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The Inspection

By: Leeleigh



Megan sat behind the steering wheel of her car thinking about what she wanted to do. Harry had stopped paying attention to her. After gaining so much weight, he seemed to be avoiding her. No longer touching or kissing her, embarrassed to be seen in public with her. Harry had not shown interest in months and she was feeling lonely and unloved. 

She could not believe that any man would find her sexy, even though she was a pretty woman, with flawless skin, short black hair, and wide deep blue eyes, at 5'3 she weighed over 200 pounds. Something Harry seemed to be repulsed by it, but Stan seemed to like.

In her job, as Facilities Coordinator for the company, she was in charge of Building Maintenance and Upkeep, and had meet Stan through her job. He was attractive, friendly, and the new fire inspector for the county. It was his job to inspect all the buildings in the company for code violations. A job that would take several days with Meg assigned to escort him to and thru each building. 

When he met Meg for the first time, he had smiled deeply and his eyes seemed to light up when he saw her. The way he looked at her had given her a warm feeling all over. As they had gone through the inspection of the 8-story building, they had talked, making polite conversation until the end of the inspection when he told her that she reminded him of an old lover. Meg had looked at her reflection in the glass of the window and wondered how she could remind him of any woman he had had for a lover, then he leaned over and whispered that he loved big women and thought that she was beautiful. 

He grinned, winked and walked towards the front door, turning to tell her that he would be back to do the second building at 10 am the next morning. 

When he returned the next day, Meg was waiting for him. She had taken great pains in her appearance, making sure that she looked her best. He smiled when he saw her and commented that she was looking very pretty. As they walked thru the building, Meg had not been able to contain her curiosity and had asked if he really loved large women, explaining that her boyfriend was turned off by her appearance. He had explained that large ladies turned him on, that he found them sexy and that he was quite turned on by her. They had come to a door and had opened it for her putting his hand on her back to guide her through it; a small gesture, but she felt as if someone had touched her with an electric wire. When they had finished their inspection he had agreed to meet her the next day at the third and last building since it was located several miles from the main office. 

Meg was still sitting behind the wheel when Stan drove up. She got out of her car and strolled towards the front door of the building, unlocking it and stepping into a hallway to flip on the light switches. She felt Stan come up behind her as the lights came on; the only sound they could hear in the building was the sound of the air conditioner and their breathing. 

She walked down the short hallway, turned, and leaned against the wall saying, "this is our delivery facility, but nothing is scheduled to come today" 

Stan grinned as he walked up to her. He placed one hand on either side of her head, leaning down to whisper, "nothings coming, that's to bad. I can think of nothing more I would like to do than make you cum." Then he kissed her, running his tongue over her lips until she opened her mouth and he plunged it in to play with hers. 

His hands cupped her ass as he pulled her towards him to press her against the rock hard cock he now had. As the kiss continued, she felt her skirt being pulled upwards, and his hands slipping into her panties to cup her bare ass while he gently ground his cock into the apex of her legs. He broke the kiss off saying " I want to see you naked." 

Meg looked at him, saw the bulge in his pants and felt her pussy throb at the thought of that cock pounding into her. She looked deeply into his eyes as she unbuttoned the front of her dress, letting it slip off her shoulders onto the floor. She watched him rub his cock through his pants. She opened the front closure to her bra, letting her large tits spill out. Then she hesitated, standing there only in her panties, so afraid to remove them in case he was turned off. Stan, seeing her fear unbuttoned his shirt, and removed it, tossing it on the floor, before he unzipped his pants. His cock popped free as he stepped out of them. He grabbed his hard cock and gently squeezed, then pumped it saying, "see this, Its for you baby. I want to fuck you." 

Meg could not tear her eyes off his cock. It had been so long since she had been fucked. She felt liquid heat seep out of her pussy and trickle down her leg. She started to kneel in front of him to touch it, feel it, taste it, but he stopped her urging her towards a couch in the room.

He had her sit down on the couch, then spread her legs open as he plunged his tongue into her pussy, tongue fucking her, before finding her clit, licking and sucking on it. Stan heard Meg's quick intake of breath, heard her moan in pleasure, so he slipped two fingers in her pussy and started finger fucking her. She responded by grabbing his head, mashing it into her pussy. Waves of pleasure washed over her as her orgasm approached. 

Stan glanced upwards at her face. He watched as she grabbed her tits, first squeezing the nipples till they turned bright red, then lifting one to her mouth and sucking on it, laving the nipple with her tongue.

His cock was aching, ready to explode from watching her. He wanted his cock in her now. He stood up and had her lay with her head in the middle of the couch then kneeled over her face, rubbing his cock over her lips. She arched her head back, opened her mouth and he slid his cock in her mouth. Her tongue snaked around the shaft, licking it before turning her attention to the mushroom head, running her tongue up and around the head, sucking it and licking the shaft as he gently fucked her mouth. She was sucking and licking him like a newborn calf seeking its first meal. He heard her moan in pleasure as she increased her sucking, quickly licking the head of his cock each time he pulled outward, her tongue making a crazy pattern down his shaft as he thrust in. He was going to come fast and hard with her mouth working on him like that. He quickly leaned over her body, found her clit and started sucking and licking it, drawing the alphabet on it to see which letter would drive her wild. 

He reached the letter O when he felt her body start shaking, her legs quivering, signaling her impending orgasm. He shoved a finger in her pussy and started fucking her with it, as she went wild. She brought her arms up and grabbed his ass, pulling him deep into her mouth and down her throat, urging him to fuck her in the mouth. She was like a vacuum; sucking hard on his cock as he pulled out, licking the entire length of his shaft as he shoved it back in, seeking the depth of her throat. He felt his balls tighten up, cum rushing up his cock. Feeling this, Stan sucked hard on her clit and shoved a finger up her ass. She bucked her pussy up into his face and exploded in orgasm, screaming and moaning around the cock in her mouth. The vibrations in her throat sent him over the edge. His cock shot jets of cum down her throat, as she swallowed every drop. 

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, stood up and pulled her to her feet. She took a step forward towards her clothing, and felt herself being pulled backwards into his arms. "Where ya gonna baby" Stan said, "I'm not thru yet" as Meg blinked in amazement feeling something hard poke her in the ass. His cock was still hard. Stan whispered, "I'm a fireman first you know. We have better hoses" 

She glanced down at his cock, and then looked up at his grinning face as he lowered her back onto the couch, saying, "Baby, we have only just begun to fuck"

The Inspection



I was finishing wiping down the counters at the bar when he walked in. Immediately when I saw him my heart started to race and I felt the rush of color to my face. I had seen him at one of the tables earlier that evening, before the rest of the bar crowd left. I realized then that I had forgotten to lock the front door. 

"Sorry but we are closed," I said to him softly, trying not to make eye contact with him.

A low chuckle escaped his lips as he watched me move around the bar, wiping down the counters and throwing remaining beer bottles in the trash. 

I glanced back over at him, his presence suddenly making me anxious. My eyes met his, though only for a moment, as his eyes slowly lowered nonchalantly to look at the rest of my body. I thought about how I must look to him. I was sure I was blushing. I was wearing a black skirt that barely covered my ass, a white button down blouse and a simple pair of tennis shoes. After a few long, anxious moments for me his dark eyes met mine again. I tensed as I glanced over at my cell phone that was sitting on the counter. I was sure it was obvious to him how uneasy his presence made me. 

Again the same low chuckle came from his lips. "What's the matter pet? Don't recognize me?" he asked me in an amused voice. 

My eyes snapped back over to him, only one thought on my mind. I gasped as I quickly spun back around, realization hitting me. 

"Kneel," was all he said as he pointed to the tiled floor in front of him. 

I hesitated, still trying to accept that he was actually there. I took a deep breath as I looked over at him unsurely. 

"Now." he said sternly, raising his voice slightly. 

I gasped and quickly hurried to where he had pointed and took my position in front of him just like he had taught me. My back was straight, head slightly bowed, my hands were sitting palms lightly on my thighs, and my knees parted, revealing my pink thong. 

"Relax pet," he said gently to me as he placed one of his hands over one of mine. I hadn't realized that I was trembling. I glanced up at him and took a deep breath, nodding my head as I again took my eyes away from his. 

"Good girl," he said as his hand slid underneath my skirt, pushing my panties to the side. I felt his fingers slide across my clit and then parted my pussy lips sliding his fingers around my already moist flesh. I smiled slightly as I figured out what he was doing, thankful that I had remembered to shave that morning. He had always told me that he would inspect me to make sure that I was keeping myself smooth for him.

He pulled his hand away and I swear I saw him smile. "Hello, good to finally see you pet," he said to me. 

He got to his feet and hit the bar with his palm gently, "Up here pet," he instructed. 

I looked up at him questioningly. 

He sighed heavily as he looked down at me. "Do not hesitate again or I will have to punish you," he scolded me. 

I scrambled to my feet and hoisted myself up onto the bar, facing him. He gently took my ankles in his hands, swinging each of them over one side of the bar so that my legs were spread for him. He reached under my skirt and in one swift motion tore my thong away from my pussy, causing me to gasp. 

"You will be silent," he instructed bluntly. 

I bit my lip and nodded my head as he flipped up my skirt, exposing my bare pussy to him. He ran his fingers along it gently and then down to my clit and I forced back a gasp. He reached up and kissed me gently on the lips, giving me a small smile as he pulled away. 

I watched him closely as he once again looked over my exposed form to him, hoping he liked what he saw. He reached up and gripped the top of my blouse in his hand, quickly tugging downward, causing all the buttons to scatter across the bar floor. 

He unhooked my bra and tossed it to the side, then pressed gently on my chest. "Lay back." 

I nodded my head and obeyed. 

