so it was easy to talk.

I'd flirted outrageously with this tall, funny, incredibly gorgeous man for months and he'd flirted back, but I hadn't been able to get a good feel for whether he'd let me push it to a physical thing. And I really wanted him between my sheets. We'd met through work and normally I wouldn't hit on someone I work with, but we don't really work "together". We'd had business lunches a couple of times then broke that personal, "after-hours" barrier by doing happy hours.

"Ok," he started, "what planet have you traveled to?!" as he reached out and touched my arm.

"Sorry." I said as his voice and touch snapped me back to the present and the noises of happy hour.

"Am I boring you this evening?"

"No, not at all." I said, "I was just...thinking." His eyebrow went up, he looked at me with a wry, half smile.

"Thinking? Thinking about what?" he asked.

"I was thinking of asking if you were going to eat that last mushroom. Yeah, that's it!" I said, then started again, "oh, I'm sure you're not interested in what I was really thinking." I said with a smile.

"You never know – I could be thinking the same things." He replied.

"You're thinking I can have that last mushroom then?" I asked as I forked it and brought it over to my plate and began to eat it.

"It'll cost if you want it." He joked.

"The mushroom? Or you?" I said, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I became much bolder than I'd been with him before.

"What do you think?" he asked, his eyebrow arched.

"Are you flirting with me kind sir?"

"No, not at all." He said and then paused. "Of course I am - you're funny, you tell great stories, your laugh is wonderful, you've a wicked sense of humor, you're downright nasty sometimes, and being around you makes me feel good." He explained.

"I bet I could make you feel good." I said in a low, throaty voice.

"I don't doubt that for a moment." he said, glancing at his watch. "Are you ready to go?"

"Oh, crap, we did it again, it's late." I said as I looked at my watch, grabbed my bag and got up to leave, pulling on my sweater.

He held the door open for me as we went out into the brisk night air. It was a beautiful clear night at the beginning of spring with just a touch of winter left in the air, the stars brightly shining and twinkling.

"My car's around back. What about yours?" I asked, watching my breath come out in clouds, pulling my sweater tighter around me.

"Next to yours actually – allow me to escort you to your car." He said.

"Why, thank you sir." I replied with a small curtsy.

We turned into a long, dark alley to get around to the back of the building where the cars were parked. There was a faint light in the alleyway coming from the parking lot lights. This would be one of those places I wouldn't be in if I were alone. Something about an alley that's dark, mysterious, with just a touch of danger has always intrigued me and I could feel that now, along with the sexual charge from being around this man. I felt my mind reeling with the thought of wanting to stop, push him against the wall and ravish him. The street was cobblestone and difficult to maneuver in my heels. He took my hand to help me balance as we walked along. 

"Oh shit," I said as we reached the halfway point in the alley. "My heel's stuck between two stones." I laughed and laughed as I tried to pull myself free, succeeding only in pulling my foot out of the shoe and onto the cold stones.

"See what I mean – you're too funny. Most women I know would be cussing up a storm if they were stuck - not laughing their asses off." He said.

"Well then don't just stand there laughing with me – help me get my shoe back!" I said as I knelt down to pull on my shoe, however, unsuccessfully.

He squatted down and pulled on my shoe several times with no luck. He gave it one final pull and out it came – and back he fell onto the stones flat on his butt.

"Oh shit," I said as I began to laugh even harder. 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh while you're sitting there on the ground, should I?" as I continued to laugh.

"No, you shouldn't." He began laughing as well.

He looked up at me, handing me my once stuck shoe. I gratefully accepted it and put it onto my now cold stocking foot. I grabbed his hands to help pull him up, although I'm sure he didn't need the help I just wanted to touch him again. He grasped both my hands firmly as he pulled himself up from the street. But he didn't let go when he was finally standing and neither did I.

Then he looked at me in a way I'd not seen before, pushed me back the few steps against the cold damp wall, next to a group of boxes stacked high and wide, the view of us blocked from the street, but not from the parking lot. He kept my hands in his, brought them to my side, pinned me against the wall, his body pressed into mine, my back pressed into the wall. He leaned down to me, his lips touching mine softly at first, then more urgently, our tongues tasting one another, gently exploring the other's mouth. As the kiss ended, I felt as though I was going to fall to the ground, my knees weak; my skin on fire.

"Wow." I said, breathlessly. "You have no idea how long I've wanted that."

"I bet I do - I've wanted it for a very long time, too." He said.

He let go of my hands, took my face in his hands and kissed me again. As we continued to kiss I ran my hands up his arms and onto his shoulders, around his neck, caressing the tender nape of his neck under his collar, my fingers softly touching the skin, throaty sounds coming from him telling me he was enjoying this. He stopped briefly, only to begin again on my neck, just under my ear, with gentle kisses down the side of my neck onto my collarbone, his tongue caressing the hollow in my neck. He pulled back slightly, my face still in his hands, his thumbs tracing the outline of my lips, my tongue peeking out, tasting his thumbs and wetting my lips at the same time. He looked at me again, the light in the alleyway catching his eyes, making them sparkle, a mischievous smile on his lips. He brought his lips back to mine again, softly, sensuously, one hand on my back, the other entwined in my hair. 

As we kissed, I could feel him against me, his cock growing hard. I reached to touch him, to caress him lightly, the fabric of his pants restraining his growing cock. He gave another of those low, throaty moans that lets you know you're doing all the right things. I slowly, gently, opened his belt, unzipped his pants and brought out his beautiful, hard cock. I stopped our kiss and turned him so that his back was against the wall. I looked up into his eyes, brought my hand to my mouth, licked the palm, grasped him firmly, and slowly slid his cock in and out of my hand as I watched the pleasure slide across his face. He leaned down again to kiss me, a slow, tender kiss. After a few minutes, I backed away slightly and knelt in front of him, my knees tender to the hard street below, all but my shoes hidden by the boxes. 

I took the very tip of his swollen cock into my mouth, my lips wrapped around the head, my tongue gently flicking the tender underside of his cock, the shaft firmly held in my hand. Ever so slowly, I took the rest of his cock into my mouth, wrapped my tongue around him like a snake wraps around a tree branch, taking more and more of him into my mouth until my nose was buried in his hair and the head of his cock touched the back of my throat. 

I took my time with this and hoped it would drive him crazy. I sucked him into my mouth again and again. At first very slow and deliberate; when I heard him get into a rhythm of moaning, I sped up, just a bit. Soon he was moaning loudly enough where, if there was anyone around, they would surely have heard him. I lightly massaged his balls as I sucked on his cock and the longer I did this, the louder he moaned. Soon, his hands grasped my head, his fingers in my hair. I suspected he was about to cum, so I backed away, holding just the head of his cock in my mouth, being very still. As his hands relaxed I began again, a little faster. I pushed him and backed off of him several more times until finally, I wanted to push him over the edge. He screamed as he came, his fingers grasping and pulling my hair, shooting his hot juices into my mouth. I swallowed every bit he shot out then sucked his still hard cock gently to be sure I'd gotten it all. He pulled my head away as he'd become too sensitive for even the slightest touch.

