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The Blog

By: manboytoy



The Blog

--- INTRODUCTION ---

Having reached the executive level of a major insurance company, Susan Hastings was content. Senior Vice president was an important and prestigious position that she'd worked hard for, and about as high on the corporate ladder as she wanted to climb. She knew all too well, the stresses her boss would occasionally share with her over late night cocktails. Her position in the company was safe, despite all the recent lay-offs, and she especially enjoyed making the high level decisions her subordinates couldn't (or wouldn't) make. She was also proud of her ability to keep the fires away from The Boss. She'd learned a lot in her twenty years with the company, made all the necessary connections, and no amount of coaxing from her peers would make her change her mind about moving up. Her pay was far more than she would ever need, the company paid for her Mercedes, and she even got a kick out of pulling into her personal parking space near the front door. Every morning she saw: - Ms. Hastings – stenciled on the pavement, which brought a satisfied smile to her face. 

Susan was pretty and trim, usually taking the stairs rather than the elevator, to get her blood flowing. 

Exercising was one of her vices. She jogged regularly, ate right, and always had perfect hair, skin, makeup, nails and. . .legs. The lady was all legs. She managed to conceal them as much as possible under her tailored business suits, but the men in the office knew there was something special hiding in there. Watching her walk back and forth in front of the management staff, pointing out actuarial tables, and profit and loss statements was an event no manager (male or female) would ever miss. She exuded class and professionalism while speaking to the room, but her perfect figure could not be denied. Women loved seeing what designer shoes she was going to wear, while the men would gleefully sell their first-born to the gypsies, just to see her naked.

She often told people that exercise was one of her only vices. The one she didn't brag about was the internet. She spent hours surfing the web ever since it was connected to the office computers. She was careful not to let it interfere with her work responsibilities, but whenever there was a lull in the action. . .It was time to go shoe shopping! She would often hurry home to continue her web surfing if she was hooked on a story or two, and after a glass of wine and dinner, she'd log back in. It was a great diversion, and complete stress relief from any drama that had developed during the day. 

Being (what she called) "terminally single," she also toyed with the idea of trying out one of the many dating websites available. But, after browsing through dozens of pictures, she'd usually just shut the whole thing down in frustration, pour herself another glass of wine, stare at the TV, and wander off to bed.

The next day the entire routine would repeat. 

One night however, down at the bottom of one of the many dating sites she'd visited, there was an interesting ad. It read:

SHARE YOUR MOST INTIMATE SECRETS WITH OTHER PEOPLE JUST LIKE YOU! 

TELL YOUR DARKEST SEXUAL DESIRES TO COMPLETE STRANGERS . . .

AND REMAIN TOTALLY ANONYMOUS! 

"Wait a minute! Just like me? What the hell does that mean? These are complete strangers and they're going to tell me their Darkest Sexual Desires? And I'm going to tell them mine? That sounds like Home Base for Weirdos if ever I've heard one. The Mother Ship of perverts! 

NO THANK YOU!"

But, before clicking it away, she thought about it for a minute. She sat back in her big office chair and stared at the blinking cursor, just begging her to click on the link. After all, her darkest sexual desires weren't so off the wall. Oh sure . . . maybe the occasional lesbian fantasy, or masturbating to the thought of being taken by force by some handsome young man...how bad could it be? Besides, the wine was loosening her up, and it's still early. She was still dressed from work, except for kicking off the $1700.00 Louboutin heels, she'd enjoyed all day. 

She finally clicked on the link and made herself comfortable. The little jacket she'd worn all day came off, and she draped it over the back of the chair. She left on the navy blue skirt and sheer white blouse. One of her little pleasures at work, was pretending not to notice the other executives trying to sneak a look through the thin blouse at one of her sexy bras. She'd often wonder if their wives had gotten an extra hard pounding that night. Had they thought about HER while fucking their loving wives? Hmmm. The thought made her smile.