His fingers slowly trailed down the back of my legs, down to the delicate skin near my pussy lips. I bit my lips, trying to stifle a moan as he continued his inspection of my body. His strong fingers then trailed down, getting so very close to my asshole, causing me to tighten up underneath his touch. I felt his hands slide up my thighs towards my already soaking wet pussy, slightly embarrassed that he was going to notice just how much of an effect he had on me. His fingers again parted my wet pussy lips and slowly probed inside, sending a strong urge through me. Almost involuntarily I lifted my hips towards his fingers trying to get them deeper inside me. He looked over at me, a look of warning in his eyes. 

"Sorry sir." I murmured as I lowered my hips.

"Forgiven," he said mostly under his breath as he pulled his fingers out and held them up to my mouth, then quickly forced them in. "Clean them slut," he instructed bluntly.

I stifled a moan as I sucked the wetness of myself from his fingers, savoring the taste, until he quickly pulled them from my mouth, resulting in a "popping" sound. He chuckled slightly, causing a smile to come to my face. His hands then ran along my midsection to what he knew were my sensitive breasts. He pulled back and then quickly flicked one of my nipples with his thumb and forefinger, causing me to inhale sharply

He smirked slightly, gauging my reactions to his touch. Then his mouth went to my breast, sucking on the nipple while his strong hand kneaded my other breast. 

I moaned again, I knew better than to make a lot of noise when I played for him on the webcam, however this was different. Suddenly his teeth bit into my nipple and tugged on it, causing a loud groan to escape my lips and my body to lunge forward slightly. 

"Ssh..." he said gently as he pulled away, his fingers again plunging into my soaking pussy then tracing my own wetness on my upper lip. 

He then continued his assault on my breasts, kneading one and pinching the nipple while he sucked and chewed on the other, switching sides intermittently. His bites would send shoots of pleasure through my body straight to my pussy; I couldn't stop my slight twisting of my hips underneath him. 

My hands were gripping the sides of the bar as he drove my arousal further and further up. I glanced at him again; he looked really smug as he tugged on my nipple with his teeth, causing me to whimper again. 

"Hush," he scolded with a slight smirk, knowing that I would have trouble containing myself. 

I cursed him under my breath for being so calm while he was making me writhe and whimper in need from just his touch. I hadn't even seen his cock yet. I told myself that this was where he wanted me, and I wanted my body to be pleasing to him. So I took a deep breath and tried to focus.

His teasing of my breasts continued for a few minutes before his fingers from one hand plunged into my pussy, moving them in and out rapidly, the sound of my wetness echoing through the empty bar. I moaned again as he used his strong fingers to pinch one of my nipples. I was getting really caught up in the sensations and forgetting myself as I got closer to the tipping point, he knew it too. 

I was getting a bit more vocal with my moans. After one especially loud one his mouth quickly dove down to my pussy. He took my swollen clit in his mouth and gave it a couple of licks, practically sending me flying off the bar. I thought I saw him grin before he took my clit in his mouth and started to suck it. That sent me tumbling over the edge. I gripped the bar even tighter as my hips thrust upward, a strong orgasm washing over me. "Oh God yes..." I squealed as I tilted my head back in pure pleasure. He just stood back, watching me with an amused expression on his face. 

When I had somewhat regained my composure he spoke to me, his expression unreadable, "Forget something my pet?" 

I blinked my mind racing. It only took a few seconds for the realization to hit me. I gasped audibly as I watched him, his expressions remaining stern but amused at the same time. I took a second to consider what to say to him. "Sir I know I am supposed to ask permission but..." 

"I hope you aren't going to make any excuses pet, you know the rules. No orgasms without my explicit permission. It is not a complex request," he said to me quickly.

I moaned softly as I nodded my head. "Yes sir," I said a little bit sullenly. 

"And I believe that you will have to be punished. Do you disagree?" 

"No sir," I said as I lowered my eyes. 

"Good, my pet, I still believe you are a bit too modest with me, so when we get back to your place you are going to masturbate for me. You will go straight to your room, spread those pretty little legs, use your fingers to spread that slutty cunt and wait for me." 

"Sir, what..?" I questioned unsurely as I looked up at him, not completely understanding why he was doing this. 

He cut me off with a sharp smack to my pussy as he looked at me sternly, "Finish up your work here pet." 

I moaned softly, almost groaning as I slid off the bar. I didn't really think it was fair that he showed up at my job without warning me about his arrival, then he came and practically forced me to an orgasm without even a warning. Now he was going to take me back to my apartment.

I inhaled sharply as I realized the disheveled state that my apartment was in. Another thing he had made quite clear to me, he didn't want his slut living like a slob. I put a smile on my face as I put the broom away, grabbing my purse and slipping on my jacket. 

"Sir, maybe we could get a hotel with a hot tub maybe? My treat, I mean maybe since you came all the way out here."

He must have sensed my nervousness from my voice as his expression immediately hardened. "My pet, you aren't trying to hide something from me are you?" he asked almost knowingly. 

I lowered my head silently as I felt tears well up in my eyes, knowing that I was not doing a very good job of proving that I was worthy of him. "I am sor..." 

Again he cut me off, "Now, now, pet take it easy," He said to me gently as he reached up and brushed the tears off my face. "Show me to your apartment and we can talk there, after your first punishment. I have a feeling there is going to be a second," he said to me as he held out his hand. 

I put my shaking hand in his stronger one, glancing up at him. My anxiety must have been written all over my face and he gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. "Relax my little pet," was all he said as we walked out of the bar together.



The Inspection



Samantha's day started around 630 Friday morning. The weekend was so close she could smell it. After work she had to rush over to the travel agent to book her next overseas adventure. With some luck she might even get time for a sunset surf before a big night with her girlfriends. Life was busy, but that's the way she liked it.

As a property manager it was one of Samantha's responsibilities to inspect properties to ensure that the tenants were looking after them. It was a necessary part of the job but one she enjoyed. While she wouldn't snoop as such she found it exciting and interesting to see how different people lived. 

Today she had two new properties to inspect. two wonderful opportunities to explore. She looked over the files, the first was a young couple, their first inspection since moving in. The second was the house of a young professional woman who worked in insurance. She hoped their homes were more interesting then they seemed on paper. 

She was about to down the remainder of her caramel latte with soy milk before leaving for the first property. Suddenly her phone vibrated between her legs. She felt like she had jumped a metre out of her skin as she looked around to see if anyone noticed. 

She had sent a text earlier and intended to put it away but something had distracted her. She sat it in her lap nestled amongst the folds of her long skirt, pressed firmly against her groin.

She caught her breath as the shockwave passed through her. She had been on edge for weeks, it had been months since her last sexual encounter and these days it didn't take much to get her going.

Retrieving the phone from between her legs, she gently pushed it against her groin without thinking. Closing her eyes to soak up the pleasure then trying to focus on the screen, she rolled her eyes at who it was from. Squeezing her thighs together as she read his messages was almost automatic. It was from James, an old flame, they occasionally still texted one another teasing each other with their exploits. 

The message explained the night of hot sex he had just had but not in the level of detail Samantha wanted. He always left her wanting more but she didn't mind. It seemed to arouse her even more. She rolled her eyes and bit her lip before putting her phone in her bag with an amused sigh.

The short drive to the first property gave her time to recover from her arousal. The hot air whirled inside the car from the open windows. She tried not to think about sex as she drove but she couldn't stop the flashes of passion firing through her mind. She checked her phone as she pulled up in front of the first house, no more messages. Relieved she put the phone back into bag.

She walked to the front door looking around the front yard and making sure it was all in good order. She knocked on the door, No answer. She knocked again, louder, stating her companies name. There was still no answer. She sighed as she fished around in her hand bag for the key. It was just so much easier when they were home (but less fun). 

Finding the key she inserted it into the lock and turned it. As she entered she loudly stated her company's name again but there was still no response. 

Entering more confidently, she put her handbag on the counter and began looking around. Admiring all of the holiday snaps and paintings. This was her favourite part, it felt so exciting and dangerous looking through someone else's house while they weren't there.

She found photographs of a couple (whom she assumed were the occupants) on a beach in some exotic location. The woman in a bikini and a man in board shorts without a t-shirt. The photos showed them laying on the sand, fooling about in the water and others. The photos were taken close up, 'selfie' style by the couple themselves. Her favourite was a picture of them locked in an embrace, kissing. They were both gorgeous. While Samantha knew she was straight she had often wondered what it would be like to be with a woman.

She returned to the counter and fished out the properties checklist and began the official inspection. Walking back into the lounge room she stopped cold when she heard a sound coming from down the hallway.

She couldn't be sure but she thought she heard a voice. She knew she was allowed to be there but her voice caught in her throat when she tried to declare her presence. She waited, hearing only her own breathing. A few moments passed and she returned to her inspection, thinking she must have been hearing things. A moment later though she heard another sound, this time much louder. A woman's squeal of delight, she knew she wasn't imagining it this time. 

The photograph of the couple flashed into her mind, then a flash of naked flesh, bodies entwined. She shook off the thoughts of the couple having sex from her mind, She's just on the phone, yes, that's why she didn't answer the door. Samantha walked down the hallway "hello? It's Samantha from Property Solutions, I'm here for your inspection." Her heart leaped into her throat as a door opened and a man appeared. 

He was naked, for the most part, his groin covered by a shirt he held in front of him. He held the door half open and stood between the gap. Samantha caught herself staring at the shirt imagining what was underneath. She adverted her eyes towards his face but took the scenic route. He was no body builder but it was obvious he worked out. Defined muscles, flat stomach perfect skin. 

"Can I help you." he said smirking.

"Oh, Ah, My names Samantha, I'm from Propertity Solutions, I'm here to do yoo... your inspection. " She smiled shyly, unsure whether it was a mistake or not. He smiled modestly back, he knew his current appearance was having an effect on her but spoke confidently like nothing was amiss. 