"Holy shit, woman." He said as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

"So," I began as I stood up and brought my hand up to lick my fingers, catching all he'd given me, "you enjoyed yourself? Or must I try harder next time to find what you really like?" I said as I chuckled, grinned and put his cock back into his trousers, zipped and buckled.

"You know, payback's a bitch, girl." He said as he took my hand once again and we continued our walk down the alley towards our cars. I could feel the wetness between my legs, the heat in my cheeks and I hoped that payback's really a bitch - I looked forward to his attempts to drive me insane.

When we reached the parking lot, he quickly turned me around and pinned me against my car, my back and legs against the cold steel. His mouth covered mine, his tongue caressed mine as we kissed. His hand under my shirt, onto my breast, his thumb and finger pinched my nipple through the sheer lace of my bra, making it hard; sending shivers through my body. I felt my pussy getting wetter each moment that his hands were on me, each second his lips touched me. His hand slid down from my breast, onto my belly, up under my short skirt, onto my pussy through the wet lace of my thong. I moved my legs apart, felt his fingers slide under the wet lace onto my hot, burning skin. We continued to kiss and I put my arms around his neck, my fingers in his hair. His fingers tugged at my shaved pussy lips, parted them; a fingertip found my swollen clit and rubbed it, his fingers knowing how to make me shudder as if we'd done this many times before. 

My breathing got heavier as he rubbed faster, faster, faster until I could no longer kiss him, I could only breathe. Just seconds away from coming, he stopped rubbing my clit, removed his fingers from my incredibly wet pussy, brought them to his mouth, and slowly sucked the wetness from them as one would lick their fingers clean of the butter from popcorn, his eyes focused on me, again sparkling in the streetlights. He reached behind me and pulled open my car door, holding my arm as I he gently pushed me into the car.

"I told you." He started as he leaned in and kissed me as I sat in my seat – the taste of my wetness on his tongue. "Payback's a bitch. Now go home – it's late."

"But," I stammered.

"No buts, go home." He said with that half smile of his. "And don't drive too fast – I don't want to get lost on the way." 

It took about 20 minutes to get back to my place and I was concerned that he might change his mind, but as I pulled into a parking space near my apartment, he pulled his Volvo in next to my sassy little blue car.

Out of my car, I went over to his, stood so that he could see me through his windshield, in the shine of his headlights and motioned with my index finger – come hither - for him to join me. The lights switched off and he got out of the car. He followed me to the alcove of my building, his fingertips under my hair, grazing the back of my neck as we walked along, his touch sending shivers throughout my body.

I unlocked and opened the door, allowed him in first then followed behind and locked the door behind us. He walked into the living room while I kicked off my shoes and stopped in the kitchen.

"Would you like something to drink? I've got a really good cabernet, or a beer, or maybe a 7&7 for you?" 

"So you've been paying attention when we drink." He said.

"You'd be surprised what I pay attention to."

"No, I don't think I would be surprised at all with what you pay attention to." He said with a smile.

He sat on the sofa as I brought out our drinks. I started up the Bose with some soft jazz, the soft, sensual sound of sax music – the kind that just makes you feel sexy. I settled down into my chair – we weren't sitting together, as I liked to be able to look at him easily, and looking at him got me even hotter.

"So tell me," I started, "what brings you here?"

"I shouldn't be here, but you intrigue me and it feels as if I can't help myself. I need to be with you... to experience you."

I stood up, took a drink of my wine, set the glass down on the table and stepped over to him as he sat on the couch. I lifted up my skirt a bit to straddle him as he sat there, drink in hand. Once I was settled in his lap, I took the drink out of his hand, enjoyed a drink of it, sucking in a small ice cube, and sat his glass on the table next to mine.

I leaned in and kissed him, very gently, my lips just grazing his, then softly licked his lips with my cold tongue. A small moan escaped from his lips as his eyelids fluttered closed and his head leaned back onto the soft cushions of the sofa. 

I kissed him again, my tongue touching his lip lightly, my teeth pulling at his lower lip. I felt his cock growing hard under me. I kissed him deeply as I unbuttoned his shirt, his skin hot under the fabric. I pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned the last two buttons as well as the cuff buttons. I reached over, got his drink again, and sucked another ice cube out of the glass, keeping it in my cheek. As I moved his shirt away from his chest, my hands rubbed his exposed skin, my icy tongue flicked his exposed nipples, my cold lips wrapping around them, my cold teeth nipping them, his moans increasing in volume, his hands holding the edge of the sofa. I kissed his neck, his ear, my teeth grasping his earlobe, sucking it into my mouth ever so gently, careful not to breathe too loudly into his ear. I felt him growing harder still underneath me and moved my body around to rub his cock with my damp pussy and his chest with my breasts. His breathing deepened, his arms now around me, enveloped me in their warmth. I moved off of him and pulled at his belt, pulling him up off of the sofa and leading him down the short hallway to my bedroom.

I left him standing at the doorway for just a moment, lit a few candles, bathing the room in soft light then guided him in. I finally had him where I wanted him! I removed his shirt as I slowly pushed it off his shoulders, let it fall to the floor. I kissed his bare chest, one hand pinched his right nipple while my mouth found the left and began to lightly suck it. I unbuckled his belt once again, unzipped his pants and let them fall. He stepped out of his shoes and pants as I guided him towards the bed, turning him so his back was to the bed, pushing him closer and closer to the edge until his knees buckled, forcing him to sit down.

I knelt on the floor, pushed his legs apart as he sat on my bed, put myself between them and took his cock into my mouth as I'd done earlier in the evening. This time though, it was much slower. I switched between having just the head of his cock in my mouth to taking in all I could, sucking lightly as I brought him out of my mouth and into my wet hand to continue the sensation. I listened closely and knew that he was coming closer and closer to his orgasm. When I felt it was oh so close, I'd shift what I was doing to back him down a bit in intensity. From the noises I heard, I knew I was frustrating him but it didn't matter.

I heard the music from the other room, smelled the light fragrance the candles gave off, the musky odor of his body, the smells from the bar that had traveled home with us on our clothes. I could feel the heat in my body accentuating the perfume I wore mixed with the smell of my own sexual excitement. The music, the aromas, it was a heady experience.