The website turned out to be a collection of blogs. It said there were thousands of personal blogs from people discussing everything from animal rights to animal sex. She scrolled around the page looking for anything remotely normal, but then again, this was supposed to be Secret Desires right? It dawned on her that this might be fun, and noticed that some peoples' fantasies were just to have sex. Just plain old two people one-on-one sex. Not as weird as she first imagined. Sure there was plenty of way-kinky fantasies, dealing with farm animals and fucking your own mother, or the family cat, but slowly she started to feel more comfortable, and clicked on a button that read: Tell YOUR story!

She stared at a blank white page and every thought in her head dissolved. And there was that damn blinking cursor. It was relentless. And it made her crazy. 

She pressed the BACK button instead. One story she'd only read the title of had caught her eye.

It was: "I think I'm a lesbian."

Susan had no problem with lesbians and hung out with two gay couples whom she adored. Everyone was one happy family, and pretty much just wanted to be left alone to be themselves. It was the "I THINK . . ." that got Susan's attention. She started to read the blog from a woman who couldn't reach orgasm unless she imagined that another woman was going down on her. 

"OK!" She thought, sarcastically. "You ARE a lesbian, get on with it! End of story. . . God I'm so mean!" She thought. "What's come over me?" 

She continued reading.

The woman went on to tell about a twenty-five year marriage of mostly unsatisfying sex with a man she loved dearly, but who never brought her to an orgasm. The story was heartfelt, sensual, filled with very explicit sex fantasies, and was above all, heartbreaking. The sex parts however had her squirming in her chair. The parts about another woman licking this stranger's most sensitive area had her wetness starting to flow. Susan realized all too well, that she too had envisioned another woman kissing her while masturbating...more than once. One of her own Darkest Secrets was starting to become very clear.

Susan hiked up her skirt enough to rub her middle finger over her wet panties just to verify what she had felt inside her. "Dear lord" She thought. "That didn't take long." Without another thought, she raised her knees up against the closed center drawer of the desk, her two feet slightly off the floor, skirt up to her ass, she lightly rubbed her wet pussy over the outside of her soaked panties. Pulling them to one side, slid her finger inside, and began to fuck herself furiously. Her fingers rubbed hard against her clit as she fantasized about the stranger lady's tongue licking her clit. Arching her back, moaning loudly, she came in a groaning, grunting spasm, again and again. 

Her head was spinning from the sudden excitement and powerful release. Those dirty little stories, and her secret, wanton lust had driven her to orgasm, again. 

Again, because she loved reading erotic stories and explicit porn before bed, and pleasuring herself, usually to the thought of a large man overpowering her in some exotic place. Tonight had been different. She felt electric. Her body was buzzing. The clear image of that woman's fantasies had made her so wet! Her own hands between her legs became the stranger's mouth and tongue. 

Panting, she dropped her feet to the floor and tried to catch her breath. Her forehead was sweaty, her fingers slick, but still, brushing her hair from her face, one hand reached for the mouse and she clicked again on: Tell YOUR story. After yet another sip of wine, she was ready to share. She had to come up with a pen name before she could post a blog, so she chose: Sub4boss.



— THE BOSS AND I — 



Hi, my name is Sub4boss. I'm new to this blog writing stuff, so forgive my apprehension. I might just freak out and run away and never return, or I might drift off topic from time to time, but I hope I don't bore you to death. It feels weird telling my DEEP DARK SECRETS to my computer, but I do have a couple things I'd like to share. Please be kind if you write back to me or critique my stories, because they are very personal, and well....secret right?

First; I'm not going to get into my age or color or political views because I'd rather keep my topic on MY sexual secrets. Things that even my best friends don't know about me. Things I only imagine in my mind, when the lights are out, when I'm all alone, or when I might have had a little too much to drink. 