"You don't suppose you could come back a little later? We're sort of... in the middle of something." he gestured inside the room with an upward nod of his head. Opening the door ever so slightly. The ruffled bed sheets and long naked legs of a woman with red toe nails was all she was game to see. 

"Ah, yeah, yes... sure of course... no problem..." She lowered her gaze down and away from him. She turned to walk away.

"Unless, you want to join us? He said in the most calm and matter of fact tone. Like he was close friend asking her if she'd like a cup of tea. 

Samantha was speechless but she stopped walking away, turned and met his gaze. He dropped the shirt revealing himself to her with a cheeky smile. She drank him in, images of his large cock pumping her as she kissed and touched his girlfriend flashed through her mind. Her eyes glazed over, she took a step toward him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" the woman's voice screamed returning her to reality. His girlfriend pushed him forcefully out the door and into the opposite wall of the hallway. Samantha took a step back as his naked girlfriend screamed at him. Samantha continued to back away, embarrassed. She turned around and made for the door, with a look over her shoulder she saw he had now pinned her to the wall and they we're kissing. Her legs wrapped around him. Samantha giggled in disbelief at the pure outrageousness of the situation, scooped up her bag and ran to the door.

She fell into the front seat of her car, throwing her handbag into the passenger seat. She laughed again inadvertally squeezing her thighs together. It was then she realised just how aroused she was. Then the images returned. Her mind saying what if his girlfriend was up for it? What if she had just kissed him? what if she fell to her knees in front of him and took him in her mouth? what if? what if? what if?

She was grinding into the air now breathing heavy. Her nipples ached to be touched. She pinched one though her clothes for an instant before whipping her hand away. She had to stop. she couldn't remember bringing her hand between her legs and slowing running her finger tips up and down over the fabric covering her dripping pussy. It took all her will to take her hand away from her groin but she did it, regretfully.

She turned the ignition and drove, one more property she thought, that's it. Afterward she planned to stop in at home and get acquainted with her brand new vibrator. Then a nice a cold shower before heading back to work and onto her errands. 

She leaped out of her car when she arrived, she wanted this inspection done quickly. All she could think about was pumping her dripping pussy with that vibrator. She knocked on the door announcing herself. In her haste she didn't wait for a response, just opened the door. She peered in, the house was empty, thank god she thought.

She put her bag on the counter and started to look around. As she waked around the corner a man appeared, startled she stepped back cautiously. Oh Great! she thought not again. Then wow as she looked at him. Maybe it was just her arousal or maybe he really was the sexiest man on the planet!

"Can I help you?"

YES! she thought, you can bend me over that bench and fuck me like there's no tomorrow! She bit her bottom lip at the thought. "Oh... hello, I'm... ah here to do the inspection"

"Oh, Yes, I remember Christine mentioning she had an inspection today. I 'm her brother."

No, she thought as he smiled, melting her. His deep blue eyes seeing right into her. 

She didn't notice that he didn't give her his name. She broke from his hypnotising gaze and started the inspection. "So how long you been doing this?" he asked.

"A couple of years," she replied, keeping her answers brief to discourage conversation.

"It must be hot out there, you look like you're on fire." 

She was thankful that he had confused her out of control arousal for the summer heat. "Would you like a drink?" he asked. She figured she best play along, she didn't want him to know the truth, or did she? Flashes of flesh distracted her once again. Ahh! she screamed to herself, co-operate brain, don't do this to me! 

"Yes, Please." He caught her with his smile again and grabbed a glass from the kitchen cupboard, filling it from the dispenser in the fridge. He handed it to her using his free hand to cup the back of hers as she took the glass. She quickly raised the glass to her lips and away from his electric touch. 

"Please, take a seat you look like you need to lay down."

Another flash streamed through her mind of her laying on a bed, this stranger between her legs, fucking her. Breathing deep she sat onto a kitchen stool and pushed the images from her mind. He sat next to her but leaving a spare stool between them.

"So what are you in such a rush for?"

"Just eager to get back to the, err, office. It's been a crazy morning." She took another sip of water to hide her devilish grin. 

"Really?" he said with a chuckle picking up on her awkwardness.

"Ah... Yeah... but you don't want to hear about that," Her breathing had steadied a little but her arousal had not. "I should really get back to work." She stated, emptying the glass of water. 

As she went to stand he placed a hand on her thigh, just above her knee. Taking her glass with his other hand he said casually with a subtle smile, "That can wait, relax a moment... tell me about your morning." His genuine wish for her to take it easy was shining through as he truly believed the heat had gotten to her. 

There was something about his authentic, caring nature that caused her to tell him the truth. With a deep breath she began the short version "Argh, I can't believe I'm telling you this!" She tried to tell the story as casually as possible, trying to brush it off like it wasn't a big deal. "I just walked in on a couple having sex, at the inspection before this one. I made a quick escape but not before being propositioned by the woman's boyfriend. Evidently the offer was without her consent and she flew off the rails at him and started hitting him" she laughed "then started to kiss him! I got out of the house just in time to miss watching them well.. you know. His eyebrows raised high at that, she laughed again wondering if he actually believed her. 

"Wow, you've had quite a morning! Would you have taken them up on the offer if she was keen?" Samantha was speechless, her mouth slightly open stunned by the question. "I'm sorry, bit personal to ask someone you just met."

"No, no it's ok" She said finally regaining a bit of her composure. "Would you have? I mean if you were me?" Throwing the attention back on him to avoid answering the question.

"Probably, why not? It'd be an experience. Do you want to be 90, looking back on all the things you'd wished you'd done good or bad." He stared deep into her as he spoke.

"No, I guess not." she said smiling. "Have you ever done it before?" She blushed "if you don't think its too personal."

"No, not at all. Once. A girl I was dating and her a best friend."

"Wow. I'm not sure I could, I mean I have thought about it of course but I'm not sure I could actually do anything with another girl."

"Have you ever thought about watching?"

"Maybe," She blushed again.

"Could always watch and see what happens. Never know unless you try it." She tried but couldn't fault his logic. She immediately started thinking about it again and the what if's returned.

"Have you ever watched people having sex?"

He laughed as he picked up her empty glass and refilled it in the kitchen returning it to her hands. She smiled thankfully. "Oh I have watched many things." He had such a knowing smile as he spoke. She knew there had to be more too it but didn't want to dig too much for fear of being too forward.

"Sounds like there is a story there." she giggled, deflecting, trying to get him to tell her more without her having to ask.

"I saw a lot of things where I used to work." He smiled again teasing her, making her want to beg for more. There was a pause before she finally asked."

"And... Where did you work?"

"A nightclub."

"People grinding each other on the dance floor?"

"Not exactly. This club was different."

"Different how?" She didn't care about being forward anymore. He was teasing her, making her gag for more and more info. He was playing with her and she knew it.

"It served clientele with certain... tastes." She sighed undetectablely at his cryptic replies annoyed but unable to help being excited by the direction their conversation was taking.

"What sort of tastes?"

"Darker, not exactly normal" With every answer their stares grew more intense, the world seemed to shrink.

She swallowed and took a breath. "Like a sex club?"

"Sort of. It was more of a... fetish club."

"fetish club?" She knew what it meant but she wanted to play the game.

"Yes, people would come to satisfy their particular urges and desires in a safe non-judgemental place." He seemed to emphasise the words urges and desires but that could have just been the effect of her extreme arousal.

"What is it called?"

"Hellfire. No it's not in Townsville, it's in Melbourne."

"What did you used to do there" She asked immediately, deflecting again, being caught out trying to find it.

"I worked as a master."

"Please explain" she said flat out flirting now.

"Well, I would help people... indulge, giving them a release of sorts. One they couldn't get in normal life for one reason or another. Perhaps they didn't know anyone else into that sort of thing or were too embarrassed to tell their partners what they wanted. It is shocking how debilitating it can be to have a fetish or desire and have to hide it because you're too scared to satisfy it."

"So what would you do... exactly?"

He Smiled "What ever they liked, within the clubs rules of course"

"As in like..." She lowered her voice like it was a secret "Sex."

He laughed "Oh no, not sex, that was against the rules, but it didn't stop me getting a few phone numbers slipped into my pocket."

"Wow, so you really took some of these girls home?"

"No never," He laughed again. "I like to keep a line between the women I see on an intimate level and those I see in a more professional capacity."

"So do you do this stuff with the girls you're intimate with too?"

"Sure. If they want me to. But not to the same level. If I am intimate with a girl it can be uncomfortable and inappropriate. Some of the more extreme elements require a certain distance. If I'm in a relationship it's hard to do things that might cause harm, even if I know she wants it or I know it turns her on. It can be difficult to take that step. So I find it easier to just keep the two worlds separate but I do tend to dabble sometimes." He smiled.

"So why did you do it, do you like hurting people?" she asked suddenly concerned.

"No! of course not, its not about pain. While many of the girls are aroused by pain It's more about trust. It's difficult to explain the feeling when someone trusts you, I mean really trusts you. So much so they allow themselves to be totally open, totally honest, allowing you to see everything they are. Trusting you to do... well anything" He smirked.

"Anything? " returning his smirk. "What kinds of things have you done."

"I think the better question is what haven't I done." He stood and got himself a glass of water.

"Ok," she blushed. "what haven't you done." 

"Hmm..." he thought as he turned around and walked over toward her again. "I've never had sex with someone I just met without knowing her name." 

"But you have had dozens! probably more! in the club." she said startled, completely missing the point swivelling the chair as he walked around her an sat back down. This time on the stool right next to her.

"Ah Yes, but remember I never had sex with them." 

"So do you ever give up control."

"Sometimes, it depends on the girl." he said laughing.

"What's your favourite thing to do?"

"Teasing." he leaned in closer and spoke seductively. "I like to tease and titillate the senses until she can't bare it any longer, then I tease some more... Flooding her, with wave after wave of pleasure." He stared into her eyes as he spoke.