He lay back on the bed, his arms to his side, enjoying the sensations. I dialed down the intensity, holding his cock near my mouth, treating him like a lollipop – flicking my tongue against the tip every so often, licking the length of his hard shaft. I looked up through the hair that had fallen over my face and found him watching what I was doing and I watched him back – it was a huge turn on watching him watch me suck his cock.

"That feels amazing," he said breathlessly, "I love watching your tongue play with my cock. But now I want you to lie down and let me do what I want to do to you."

I reluctantly let go of his slick, wet cock and stood up. He sat on the edge of the bed, his arms around my waist and back and pulled me close to him, his head resting on my chest, my hands caressing his hair and his face. It was a tender gesture I had not expect, but enjoyed tremendously.

He ran his warm hand up the back of my shirt to the closure of my bra and deftly undid all four sets of hooks. In one very smooth move, he lifted my shirt and bra over my head and tossed it to the floor.

His hands cupped my breasts as they were now free from their lace prison, his fingers pinching my nipples making them harder and harder. 

"That feels so good," I said as he took my nipple fully into his mouth and clamped his teeth down, biting first gently, then harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands running through his silver hair as I moaned my appreciation.

He kept his teeth clamped on my nipple, his hands on my back again, this time unzipping my short black skirt and letting it fall to the floor, my black stockings and lace thong now exposed. He grasped my ass with both hands, kissed my soft round belly, holding me close to him. I enjoyed his touch as his hands slid around my hips and between my legs, tugging on my underwear, pulling it down to my ankles.

He stood up, kissing my body on the way up, engaging in a deep kiss before he sat me on the bed, pushed my knees apart, knelt down and put himself between my legs. 

He kneeled there, his fingers traced the folds of my pussy lips which got wetter as he touched me, his fingers spread my glistening lips apart, and pulled back the hood of my clit, exposed it to the cool air in the room. He touched my clit with the tip of his tongue. I moaned as he sucked my clit into his mouth, biting it gently, pulling at it ever so slightly. He held my pussy lips apart with one hand while the other found my warm, wet, hole aching for his fingers to be inside.

"Oh My God," I said as I lay back onto the bed, "that's incredible."

He continued to lick and suck my clit, my body tensing as I came closer and closer to my orgasm, hands resting on top of his head, caressing his hair, tugging at it the closer I came to my climax. He inserted all of his fingers into my incredibly wet pussy, one by one, ever so slowly then taking them out. He put his index finger back in and continued to rub the inside searching for that special sweet spot, his wet pinky in my ass, my moans even deeper as he moved his fingers in and out of me in rhythm, using his thumb to rub my swollen clit.

"Do you like this? Is this what you want? Is this what you've needed me to do to you?" he asked before he clamped his mouth over my clit once again.

"Oh, God, yes. Please don't stop." I said as I could feel the waves of my orgasm come upon me. But he stopped and pulled away, my climax stopped before it started.

"Good Lord, what are you doing to me?" I pleaded.

"Payback's a bitch, remember?" he said as he stood, pulled me off the bed, turned me around and pushed me onto the bed, onto my hands and knees. His hard, throbbing cock stuck straight out from his tall, slender body.




Happy Hour



"Just get inside me!" I begged as I looked at him over my shoulder.

I felt the head of his rock hard cock touch my slick, swollen pussy lips. I pushed back against his cock, his hands grasping my hips, pulling me onto him as far as he could. He rocked back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my slippery pussy, at first slowly but picking up speed. 

I reached through my legs to play with his balls as he fucked me. "God, that feels good" he said.

"Yes, it does." I said breathlessly, feeling the sweat building up on my body as my orgasm continued to build.

He moved in and out of me slowly, then fast, slowly then fast, driving me completely crazy. I stopped touching his balls and placed my fingers on my engorged clit to rub it as he thrust in and out of me faster and faster, as I needed to cum.

"Harder and faster," I pleaded, "Fuck me really hard."

"Your wish is my command." He replied as his body banged against my ass.

I heard his moans build as his orgasm began, his hands gripping my hips, thrusting harder and harder, then suddenly holding me in place, his cock pulsing inside of me. I came a fraction of a second after him, the waves washed over me, I was sure I was going to pass out, the pleasure so extreme.

We remained locked in that position until we could breathe regularly again. He released his grip on me, slid his still erect cock out of my pussy slowly. I collapsed on the bed, rolled over and looked at this gorgeous man standing at the edge of my bed, his relaxing cock glistening with my juices.

I sat back up, grasped his cock in my hand and guided it into my mouth yet again, licking the mingled juices of us both, wanting to get every last drop.

"God, Sherri, do you ever get enough?" he asked as he pulled away, too tender to touch and moved towards the bed.

"No, not really." I answered.

"That," I began as he lay down on the bed, "was jungle fucking at its best" I said with a laugh.

"What?"

"Jungle fucking. Don't tell me you've never heard of it?"

"No."

"Well, there's different kinds of sex – at least for me. There's solo sex."

"Right – we all indulge in that one upon occasion." He said with a sly smile.

"Then there's 'regular sex' – it's ok and takes care of the stress, but not the best you've ever had."

"Right."

"Then there's 'making love' which is fabulous because of the connection that two people can have. Candle light, romance, soft music all that stuff"

"Yeah."

"Then," I said, "there's jungle fucking. No holds barred, sweat inducing, fist clenching, muscle tightening, no doubt about it, outstanding sex."

"You're right about that one!" he said as we both began laughing.

We lay in one another's arms for a few minutes then got up to dress. 

I walked him to the door where we kissed again before I opened the door for him, letting him step outside the door.

"I'll talk with you soon." He said as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him and kissed me again. 

"Oh yeah, you're still working on some projects for me, aren't you? How are you coming with those things?" I asked as I laughed and pushed him out the door, knowing that this wasn't the end, but only the beginning. Ah, the thoughts I was having of future encounters...



Happy Hour



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.




My coworker, Christine, had once threatened that, after a few happy hour drinks, she might just put a smooch on me. This went a little beyond our usual flirting, but I still never expected it was anything more than that. How wrong I was. Christine was a Landscape Architect with short, brown hair, a nice, full ass and substantial tits. We'd started at the company around the same time so, since we really didn't know very many of our coworkers, ended up becoming friends. As we'd gotten to know our new coworkers better, we still ended up hanging out a lot as a result of that initial bond.

One day after work, for a change of pace, a bunch of us went to happy hour at a bar we'd never frequented before. After a couple of hours and a number of drinks, Christine asked me where the restrooms were. I tried to explain, but it was complicated and we were both buzzed, so she asked me to please just show her. The restrooms were actually out of the way and behind a large closed door. I wondered if everyone else was just holding it or they'd found somewhere else to go. I went into the men's room and emptied my bladder while Christine, I assumed, did the same in the ladies' room.

