5 comments/ 13772 views/ 4 favorites Chantal By: blondevixen40735 She could smell rich cologne and hair pomade through the hood over her head. She heard low voices and the occasional laugh. Chantal tried to think how long she'd been in the dark, how long the coach had been traveling. It had been awhile. Too long to think she was even close to her home in London. The hood was stifling, hot, and scratchy. Her evening clothes now felt restrictive and cloistering. She didn't dare shift...perhaps her abductors still thought her unconscious, weak. She held back the urge to scratch on itch on her nose, and tried to think of her precocious future. The night had held promise. She had met several suitors, all charmed by her blonde curls and unusual violet eyes. She had blushed becomingly at their poems and flattery, aware of her own beauty, yet modest enough to be embarrassed by their forthrightness. It had been a fleeting thought that perhaps her abductors were led by a rejected suitor. Unfortunately, every man thought he had a claim on her, and that had never bode well for pretty girls. The carriage rolled to a stop, and she had to stop herself from letting out a sigh. Her bones were weary, joints sore. Rough arms grabbed her from both sides, carrying her down the tiny steps, up what she thought was a walkway. She heard knocking, a door creaking, and the swish of what sounded like skirts. Several moments later, the hood was yanked off. She was standing in a small room, almost like an inn. There were two figures standing in front of her, both masked and tall. She tried to ask what they wanted with her, what they planned to do, but they placed a piece of cloth in her mouth. She could smell a sort of cloying perfume, and then her world went black. When she awoke, she was naked. She felt only dread as she realized both her hands and her feet were tied to the legs of the bed, forcing her spread eagled. She closed her eyes, and willed herself to be anywhere other than here. The door creak forced her back to the present, and the two figures stood again before her. They murmured to each other, and then removed their masks. Chantal thought one looked slightly familiar, but he had regular features. Both were tall, broad shouldered, somewhat attractive looking. The sneers on their faces, though, made her stomach clench. She tried to spit out the cloth in her mouth, the scent giving her a headache, but she made no progress. They only laughed at her struggles against the bindings and the gag. She gathered her strength and made a strong effort to arch up out of her ties. When her back arched, throwing her breasts forward, both men lost their smiles and looked to be in pain. She realized it was lust, and quickly resigned herself to staying still. The first man came closer, right next to her arm. He removed his gloves and placed a hand on her shoulder, trailing his fingers down her forearm. She shuddered and closed her eyes. "Oh, I think she likes that, Dev." The man near the doorway leered at her, and urged the man closest to her, Dev, on. She felt his hands fall from her arm to her thigh, and couldn't stop the twitch. When he reached her toes, she opened her eyes. The other man had removed his gloves and overcoat and was walking towards her other side. "She looks just like a plaything should, don' she? Mmm...even smells sweet." They both sniffed the air, and laughed. Dev removed his overcoat and tunic, placing them over a chair along with his boots and hose. She saw that he was bigger than she had thought, and much hairier. He caught her looking, and cupped his crotch, scooping it up and rubbing it for her. "Oh yeah, luv. You're going to get a piece of this real soon. Irn, I think she's getting cold. You better warm her up." Irn gave a cruel laugh, tugged on her wrist restraints until she had to cry out, and then trailed his fingers down her throat. His dark, scarred hands looked foreign against her pale, soft skin. He thumbed the fine bones at her throat, down her collarbone to the tops of her breasts. She let out a soft mutter and tried to shake his hands off. Instead of falling off, it pushed his hands directly over her nipple. She gasped, inhaling more of the cloth, and her spine stiffened. Both men chuckled. "Oh yes, she's just a high-born slut. Look at the way she begs for my touch. Oh, this will be a good night." The men congratulated themselves on their success, and then returned to pawing at her body. They rubbed her nipples until they stood erect, pinching them to make her whimper. Dev put his finger into the corner of her mouth, pressing both his finger and the cloth in far enough to make her gag. He took his wet finger and rubbed her spit over her own nipple. When he blew on it, she couldn't stop her shiver. Chantal knew enough to know she was in trouble. No one knew where she was, and this clearly was not going to be a simple ransom. She tried to think of a plan, tried to ignore the way she felt and the sensations in her body. She knew it was wrong, but when the men were palming her breasts, all she wanted was release. When she felt one of their tongues latch onto an aching nipple, she couldn't stop the muffled scream. A few moments later, a sharp knock sounded at the door. Irn and Dev looked at each other in surprise. They grabbed their dirks and opened the door slowly. A large man stood in the doorway. Large was an understatement, Chantal mused. He was a giant. He took in the two men in a glance, and his hand went to his saber. Both men drew their dirks. Chantal knew the moment he saw her lit by candlelight on the bed. His eyes went black like an animal and his whole body tensed. She mentally shivered, unsure of what the cause was. Dev and Irn took advantage of the moment, drawing their dirks on his throat and shutting the door. "Move, and we'll slit your throat." Dev threatened, and then faltered when he saw the giant's menacing look. When he took a step forward, Irn ran towards Chantal, and held the dirk at her throat. Chantal couldn't stop the subconscious swallow, pressing her throat into the knife. She closed her eyes and tried to tip her head back as far as it would go. "Do not hurt her." The giant spoke in hushed, low tones. There was a trace of an accent that let him a lilting edge, almost beautiful. His voice was so low she thought the floorboards vibrated. Irn laughed. "We had no urge to hurt her until you came in here, threatening. We are just two simple folk, enjoying a good night and a good whore. We paid for her fair and square, and we mean to use her well." She could feel the giant's gaze on her, and she knew a blush stained her cheeks. "If she is willing, why is she tied?", the giant inquired. "Oh come now...it's all part of the sport. If you don't believe us, just look at her. See how aroused she is, how perfectly pink her skin glows. If she was frightened, you would see it, no?" Dev motioned towards her. Chantal blushed even more, knowing how she must appear. She felt Dev moved closer, and Irn's knife relaxed a bit at her throat. She started to relax, and then felt hands upon her once more. She inhaled, and then let out a gasp when a calloused hand began to massage her nipple. "See? I can see even this does not convince you. Well, how about this? I'm tired of convincing you, and I am angry you have upset our game. Therefore, take a seat or I will kill her, and then you." Irn seemed to be at the end of his patience. The knife grew closer, and when she swallowed she could feel the pinprick and then a trickle of cold flow down and pool on her collarbone. She watched the stranger sit in the chair, eyes blazing heat and anger. Dev locked the door, blocked it with first a chair and then the heavy desk. Satisfied, he returned to her side. He leaned down and licked her blood up, pausing to nuzzle at her neck. He trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, onto the side of her breast. Chantal quivered, hoping he wouldn't, yet hoping he would. She felt his cold, wet mouth lave her aching nipples, felt the rough edge of his tongue as he teased them until they hurt. She began to worry she would embarrass herself before this night was through. Dev nibbled her breasts until she was hot and tense. Her attention was focused on his ministrations, trying to keep from getting aroused, and so she didn't realize Irn had moved to her other side. She felt the smooth licks from Dev, almost soothing, and then squealed when she felt Irn biting her other nipple, hard. She tried to catch a breath, but he was attacking her breasts, leaving bite marks and spit. Her body was shaking, caught between pleasure and pain. She heard a groan in the corner, wondered if it was from the stranger. Irn continued his onslaught to her tender breasts. She felt Dev's mouth drift lower, to her ribs, then to her belly. When he reached the top of her womanhood, she jolted. He laughed, pushing up on the top of her mons so it was exposed to both men, and the stranger. "See this? If she was a real lady, she wouldn't have taken a razor to her pussy, would she? Oh gads, how she makes me want to fuck her. What a filthy whore, a beautiful slut." She felt Dev's finger caress her folds, and groaned. What had ever possessed her to think she should be clean in that area? Clearly real ladies did not do that. She cursed herself, and then whimpered when she felt Dev's finger caress the top of her folds. She could feel the air on her pussy, and knew it was moist. Her cheeks blazed scarlet as she realized that the stranger now had a clear view of her arousal. She risked a glance, saw him still sitting in the chair, fists clenched. He seemed poise to bolt, or to attack...she didn't know which. She saw his dark eyes – must be brown, she thought – his broad shoulders and thick hips, narrowing to a tight waistline. His breeches were cloaked in shadow, but she could see the bulge and it looked substantial. She sighed, and Dev took it as acceptance. He slid one finger up in her, and her eyes drifted shut in agony and arousal. Every slide in and out took his remaining fingers over her clit. He started pumping faster and faster. Irn took a cue, and held both her nipples up away from her body, pinching until she squirmed. When her body started to shudder, Dev ripped off his breeches and entered her in one thrust. She blinked tears back from the pain, but when he kept riding her she couldn't help the tidal wave of her orgasm. Her back arched up, into his next thrust and she groaned in primal satisfaction as he wedged himself deeper. He pumped a few more times, and then threw his head back as he came inside her. She was still shuddering when she felt a something wet touch her lips. Irn had moved his aroused cock to her lips and was forcing them apart, removing the rag. She tried to shrink away, but he pulled at her bruised nipples until she bent forward to take him. He was not gentle. He pushed at the back of her throat until she coughed, and then slammed his cock into her mouth again and again until she was forced to suck harder to keep him from hitting her tonsils. When she suck in during his thrusts, he simultaneously pulled her nipples and Dev ran his tongue over her clit. The triple pleasure in every orifice was driving her crazy. She began to suck harder, hoping it would end. She felt someone's hands in her hands, and she opened her eyes to find the stranger. He was massaging his cock through his breeches, looking to be in pain. She willed him over with her eyes, hoping he understood. He stood, and Dev and Irn stopped. The stranger took one look, dropped his breeches and walked to the edge of the bed. Naked from the waist down, he untied her left ankle, glaring at Irn when he looked to stop him. He untied the right, and the pushed her body over onto the side. Her arms twisted, he pulled one more time and she flopped over, the ropes twisted and tighter, but not unpleasant. Her face was into the pillow, and she felt hands under her belly, pushing her bottom up into the air. All three men groaned, and she secretly smiled. She felt three sets of hands, underneath and around her, caressing, pinching, pulling. She felt hands prodding her, and the bottom half of her being lifted. She felt a hair-roughed body slide underneath her and groaned at the sensation of a warm, rough chest sliding over her sensitive nipples. When he settled, she opened her eyes. She was lying on top of the giant. Looking into his eyes, she realized they were a dark blue, not brown. He was beautiful, she thought, blushing at her audacity. He lifted his lips in a sort of smile, and nudged her body up with his thigh. She gasped, feeling his leg slide in between hers, rubbing against her still-pulsing clit. Her arms were tied around his head, almost like a lover's embrace. Her neck began to feel the pull of being held up, and she rested her forehead against his. She felt his arms go around her waist and gentle press his erection into her belly. When she felt his lips meet hers, all fear fled. He was gentle and possessive, kind and passionate. She moaned when his teeth nipped at her lips, mirrored his actions and heard him grown, felt the rumble in his chest. Her legs fell around the outside of his, linked over his knees. She was lost in his kiss, brought back to earth by a mouth on her pussy, spread wide for all to see. She whimpered, tried to shift away from the pleasure of a tongue lapping up her juice. He just kissed her harder, pressing his hands into the soft underside of her breasts. She could hear Dev and Irn breathing hard, knew it was their tongue and hands she felt stretching her pussy, pushing inside. She felt the stranger pull back, wait for the fingers to leave, and then pushed into her in one slide. He stretched her to the point of pain, where she could feel him all the way up in her insides. When he pulled out, she inhaled and then let out a cry as he slammed into her again and again. She felt a trickle of moisture drip down from her lower back, seeping into the seam of her bottom. She shivered, as she felt a finger rub the liquid into the button of her asshole. The giant kept up his relentless rhythm, and with each thrust she got more used to the finger pushing in gently, until finally she pushed against it, forcing it inside of her. She moaned, and threw her head back. The stranger pounding away in her pussy and the finger in her asshole was too much. She quivered and shook for what seemed like minutes, contracting around both invaders. Her body tried to slump down, but the giant wouldn't let her relax. His mouth latched onto her nipple, and he began the rhythm again. She pleaded, whimpered...no one listened. When she felt the finger again at her ass, this time she pushed hard. She heard Dev and Irn moan, and bent to suck on the giant's neck. When she felt his body tense, she knew she had him too. In a moment of pure naughtiness, she wiggled her bottom, sliding down on his cock in a circular motion. His arms locked around her, and bit down on her lip. She could feel his arms straining, shaking, trying to control himself. When she wiggled again, she felt not a finger return, but a dick seeking entrance. She moaned, pushing back on it until it slowly entered her. She panted, feeling the fullness of having two cocks inside her at once. She felt them both waiting, asking to continue. She reached down to lick the sweat that had dripped onto the giant's cheekbone, and gave one last wiggle. They both surged into her, pumping furiously. She felt her ass contract around the cock cumming in her asshole. She felt it slip out, and another return in its place. When she felt that one contract, release, and retreat, she knew Dev and Irn were both