She swallowed unsuccessfully, her mouth dry forgetting she was holding a glass of ice cold water. "Show me" she whispered, breathless.

Without a word he moved himself even closer to her. One leg positioned in between hers, his knee a mere inch from her groin. He took her hand from the glass and rotated her arm until it was facing palm up and laid it on the bench. He dipped a finger tip into the ice cold water, smiled and let little drops fall onto the bare skin of her forearm. Drip.

The cold was like electricity through her as each drop touched her skin. Each time she felt a drop she tried to squeeze her thighs around her clit but his leg prevented hers from closing. She realised he had done this on purpose to tease her before he had even touched her.

After several drops had fallen he lowered his finger down and began to connect the water droplets. He continued to caress the skin of her forearm. She started breathing even deeper and closed her eyes soaking up every tickle as the water evaporated on her skin.

With his other hand he traced little circles around the back of her hand as it sit on her thigh just above her knee. gradually applying pressure and occasionally scratching with a finger nail. He did this to for what felt like an eternity. 

Suddenly he stood and she opened her eyes aware of her surroundings once again. Is this really happening! she thought. She couldn't believe what she was doing. This whole crazy morning had culminated into a state of arousal causing her to loose control. It was unprofessional and wrong. She was in another women's house being touched by a stranger on a level rarely felt in a relationship. Do you want to be 90, looking back on all the things you'd wished you'd done good or bad? His voice reverberating in her head.




The Inspection



She thought he was stoping but he stood behind her gently moving her hair to one side exposing the soft skin of her neck. Again he dipped his finger into the water and began dripping ice cold droplets onto her warm skin. The thrilling nature of the teasing mixed with the cooling sensation from the water was exquisite.

His fingers glided over her skin, each time he circled the front of her neck he got lower and lower. His fingers would explore just under the collar of her shirt then slide back up curling her ear lobes or tracing her jaw line. Every time he lowered she silently willed him to go in, to rip her shirt off. His hands trailed down her arms over the material of her shirt. Each hand scratching over the skin of her forearms. As his fingers intertwined with hers she could feel his breath on her neck. He raised himself up and then did it again, and again. Every time he did it she wanted him to bite her more and more. Finally on the fifth or sixth time she felt his lips gently kiss the back of her neck then pull away once more.

He dripped more water onto her skin and she felt his warm tongue lap up the cool liquid. A rogue drop fell over her collarbone and down between her breasts causing her to shudder, then next drop did the same but he caught it with his mouth. He sucked up the drip and then trailed his tongue up her neck, simultaneously breathing out. He gently sucked her earlobe into his mouth, flicked it with his tongue then nibbled. 

Moving his hands down to hers again he wrapped his arms around her body as he licked the back of her neck. She was melting, submitting to this stranger. She didn't know him but she trusted him. Her pleasure or pain was his to allow as he saw fit. This didn't scare her like she thought it would, instead she felt like home. Relaxed and free, all there was in the world was his touch.

He licked and nibbled into her neck again as she took a deep breath. She arched her neck into him, raising her shoulders up soaking in the pleasure of the moment. She exhaled to find his fingers working the buttons of her shirt. She blushed but didn't object, at this point he could anything. He slipped her shirt off one shoulder at a time. Setting it on the bench in a way that it wouldn't get creased. 

His fingers danced all over her skin as he kissed her neck, ears, shoulders and arms. He touched around her breasts and over the top of her bra. Her nipples straining to get hard underneath the material. She was dying to feel his lips against them. Again he denied her until it was all she could think about then, with one hand he unclasped her bra and it was off before she realised what he'd done. 

With his hands either side of her spine he ran his fingers up from her waist all the way up her back the trip unhindered by the strap of her bra. Her breasts out in the open but she didn't feel vulnerable. He couldn't see them as he traced fingers over her shoulders and to her breasts, circling her nipples and gently squeezing. Her loins were on fire. She was aroused more than she'd ever been in her life. Her underwear soaked through to her skirt. Her desire unrivalled by any man who had come before. 

He swivelled her chair around and he pressed his forehead to hers. "I've never done this before" he whispered as she remembered his comment from earlier. She could see the bulge in his pants and she knew that while he took charge she had control too. 

She stood up and pulled him close her fingers hooked in his belt. The top of her head fit perfectly under his chin. She looked up and he leant down and kissed her. She unbuttoned his shirt as they stared into each others eyes and kissed again when it had been removed. 

She pressed her bare chest into his as he held her in his arms and scratched up and down her back. He slowly undid her long skirt removing it and setting it beside her shirt. He held her away from his body and drank in her beauty noticing her cute underwear and squeezing her ass to discover it was a G-String. He looked at the front of her underwear and he could also see how horny she had been and was. She blushed as he smiled at her, her secret was out. She kissed him again and started to unbutton his jeans, wanting to release the hard cock that had been pressing against her. She unzipped and pulled his jeans and boxers down falling to her knees and watching his cock spring free in front of her face.

She looked up at him about to take him in her mouth. He just stared at her and slipped a finger beneath her chin bringing her back up to her feet. He kissed her lips again and moved down her neck, kissing each nipple before lifting her up off her feet, holding her in his arms. She barely had time to react as he led her away from the kitchen toward what she could only assume was the bedroom.

They looked deep into each others eyes as he walked. She still could not believe how safe she felt in the arms of this trusted stranger. He laid her down gently on the bed, perpendicular to the bed head. He dropped to his knees as she looked at the ceiling feeling his hands touching her belly, chest and sides. Gently caressing, scratching, teasing as he kissed her inner thighs and groin. Tracing his tongue around the contours of her legs and pelvis. Grasping her foot in his hand he lifted her leg and slowly kissed down to her ankle. 

Resting it back to the floor he did the same with her other leg, starting at her ankle. Upon reaching her groin he placed a soft kiss upon her clit through her soaked underwear. She jolted from the pleasure and squeezed his head between her thighs. He ran his tongue between the her skin and the waist cord of her g-sting. She felt his finger tips under her arm pits and shuddered as he scratched down the entire length of her body. Hooking her G-sting with his fingers and sliding them down in one fluid motion. He watch her g-string peel away from her soaked pussy, her wonderful scent entering him, filling him with desire. 

He removed her g-string and threw it to the side. Starting slowly, he kissed the surrounding bare skin her pussy, his nose tickled by the small strip above her clit. Her juices now dripping unhindered down between her cheeks to the bed. he smiled to himself over the effect he was having on her. She started to grind the air, begging for him to devour her. Her hands running through his short hair, pulling him towards her. Still he held back. Standing and kissing up her body, between her breasts to her lips. Biting her chin and neck, then sucking her and licking circles around her nipples. One hand running down his back, the other still holding his head. 

He kissed down her body once more, parting her pussy lips with his right hand. Slipping his tongue into the lowest point of her opening and holding it there. Samantha now moaned, her torture becoming too much. He smiled again around his outstretched tongue and slowly started sliding it up. Her legs closed around his head as he did so. Reaching her clit he barely touched it, running circles around it before he slid a finger deep inside her. She almost screamed at his inevitable penetration of her. His finger pressed into her G-spot as he sucked her clit into his lips. 

He slowly fingered her as he licked, sucked and nibbled, tasting her sweet nectar. He continued steadily getting faster and harder. Getting her close before stopping and removing his fingers. They were absolutely drenched, he reinserted them getting them as wet as possible. He stood again, taking his wet fingers and smiling at her. Sliding his fingers around her nipples coating them before proceeding to lick every drop of her juice off them. 

He reclined on his hip beside her and kissed her. She hungrily kissed back. He knew she could taste herself on his lips and he knew she liked it. He slipped his fingers in again as they kissed, getting them nice and wet. Then sliding the wet finger between his lips and hers. They kissed around his fingers playfully fighting trying to get as much as possible, smiling at each other.

He did this several more times. Laying trails of her juices over her nipples, neck, belly, groin, lips and licking them all clean. The next time he fingered her though she got so close she pushed him out of her. She grabbed him and pushed him down on the bed, jumping on top of him, kneeling over his pelvis looking down at his face. 

His smile and the way he stared back at her like she was the only woman in the world melted her. She leaned down and kissed him her hair draping around them. She slowly grinded her pussy against the shaft of his cock as he kissed and nibbled at his neck and ear lobe.

She stopped only to kiss down his body and take him in her mouth. Sucking his cock deep into her. Looking up at him, he ran his hands through her hair. She sucked hungrily tasting her own juices that she had dripped onto him. Faster she sucked and squeezed his cock in her hands. He got close and stopped her. Sitting up quickly and without warning she backed away from his cock. He grabbed her ass around her waist and pulled her toward him. She landed on her knees, straddling him once again. Holding his face in her hands as she kissed him. His cock was at full attention and she could feel it gently touching at her opening. 

He stared into her eyes and lowered her down onto him. Slowly she engulfed the full length of his cock. He dug his nails into her back, she wrapped him in her arms one hand on his back the other around his head as she pulled him into her breasts. He caressed her back as he propped himself up with his other hand. She ground into him for a few moments and they started to kiss again. His cock filling her perfectly and she couldn't get enough, grinding into him enjoying every moment. 

She pushed him down onto his back and came down with him. Kissing and bitting his neck, his cock now hitting new spots in her drenched pussy. Her juices coating his groin and thighs. She didn't care that this was the wettest she ever been in her life and it was going everywhere. She didn't care that she didn't know the woman whose bed this was. The thought didn't even enter her mind, the whole universe was just the two of them. Two people that had only met an hour before and didn't know each others names. Her eyes widened with her open mouth as he grabbed her, holding her above him. Slamming his cock into her, he fucked her from beneath, She dived into his neck to muffle her moans and squeals. 