When I came out of the men's room, I ran right into Christine in the little foyer. She'd clearly been waiting for me and, with no one else around, spread her arms out to me. I thought I was in for a little drunken hug, but she pressed her pelvis against me and stretched up to kiss me. My hands slid down to grasp her ass as our tongues darted into each others mouths. My cock grew rigid against her abdomen as we made out and I squeezed her ass. She broke the kiss after a minute or so to tell me that the ladies' room was empty. I caught her meaning right away and she led me through the door.

We moved immediately to the handicapped accessible stall, which was much larger than the others. Christine bolted the door and turned to me. She stretched to kiss me again while her hands went to work on my belt. I was running my hands through her short, dark hair while our tongues explored each other's mouths as she unzipped my slacks and let them drop to the floor. She caressed the bulge in the front of my briefs before lowering them, too, to the floor. My cock stood straight out, peeking from below my shirt tail, while Christine stroked it and cupped my balls. She gradually maneuvered around and sat on the toilet so that her head was at the level of my cock. Holding the base in the hand that had been stroking it while the other still caressed my balls, she wrapped her lips around the head and slid them down. I moaned softly and ran my fingers through her short hair as her mouth moved up and down my tool. She only sucked me long enough to ensure that I was fully rigid and that I was aware that she was no slouch when it came to cocksucking.

I had closed my eyes and leaned my head back when she removed her mouth from my cock and told me to sit as she stood up. I sat on the toilet seat while she stood before me and raised the front of her long skirt up to her waist. She wore black bikini panties, which I discovered to be quite damp as I rubbed my fingers over the front of them. I grasped both sides of her panties and slid them over her ass and down her legs, watching as her trim, brown bush was revealed. She stepped out of her panties and reached back to hang them on the hook on the back of the stall door while my middle finger explored her now uncovered slit. Her juices coated my finger as I slid it up into her before gently stroking her clit while my free hand was under the back of her skirt, massaging her bare ass.

She allowed me to stimulate her pussy briefly before she was ready to fuck, so I took my hands away from her pussy and ass, placing them on her hips and pulling her closer to me. Still holding her skirt up at her waist, she straddled me, lowering herself down as I guided my rock hard cock into her. We groaned in unison as she slid down on my tool and started to slowly ride me. Her boobs, still covered by her black shirt, sat right before my face so, as she was moving up and down, I pushed her shirt up above her breasts, exposing her black bra. I had frequently stared at her big beauties, hopefully pretty discreetly, and was anxious to see if they looked as I had so often pictured them. I caressed them first, feeling her hard nipples pressing against the thin black material and gently tugging them, before reaching back to unfasten her bra. As she continued to ride me, I raised the cups up to reveal her luscious tits, topped with large areolas and thick, hard nipples.

As I caressed the soft, smooth flesh, I brought my mouth down to lick and suck her hard nipples, losing myself in her tits while she humped my cock, gripping the railings on either side of us. I alternated licking each of her nipples and, gradually, ran my hands down over her waist and around to her ass. I squeezed and massaged her cheeks while licking and sucking her nipples as she continued to ride me harder and faster. Her pussy, which had felt incredible when I'd first slipped into it, was getting even hotter and more slippery the longer she rode me. Because it was also quite snug, I was beginning to feel the stirrings of an orgasm as a result of the incredible level of pleasure her pussy was providing. As her moaning got louder, I wondered what would happen if somebody was to walk in and was quite surprised that no one had yet.

I raised my head when it seemed as though she was right on the verge of cumming and watched the raw passion in her facial expressions before I couldn't help but drop my eyes back down to stare at her tits. They truly were more impressive than I had imagined and, while watching them bounce, I could feel my orgasm continuing to build. When Christine started to cum, she slowed her pace considerably and her tits ceased bouncing but I could feel her entire body trembling. Her breathing was harsh and she moaned softly until she finally went still, sitting on my hard cock. I started to play with her tits again as she was catching her breath and, once she opened her eyes and started to ride me again, I asked if she'd like to be taken from behind. She smiled and nodded, then continued to ride me for a few more minutes before climbing off of me. I stood and moved behind her, flipping her skirt up to reveal her bare ass as she bent over and leaned on the toilet.

I couldn't resist and had to squat down to kiss and nibble her ass while massaging it, before running my tongue from her pussy up between her cheeks and over her anus. My cock was throbbing so I stood again and guided it back into her pussy, easily sliding all the way in until my hips touched her ass. As I started to slide my cock in and out of her again, relishing the hot, slippery feel of her snug pussy, I noted that she reached one hand back between her thighs to caress her clit. Once I had a good rhythm going, I slipped my own hands around from her hips to cup her swinging tits, caressing the soft flesh and gently pinching her hard nipples. My orgasm continued to build, a bit more rapidly now that I was controlling the pace and I was no longer concerned with leaving her in the dust. As it got closer, I ended up releasing her succulent tits and taking her by the hips again, pulling her back against each of my thrusts.

I was savoring the feel of her pussy as my cock started to swell even more in anticipation of blasting a load deep into her. She was moaning softly with each thrust, but I wasn't expecting to get her there again and was selfishly just thinking of my own pleasure at that moment. I was watching her ass jiggle as my hips tapped against it until I finally exploded into her with a moan of pleasure. I kept fucking her as my load pumped into her and was pleasantly surprised when I felt her cum again before I'd finished. Once we were both spent, I pulled out and she straightened up, turning to make out with me again. Her skirt dropped down to cover her ass, but I still massaged it, relishing the feel but certain that this wouldn't be my last opportunity.

"Let's go someplace more comfortable," she whispered when she finally pulled her mouth from mine. We pulled our clothes back on, though I convinced her to go without her panties and let me hang onto them, then went back to the bar and excused ourselves. From there, we headed to her place for a sleepless, sweaty, passion-filled night.



Happy Hour and Graduate Studies



We were sitting in a college bar called Ozzie's enjoying happy hour with some of her graduate student friends. 

"You know what happens when I drink," she smiled during a moment we had alone as the others had gone to the bar.

"Yes, I do. I'm counting on it. I let my fingers trace up her thigh under the table and kissed her neck softly. She shivered slightly.

After some laughs and three or four rounds of drinks we were on our way home.

"I'm so horny right now," she whispered in my ear as we walked along toward our apartment, which was in a large house that had been divided into four flats — two up and two down. Two upstairs and two down. We lived downstairs. 

I turned her and kissed her deeply as she got her key to the door. This kind of thing in even a semi-public place like the entryway to our home would have been embarrassing to her if not for the impact of the bourbon and cola.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned softly as my hands reached down and squeezed her butt cheeks. "You're being a very naughty boy," she giggled.