finished. Chantal looked down into the eyes of her last attacker, and realized she had never felt attacked by him. He looked at her inquisitively, and felt the break in his relentless pattern of thrusts. She could feel his back muscles quiver, knew he would hold out if she asked him to. She impaled herself onto his cock, and kissed his ear at the same time. His groan turned into a shout as she felt his release inside of her. What felt like seconds later, she awoke to Dev and Irn tied to a chair, naked, and unconscious. The stranger was cleaning off his saber and redressing. He reached the door and took one last glance back. He was startled to see her staring at him. He looked down, ashamed. She reached up to itch her nose, and realized she was untied and clothed in her corset. She saw her gown over the chair, unballed from under the bed like it had been. "I didn't know you were a lady. You cannot know the fury I feel for myself in not realizing that." The stranger bowed his head in shame. "If you wish to press charges, or use a weapon upon me, I will not stop you. It is no worse than I wish myself, I assure you." She thought on that, replying only with, "I could have stopped you." She saw him pause for a moment as the words seeped in. When he looked up, his eyes were alight as they had not been before. She continued, "I could not stop them, and fright led to a sort of arousal. I could not control that, and that is my shame. I knew you, however, I could stop at any point. You gave me my choice. And I chose you." He crossed the room in three long strides and gathered her up into his arms. "I will be forever yours, to protect you and love you. Know that I would give my life for you." Chantal pressed a kiss upon his brow. Though circumstances had thrown them together in mysterious ways, she knew he spoke the truth. And when she felt his cock growing against her womanhood, she knew she had found her soulmate, her protector, her match in every way. Chantal Nights The craziest experiences of our lives always occur when we least expect them. People come into to our lives when we aren't looking for them. This happened to me on a business trip to Charlotte. My boss had asked me to visit the store of a potential client for our consulting business. I hated these kinds of trips. No fun, just a quick flight in, a meeting, a half decent meal on the company teat and then back to the hotel for a night of cable TV and a six pack from a convenience store. This time was no different. The owner, a beautiful middle-aged blonde in a flattering blue dress, seemed irritated that my boss had pawned the trip off on me. I explained that his wife's birthday had coincided with the trip which appeared to calm her down. As I ran through the consulting offer I couldn't stop staring at her shapely calves and black patent leather stiletto pumps. These business trips always made me horny. The hot women in the airport, the stewardesses, bar girls, etc. As we closed our meeting, I had the temerity to ask if she had dinner plans. She went from mild irritation to barely concealed disdain. I packed up my attaché and bid Ms. Sexy Heels adieu. I told her I'd be in touch although there was no way I was calling that bitch. My boss could do that. I'd made this pointless trek on my day off and no matter how quickly I would've jumped on her sweet body, I was not going to add insult to injury by letting her have the pleasure of also turning down our business offer. Back at the hotel, I headed straight for the bar. We weren't supposed to expense alcohol but fuck it. I deserved it. "Myers and coke," I barked at the bartender. "No, make it 151 and coke." "Yes, sir" he answered and efficiently produced my medication. "Should I start a tab?" "Absofuckinglutely. Sorry, that was rude. Yes a tab...Mike?" "Mike or hey you, whatever suits you." "Can I also get a menu?" "Absofuckinglutely, Mr?" "Ed. But skip the mister 'cause that would just be weird." I sat back in my bar chair and surveyed the dining room on the right. Empty. The wait staff was standing around looking bored. I sighed. "Must've been a tough one," a feminine voice commented from behind me. I turned to meet the voice and found a slender brunette smiling next to me at the bar. "151 and a sigh. There are much tastier chasers for a drink like that," she winked. I checked her out from head to toe. I know it was obvious and somewhat rude but I guess her surprise made me forget my manners. She was hot in all the ways I find sexy. Her hair was styled nicely, impeccable make up, red lips, luscious curves dressed up in a button down blouse and a black pencil skirt with a thigh revealing side slit, sleek black legs wrapped like a present in shiny black pantyhose, and perched on four inch black pumps. Men love a real, feminine woman. She gave me a wry smile when I recovered my courtesy and met her gaze. All the horniness I had felt at the business meeting came rushing back and took up residence in my cock making it jump a bit. "I've had worse but thanks for noticing," I offered courteously. "I'm Chantal" "Yes you are. What an exquisite name. French?" "Maybe after I get to know you better, Ed." Chantal's eyes crinkled as she briefly touched my shoulder to slip up onto the bar chair next to me. I felt my heart race a little. "What'll happen if you get to know me a lot better?" "I just might give you a big surprise, Ed," she taunted as she hiked her skirt slightly and crossed her legs. The pointed toe of her shoe rubbed against my pant leg. "Those are some seriously sexy heels you've got there, Chantal. Do they hurt your feet to walk in them?" "Why, you want to try them out?" she shot back sarcastically. I blushed. She got me. I felt a little like I was a pervert or something. "I'm just teasing you. Yes, sometimes they're murder but it's worth it. I feel super hot when I wear them and men always notice me. These women and their comfortable shoes. Boring. They're missing the best part of being a woman. The privilege of being feminine." "I couldn't agree more. I guess I'm old fashioned. I am absolutely enthralled my feminine women. I love everything about them. The hair, the perfume, the makeup, the sexy clothes and don't get me started about how much I hate barelegged women. A nylon calf, the sweet wisp of hosed legs as they strut by. God." "Then you oughta love me. We have something in common already and we just met. Isn't that fun?" I could only smile. "I have about a hundred pairs of pantyhose and I'd wear every pair I own for you. Would that cheer you up?" She reached over and squeezed my thigh. My cock was now like an iron bar. She slid her hand higher. I watched as her bright red nails etched the outline of my bulging trousers and then lightly pressed my manhood. "You look pretty cheery already." She leaned towards me. I returned the favor by lightly running my fingers over her soft sheer nylon covered knee. Chantal made low humming sound of appreciation. She pressed her mouth to my ear and whispered. "If you get that hard from just a little sexy talk, you're gonna explode when I do something really hot." With that she tugged emphatically on my cock like it was an exclamation point. I gasped. I'm no prude but I checked to see if the bartender had seen this and for once was glad that he was not to be found. "Describe really hot," I probed. "Hmm. Pantyhose man. I bet you'd like to rub your dick all over my legs. Or press it hard into my hose covered butt crack. Maybe you'd like me to sit on your face? Or maybe me on yours" "Uhh..." I was a flustered but totally intrigued. "Anything else?" "Maybe you'd like tie me up with my hose and do whatever took your fancy." She licked the interior of my ear. Where was that bartender? I needed to settle up right now. "That could be fun." "Maybe you'd like to try a pair on and have me lick your big fat cock? Or