He stopped at the height of her ecstasy and pushed her to the side putting her on her back. He got off the bed as she caught her breath, watching him open the dresser and take a package from the draw. She looked over at him. Toying with her clit with her fingers, watching him take remove the condom from its wrapper and place it over his cock. When he was finished he stood there again watching her. She opened her legs, sitting up, pulling herself to the edge of the bed with her legs inviting him inside. 

He walked closer and she pulled him to her. She stood up to kiss him but as she stood he pushed her back onto the bed forcefully. He was on top of her then with one leg over his shoulder before she realised she was down. She looked at him and smiled but only for a moment as his cock entered her again. She squealed at the pleasure as he fucked her hard. Kissing, biting, licking her body and her lips as he did so. Slowing down then speeding up then stopping completely. His hand around her throat holding her down. The feeling was driving her insane. She had to cum.

She pushed him down to the bed again and climbed onto him. This time there was no slow start, no easing into it. She impaled herself onto his cock and fucked him like there was no tomorrow. She pinned him to the bed with her hand around his neck and didn't stop. His grin was intoxicating and she watched him watch her cum. Her juices drenched him, but she didn't stop. She came all over him and slowed as her orgasm subsided. 

She thought it was over. She thought he had cum with her. In her daze he lifted her off him and rolled her to his side and left her on her knees and he rolled behind her. He held her in his arms from behind. Kissed her neck and down her back. He eased her onto her hands and gently slid his cock into her again. Starting slowly and speeding up quickly he ran his hands over her back. Spanked her ass. Licked the small of her back right up her spine to the back of her neck biting her gently. He held a fist full of hair as he fucked her, moans muffled by the pillows. She was about to cum again before he flipped her over onto her back and entered her again.

Throwing a leg over his should he fucked her with his hand around her throat. He continued to fuck her feeling himself getting close. He watched her cum for a second time then finally let himself go. He grunted as he exploded inside her and bit into her leg. He held his cock inside her and collapsed onto her. 

They both giggled in complete euphoria, staying like this until he went soft inside her and fell out of her dripping pussy. He rolled onto his back and pulled her into his arms. Her head rising and falling softly on his chest while she played with his chest hair. She looked up at him and he smiled at her. She then looked at the clock and felt the rush of adrenaline. They had been fucking for hours and she was expected at the office 2 hours ago. 

She raced into the kitchen and looked at her phone, 5 missed calls from her boss. She had to laugh. She was worried but didn't care. She put her clothes back on. All un-creased and perfect. She blushed to herself at his thoughtfulness. She walked, half running back into the bedroom. He just laid there with his arms around his head watching her with a big grin on his face. She ran to the bathroom mirror to make sure everything was in order. Reluctantly dousing herself in perfume to cover the scent of saliva and sex. She loved that smell and wanted nothing more than to be curling up with him breathing it in. 

She walked to the bed smiling and laughing. "I really have to go, I'm sorry" she couldn't stop smiling though.

"It's ok, I understand, Have a wonderful day."

"You too, Bye... ah" She kissed him again, she was about to say his name but realised she didn't know it. She walked for the bedroom door, she didn't want to embarrass herself by asking for it.

She got into her car, took a deep breath and laughed. She started the car and headed back to work. Her boss was furious but she explained she had car trouble and her phone was dead. He calmed down eventually. 

She finished the rest of her work and headed home. Taking a shower. She couldn't stop thinking about her day and how crazy it was. A staggering series of events leading to the best sexual experience of her life. She still had time to get to the travel agent and surf. Thankful for the things to do to keep her mind busy.

When she finally got home from her night with the girls she hardly slept, her pussy on fire over thoughts of him. She masturbated thinking about it twice before falling asleep. The next day at work it was the same. She had to see him again, but didn't have his name or a number. No way of getting in contact with him or so it seemed, the solution hit her suddenly. She called the owner of the house, of course it was her brother that she had just diddled. 

"Hi there, is this Christine?"

"Yes, Who is this"

"Its Sa." she couldn't say who she really was, she was being extremely inappropriate and unprofessional. "Sarah, I'm a friend of your brothers, I seem to have misplaced his number and was wondering if you might be able to give it to me. He always said to call you if I couldn't get a hold of him"

"Umm, I'm sorry, Sarah? is it?. Ahh, I don't have a brother, How did you get my number, who are you?" Samantha disconnected the call and went pale. A million thoughts raced through her mind. What had she done? WHO had she done? Who the fuck was that in the Christine's house? What was he doing there?...

She took a breath, thankful that her work number was set to private. Her fear began to subside. She had had the best sex of her life with a total stranger and she would never see him again. There was nothing she could do about it but enjoy it for what it was. She leaned back in her chair, smiled and laughed to herself. "Wow." she whispered.



The Inspection



Copyright (July 2014) © Sweetleaf 

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Relaxed and captivated by the action unfolding on the television, Jenna was oblivious to the smoldering flame burning low in my belly. 

Partially naked in a hoodie and panties, the image drew me in like a rabbit caught in the magnified lens of an eagle's eye. She was irresistible. Her lithe and supple body languidly draped over the velvet burgundy, cushions was enough to bring any man to his knees. I spied the parts of her exposed and appetizing flesh. It initiated an internal rush of hunger; a hunger to feast on her sex. 

Breaking the spell cast by the heavenly female form seducing every fiber of my being, I tore my eyes away and entered the living room with two replenished glasses of wine. Without glancing up Jenna extended an arm, fingers wide and awaited the cool rounded glass to press against her skin. Game of Thrones had become a habit of late. It had been a delightful revelation to discover a show that included erotic and risqué scenes.

I sat beside her and carefully lifted the hem of the grey hoodie as it interfered with the spectacular view of her sculpted lower abdomen as it angled from sight into the shadow of her panties. The exquisitely formed navel, pierced with a diamond, reflected tiny sparkles of light from the television. By shifting the hoodie to reveal more of the taut and sensual torso, a small but perky breast became partially exposed and I could see the tip of a dream inducing nipple. 

Momentarily glancing away from the screen Jenna's golden, hazel eyes bracketed below an arched brow questioned me wordlessly. An inkling of what was going on in my mind became abundantly clear as my next move spurred the corners of her mouth to twitch and curl into a smirk.

"Ah, what do you think you're doing?" The smirk broadened into a full-blown grin. "Can't you see that I'm watching T.V.?" she teased.

Without verbally responding, I bent over and inhaled deeply of the ambrosial sent of the tanned expanse exposed below the cotton hoodie, lightly dusted with an almost imperceptible fuzz of blond hair. My hands angled between her thighs and applied a light pressure encouraging them to part. A hot breath of air ruffled the hair lining the nape of my neck as I tugged at the top of her panties. They were short, skimpy briefs; white, plain and thin. The sight of them pulled tight against her vulva slammed open the blood tributary leading from below my anus to the tip of my cock. I could feel my jaw ache as my salivary glands erupted causing an involuntary swallow reflex.

Regaining control of the burning sexual fire inflaming my manhood I held my breath and drew small circles on Jenna's lower abdomen with a warm finger. Lightly running it over the bare skin, in and out of the feminine dips and valleys across her waist, triggered a fractional tremor and it rippled down into the gap between her legs. Caressing her hip bones with the raw, calloused hands of a woodworker, I carved into the spaces that led to her mons Venus. Intuition guided me to create a titillating pattern that alternated between soft hot breaths blown directly over her sensual abs and light soothing sweeps of her belly. 

A quick fluttering pass over her crotch using a fingernail, I lightly skimmed the fabric stretched over her cunt and induced a small spasm. Exultant and buoyed by the response, I duplicated the action and was rewarded with the slow sliding of Jenna's feminine frame as it slouched a little lower on the couch. I repeatedly tantalized her, a small pout on my lips. I refrained from direct contact with her most sensitive, hooded bud, in order to tease and stoke the fire of sexual desire. I sensed rather than heard a throaty gurgle from deep inside her. The firm and shapely legs of my lover were slowly slipping apart of their own volition. The expression on her face told me everything I needed to know and was confirmed a moment later. 

Softly whimpering, she cooed, "Mmmmmm." Followed by a sigh. "Ahhhhhhh." 

The grin on my face spread wider; it brought me joy and satisfaction to know she was game; that my intuitive foraging was bringing on the desired effect. 

It was time to push those legs further apart; I needed an unobstructed view of the gap between her legs, the gap that attracts the focus of men's and women's sexual fantasies. Velvety and plush folds of skin curtained behind her panty-clad crotch were clearly open to an inspection. 

A closer scrutiny of the white of her panties revealed a little spot of moisture. Voicing my discovery, mocking and sarcastic, I said, "Oh my, you're leaking. I'm so sorry..." A few more light vertical strokes coupled with pulls on the waistband snugged up the fabric nice and smooth against her flesh and spurred the wet spot to bloom larger. The guttural cooing had now become little whimpers of ecstasy.

"Oooohhh. What are you doing to me? Aaaannnggghh."

This encouraged me to further explore as she readjusted her position. Jenna's focus on The Game of Thrones was quickly dissipating, losing traction to the gathering storm brewing between her legs and it was cancelling out all other distractions.

Bending deeply over her abdomen I blew little puffs of hot, moist air between her legs. Leaning over to kiss the rich, luxurious skin with my lips, I nibbled languidly around the pierced navel murmuring softly. Gently brushing the white panties with my nose, taking care to stay away from her clit, I inhaled deeply of the subtle yet rich aroma of her sex. The edge of the waistband stretched upwards as I pinched it between thumb and forefinger and peeked under it. Turning my head sideways, I got down level with her delicious mons Venus and lifted the elastic higher. The view was intoxicating: a beautiful smooth crest, cleanly shaved to expose the top of the dimple created by the hooded little focal point at the apex of the labia. I could feel heat emanating from her hairless and luscious pussy. The aroma was enough to drive me mad and my cock strained tight against my boxers.