"I plan to get a whole lot naughtier."

"You better." 

Susan's early sexual experiences were, to say the least, bad. The say the most, they probably met the definition of date rape. She found it hard to relax in sexual situations since then. She had a tendency to tense up and end her pleasure just when her climax was approaching. It only changed when alcohol was added to mix and she was with someone she trusted, if not loved. She had gone six years between sex partners. It was honor, if that's the right word, to be the one who had made it past her walls. 

Most saw her has the buxom (40DD) brunette whose hair was a little out of style. She was probably carrying 30 pounds too many, but most of those extra pounds seemed to find the top and bottom of her hour glass shape. She was a graduate student who most thought was five years older than she was. Her demeanor was professional, but friendly. She was, as mean it might sound, one of those kinds of people you wouldn't notice in a crowd. People were shocked when she began seeing me. An 18-year old freshman. 

We reached the small bedroom at the back of our apartment. 

" I feel like a bitch in heat," she said. I was only slightly taken aback by her coarseness. Booze didn't make her want to make love, or fool around, or have sex. It set her loose to be wild and wanton and the opposite of what anyone but me suspected, let alone knew. She loved to fuck when the mood was right.

She looked to me with her smoldering green eyes that seemed sightly glazed and somehow still bright and full of desire. She licked her lips slightly and and began to unbutton her blouse. 

"Is this old," I asked as I trace my fingers along her collar bones and the hint of her cleavage.

"Yes, it's about ready for the trash, actu —" 

I grabbed both lapels of it and ripped it wide open and buried my face in her breasts.

"OHHHH fuckkkk...." She murmered and pulled my head closer to her ample breasts. I kissed and licked and inhaled the smell of the Obsession perfume she had misted over them hours ago. It took my breath away as I kissed the warm creamy skin.

My hands moved up her hips, under her ruined blouse in the back and unhooked her bra. She sighed at the release. I kissed her hard and deep, our tongues slightly teasing as her bra was moved out of the way and blouse found its way to the floor. I kissed her again....sucking softly at her lower lip and then lower. To her neck, her throat.

I could feel her hands working at my pants and shirt as my kissed found her shoulder...I ran my tongue down the inside of her arm and back.

Her fingers found my cock and began to stroke me. I kicked my pants to the side and she unzipped her skirt as my I began to trace her sweet full breasts with the tip of my tongue.

MMmmmm, I heard as my tongue found her hardening nipples. I sucked gently, then she pushed my head to her tits hard. "Suck them, lick them" 

I complied and sucked her nipples harder and deeper. They were always a hot button for her. I'd heard that ladies with larger breasts had less sensitive nipples, but not Susan. I tugged slightly. "Ohhh yess. Yess. bite them." I teased using the lightest pressure from the edge of my teeth on those hard pink caps 

Her fingers were rubbing just behind my balls teasing me as I continued kissing down her body. Her chest, hips, ribs, my tongue trailing her curves and feeling her shudder in anticipation. 

I pushed her back to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor in front of her. She laid back and began to set her glasses on the night stand. 

"No," I said. "Keep them on. I want you to be able to see it all." She smiled as I ran my tongue from the inside of her knee up her thigh. My hands were under her knees, and I lifted her legs over my shoulders and plunged my tongue into her pussy with no warning. 

She gasped hard and I kissed her sweet wetness fully, deeply, sucking the essence of her want. 

"Your pussy taste so sweet," Susan."

"mmmmmm" 

I pushed my face deeper into her sucking, licking, swirling my tongue over the petals of her pussy. I sucked softly at her clit and let my tongue massage along the hood and sides over and over, changed the rhythm to match her hips.

My hands moved up and I fondled those full, wonderful tits, pinching her nipples as I tongue fucked her. I loved the dampness of the v-shaped curls near her pussy. I lapped harder and faster and moved a hand, sliding a finger inside her. 

Her hips trembled and she pushed my hand away, replacing it with her own. It was her way. Her early experiences had made it too hard to let go and leave the moment of her climax to anyone else. She needed the control, but I could surely help. My tongue moved faster as she fingered herself.

"Gnhhhhhhh. Yesss. Yessss. mmmmm. Ohhhh." I could feel her pussy begin to gush and her hips tremble. I reached up and rolled her nipples lightly as she worked her pussy.

"Yesss. Ohhhhhh God, Ohhh yes yesssssssss. FUCKKKKKKK . Her hips began to convulse and she came hard and long, trembling on the bed, giggling, almost crying at time, panting hard.

"That is the most beautiful thing to see in this world," I said. "I love to watch you cum."

"I want you in me," She said. Her eyes even more sultry than before. 

I began to go to the dresser for a condom. 

"No. I should be good for another week. I want to feel you, just you, in me." 

This was rare, but I was too horny to say no. And, she was a woman blessed with a virtual clock like cycle.

"Come here and fuck me," she whispered.

I smiled. "Still feel like a bitch in heat?" I asked. Her earlier comment stuck in my mind.

She nodded and scooted to the edge of the bed and began stroking me. "You have such a nice cock," 

"I'm going to fuck you like you're a bitch in heat," 

"Ohhhhh. yeah," she teased me. "Do it big boy." 

I pushed her back on to the bed. She was on her back and began to spread her legs.

"No baby," I said. "On your hands and knees. "I told you. I'm going to fuck you like you were a bitch in heat." 

She gasped slightly as I ran the head of my hard cock up and down the lips of her pussy. I felt her push back, and began to sink inside her warm wetness. We both moaned softly. I moved forward, her back. I could feel her heat travel up my hard shaft until I was buried inside her. My hips firmly against her big heart shaped ass. 

"Ohhhhh. I can feel you squeezing me," I whispered. 

"I can feel you so deep in me, baby." 

I ground myself against her and let my hands move under hear, cupping her full breasts, fondling them as I began slow shallow strokes into her. I could feel her nipples harden and heard her low soft moans begin to turn to almost grunts with each stroke. I began to tease her nipples a little more roughly. 

"Mmmmmm. yes. yessssss, baby, yesss," she purrred. "Pump my pussy. Fill me...fuck me." She pushed back to me, but I teased her by almost pulling all the way out.

My arms reached out and placed her hands on the head board of bed. 

"Are you ready for this, Susan?" 

"For what?" I told her to hold on to the head board tightly, and I felt her tremble in desire. My hands held her wonderful tits.

I pinched her nipples hard and arched back, driving deep in her at the same time. 

"Ohhhhh uhhhhh. Ohhh Fuccccccck," she nearly screamed. I pulled back. "Again?" I asked. 