That's usually when it starts, the fantasizing. I'm very lucky that I'm single, prefer it that way, and live alone. If something triggers a sexual thought, I can masturbate until I cum all over myself and then do it again. I love my vibrator. It never lets me down. And doesn't ask me where I've been. 

I'm very private all day at work, and only engage in conversations regarding professional topics. I would never date anyone I work with, but I have recently had a number of fantasies about my boss.

First of all, he's married, so already its taboo. Maybe, that's a part of the thrill...winning his affections over his drop-dead gorgeous wife. The fantasy of course, is that once he fucks me over his big executive desk after work some night he'll never want that other woman again. But there's the rub; I don't want HIM...I want to FUCK him! 

He's illegally handsome. He stands about 6'2" lean body, his suits look as though they were made specifically for him, and many of them were. He looks magnificent when he comes to work. His office is next to mine, and I watch him walk by my floor to ceiling windows every morning and strip him bare-ass naked with my eyes. I just know that he's probably hung like a horse, and he uses that beast on me more than a couple times each week. After all, that's what dildos are for. 

My latest fantasy, is that we're both working late one night, and most of the office lights have been turned out. Only the red emergency exit lights, and the lights from our offices light up the area. There is only a soft golden glow lighting the hall between our offices. I've been fantasizing that he wants to take me, and my pussy starts to react. I'm almost touching myself under my desk, when he calls out to me, and asks for my assistance on a contract. I respond obediently, and excitedly undo another button on my silky blouse. My black bra is in full view for him. If he even casually glances that way, he will get an eyeful. I try to appear casual as I walk into his office and ask: "Sir?" 

My heart is beating out of my chest. I'm afraid he'll hear it and my charade will be over. 

He's taken off his suit jacket and his bulging biceps are pressing against his white short sleeves. Dear god, he looks too good to be a real man. He says in his deep, sensual, but professional voice: 

"Could you show me this new spreadsheet? I know how to use most of it already, but this one section has me confused. Come over here for a minute, if you will. . .Please?" 

I can't resist his big pleading eyes, and walk over to his side. I put my hands on the desk and lean forward to see his computer screen. "Which part?" I ask, already seeing the problem.

"These cells right here,". . .He points. "How do I get a net total on this side, when all of these are already computed?" 

This is gonna be easier than I thought. 

"Well, Sir," I raise my right hand in front of his face to point at the section in question, giving him a full-on view of my pretty black bra. 

"Jesus woman!" He moans close to my ear. "You smell so good right now. . .and that beautiful bra...my god, you're making it very hard!"

We've had flirty little looks at each other before, but never acted upon them. This time feels different..Intense. That moment when a hungry lion spots its prey. There's electricity in the air. He looks up at me with those electric green eyes and reaches out for me, as if he can't take it anymore, and right now...he's the boss.

He takes me by my hips and turns me around against his desk. His hands slip around to my ass and he pulls me hard into his face, eagerly kissing my belly through my thin blouse.

His tongue tasting my skin, I hold his head with both hands. His hands start their slow trip inside my skirt and up my shaking thighs. I'm literally shaking like a school girl. As his hand reaches my wetness, I stop him and pull his head away. 

He stares at me in shock. Anger. Disappointment. Was I only teasing him? 

"Stop." I whisper. "You said I was making it very hard. Let me see." I kneel at his feet with my legs under his desk. After undoing his belt, I lower his zipper and notice that indeed he is very hard. The bulge in his slacks is massive. I take hold of his slacks by the waste band, he raises himself off the chair slightly, and together with his boxers, I pull it all down to his ankles. Kissing him on his thighs, he grabs my head and says: 

"Forget the foreplay beautiful. Put it in your mouth."

I quickly obey my boss, my CEO, my lover, and slip my hot wet mouth over his throbbing cock. I can feel it pulsing in my hand and I squeeze it tightly. I'll stroke it faster and faster, wanting so badly for him to empty his hot cum into my hungry mouth. My head bobs up and down over this rock-hard dick.