The glass of wine was nowhere in sight and her slender hands were on my head pushing me down in an attempt to press my face flat against her cunt. I resisted, took hold of her hands and held them to the side. This was an inspection, not a quick release; a five-course gourmet meal, not fast food. To have her urge satisfied, she was going to have to be patient. Luckily I was knowledgeable of her folds, ripples of hot, pink flesh and valleys of lubricated, silky softness; I had confidence in my ability to drive her wild. Jenna's pink cloaked button, as well as the deep canal of creamy unctuousness all concealed behind the thin wall of fabric, was to be inspected millimeter by millimeter. It was my goal to make her ache and crave intensely for full contact, for completion; for her to beg and plead for release. 

Positioning myself between her outstretched thighs my lips grazing her navel, I blew hot breaths directly on her pussy as I moved down over her mound. Lifting the edge of her panties to the left of her labia, light was cast and fully illuminated the tantalizing and tasty treat I knew so well. Saliva was building in anticipation of her juicy flavors. A deep thirst had ignited in the back of my throat, a dryness that needed oiling. I had to fight the urge to simply clamp down on her cunt and lick like a dog going at a bowl of gravy. An erection had long since been unrelentingly hardened against my boxers. I was stiff and excited.

Jenna's legs had simply fallen apart, one east, the other west. The TV was a distant fading echo; what she had been watching she could no longer have said. Her panties were soaking wet. The whole lower area was drenched in her juices; there was very little cotton left that was dry. It was time to inspect the thick, plump, blood-engorged labia lips directly. Delicately I separated them fold after fold and exposed the slick, shiny flesh. Her naked cunt half an inch from my face. I imaged tasting her, teasing her and running my fingers and tongue in and around that spectacular gap of lushness. As the seconds ticked by I simply let my eyes feast on the wonder of the female genitalia in all it's beauty and splendor.

Taking the edges of her waistband, I teasingly pulled and pushed her panties down around her ass. Her hips instantly bucked upwards, ardent hands quick to assist in their removal and almost shredded them in her haste. Again, I had to patiently restrain her actions, much to her chagrin. 

Jenna's pleading had become more vocal. "Please, please touch me! Please? I'll do anything you want, I promise! I promise I'll do anything. For God's sake, fucking eat mmeeeee!" she shrieked and growled thrusting savagely at my face. The transformation was a success. I knew I'd be rewarded with her complete surrender. I was to be a witness to her primal urge to orgasm; a willing participant anxious to have her blow all over my face.

Chuckling, I acquiesced and tongued gratefully and tenderly lapping at the outer edges of her pussy lips. Initially I let my fingers lightly flutter and stroke the entrance to her most intimate core. Coupled with small incursions into the deeper folds of her labia my lips gently kissed her hole. Jenna's legs were as wide as she could get them; straining to spread them from one ocean to the other, she wanted me to have full access. 

"There. You happy now? I know you've got me right where you want me!" she half whimpered and laughed. 

"And what? Is this not where you want me?" I chuckled.

There wasn't a fold she didn't want me to clean out and inspect using my tongue and fingers. Sweaty encouragement was mumbled and moaned between gasps and spasms of ecstasy. The splayed reddened lips of her cunt opened like a dam and gushed. 

It was with a sense of submission when I finally decided to relent and permitted her pelvis to latch onto my thirsty mouth. Tirelessly my tongue flicked up into her hole and foraged for her enjoyment. Every thrust of the thick taste-budded muscle that stretched out from between my teeth sought to bring her gratification and pleasure. She was in heat. Her cunt was engorged with hot blood. Finding the source of the fountain of juices, sluicing like a river from deep inside her, I curled my tongue and funneled the liquid greedily into my mouth. It quenched and lubricated my dry throat. It oiled the hinges of my jaw and enabled me to open wider like a boa swallowing a horse. It had become my duty to excavate and flush away any lingering doubts Jenna may have had about what was to come. Unearthing a deep desire to be freshly tilled and mowed into a garden ripe and bursting with the fruit of her orgasm was my raison d'être in this moment.

Panting wildly, she attempted to grab my hair and drive my face into her cunt, though the control she had over her limbs was erratic. Jenna alternated between keeping her balance and working to drive my head deeper in her pussy while keeping my face perfectly aligned with her clit. 

The resolve to maintain control of Jenna's destiny was quickly fading, I couldn't hold her back any longer. It was all I could do to breathe and not suffocate. She ground her pulsing, sloppy, wet cunt against my face and rode me in great convulsing waves. Grasping my head, she slammed my mouth against her vulva not caring whether I was maimed in the process. The primal force of sex had fully consumed her. Jenna humped and stroked herself against my lips, nose and chin. The guttural moaning and the throaty exclamations pulsing from the center of her core were rising in pitch and her breathing had become irregular and shallow. Sweat beaded her every pore and scintillated on her bare skin. 

While mashing my face and tongue deep into her cunt, she erupted and convulsed in her first orgasm. It was like she was fucking herself with my head as she did her best to shove it deep into her slit. How to get her cunt to wrap itself around this large and living vibrator and stuff it whole inside her, seemed to be her focus. 

Hot fluids were spurting from Jenna's hole. My mouth angled advantageously to drive the current of her pussy goo directly down my throat and hungrily absorbed it all. Her climax kept mounting and mounting, exploded and soared again. A series of contractions twisted her body, contorting it wildly. A second agonizingly ecstatic release that consumed her entire world, my face vacuumed to her cunt as it sucked me deeper, shook the foundation of her being. Holding my head directly on her clit and growling ferociously, she forced my face up and down her raw and slippery pussy. There was no denying the final collapse of her self as it imploded within and set off a series of burgeoning spirals of relief like a flower eternally opening its petals to the morning sun. Like a towel rung dry in the hands of a giant, the love flood exiting her cunt drowned me in the rewarding solution of her orgasm. Explosion after explosion of cum erupted from her hot throbbing cunt, as she growled and cried.

"Jesus Christ Mark! Holy fuck! Oh my god. I'm so shaky right now!" After a moment my head still happily lodged against her vulva she continued, "I'm so, like, without words. Oh my god. That was beyond wild. That was awesome!"

Placed directly and intimately between her naked thighs, I experienced the purity of her surrender to the ebb and flow of a climax. Just like her, I was in pure ecstasy. To know how badly she wanted this, how badly she wanted to cum in my face, to let me have it all - that was my reward. 

I couldn't stop smiling even while pressed against her cunt as the last of her hot, slick juices ran down my chin and neck. My face, throat, hands and the top of my forehead were covered in her slippery pussy goo. It felt like I'd just taken a dip in a sweet pool of warm syrup, a delectable solution made for lubricating human parts and feeding hungry desires.

Her contractions reluctantly subsided and breathing slowly returned to normal. The massive, lethargic grin stretched across her flushed cheeks was one of pure satisfaction. Taking my face in her hands she drew me up to her mouth. With a palpable emotion of pure gratitude, she cleaned me. Jenna licked her juices from forehead to the bottom of my chin as she sucked, nibbled and kissed me affectionately.

"Anytime you need to inspect me, you have my permission. No need to ask," she beamed a mischievous glint in her eye.

Tumbling and stretching out on the couch, we kissed and pressed our bodies tightly together arms wrapped around each others waist.



The Inspection



"I didn't know you had anyone else staying here Dan?" my landlord shouted from the living-room. It was time for my inspection, which had rolled around like clockwork, three months to the day since the last. I didn't think I had anything to worry about; even if I could have afforded a pet, I wouldn't be allowed to keep one. I didn't smoke, and I had been brought up house-proud, so I was pretty sure everything was clean, tidy and in its place.

"What do you mean?" I shouted back, casting my eye over the bedroom. I knew it was perfect, but it was always nice to make sure. You never know what secret things you might inadvertently leave lying around!

"These clothes? They aren't yours are they? You know I don't allow subletting without agreement..." 

I didn't even hear the rest. My heart was beating a mile a minute and my mouth had dried right up. I'd obviously missed something!

"Hold on a second," I yelled back, trying to calm down. I needed to get a grip on myself; I'd done nothing wrong; I had nothing to be ashamed of; I just needed to go out and face him! Steeling myself, I gave my bed sheets a final straighten, and then headed in to face the music.

As I opened the door between the two rooms, John, my landlord, was exactly where I expected him to be. He was standing over by the window, puzzling over the things I'd forgotten about. I guess I was just so used to them being around they didn't seem out of place to me. As he heard the door swing open, he looked up, a curious expression on his face. Even though he was edging on 40, nearly 20 years my senior, I'd developed quite a crush on him. He had an amazing body for his age; hell, for any age! He was muscular but not ripped, and the tight t-shirts he favoured suited him perfectly; I was able to ogle whenever his back was turned. Of course, with his back turned, I always had to make the choice about running my eyes over his broad shoulders or down to his fantastic arse; usually I was quick enough to get a glance at both! The ruggedness extended to his face, and the combination of short brown hair and piercing blue eyes made my heart melt and my pulse quicken every time!

"What's up John," I said, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. There was a slight quaver in my voice, but hopefully not enough to notice.

"Who do these belong to Dan?" he replied gruffly, holding up a tiny pair of pink lace panties; they were one of my favourite pairs if truth be told, and were always either on me or in the wash, waiting to be worn next. That's probably why I didn't notice them drying on the radiator; I was too used to them being around. "I don't mind if you have your girlfriend over, but three pairs of knickers lying around suggests she's moved in!"

"No John, it's not like that," I replied quietly, "it's just that...well the thing is...they're...mine," 

I know how foolish it must've sounded to him. I'd always done my best to come across as the nice twenty year old lad, quiet and a bit introverted; the perfect tenant in his eyes. But I had a whole other life when he wasn't around, one I'd been cultivating and growing into for years. I liked to cross-dress! There was nothing more I loved than throwing on something sexy and going out clubbing with my friends. Although that wasn't quite true; the perfect night actually ended with me finding some big-dicked guy to take me back to his and ravish me at the end of the night!