"Oh God yes, pleeeeeeeaseee. Do it. Fuck me baby. Fuck me." 

I needed no more encouragement. The sights and sounds were overwhelming. I thrust deep into her fast and hard, adjusting to her movements, doing what I could to give her what she needed and wanted. 

"I'm so deep in your sweet pussy, baby," I hissed. She reached back and began to tease herself as I was inside her, thrusting, I could feel her gripping me. 

"Yes. Yes. Yessss," she whispered over and over. I did so, "Don't stop, don't stop... Fuck me. Pump me. FIll me up. Do it, do it." 

" I could feel the quivering of her pussy from the inside. She'd never cum with me inside her, and it made me that much more aroused. 

"Cum with me, she whispered, almost crying. "Cum in my pussy. Don't you dare pull out of me." CUM CUMMM CUMMMMMMING" I could feel her wetness gush over me, the wet sounds of her aroused self mixing as I groaned and felt jet after jet of hot semen leaving me and going deep into her.

I collapsed on top of her, still thrusting into her welcoming pussy. The wetness covering my cock, balls and thighs. We were both gasping for breath, and she was almost crying almost laughing. 

"I'm so happy I came with you inside me," she said. We held one another tightly for hours, falling asleep without even cleaning up.



Happy Hour at McCool's



She smiled to herself as she logged off the computer and shut off the desk light. Everyone else had gone home and the office was quiet as she gathered her belongings and searched for her keys. Maggie decided to forgo the sneakers she usually changed into for the long walk to the car, feeling sexy in the black stilettos she was wearing. She wasn't in a hurry anyway. Smoothing her skirt over her hips, she brushed her hair and quickly reapplied her lip gloss. She had no plans for the evening, but she'd spent the last hour flirting over email and was feeling very sexy. 

As she closed the door to her office and headed out to the parking lot, she played back the conversation in her head. Maggie knew she had crossed a line somewhere in there, but had she gone too far? She hoped that she hadn't. She always pushed her limits, and that's what she liked about him – he was the first man she'd met who really pushed his. They had joked around as colleagues for almost a year, but mostly it had been sarcastic commentary back and forth, with no more than a healthy dose of innuendo. But something about that day was different, for each of them. They stepped farther over the line than they ever had before and it had gotten personal. 

Just as she was getting into her car her phone rang. "Hello?" It was him. 

"Hey Mags. After I hung around so long chatting with you, I missed my train. A buddy of mine on the watch offered to drive me home since I don't have my car here, but he's on a crappy shift schedule and doesn't get off for another couple of hours. I thought maybe I'd take you up on that happy hour invitation, if you're still interested?"

"Right now? Sure! Where can I meet you?"

"How about McCool's? I'll walk over and Tony can pick me up there when he's off."

"Sounds great. I'll see you when I get there."

Her heart had started beating faster. This was it – they'd talked about going out for a drink for months but it had never materialized. He had a wife and kids and a train to catch everyday, and she wasn't the kind of woman to mess with that. But today things were different. Nearly giddy with anticipation, she headed to the pub. 

He saw her when she walked in and immediately waved her over to a tall booth in the corner. 

"Hey! Thanks for meeting me. I just couldn't stand the thought of staring at that computer until Tony got off and I besides, I knew you had already left and wouldn't be there to entertain me."

"Well, I'm here now! …And always happy to entertain!" she smiled. 

"Yeah, I'll bet you are. So… you had to leave just when our discussion was getting interesting…"

She sighed and smiled that deviant grin, "Well, you know Jack, there's some things that are just too hard to explain without a drink." 

"Oh, indeed. Let's do something about that, by all means!" He ordered a pitcher and smiled, "I'm thinking you'll have plenty of explaining to do." 

He had picked a rounded booth in the corner and sat along the back wall, so no matter which side she picked, she would be next to him, instead of across from him. She sat down with little distance between them and the feel of him so close to her was intoxicating. 

"So, where were we exactly? What was it that you had wanted to know?" she asked.

"I was asking about your type of guy… until you threw me that curveball with the sorority girl comment," he said.

"Ahh. Right. Well, it's not too complicated, really. And for the record, I do like men. I like smart guys. I like men that think, that laugh, and that wonder. I'm not sure there's anything sexier to me than intelligence, humor, and confidence. That's key. I hate wimps. I don't know what to do around quiet people and indecision drives me crazy."

"I can understand that. So you like guys that are smart and funny and have balls. Okay. What else? What does your ideal guy look like? What does he say? What does he think?"

"I'm not too picky actually, the other stuff is more important to me…"

"BUT???" he prodded.

"But if it was totally up to me," she conceded, "He would be full grown, in every sense. I can't stand guys that have no life experience… that don't know who they are or what they want. They have to have lived a little and been around the block. It makes them more interesting," she smiled, "…and I want him to be tall enough for me to wear heels and still be no more than eye level – I like to play rough sometimes and I don't want to worry about throwing him around. And he shouldn't be too pretty, or too perfect. I like a guy that's not afraid to get dirty."

He raised his eyebrows as he poured more beer for each of them. "Dirty huh? I agree," he grinned, "Something tells me that you could probably be dirty as me." 

"Oh, I bet I could give you a run for your money, that's for sure," she said, leaning a little closer and flashing that same devilish 'I dare you' smile that told him she was up for anything. 

He had known he was on dangerous ground when he called her. She already invaded his thoughts and he hadn't ever gotten to spend any time with her outside of work, and now he was sitting just inches from her, talking about how she liked her men, her drinks, and her sex… all straight up, with a twist. 

"So… what did you mean when you said you had a rule against sorority girls?" he asked.

She smiled, "I meant exactly that. As a general rule, I hate everything about every one I've ever met. They turn me off."

He paused and then prodded, "So… that means other women…turn you on?" he asked quietly.

"Well, you said once that you thought I was fun. You said that I had a great capacity for joy, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well, I have a great capacity for a lot of things, actually. I think of myself as a very reciprocal person. Whatever I get from anyone else, I give back 110%."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"If someone is an asshole to me, then I will make them miserable. And trust me, I'm good at it. Better than you might imagine and you probably want to know. But if someone is good to me, then I am very, very, good to them. So if I'm with a man who is generous, sexually, then I will do everything I can to please him… and most men I've met want to be with, or at least watch, two women having fun together more than anything. ...Besides, sometimes they can be a lot of fun!"

"So…" he sat there, transfixed, unable to finish his thought.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't have 'relationships' with women. But attractive women are attractive… period, and I enjoy playing with them if they're fun and not too hung up about it. Just no sorority girls. Like I said, they piss me off and kill my mood." 

"Hmmm..." He took a deep breath, feeling the effects of his drinks as blood was rushing away from his brain to other parts of his body.