how about you just fuck me 'til I cum all over your throbbing meat?" Mike appeared from the kitchen. I waved. "Check?" Chantal's suite was way bigger than my room. I could hear her singing lightly as she did whatever women do in front of the mirror. The entire trip to her room had been surreal. She had kissed me in the elevator and then led me by the hand down the long hallway with a slow sexy strut. Once in her room, she made me a drink and then excused herself to freshen up. When she returned I was in awe. She was wearing only a black silk slip, black opera gloves, sheer black pantyhose, and black patent leather stilettos. "You like?" I nodded. She strolled over to the loveseat and then stretched out sensuously. She motioned for me to join her. As I approached she raised her beautiful legs and allowed me to sit. Then she stretched them across my lap. I tried hard to get a glimpse under her slip but to no avail. "Remember your question about my feet in those shoes? These are even harder on them. Mind giving them a little attention?" she asked coyly. I was transfixed by her legs on my lap. From her thighs exposed just under the slip to the hot bit of toe cleavage peeking out of her pumps, I was in heaven. I removed her shoe and began what I intended to be my greatest foot massage ever. She moaned slightly as I worked the ball of her foot. "Yes. You have good hands. That's a good sign." "Of what?" I asked, my cock straining at my boxer briefs. "An attentive lover, silly. Do my other one now." I accommodated her wish and removed her other stiletto. I studied her nicely pedicured and painted toes. Deep red shone through the black nylon in a way that turned me on even more. I continued the massage for a few more minutes, relishing every minute, every touch. Chantal's eyes were lightly closed. I was clearly relaxing her. I knew I was good at this. I had gotten in more women's panties via their feet than any other move in my repertoire. "Oh, sweety! That is fabulous," she cooed as she sat up. "Anything I can rub for you?" I looked at her slyly. "Take it out." "Why don't you take it out, baby?" I responded. Chantal leaned over towards me and unzipped my trousers. I couldn't wait to get my cock out of its confinement. She gingerly pulled it out of my briefs and through opening in my pants. "Nice cock, Ed" she smiled. "I'm gonna have fun with that." With that she reclined again and started rubbing it with her pantyhose covered feet. What a sensation. She pressed my purple cock head between her insoles and rubbed it up and down until pre-come oozed from the tip. She took one toe, dabbed it, and then stretched a long strand up until it dripped away. Chantal tantalized me with the deft use of her feet, the fabric stroking my cock head and the most sensitive under area. The blood surged making it as hard as steel. Sensing that I was about to explode, she stopped. I watched with slight disappointment as Chantal rose to her feet but was encouraged by the sight of her putting her heels back on and standing directly in front of me with her gloved hands on her hips. "Now for the real fun." She strutted over to the dresser and turned on some slow romantic music. She turned to face me and started to dance a very sensually. The music was jazzy and full of sultry saxophone. I noticed how fit she was. Fit without being sinewy. Her long legs were the nicest and shapeliest I'd ever seen in person. She was a skilled dancer. I loved that. She bent forwards and touched her right toe , running her hands up the length of her leg. She was not only fit but flexible. My cock was raging. As she reached the top of her thigh she turned sideways and lifted her slip up to her waist. She was wearing sheer to the waist pantyhose. No panel, totally sheer. Normally I was happy to catch a glimpse of a woman's hosiery, any part of it. Now I was getting it all. "You want to cha cha with me, lover boy?" "No, I'm fine right here." Chantal danced towards me and then turned her back. She shook her ass to the slow beat. My cock throbbed hard. It was the second time I nearly came. I thought of everything I could to not blow my load. As if she sensed that I was struggling to not cum, she inched her slip up over her butt cheeks offering a full view her black pantyhose covered ass with one black g string running up the crack of her buttocks. I could see her wonderful plump ass with nothing in the way, possibly one of my biggest turn-ons. I wanted to run over and grab that ass or bite it or lick it or fuck it, but that seemed like a long shot. I'd settle for her turning around so I could see her hot little pussy. I wanted to see how nice the it looked before I fucked her silly. She dropped her slip back down over her ass, turned and strode towards me. Without a word she pulled me to my feet. I couldn't help myself. I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me, my cock pushing between her legs. She squirmed a bit but then relented. I held her with one arm and with the other pulled her mouth to mine. I kissed her hard. She opened her lips and accepted my probing tongue. She squeezed her thighs tightly around my cock nearly making me cum again but I managed to hold onto my juice. In a mad whirl of passion she kept kissing me while she undid my belt and fly, sending my pants to the floor. I kicked off my shoes as she pulled down my briefs and unbuttoned my shirt. I wiggled out of it and now was completely naked in front of this gorgeous woman. "Now it's your turn," I chided. "Not quite yet," she answered as she pushed me down on the couch. She got down on her knees and opened my legs. She examined my manhood carefully. "9 inches of beautiful cock would be my guess, Ed. You should be proud. I don't get to see many that big and perfect. Love the fat head on it, too. I should take a picture. My girlfriends will never believe me when I tell them about you." With that she ran her tongue from the back of my balls to the tip of my head three times and then ran it around the head so many times I lost count. She licked me from the tip to the base and went to work on my balls, kissing and fondling them. Then she drove me mad by tracing the ridge from my balls to my asshole, lightly tapping and darting around my hole and then in and out of it. No woman had ever done that. Wow, I was reeling. It was all so unbelievable. I was sure something would go wrong. But it didn't. It just kept getting better. If she was a pro, so what? She was worth the money. I hoped she wasn't. I liked thinking she was actually attracted to me. Her hand gripped hard at the base of my cock. What a grip that was! Chantal put her lips over the tip of my cock and slowly worked me into her warm moist mouth, moving an inch at a time and then moving back to the tip. Back and forth, in and out until she reached her gloved hand near the base. She moved her hand to fondle my sack and then went to the bottom of my cock. I could feel the fabulous sensation of her lips around the root of my penis. I was lost in lust, enjoying every millisecond of her splendid cocksucking. Some women wouldn't suck your cock. Some did but acted like they didn't like the taste but wanted to make you happy. Then there were the Chantals of the world: hungry, loving, world class cocksuckers. She knew everything a man could like. It was like she had ESP. I was almost catatonic. I didn't want to blow yet but wasn't going to last much longer with this kind of luscious mouth sex. But who cares. I'd hump her later. Fuck it, I was going to let it loose. In the middle of my pre-explosion spasms she slipped her mouth off and grabbed the tip hard, preventing me from cumming. "Oh..." I yelped in frustration. "Oh, baby. If you pop, you'll miss the chance to fuck me," she taunted. "God, no woman has ever done that kind of suck job on me. It's like you were in my head