"Bullshit," John muttered, "You expect me to believe that? If you were honest and told me you had a girl move in, that would've been fine! But I don't like being lied to!"

"I'm not lying," I retorted, probably a bit more hotly than I'd meant to; no-one takes being called a liar well! "Why would I lie about something like that?"

"To get out of conning me? To get out of the extra rent you should have been paying? How should I know?!"

"Oh yeah John? Does it look like I'm lying?" I almost shouted back, before turning my back to him. With a swift motion I pulled one side of my tracksuit bottoms down, knowing full well the lacy green thong would prove my point to say the least! Don't ask me why I did it, because I can't explain. It seemed like a good idea at the time!

I must've been standing there for a good ten seconds, one smooth cheek exposed to my landlord, before I realised what I was doing. I reached down and pulled my bottoms back up, before turning around to face him, my cheeks bright red with embarrassment. 

"I shouldn't have done that John," I whispered, "It's just that..."

"No Dan...fuck...no I understand completely; I shouldn't have said what I said; I shouldn't have spoken like that..."

I looked up and saw his cheeks were as flushed as mine under his tan; he looked adorable! I couldn't help but smile.

"It's ok John," I murmured, "I think we were both kind of in the wrong; let's just leave it there."

I left him to it and headed back into the bedroom, leaving him to it. I think we both needed our space for a few minutes; I know I did! I tried to do a bit more sorting in the bedroom, and was so lost in thought I didn't hear John come in

"So...you like wearing that stuff then?" 

I was startled to say the least, but quickly regained my cool before I turned to face him.

"Yeah John; I've been doing it for years now. Don't ask me why; it just feels right."

"I'm sorry again...I shouldn't be so nosy," he muttered, eyes drifting from the floor to meet mine, then quickly back to the floor again, "It's your own business Dan; it's not my place to intrude."

"Don't be sorry," I replied, smiled coyly, "I'm glad you're curious. Some people are less than complimentary."

"Well they're just cunts. You do whatever feels right to you."

"Those are good words to live by John," I grinned, before deciding to push my luck, "Say, do you want to see?"

"See what?" he replied warily.

"Me. Dressed up. You seem curious?" I replied sweetly, moving over to him and resting my hand on his muscular forearm.

"I don't know," John replied nervously, "Are you sure?"

"Of course," I giggled, moving a little closer to him, "I always like showing off. The trouble is knowing who wants me to show off for them!"

"Well...if you want to..."

"Why don't you just wait on the sofa," I smiled, giving him a playful push towards the door, "Give me a few minutes to...freshen up."

Still grinning, I turned and headed into the bedroom. I'd already made sure to tug my bottoms down a little, and I knew he'd have a nice view of my green whale-tail! I made sure to put an extra bit of swing in my hips, just to make sure I drew his gaze to the right spot!

Once in the bedroom, I shut the door and rushed around in a tizzy; I couldn't believe I was doing this. My t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms quickly came off, but I left the thong on. I knew it looked good on me, and it didn't show off too much, unless I wanted it to; I didn't know what the deal was with John yet, and I didn't want to scare him off! I quickly found the matching bra and threw it on. The outfit was then finished off by a pair of black hold-up fishnets and a pair of green heels; they weren't too high, but I knew they made my ass look fantastic and they matched my lingerie perfectly; I was a stickler for colour coordination!

I evaluated myself critically in the mirror; I was already perfectly smooth, and my pale skin worked well with the lingerie. Most people assumed I had my hair cut in some emo fashion. Little did they know, with a few flicks it turned into a sexy pixie-style bob. Now all that was needed was a little make-up! I didn't want to leave my landlord waiting too long, so I did what I could. A little eye-liner and blusher was good for now, followed by my favourite red lip-stick; I was good to go!

I opened the door slowly, and gradually revealed myself, smiling broadly as I watched John's reaction. His eyes trailed slowly up my long, slim, stocking-clad legs and over my panties. I made sure to pose in profile, so he could appreciate the curve of my smooth arse. As his eyes continued upwards, I turned and strutted towards him, hips swaying as his piercing blue eyes met mine. 

"Well?" I smiled seductively.

"Wow," John replied, his eyes travelling back up and down my body, "I was not expecting this Dan!"

"How about Danielle for now?" I cooed. By now, I was standing over him, and took a chance by perching myself on my landlords waiting knee. I made a show of crossing my legs as slowly as possible, while I ran one hand slowly up his thigh.

"Can I ask you something John?" I breathed, my fingers softly brushing along his leg.

"Of course," he replied, eyes fixed on the expanse of my thigh above my stockings. I'm pretty sure he was getting a good view of the bulge in my panties too.

"What's your deal? I've always imagined you being straight as an arrow?"

He smiled softly. "I'm bi actually. It's been awhile since I've been with a guy. But then again, it's been a while since I've met someone like you."

"So I take it you approve then?" I quipped, my eyes still on his as my fingers strayed further up his thigh. It felt like there was something sizeable growing in his jeans!

"Yes...Danielle. Definitely. I'm a big fan," he replied. His hand was on my stockinged thigh now, sending shivers up my spine, "Have you got a nice collection?"

"Oh yeah John...I like a bit of variety," I breathed. It turns out my hunky landlord might be a bit of a lingerie fan! "Do you want to pick out something for me?"

His smile broadened as his fingers brushed against my bare skin "That sounds like it could be fun. Do you want to wait here while I go choose?"

"On one condition babe. You've already seen so much of me...it's only fair that I get to see some of you." As I spoke, my fingers slid up his torso, slowly tugging his t-shirt up, first over his toned belly and then up above his muscular chest. He lifted his arms playfully as I finally jerked it off. I couldn't help but run my nails back down his tanned body as he lowered his arms, his hands resting back on my thighs.

"Fuck you've got a great body," I purred as my fingers traced the lines of his six-pack. 

"Not half as good as yours Danielle," he replied as he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me off him, depositing me on the couch before heading straight into the bedroom.

"The wardrobes open hun!" I shouted after him, spreading my legs slightly to rub myself through my panties. I was already so fucking horny; it was shaping up to be a much more fun morning than I had expected.

John didn't take long, and when he returned bare-chested, he grinned down at me. "I've left something on the bed for you; I think you'll look perfect in it Danielle."

I couldn't contain my excitement, and practically leapt up to get in there, but not brushing as close to John as I could, with one hand brushing over his muscular chest again. 

"I'll be back as quick as I can," I whispered before softly kissing him on the cheek.

Once I got back into the bedroom, I grinned in happiness. John had obviously taken a shine to the panties he'd found earlier; they were lying on my bed, alongside matching hot pink stockings and a lacy pink basque. I quickly changed, pulling the gorgeous material over my skin. Everything was see-through, and the panties could barely contain my throbbing cock. I finished the outfit with my favourite shoes; a pair of Perspex platform heels. I could barely walk any distance in them, but I knew I didn't have to go far, and I wanted to look as fuckable as possible.

"You've got fantastic taste John," I announced as I swayed through the door. The way he looked at me when I showed myself made me fall even deeper in lust with him; his eyes were ravaging me, and he looked fucking gorgeous, sitting there waiting for me in just a pair of jeans.

He didn't take his eyes off me as I made my way back to him. Rather than aim for his lap, instead I kneeled on the couch beside him, one hand trailing down his flat stomach as I leaned in close to him.

"You like how I look John? Do you like how I've dressed up for you?" I whispered softly in his ear as my fingers found his belt-buckle, undoing it deftly.

"Fuck yeah Danielle" he breathed as he turned his head to meet mine. Our lips touched ever so softly as I finished with his belt and went to work on the buttons of his jeans. I could feel him straining for release.

"It feels like you do honey," I purred, "It feels like you've got something special for me as a reward."

My pink lips brushed against his again as his jeans finally came undone. He was as impatient as me, and lifted his hips to tug his jeans down around his knees. All that was left were his silky blue boxers, and my fingers nimbly slipped inside and wrapped around his cock, pulling it out from its confines. I didn't need to glance down to know I found something very special, and slowly ran my fingers along the length as he breathed out in pleasure. His scent was intoxicating. Our lips pressed together again, and he was more insistent now, pressing back against me as I leaned forward. I could feel his soft lips parting, and his tongue darted out against my pink lips. My fingers sped up around his cock, and I marvelled at its thickness as I met my tongue with his. Within seconds, our chaste, soft kisses became more wanton; his tongue fought against mine, and we were both panting softly as his fingers wrapped themselves in my short hair to hold me against him. 

My hand left his cock and pushed against his chest, softly forcing him away from me. I licked my lips seductively, and without saying a word, I began kissing my way down his neck and over his smooth broad chest. I was kneeling on the couch now, and my tongue trailed down the outline of his abs before I finally got my first good look at him.

"Jesus..." I moaned softly, not believing how fantastic this day had become. He was perfect; John's dick must have been nearly eight inches long, and nearly as thick as my wrist. I lay my head against his belly as my fingers eased his foreskin back; he had a massive bellend, swollen and purple and glistening with precum. It looked fucking beautiful!

I couldn't help myself, and softly wrapped both hands around his thick meat. Slowly stroking, my head dropped closer to marvel at him. My initial plan was just to look, to tease, but I couldn't resist, and my lips brushed against the tip of his fabulous cock, making John moan softly above me. His hands were roaming across my back, urging me on silently, and who was I to refuse. I was planting kisses all over his massive helmet, savouring the taste of his sticky precum. My tongue darted out, running circles around his bellend as one hand found his big swollen balls. I squeezed them softly, eliciting a groan of pleasure that spurred me on. Pushing his hands off me, I sat up suddenly and threw myself at him, nails raking down his chest as I shoved my tongue into his mouth. I couldn't help myself; I was like a child in a sweet-shop, and just wanted every inch of him. Luckily for me, John seemed feel the same way, and his hands ran down my back before they found my roud ass, kneading my firm cheeks as we kissed hungrily.