Neither he nor I, are interested in taking our time and making it last. He wants to cum now, and that's my assignment. 

"Stop!" He says. Now I'm the one looking shocked. Did I do something wrong? 

He stands to face me, kisses me hard, plunging his tongue into my mouth while holding the back of my head tightly. Our tongues explore each other's mouths, dancing over our teeth, licking each other's lips, nibbling and breathing heavily into each other's mouth. My pussy is drenched with fluid and cum from one (OK, maybe two) little orgasms he caused by kissing me that way. 

He forcibly turns me around, and I plant both hands on his desk top. He hikes my skirt up to my waist, and tears at my panties. I'm shivering and whimpering at the thought of what is about to happen. I want him so badly. He kicks my legs out from the inside, to spread them even farther apart, and quickly slips two fingers into me. He wiggles his fingers inside me, and again I can feel an orgasm approaching. With a hand on each shoulder, he bends me forward, and forces my face against the cold hard glass surface of his desk. The coolness feels good on my sweaty cheeks but I know the pleasure is short lived. 

With one slow, continuous stroke he enters me from behind and starts to pump his entire length into my waiting pussy. Over and over I feel his entire length reach its limit inside me. It's a painful pleasure that I desire. And he fulfills my wishes. With one powerful plunge and a loud animal-like groan, he fills me with his hot semen. It splashes throughout my insides and lines my inner walls with long pulsing streams of his pearl-white fluid. He leaves his thick cock buried inside me, throbbing, while I rub my clit. I cum again with a scream, and he eventually withdraws the massive cock I've been wanting inside me for so long.

I turn to him and he holds me tightly. We kiss goodnight, this time, a long passionate kiss. Returning to my office, the late night business meeting is over. 

He dresses, walks past my windows, and smiles. 

I lock up, and head out to my car. He is long gone. 

Staring at the blue lights of the dashboard, a smile creeps across my face, because I know that somewhere. . .he is doing the same thing.

This is my favorite fantasy, and a long held secret, as reported to you. . .my fellow bloggers. 

I hope you enjoyed it. I'll be back tomorrow.

sub4boss

--- WORK ---



The following morning, Susan caught herself wondering why her boss didn't at least stop by her office and comment on what a great night they'd had. 

"Oh yeah...It was just a fantasy...Shit!" 

She shook off the hangover and got back to work.



— TWO WEEKS LATER —



Friday afternoon at the office was exactly like all the other's - Everyone making plans for the weekend, and figuring out who was going to which bar after work. Susan's friends had called earlier in the day to invite her to join them at their favorite wine bar. She hadn't been out for a while, so after closing her office, she called a taxi, and headed out to have a little fun with the girls. She loved that she could leave her car parked at work when she was going drinking with the girls. There was a security guard at the main gate 24/7, so she'd just get a cab back in the morning. She knew from experience that she'd be in no condition to drive when they all sat and drank until closing time. 

The cab dropped her off at the front door of The Vines wine bar, and she was surprised to see that the place was packed! Luckily, two of her three friends had arrived earlier and grabbed a table. They saw her arrive through the front window, so her best friend ran out to save her from the mob waiting in line.

Susan! Over here! Her friend Lisa reached out through the bodies, and took her by the hand. Drilling her way through this large, stationary group of people waiting near the door, Lisa pulled her along to the table. Andy (Andrea) and Tori (a couple) were sitting with a flight of red wine each in front of them.  

"Oh my god!" They squealed. "You've changed your hair! You look amazing!" She'd added a warm, reddish tint to her normally dark brown hair, and had it cut a little bit shorter. A soft flip on either side rested on her shoulders. 

"It was getting too long," She pulled at the ends. "And I just let my girl have her way with me."

"Kinda like I do with Andy?" Tori whispered. Everyone was laughing when the waitress returned to take Susan's order. 