the whole time. You must love cock." "Hmm. Yes I do," she agreed standing in front of me. "I know a man's cock inside and out." "Sucked a lot of them?" I giggled. "Yeah, baby. Including my own. Want to see me do it? I'm really limber, Ed" "Say what?" I stuttered. " Remember I said if you were good I'd give you a big surprise? Here it is." With that she raised her black satin slip and I found a huge cock staring back at me. "What the fuck? You're a dude?" "No honey, I'm not a dude. I'm the hottest girl you ever met but with a little bit of extra skin." And she wasn't kidding. Her cock was almost as big as mine and the head was a little larger. As I took it all in, she reached in under her pantyhose and untied the sides of her g string. She tossed her thong to the floor and straddled my leg, pressing my head towards her crotch and what happened next will remain a mystery for life. For some reason, a reason I'll never be able to provide, I put my mouth right on her nylon covered cock head. I wasn't forced, tied up, offered money, or anything. I put my lips and tongue right on her beautiful, hard cock and then I was past the point of no return. I licked every inch of her cock, loving the feel and the sight of it through her hose. After I few minutes, she stretched her hose down under her scrotum and stroked herself. Man, she had a nice cock. Even straight guys can admire a nice looking cock. Without urging I took her in my mouth and sucked her as if it was my own. She began to verbally urge me on but I couldn't manage the length without gagging. I don't know what got into me but today, for first time it was another man's cock. "Maybe if we get together again, I'll show you how to do that without gagging," she whispered. "But for now, I want you to fuck me." "Listen, I'm not gay, okay?" "Yeah honey, neither am I," she laughed. "No I mean it. I've never done this before. I had no idea. I just thought you were the hottest woman I've ever met." I smiled. She smiled back. Chantal somehow managed to put that fat cock of hers back inside her hose. The site of her erection stretching at her pantyhose almost made me cum...again. "That is so sweet. I am the hottest woman you've ever met and in a bit, I'll be the best piece of ass you've ever had in your life, too." Chantal stood and then pulled me up with her. She grabbed my hands and placed each palm on an ass cheek and then pulled me against her mouth again. We kissed passionately. She whispered in my ear. "Fuck me. I need fucked and I'm tired of my rubber cock. It's been way too long." She kissed me hard. I loved the feel of her ass in hose. I always loved that but most women don't appreciate how much men love hose. If they did, they'd all wear them. In fact, women don't appreciate the allure that their lingerie and undergarments have for men. Now that I'd met Chantal, it occurred to me that maybe cross dressers understood this or maybe they dressed up to match the women that turned them on. Or maybe I was overthinking, looking for a rationale to justify the fact that I was deeply attracted to another man. I had kissed another man. Another man had sucked my cock better than any woman. I had sucked another man's cock and loved it. I was getting ready to fuck another man's ass. I didn't see Chantal as another man, though. She was in her own category. Chantal led me to her bed. She stretched out on her back assuming a very alluring pose. "Don't keep me waiting, lover." "Why? What if I do?" I toyed, rubbing my swollen meat to tease her." Maybe I'll just jerk off while I stare at your hot bod. Come all over your hose covered dick." I ran my hands all over her legs and then squeezed her dick hard." "Don't! I'm just about to explode, sweetie. I want to do it with your cock buried in my ass. You won't believe how good it'll feel when I come all over your hard cock. Fuck me." I didn't need much more prodding. I climbed on top of her. We began to kiss and rub our cocks against each other. It was a wild sensation of pure lust as we dry-humped. Chantal then raised her knees to her chest. I licked the backs of her knees and calves and then kissed her budding little tits. She moaned appreciatively. I spotted a rubber on the night stand and seized it, ripping open the packet. I couldn't fathom what was happening to me but I liked it. I stretched the latex over my cock. Chantal grabbed the lube from the stand and handed it to me. I hurriedly applied it. "Be generous. I'm a little scared of your size, honey." "You should be." "Pull down my hose, hurry. Fuck me, now." That really got me going. I grabbed her arms and pressed them to the bed behind her head. "I'm in charge now. I'm gonna do whatever I want. Maybe I don't want to fuck you now. Maybe I'm gonna just rip those hose right off you and suck you off instead." "No, be nice now. Give it to me," she pleaded. With that I grabbed the stretchy fabric that so drove me insane and tore an entry way towards her pink little hole. My cock had never felt this hard, this sensitive and honestly I think it was actually bigger and longer than ever. I pressed it against her opening and then in slightly. There was some resistance and then the head popped in. Chantal moaned gutturally. It felt so good that I pulled back out and stuck it in again. I eased in slowly. I was aware of not wanting to hurt her, not wanting to have this end too soon or pop too fast. The tightness was exquisite. "Slow. Let me get used to you." "Does it hurt?" "Not in the least but don't go in farther yet or it might." For some reason it's hard to not cum when you're trying not to. I wanted to fuck her hard and yet I didn't want to pop too soon. "Kiss me for a minute." We kissed. It was so passionate. I felt like I really liked Chantal. That scared me. My fear was short lived and gave way to pure raw lust. Chantal Nights "Let me push towards you. Don't move. I want every inch of you in me. It's just that you're huge." She slowly inched her hips towards my pelvis until her rosebud met the base of my cock. The feeling was luscious. Even better than her mouth, if that was possible. Her ass gripped my cock like a velvet vise. She lay under me, eyes closed, mouth gaping as she got accustomed to my presence. "Eddie, you feel so good. Thanks for being patient. I can feel you throbbing against my ass. It's so sexy. Look at my cock, I am so fucking hard. I need room." She shifted her huge cock down the leg of her hose, the sight of which drove me crazy. It was pulling at the black sheer fabric. She gave me a lustful glance that said go ahead and then shut her eyes. Her mascara and long eyelashes made her even more alluring to me. I began to slowly slide my cock in and out of her ass. As I picked up speed, I could watch her cock jump upward with each down stroke of mine. The passion surged as we fucked harder and harder. "God, fuck me Ed. Fuck me as hard as you like." I was more than willingly. I watched her ass stretched obscenely around my cock. It was so tight I wondered if it was cutting off my circulation because my penis skin seemed stretched taut like an overfilled balloon. Chantal was enjoying my thrusts and was very vocal about it. Then I did something I have no idea why to this day. I pulled out of her tight hole and lay back on the bed. "Get on top of my cock facing away." "A little reverse cow-t-girl, lover?" "Sure, call it what you want just get on my cock now!" Chantal straddled me. I grabbed her cute plump ass cheeks. She leaned back toward my cock and slipped it through her hose. I rubbed it back and forth in her crack, the nylon rubbing erotically along the top of my cock. Then I slid it back into her hungry opening. She sat the whole way down on me. I pulled her back towards me so she was reclining on my chest. God she felt awesome. I kissed her neck and shoulders. As I did I ran my hands all over