"You've no idea how long I've dreamed of this John," I whispered as I pulled away from him again, standing just long enough to drop to my knees between his legs, "you're even more perfect than I imagined."

"You've seen what you've done to me Danielle," he replied breathlessly, "no-ones had this effect on me for quite some time."

"Well I'll have to sort you out then, won't I?" I replied softly. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I lowered my head again. As my lips met his gorgeous cock-head they parted slowly, welcoming his purple bellend into my mouth. He tasted amazing. One hand was wrapped around the base of his shaft as I took more of him inside me, and I began stroking softly as I began to bob on his huge cock. I loved sucking dick, and John's was something special. He seemed to get even harder inside my mouth, twitching slightly as my tongue flicked against his slit, drawing out silky pre-cum for me to savour. Every so often, I'd pull him from my lips just so I could lick every inch. My tongue trailed over him as he stroked my hair, moaning softly as my mouth made love to him. All I wanted to do was make him happy.

As I took more and more, Johns breathing became shallower and harsher, and he was moaning my name constantly, throwing his head back and thrusting slightly upwards to meet my mouth. All it did was spur me on, and my mouth went into overdrive; I was drooling around his shaft as I took him further into my mouth, squeezing his beautiful balls as I did my best to devour his thick cock.

"Oh fuck yeah...Danielle...fuck yeah...I'm so close..."

Nothing at this stage could've stopped me, and I sucked harder and faster, my own cock straining against my panties as I felt his twitch in my mouth.

"Oh god baby...do you want me...do you want my cum?"

Eyes wide and mouth full, I nodded up at him. It was all I wanted; I needed to taste him. My bright pink lips pulled back to his bellend, and my tongue lashed at the tip as he groaned in ecstasy.

"Jesus baby...Danielle...Oh fuck yeah...here it comes...I'm cumming!"

He finally erupted, panting heavily as I felt the first drop of his seed on my tongue. Rope after rope of thick salty cum erupted from his twitching cock, and I swallowed it down hungrily, keeping his fat dick in my mouth as he leaned back on the sofa, breathing hard and grunting softly. Once I was sure the last drop was mine, I swallowed it all down, relishing the texture and taste as it slid down my throat. It was only then when I let him free, and allowed his bellend to slip out from my lips. God he was still rock-hard! I stood slowly, trying to balance on my heels. I needn't have bothered though; I wasn't even upright before Johns arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me down onto him. His mouth instantly found mine, and he kissed me hungrily as I straddled him. His cock was resting against my panties, right between my cheeks. I loved the feeling. 

"Fuck me John that was a big load. Were you saving it up for me or something?" I whispered, mouth close to his.

"No Danielle...I never thought this was going to happen...never in my wildest dreams. It's been a while since I got lucky, that's all. I hope you didn't mind?" he replied, his cheek brushing against mine.

"God no baby," I purred, kissing him softy again, "it was exactly what I needed...and from the feel of things, it looks like you might have some more for me too?" I quipped, pressing back against his raging boner.

"I want you so bad Danielle," he murmured, kissing me again as he pulled me tight against him, "how about we take this into the bedroom?" 

Without waiting for a response, he stood quickly. I was so shocked my legs and arms wrapped instinctively around him. My heels dug into his back as we kissed again, with John slowly carrying me to my bed. I could feel his huge dick still bobbing against me; I needed it inside me soon!

John practically threw me onto the bed, standing over me as he ravaged me with his eyes. "Roll over Danielle," he grunted softly, towering over me. I was only too happy to comply! Within seconds, my tiny tight ass was in the air, and I was fully expecting to feel John rip my panties off before he pushed inside me. Instead, I leaned my head against my duvet as I felt his mouth on me. Ever so slowly, I could feel his lips work his way from my heels and over my stockinged feet, kissing softly, barely brushing against the sheer material. I groaned softly in appreciation as his hands trailed up and down my calves, soon followed by his eager mouth. His breath was so warm against me, and I arched my back in anticipation as his mouth moved up the back of my thighs. At the same time, his hands had reached my firm arse, kneading gently as the occasional fingertip ran down my panty-clad crack. He had a magic touch, and was making me shiver in pleasure. I slowly pushed back against his hand, wanting more and more. Soon I felt his fingers slip under the lace of my tiny panties, pulling them to one side just as his soft lips moved up over my arse. I was breathlessness, face pressed down against my duvet as his magic touch drove me wild. John's lips travelled over my pert bum before I felt the warm wetness of his tongue; he had a hand on each cheek, and was easing them gently apart as his tongue travelled down my crack. I was in fucking heaven! It seemed like my horny older landlord wanted to give me a rim-job, and who was I to refuse!




The Inspection



My panting got that bit louder as his tongue travelled agonisingly slowly down my crack. Soon his hot breath was against my waiting hole, and he stopped, just waiting as he massaged my cheeks, his rough hands feeling so perfect against my soft skin. Without any warning, I felt the tip of his tongue on me, soft and warm and wet. I moaned loudly as he began swirling his wet tongue around my tiny hole, still holding my cheeks apart Soon he was lapping like a puppy, and I could only groan in encouragement; I was so hard I was almost worried about snapping my knickers, but there was no way I could tell him to stop. It only got better when he pressed his broad tongue against my hole and slowly eased the tip inside me! No-one had ever done that, and it felt incredible! 

"Holy fuck," I groaned, reaching down to rub my cock through my sheer panties, "you've got to get inside me,"

Without a word, he pulled away from me and swiftly flipped me over. He was still between my legs, and his huge hard dick was resting against mine, still straining against my hot pink panties. Smiling down at me, he slowly lifted my legs up onto his broad shoulders, kissing my ankles and calves softly and rubbing his cheek against the material of my stockings. Somehow, I managed to reach the lube that I kept beside my bed and reached down, slowly stroking it along his delicious dick. It seemed even fatter than earlier, and I relished the thought of it inside me.

Still nuzzling against my stockings, Johns hands slowly ran up my legs and under my bum, He was staring down at me now, smiling softly as he lifted me up, just enough to slide his throbbing cock against my tiny tight hole. His bellend was pressing against me, but he didn't press in, just stared down at me, almost waiting.

"Take me baby," I whispered, "I'm yours,"

His smile broadened slightly and he eased inside me, pushing so gently as his thick cock stretched my hole. My eyes rolled half back into my head and I arched my back, clutching the sheets as I groaned in ecstasy.

"Ohhhh fuuuuck John," I managed to gasp, overcome with the feeling of him pushing deeper and deeper.

"Fucking hell Danielle...you feel fucking amazing," he moaned in reply, panting softly as he bottomed out. His fat dick was now buried inside me, and neither of us moved; it seemed both of us wanted to savour the feeling of the other.

"I've never...never been filled like this," I whispered, squeezing my stuffed arse slightly to send a shiver through us both, "you're the perfect fit."

"It's been so long honey...too long," he replied softly, still staring down at me with his piercing blue eyes, "but I know it never felt like this."

He slowly withdrew from me, just a couple of inches, before pushing back as deep as he could go, a little bit harder than before.

"It never felt so fucking perfect," he growled, before leaning over me and pressing his lips against mine.

His hungry tongue wormed its way into my mouth immediately, and I gladly accepted it. John had me nearly bent in half with my legs still over his shoulders, but I never felt more comfortable, more wanted. I was moaning into his open mouth as he began thrusting inside me, each thrust being longer and harder than the one before. Each thrust made me more and more wanton; I dug my nails into the muscles of his arms, and groaned louder and harder as his bellend stroked against my prostate. The tingling in my crotch was telling me I wouldn't last long, but it didn't matter. I was exactly where I wanted to be!

I pulled my lips away from Johns as he continued speeding up; I could feel his balls slapping against my cheeks as he fucked me, and as I turned my head he bit down on my neck.

"Oh god...fuck me John...fuck me lover...fuuuuuck me...I'm yours...I'm all fucking youuuuurss," I wailed as I felt my orgasm approaching. One final thrust was all it took to push me over the edge, and as John slammed inside me, I bucked against him, filling my panties with a creamy load. It seemed never-ending, and all I could do was thrash about on the bed, moaning his name as his strokes became more erratic.

"Oh Jesus Danielle...oh fuck," he panted, his breathing becoming more and more ragged.

"Give it to me John...baby...fill me up," I replied, still revelling in the throes of what felt like a never-ending orgasm, running my nails up and down his arms as I bit down on his lip. He pistoned his gorgeous dick deep into my tiny hole, and with a final push, I felt his cock explode inside me. It was almost enough to set me off again, and I groaned with pleasure as I felt him slow, cum dribbling from his cock still buried deep inside me. We were both breathless and sticky with sweat, and nothing was said for a good two minutes before he eased out from me and collapsed beside me, both of us still slowly catching our breath. I couldn't help myself though; it seems I was already addicted to his touch, at least temporarily, and soon I had my arms and legs wrapped around his muscular body, relishing the warmth of his skin and the heat from his muscular frame. I had my head nestled in the crook of his neck and hummed in appreciation as I felt his fingers trail down my spine.

"So Danielle," he murmured softly, "when should we schedule the next inspection?" 

I lifted my head and grinned sleepily up at him "I was thinking...we might need to make them weekly occurrences...at the very least; what do you think?"

"I can see where you're coming from," he replied softly, "but I was thinking daily; there's just so much to be done around here. In fact, we might need another one in a couple of hours?"

"It's like you read my mind Mike," I purred, snuggling closer against him as we both drifted off to sleep.