"I'd like an '09 Zinfandel please." The girls, brought each other up to speed on all the latest gossip, and laughed until they nearly fell out of their seats. Andy and Tori were first to call it a night, since they had been the first to arrive, hours ago. That left Susan and Lisa who decided to move to the bar, freeing up the table. They continued sipping their drinks for another forty minutes or so, when Lisa announced that she too, had better get going. "OH come on. . .its still early!" Susan implored.

"You stay." Lisa said, hugging her and kissing her cheek. "Have fun. I'll call you tomorrow."

Susan turned away to face the bar and used the big mirrors behind the liqueur bottles to see who was sitting around her. It was an easy way to check everyone out without being too obvious. Of course, everyone else was doing the same thing. Her eyes met a handsome, well dressed man, one bar stool away who'd been sitting next to Lisa. He smiled at her reflection, and she smiled back, a little embarrassed.

He looked to be about her age, early to mid forties, and had bright white teeth. His smile caught her off guard, but she looked to her right and said: "Hello."

"Hi, I couldn't help but notice that your friend left you stranded. . .would you prefer to be alone, or may I join you?" A man with a respectful pick-up line. 

"How refreshing." She thought to herself. "Please!" She nodded to the empty seat next to her.


The Blog



He slid his drink over one place and held out his hand. "Mark Edmonds" 

She returned the handshake and smiled. "Hello Mark, I'm Susan Hastings."

"Pleasure to meet you, Susan."

"And you as well, Mark. Do you work around here?"

"Yes, I have an office upstairs actually. My company rents the upper floor. Kind of dangerous really, having this great bar right downstairs. One must pace one's self you know! I'll sometimes just grab a quick drink before heading home, as I did tonight. I was on my way out when I saw you."

"So... you're going to leave me stranded again?

"I'm not going anywhere now, Susan. I'd like to get to know you a little bit first. Do you mind?" They turned and their eyes met, scanning each other's faces. 

"Do I mind?" She thought. "I'd fuck this guy's brains out in the ladies room right now, but that wouldn't be very lady-like now would it?"

She smiled sweetly, and said: "No. . .I don't mind. . .but you go first!"

"OK, well, I'm single, thirty-eight, I own my own business, live alone, I'm not gay, enjoy long walks in the park and small furry animals, and I think you are very very pretty. Sorry. . .that last part just slipped out."

Susan laughed out loud, and said: "Well, that might be the fastest introduction ever! And so complete! What type of business do you own?"

"I'm an architect. We've designed many of the buildings around here. That's how we landed the cool office upstairs. I'd love to show it to you sometime."

"Some other time." She said starting to feel a little uncomfortable at getting hit on so soon. 

They drank into the night, laughing and carrying on and getting fairly blasted. Susan asked him what he did for fun, and if had any hobbies. 

"Well, it's kind of embarrassing, but I don't really have a hobby per-say. My work takes up so much of my time that once I get home I just kick off my shoes and surf the web."

(!)

"And what websites are your favorite? If you don't mind me asking." Her mind was starting to wander. "Cooking? Sports? News?"

"I can't really say. You know. . .different ones. Maybe a porn site or two. I said it was embarrassing! I wouldn't be telling you all this if we hadn't drank so much you know." 

"Your secret is safe with me Mark. Do you ever visit any of the blog sites?"

"Well, yeah, I do. God, I hope you won't run out of here screaming. I sometimes log into a really weird one where people actually share their deepest, darkest sexual secrets. I know. . .I'm a freak. I'll get the door for you."

"No. . .no. It's not weird at all! In fact, it must be refreshing for people, I mean, letting out things you've kept buried inside for years." 

Ignoring what she'd just said, he mumbled, almost incoherently: "God, I'm really blowing this Susan. I'm sorry. Talking about sexual secrets and we've only just met. It's so uncalled for. It must be the booze. Forgive me"

"Don't be silly Mark. We're just talking right? So, do you have to use a pen name or something when you log into these sites? I mean, you don't use your real name right?"