her chest and then down her stomach until I was caressing her thighs and stomach. I loved the nylon under my fingertips. "Touch my cock, Eddie" she murmured leaning back towards my ear. I bit her ear and then reached down to her cock. Every time I touched her penis, her back passage got a little tighter. I was pressed against her prostate. It was hard and throbbing just like our cocks. "Make me cum, you're torturing me, honey." I reached in under her pantyhose and firmly grabbed her cock. I squeezed and pulled at it. She called out and her ass began to spasm rhythmically. I pretended I was jerking my own cock which, given her response, was almost true. I wished I could be sucking and fucking her at the same time. This was a new, very weird but incredibly erotic thought. I knew I was close and kept masturbating Chantal until she cried out loudly. "Jesus!" Her ass spasmed violently. The sensation was the most fantastic thing I'd ever felt. My cock exploded in long, deep contractions that I could feel clear back in my ass and up my spine. I felt like my brain was exploding. Chantal shot streams of cum inside her hose and all over her belly. My cock writhed inside her, spilling a lot of juice inside my condom. She collapsed back on me, drained and weary. I heard what I thought was a sob. I was terrified that sound. "Did I hurt you?" "Hurt me? God no." "Oh. I thought you were sad." "No honey. That was possibly the most passionate sex I've ever had. I'm not gonna lie and tell you anything like I've never been fucked before or that kind of crap. But I can assure you that is the best sex I've ever had. You are a hell of a lay." "Thanks, I think." Chantal dismounted and turned to me. She kissed my cheeks and forehead. "Have you done this before?" she asked, tightening her eyes. "That last move was no first timer move." "No, really, never. I just kept imagining what I might like and that seemed to make you happy." "You're a natural little tranny chaser, Ed. Aren't you? Ever think about this before?" "Not really, although I've seen like impersonators and stuff that I thought were hot and kind of played that game of I could fuck that or not. But with you, I really thought you were a chick. I guess I'm naïve." "Do you have a girlfriend, honey?" "I'm divorced and just broke up with a girlfriend of about a year. We weren't on the same page sexually. I mean I really liked her but I'm way more adventurous. My ex spoiled me but let's not go there." "My ex was the same way," Chantal laughed. "I was always prettier than she was. She dealt with my cross dressing but when I asked her about pegging me with a strap on she bolted." "Bummer." "All for the best, I guess. Maybe I could be your girlfriend for a while, Eddie." "Hmm, we'll see." With that we drifted off to sleep. Chantal Rose The house is still and quiet in the early morning. The sound of gentle falling rain against the glass of the window is what has awakened me. I lay there, slowly coming aware sensing the sound of your rhythmic breathing. I turn onto my side to face you. Your hair is falling down over your shoulders, a stray wisp lays across your cheek. Your muted breath escapes through soft pink, slightly parted lips. You're lying on your side and your faced is brushed with the rain soaked early morning light that comes in through the window. Your nightgown hugs your body close. I can see the outline of your ripe full breasts. As you breath, your breast's move, brushing your nipples against the soft cotton. A darker mauve colour is apparent through the thin cotton accentuated by the swollen mound of your puffy areola and its long nipple. Turning on my side, I watch your sleeping face... your so beautiful. Reaching out with one hand, I undo the top button of your nightie... and the next... and the next... and then I lift the edges of the open nightie, framing your breasts. They have a newfound fullness. Lush, round globes. Normally they have pink soft nubs but this morning, your nipples are fuller and longer than usual with an incredible darker red colour that contrasts with your skin. My fingertip traces over your soft skin, over the pale freckles and then down the valley between your breasts. I can feel your warmth on my skin. I turn my palm up and hold your breast in my hand. It's heavy and full. "Coeur doux bonjour", and I look upwards to your face to see that your now awake. Keeping my hand on your breast, "Tête somnolente bonjour " as I lean in to kiss you on the lips, a soft lingering kiss. Drawing back, I look into your eyes. Green with just a hint of the usual hazel overtones. Nose to nose. My hand leaves your breast, brushes the stray wisp of hair from your cheek to behind your ear, traces down along the edge of your ear, lingers on your earlobe. Then I trace along the side of your neck, over your soft skin, along the top of the shoulder, back to the base of your throat. Downward, back between your breasts to trace along the crease on its underside, up the far side, over the top. Lazy circle around, over the tight skin, and your nipple darkens even deeper red in anticipation. I close in on the distended circle of your areola, trace over the first row of tiny bumps that are at the beginning of the darker circle. I can see your eyes start to close as you focus on where my finger is tracing. I can hear your breathing change with soft moans residing deeper in your throat. I duck my head so your nipple is before my eyes. The darker areola is distended and almost dark mauve. Your nipple is long and hard and plump and I circle around the edges of your areola with the hard tip of my tongue I notice the first tiny drops of milk. They rest on my tongue. I taste your milk. I want...more. The engorged warm nipple slips between my lips and your hand cradles the back of my head holding me to your breast and I suck gently. Hard to believe but your nipple swells even more between my lips and you pull me closer so your nipple enters deeper into my mouth and I start to suckle you. I'm rewarded with more drops of your sweet milk. Past my lips, over my tongue.....drinking you. All I can hear is your breath, soft moans in your throat, my soft sucking sounds as I nurse. Your hand reaches up to your breast, brushes my lips, squeezes just below the base of your areola. Warm, sweet milk sprays over my tongue. The taste is sweet and delicate. Your other hand cups the soft smooth mound of your pussy, finds the lips, pink, warm and damp and you tease them apart, slip between them. You alternately pump your breast into my face, thrusting your fingers into yourself. The tempo suddenly quickens and you cum, arching your back, calling out loudly and your body trembles with your release. Soft "mmm's" escape your parted lips and you take your wet fingers from between your lips and I pull back from your engorged nipple so you can trace around your darken areola, your softening nipple with wet finger tips. I bend forward, retake your nipple in my lips and savour the two sweetest flavours. The two flavours of my Chantal Rose. Chantal Rose: At the Club Chantal Rose, you had never been to this club, one of Montreal's notorious swinging clubs on rue de Frontenac. In anticipation of the evening, you are wearing your close fitting red dress with a plunging neckline that showed the freckles in the valley between your breasts. A golden belt accentuates the firm tummy and sensual curves that drive men wild. As the club door swung close behind you hesitate. Your eyes take a minute to get use to the darker interior of the room. The room was reasonably full for an early evening, a good mix of couples and singles, some on the dance floor swaying seductively against each other, others lounging at the bar, the rest taking it all in at one of the many tables and chairs scattered around the dance floor. You walk to the bar, aware of the many