"Surely that can't be such an unbelievable thing, can it?" she asked.

"Well, plenty of people profess to be 'open-minded' but you have to know that it's not really a common trait, right Maggie? And even if they are, they're usually not so upfront about it. Or so un-manipulative. I've dated a lot of women and I've been married twice, I've certainly never come across that kind of blanket offer before. Not really. Just teases, or worse… women that bring such things up, hoping I'll be the one guy who says it doesn't interest him and calling me a pig when I tell them it does."

"That's a shame," she said, lowering her voice to add, "'Cause I would certainly have tried anything you cared to suggest." 

With that, she emptied her glass and he stared at her smooth neck as she swallowed, watching the delicate muscles in her throat and getting harder wondering what they would feel like. He snapped back to the present when he felt her hand brush his as she reached for the nearly empty pitcher. 

"So, what about you? You know more about what I like, now it's your turn to spill," she said.

"Well, we're going to need some more drinks if it's my turn!" He caught the bartender's eye and held up the empty pitcher. "I like women that can let loose and have fun. I can't stand people that are uptight, that get offended over stupid little things, or that can't laugh at themselves and the world. I like women that have personality, that have interests, and that interest me."

"So… what kinds of interests interest you, then?" she asked. "What strikes you as fun in a woman?"

He paused; he could feel her leg next to his under the table, pressing against him. Looking directly at her, he dared her to take things one step further. "I would love a woman that got physical with me in public." 

"Oh really?" she asked, a sly smile touching the corners of her lips. "How physical?" 

He felt her hand on his thigh, squeezing him, pulling him a little closer to her. He flushed and tried to steady himself with several deep breaths as she stared wickedly, daring him to go on. 

"Um… well…" His breathing got harder as she reached into his lap and ran her fingernails along his stiffening cock, under his pants. "When I was in college I used to fantasize about having sex in the library."

"Wanna know what I fantasize about?" she asked mischievously, grinning as she felt his hand working it's way up from her knee.

"Is this really happening?" he thought as he worked his fingers under her skirt, trying to ruin her composure and wondering how far she'd let him go. He didn't need to encourage her much.

"I have always fantasized about having sex in the bathroom upstairs here. They're clean and they have great mirrors, above the sink and beside the door."

"So you like to watch yourself get fucked, huh?" He watched her eyes narrow and her mouth open, just slightly, as his fingers found the damp lace of her panties. 

"Mmmhmm…" she mumbled, biting her lip and spreading her legs just a little to give him more room. Her head reeled and she tried to steady her drink as she felt him pull aside the meager fabric and tease her aching pussy. 

"Well," he said, unable to believe it as it came out of his mouth, "What are you waiting for?" 

He slowly withdrew his hand and squeezed out of the booth; thankful to be able to turn his back to the rest of the bar and hide his erection, and headed up the stairs at the back of the room. Unable to move at first, she regained her senses and quickly ducked out after him and headed up the stairs. She felt him grab her as she opened the door, pulling her inside and pinning her against the wall, crushing his lips to hers. Months of flirting and innuendo had built up the passion that now burned as they pawed at each other's bodies and struggled to free each other from their clothes. 

Kissing her deeply, Jack lifted her skirt and quickly removed her flimsy panties, stuffing it in his pocket. She leaned against the wall and wrapped a leg around him as he ground his throbbing cock against her hungrily. Unable to get enough of him that way, she kissed him hard, and pushed him back toward the sinks. She dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. He leaned against the basin, bracing himself as he felt her hot, wet lips encircle him. 

"Oh FUCK. Yeah! Ohhhh!!! FUCK!!!" he yelled as she worked her tongue around his cock. She began to massage his balls and he instinctively wound his fingers through her hair, holding her steady as he began to thrust his hips, fucking her face. The feel of her tonsils against his head and her nose in his pubic hair was too much and he had little time to warn her before shooting streams of hot cum down her throat. 

She relaxed her throat and slowly began to remove herself, licking the remaining cum from his shaft as she went.

"Oh God, Maggie, shit! That was fucking incredible!" he panted. She smiled up at him, licking her lips as he helped her onto the countertop. "Now it's my turn!" he grinned as he held her feet on either side of his head and kissed his way up her thigh. 

Her skirt was around her waist and she was breathing hard, with her mouth open and her head back, as he began to lick around her wet lips. He snaked his tongue up her slit and began to circle her clit, making her moan with pleasure. 

"Mmmm… Jack… Ohhhh FUCK…yessss!!" She squirmed and bucked against him as he ravaged her with his tongue, thrusting it inside her and making love to her with his mouth. He brought her legs up over his shoulders and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him, grinding his face into her hot flesh. 

Her blouse open and bra lost somewhere in the process, Maggie squeezed her breasts, tugging at her rock hard nipples. Jack assaulted her clit with his tongue and she locked her legs around him as her orgasm rocked her body. "Aaaaa!! God!! Shit!! JACK!!! Aaa!! AAAHHHH!!! FUCK!!!!" she screamed. 

Unrelenting, Jack slid her still shaking body off the counter and turned her around, pinning her between his body and the sink, as he slammed his dick into her slick pussy. 

"FUCK!!!!" she screamed again as she felt him thrust inside of her. With his hands on her hips he continued to pound her mercilessly. "Oh FUCK!! FUCK ME JACK!!" she yelled.

With her arms bracing her on either side of the sink, she looked up into the mirror to watch as Jack thrust deep within her, feeling his balls slapping her ass with every stroke. She could see his face, watching her breasts bounce as she pushed back to meet his thrusts. 

"Oh Shit! Fuck Maggie! FUCK! Yesss!!! GOD!!! OHHHHHHH!!!" he tried to restrain himself as he felt another orgasm rip through her body but as her pussy contracted around him, squeezing and milking him, it was too much. He grabbed her, squeezing and pulling her closer as he buried his cock farther than he thought was possible and sent streams of hot, sticky cum deep inside her. 

"Wow," she whispered as his rigid body began to relax against hers. "That was amazing."

"That was fantastic… You felt…un...fucking...believable…" he panted. 

She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him deeply. "Thank you," she said, "Now let's get some dinner. You'll need more energy for dessert…"



Happy Hour Threesome



I work in a small office as an invoicing clerk and also head-up the accounts receivable department. Including myself there are a total of nine people in our office and as a result, we all have grown very close over the years.

As such, whenever someone has a birthday that falls on a Friday, we shutdown the office an hour early and most of us go to one of the local bars close to the office for happy hour and a couple of drinks for that person's birthday.