eyes, male and female that are on her. Your awareness of these appraising eyes, encourages you to walk slowly, sway your hips, to put a bounce in your step so your breasts move under the shimmering material of your bodice. At the bar, you perch on a barstool, sitting on the edge of the seat with one leg on the bar rail the other foot resting on the lower rung of the stool. I'm at the end of the bar, but you are still scanning the darkened room searching for my face and don't notice me. I motion the bartender over, give him my order. A glass of champagne appears at your elbow. The bubbles rise in a steady stream to the surface and burst. You pick up the glass and in the corner of your eye you see me. You lift the glass in toast towards me and take a small sip. The bursting bubbles tickle the end of your nose and the smooth golden liquid puts a smile on your face and I smile in return, lifting my refreshment to my lips. The music in the room is all invasive and you find your body swaying to the music. Crossing your legs at the knee, you swing your foot to the beat, your shoe dangling and turn on your seat to take in the dancers on the floor. A stranger comes up to you, asks you to dance and offers his hand. You take it in yours, jump off the stool and head to the dance floor. On the floor, the music changes to a deep rhythmic salsa beat that encourages you to lift your arms over your head as you sway your hips. Your long hair falls down over shoulders, hides your face. Your partner steps behind you, puts his hands on your hips, matches the thrusts of your hips with his. He rests his head on your shoulder and nuzzles your neck under your fallen tresses. You respond to his touch, push back into him, find him erect and nestle him between the cleft of your ass. You throw your head back, take his hands in yours and move them from your hips upwards so four hands cup your breasts, feeling the hard points of your nipples as they strain against your red dress. You lean back further and I see your lips brush against his ear as you speak to him. All he does is nod his agreement and you take one of his hands in yours and start to walk to the rear of the club. As he follows you he glances over to the end of the bar and catches of the eye of another man standing there and nods his head. The second stranger sets his drink on the bar and starts to follow as you disappear past the curtains into the back lounge. As soon as he parts the curtains I set my glass down and walk across the dance floor, eager to see what is going on. The room past the curtains was just as dimly lit as the dance floor. Only this room's floor had a series of couches, divans, daybeds and most of them were occupied despite the early time of the evening. I had just cleared the curtain in time to see you lower yourself onto a low divan. Your dress has ridden up your legs showing shapely inner thighs and hinting at the fact that you were not wearing any panties. Your two suitors take position in front of you, looking down on you as you lean back on the divan. I see the soft smile on you face as you look up at them and your hands reach up and tug the opening of your dress apart, revealing a soft lavender bra, cupping your breasts in soft purple lace. Eyes still searching upwards, you reach up between your trapped breasts, undo the single clasp, setting them free. Your nipples are just a shade or two darker than the delicate colouring of your breasts and they are starting to darken rapidly as they start to crinkle and tighten. You lean backwards, putting your arms behind you so you can rest on your palms and this offers your breasts up to your audience. Enticed by this offering both of them reach down and take a nipple in their fingers, tug on them, twist them and I see them respond their to their touch. A soft moan escapes your lips as you lean your head back, letting your hair fall over your shoulders, hang from the nape of your neck. Your eyes close as you enjoy the tugging and pulling of your nipples, the small jiggles of your breasts as they are cupped, held and squeezed. Opening your eyes, you see your two suitors have released their erections from their pants. Both of them, aroused, uncircumcised, bobbing up and down, aimed at you. Leaning back into the cushions you reach up, take a hard cock in each of your hands. They are both large enough that your fingers hardly wrap around their warm, hard stiffness. You shift you grip to the very tip of their cocks and squeeze the bulbous tips hidden under the skin caps. Your fingernails trail down the shafts, to their balls, nestled in dark thatches of hair. Heavy balls in each of your hands. Four of them full, warm and heavy. Your hands retrace their path upwards along their engorged cocks, until you reach the tips, then squeezing gently, you roll the foreskins back seeing the swollen purple crowns. Having exposed the tender tips, you wrap your hands just below the lip and start a slow rhythmic short stroke, caressing the underside lip of the head. The cock heads swell to gigantic proportions. In appreciation, they renew their attentions to your breasts, squeezing, tugging, pulling, twisting and your nipples respond in kind. Now they are dark, dark red tips on the ends of your breasts. Punctuation points on the ends of your now puffy areolas. Contrasting against the paler skin of your breasts, framed by the pulled open bodice of your red dress, resting on the discarded lace cups of your lavender bra. I'm watching your face as you pay close attention to your dance partners. Your eyes are so intent as you see both sets of hot, warm, full balls start to rise and you increase the tempo of your strokes. In anticipation, the two men let go of your breasts and your arm movements make your nipples trace small figure 8's in the air as your full breasts jiggle. Suddenly the man with your left thrusts his hips forward and I can see the first spurts fly into the air. For me time stands still as I see the sudden look of surprise cross your face, but you are all smiles as the warm cum splatters across your breasts. You keep milking his cock and the final drops dribble from his slit and down your fingers and get spread over his now diminishing cock as you slow your strokes. Now you can focus on the man on your right and you increase your strokes, going from short quick strokes to longer, lingering ones and he starts to move his hips in time. He groans and pushes his body close to you and you pull his cock down to between your breasts. He cums. Hot cum. Gobs of cum. Now you have rivulets of cum running down the valley between your breasts. A large drop of cum travels from the top of your breast to hang from your engorged nipple. Both of your hands are sticky. You stand up from the divan and brush past the two men. You pull your bra cups back up and dark lavender wet marks show where your breasts and nipples have cum on them. The bodice of your dress pulls together, hiding the messiness on your chest and you come up to me. I lean down and kiss you and find your tongue between my lips, looking deeply into my eyes. Breaking our kiss, our noses touch. "Prenez-moi l'amoureux à la maison. (Take me home lover)," escapes your lips in a soft breath. "Oui mon belle," and I take your hand. Chantal Rose Ch. 02 Pandemonium, the best word to describe the chaos that reigns in the office this morning. With the incessant ringing of the phones, the never-ending low voices in the background your focus shifts to the phone that is shrilly ringing on your desk. You pick up the phone and put on your best voice. "Bonjour, Chantal Rose speaking., how may I assist you today? " The pleasantness in your voice belies your frustrations. "Room 696" is the reply. A male voice, low, husky. "Pardon monsieur?" "Room 696." and the phone line disconnects with a click and the familiar hum of