A few weeks ago, Heather, one of our customer service reps, had turned 28 and we had planned for a Friday afternoon cake followed by a couple of drinks. All went as planned with everyone from the office showing up, but must only staying for one drink. Those of us non-lightweights ended up staying for more and as the evening wore on only Heather, I and Kris remained at our table. We were also joined by one of Kris' friends, Julie after she got off of work. Heather, who I had a big thing for, even though she did not know it and all others in the office did, decided it was time to head home and I of course volunteered to walk her to her car. 

Heather accepted the invitation for the escort to her car but said she needed to use the lady's room first, Julie said she needed to go to so the two of them headed to the restroom. 

"Are you that desperate that you are going to walk her to her car in hopes of getting a quick kiss or something more from her," suggested Kris.

"I hope it is something more, but the answer is yes, I am that desperate," I replied.

"She just loves to tease you and have you trail behind her like a little dog," Kris countered.

I ignored the comment as Heather and Julie came back from the restroom and Heather and I went towards the door towards the parking lot.

"Thanks for getting me to my car, I guess I will see you on Monday, believe it or not, but I have two dates for this weekend, wish me luck," said Heather.

Talk about a punch to the stomach, getting that empty feeling. I think Heather told me this to make sure she kept me in my place, which is below her and her being out of my reach. With that I said happy birthday and told her I would see her on Monday and headed back to the bar in a bad state of mind.

After stopping at the bar for a gin and tonic, I went back to the table where Kris and Julie were sitting and they both could tell something had changed.

I was never that close to Kris in our office, she was a single mother and a little rough around the edges. She had dark red hair and a body that was very average, a large tattoo on her right leg, but she was a helpful person in the office, but one who would always speak before thinking. 

Her friend Julie who I had met a few times before was a heavier woman who dressed very gracefully for her weight and had huge tits, at least 38D and bleached blonde hair. She was another woman who spoke before thinking and was also a little rough around the edges, but seemed like a good person and one who liked to be in charge.

"No good night kiss or hug from Heather?" asked Kris.

"Nothing, as a matter of fact she told me she had two dates lined up for the weekend and said it as to rub it in my face," I told them both.

The conversation took a big lull at this point and I decided it was time to head home. "It has been fun, but I think I should head home before another drink," I said.

"I think we are headed out as well, going back to my house to change and head out bar-hopping around her tonight," explained Julie.

With that we made our way to the parking lot and I followed Kris and Julie out of the parking lot, Kris had gotten into Julie's car and left her car in the parking lot. After the discussion with Heather, I was feeling down and out and then my cell phone rang.

"Hey, Harry, it's Kris, Julie and I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out with us tonight, you seem pretty down," said Kris.

"Kris thanks for the offer, but I think I am headed home, it's been a long week," I told her.

"C'mon, Julie and I will make sure you have a good time as long as you can handle us," Kris replied.

At this point, with nothing better to so, I told her I would hang out with them for a couple of drinks. She told me that they were headed back to Julie's house to clean up a little and that I could follow them.

Once we got to Julie house, I sat down in the family room while Kris and Julie went upstairs to change. Julie and Kris both came down the stairs quickly and as they came into the living room, I saw both we now only dressed in long t-shirts and both had bare legs and what I am assuming were panties. 

"We decided it would be better to hang out here for a while and see if we can have some fun here," said Julie. Both women while neither overly attractive, had something about them that made them fuckable.

"Kris, go get us a couple of beers from the fridge," said Julie. "I will keep Larry entertained."

With that Julie sat down on the couch and swung her legs up onto my lap, confirming that she was wearing panties. "Do you like my tattoo," asked Julie. Turning her leg over in my lap to show me the small red dragon tattooed onto her inner thigh. 

"It protects my treasure," Julie said laughingly.

"What's so funny," asked Kris, bringing the three beers in and standing in front of us.

"I was showing Larry the guard to my treasure," said Julie.

"I can top that" replied Kris. She then turned around and pushed her panties down and raised up her long t-shirt and showed of two rabbits tattooed on her asscheeks.

"They are looking for a long, hard carrot, you have one Larry," asked Kris.

"I think you are way overdressed for the party, lose some of the clothes," said Julie.

With that I stood and pulled my shirt and shoes and sock along with my pants off and got down to my boxers as both Kris and Julie screamed to take it all off. I told them they had to get naked first. With that Julie stood pulled her t-shirt over her huge, saggy tits and slid her panties down her fat legs and showed off a dark and very hairy pussy. Kris also pulled her t-shirt off and turned around to expose her smaller and firmer tits and her red-haired bush. I followed by dropping my boxers exposing my average, yet thick 7" dick that was harder than ever.

"Now this is a party, Larry on your back, I want to ride you hard, Kris get on his face and you better do a good job with your tongue boy or we will have to get rough," said Julie, as she gave my balls a hard squeeze. For whatever reason, I knew Julie could get rough and kick my ass if she wanted to, so I wanted to give Kris the pussy-eating of her life.

I lay back on the floor as Julie straddled my dick and fell right down on it with a deep growl. She then started to move up and down hard and fast on me as she reached out to pull Kris down onto my face. 

Kris straddled my face and put her pussy right on my lips and started to grind away, oooohhhing and awwwwing every time her clit hit my nose. Both women were riding me hard. 

"Kris turn around so I can get at those titties of yours, Larry won't mind eating you from behind, give him a taste of your asshole as a treat," said Julie. "Don't stop fucking me either Larry, we have a good rhythm going and you are starting to hit my clit each time."

As Kris turned around and went to sit on my face ass first, Julie pulled her down hard and pushed her ass toward my face and told me to start to lick and suck.

I could her Julie and Kris kissing as one rode my face and the other my dick. 

"I am going to cum Kris, bite my nipples and you keep fucking me boy," screamed Julie.

""AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, motherfucker, feels good, don't stop thrusting and bite harder bitch," screamed Julie as her cunt muscles grabbed my dick like a vice. 

As hard as it grabbed, her cunt would not let me cum for some reason. The harder I fucked, the more my dick hurt from not getting to release my cum.

"You don't get to cum until I say you can, that is what good muscle control and lots of practice does for a pussy," laughed Julie. "How is his tongue and mouth doing on your asshole and cunt?"

"Feels fucking good, I am getting close," cried Kris. "His tongue is all the way up my butt tickling my insides, feels so good, FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK.....aaaaaaaaaahhh, I'm cummmmmmmingggg, aaaaaaaghhhhh."

"That sounded like a good cum Kris, do you think we should let Larry cum now or not," asked Julie. 

Breathing hard and almost in tears, Kris replied, "I don't know I think we should use him for our pleasure a little more before we let him cum," evilly laughed Kris.

"Sounds good to me," replied Julie as she climbed onto my face and spread her pussy cheeks and laid her pussy onto my mouth and nose.