dial tone returns. Stunned you sit there with soft flush starting to colour your cheeks. You know what he wants, needs desires and you know it is you. You can feel your heart start to race and the blood rushes to your nipples, which until now, were soft and pink but now start to redden, to fill out, lengthen and harden. Your reverie is broken with the sharp ring of your next client on the phone. Finally lunchtime! You open your lower desk drawer, take out your purse and rush to the ladies room. Locking the stall door behind you, reach up under your skirt and brush a finger over the cotton triangle that is warm and tight against your skin. You notice the slight rise of your button under the cotton, a Braille signature of your arousal. Sighing, you slip a finger under the waistband and pull them downwards, finding them clinging slightly between your lips, to the dampness that has been there since you answered that cryptic phone call this morning. Stuffing your panties into your purse you hurry to the elevator. The ride to the main floor seems to take forever. The elevator doors finally open and you join the crush of everyone else in the building fleeing to enjoy the fresh spring day outside. Coming out the doors you turn left and stride briskly down the sidewalk. The sun is warm on your face and your stride is brisk. The quickness of your steps makes your breasts bounce and your hips sway seductively side to side, drawing appreciative glances as you travel down the sidewalk. Reaching the corner you stand on the edge of the curb, waiting for the light to turn green. Your breathing is quick, not from the brisk walk but in anticipation of your rendezvous. Impatiently you glance at your watch. 6 minutes have been lost from your 30-minute lunch. Finally the light turns green and you almost run across the street, jostling the slower pedestrians in your haste. Finally you reach your destination, the Hotel Metropolis. The Doorman opens the door, tips his hat to you and you enter the lobby. Inside the air is cooler, calmer and is an oasis after the ocean of hustle and bustle outside. Your heels make a loud clicking on the marble floor as you cross the lobby. Standing in the elevator lobby, you stab the elevator call button, tap your foot while you wait and glance at your watch. 8 minutes have passed now. Finally the elevators doors hiss open and you enter and select the 6 button and push again and hold the button, willing the doors to close faster, wanting the short journey to be over. The elevator glides to stop at its destination and the doors slide open and your between them before they have fully dilated. Out the doors, you turn left take 30 steps and your there. Suite 696. You stop for a moment, glance at your watch, 10 minutes gone now. You take a deep breath, open the door and walk in. The curtains are half drawn, making the room dim. You let the door close behind you. Your eyes adjust to see a standard hotel room with a king-sized bed, armoire with television, sitting area with two wing chairs. I'm in one of them. A white robe, my hair still wet from my shower. You're standing there, in the short hallway. Breathing hard from your rush down the hall, your skirt riding up on your thighs because of the long steps you were taking. "Ready mon amour?" My voice still has the huskiness you heard earlier on the phone. "Oui" and you walk towards the bed, dropping your purse onto the floor. Reaching the bed you stand there, waiting for direction, your knees tight against the mattress. You hear me cross the room, my robe making a soft thump as it hits the floor and you sense me standing close behind you, so close, you can feel my hot breath on the back of your neck. " Climb onto the bed" is the whispered command in your ear. You pull up the hem of your skirt so you can lift your legs up to the top of the mattress and kneel onto the bed. A finger traces along your back, starting at the waist of your skirt, upwards to your neck. The single finger turns into a full hand, squeezing the base of your neck, massaging, and then pushing your forward, forcing you downward until your on all fours. I reach down, take the hem of your skirt in my hands. The edge of it tickles the back of your leg as I lift it upwards exposing the bare cheeks of your ass. You can feel the coolness of the room's air on your skin. Your pussy is framed between your thighs. A naked pussy, smooth to my touch. I kneel behind you, our combined weight causing the mattress to sag. My body leans over yours. You can feel my hard cock nestle in the cleft of your ass as I press close and you push back fitting me tightly between your cheeks. My hands start at your shoulders and travel down your arms. This draws my face downward, letting me blow on the edge of your ear. My tongue darts out, travels along the ridge to your earlobe. I take it between my lips and suck. I let go of your earlobe, "Down" is the command and I take both of wrists and pull them outward, spreading you eagle onto the bed. Your face rests on the cotton sheets and your breasts are pressed tight onto the mattress. Your ass is high in the air. I straighten up and my cock slips out from the crack of your ass. I hold it in my hand and stroke it, pull its circumcised tip down to nestle it between your lips. They are warm, inviting, slightly parted and damp. My hands rest on your hips to steady you and I lean forward. My cock slips past your pussy lips stretching them apart and I hear you exhale sharply. I meet resistance. "David!!" escapes your mouth, muffled in the sheets and then a soft moan as I push forward again. I feel you resist again and then yield. "David" again but softer," Fuck me" You gasp as my cock works its way into you, stretching you, filling you. Your pussy lips rolling along my cock as I push and pull, fucking you. I slide the whole length of my cock in and out of you, until just the swollen cap of my cock sits nestled in the delicate folds of your lips. Then, gliding back into you in one smooth stroke. You approve and you let me know. " Fuck me, cum for me " and you work your ass against me, pulling my cock deeper into you, soft moans turning into louder cries of pleasure. My balls start to rise. I close my eyes, focused on my cock sliding in and out of your pussy, hearing you moan deep in your throat with each push. The sound of your arousal is too much for me and I pull my cock out of you and cum. I shoot a hard stream of cum over your ass cheeks and a second hard spurt between them. Hot cum on your darker rosebud. I nudge the swollen cock head between your pussy lips and spurt again. Hot cum over your pussy lips. Some running down your thigh, some ending up on your button, some washes over the purple head of my cock as the final soft dribbles leave me. You quickly glance at the bedside clock. 20 minutes of your lunch break are over. "Stay right there" and you feel me leave the bed and hear water running. You jump at the touch of a warm, wet towel between your legs, over your thighs, over your ass and your tight pucker. " Mmmm messy girl. Now my turn Chantal Rose" "David... the time" "My turn Chantal Rose!" "Sigh". You turn so you're sitting on the edge of the bed and brush a stray whisp of hair from your blushing face. You bend slightly and take my softening cock between your lips and suck gently. Your tongue runs over me. The taste of salt rests on your tongue and you eagerly take the last drops into your mouth and swallow. "Good girl" Another 5 minutes are gone." And now you should be going. You don't want to be late". You jump from the bed and head for the door. You stop to bend over and pick up your purse. Opening the door you turn, " Love you David". " I love you Chantal Rose, and don't forget, we have the room for tonight". The door closes with a click and I hear you run down the hall. And I start planning.