"Well, you can read the blogs for free, but if you're writing them, you need to use a fake name." 

"Sounds interesting. What's the name of the site?" She held her breath.

"Its called simply: Secrets. It's a blog site for people who wish to remain anonymous." 

She gasped quietly, at the idea that this man, whom she'd only just met, might have actually read her naughty, personal, blog. The private story about her fantasy, and the burning passion she had for her boss. How could this even be possible? 

"Of all the gin joints in all the towns, in all the world, he walks into mine." - A twist on Bogart's words rang in her head.

"Sounds like fun actually. What name do you use?" 

If they both hadn't been so drunk, she wouldn't have asked. 

And he wouldn't have answered: "CrazyWhiteBoy784. I stole it from an old Foreigner song. But there were apparently hundreds of other CrazyWhiteBoys, so I had to settle for the 784 at the end. Pretty stupid huh?" 

"Not at all Mark, It sounds like fun actually. I'll have to check out that site sometime. I'd better be going. And besides, it looks like they want to close this place down. It's been a pleasure meeting you." She stood up and her legs almost went out from underneath her. She took hold of the bar and leaned over into Mark's muscular shoulder. "WOOOPSIE!" She giggled. 

He looked up at her and mumbled: "Damn you smell good Susan." He stumbled to his feet also, and managed to walk her to the door. 

She eventually found her cell phone at the bottom of her purse, and called for a cab.

A yellow cab pulled up right away, and Mark managed to slur out the words: "Can I. . .go with youooo?"

"Not tonight, Mark. I'm beat. . .and pretty drunk. Some other time maybe, OK?"

"OK Susan! Until next time"

"G'night Mark. I had fun. Thanks."

"Night beautiful!" He stumbled towards the next cab which had pulled up behind hers. 



—THE SEARCH WINDOW —



Sitting in the back of the cab, she rewound the night's events. The ladies all looked great and she loved being able to catch up on all the latest rumors and hot gossip. Andy and Tori traveled in a different circle than she, and always had the best stories to tell. Lisa was fun, as long as she didn't get TOO drunk. She could really get obnoxious, and start insulting everyone around her. That was just her sense of humor. Susan actually found her entertaining, especially when Lisa thought she was whispering insults, but was actually being really, really loud. If she had been a man, she would have had her nose broken more than once. However, being petite and very cute, she always got away with it. Tonight she behaved herself, and they both had a good time sitting at the bar. 

Then there was Mark.

Should she fire up the computer and read his most intimate secrets? Wouldn't that be unfair? He only gave up his pen name because he was blind drunk, and had no idea that she might actually read his blog. The cab pulled up in front of her condo, she opened the gate and headed upstairs, still wondering if she was too drunk to surf the web, read the blogs, or just forget it and go to bed. She took her laptop upstairs and tossed it on the bed. After washing her face and doing the rest of the nightly ritual, she climbed into bed, and flipped open the laptop resting on her stomach. "Decisions...decisions." She said tapping the track pad. She moved the cursor up to the search box and typed: SECRETS BLOGS.

The computer returns dozens of websites, and she scanned through them all, trying to remember the one she'd submitted her own story to. She didn't write down the name of it. She clicked on a few of them, looking for the lesbian fantasy that had gotten her so hot, weeks before. Then she remembered; 

Secret Desires! That was it! She typed it in and was sent immediately to her new favorite website.

Again to a search window, and..blank...nothing. What did he say his pen name is? Shit! Crazy White Guy something. . .something. . .Fuck! I can't remember! Damn wine! She read the good parts of one or two sexy blogs, and fell asleep with the computer on her lap. 

The next morning Mark had sobered up enough to wander into work. His head still spinning from his evening talking to a very beautiful woman. He remembered vaguely, the conversation about surfing the web and blogs and all, and he suddenly realized that he had given up his secret pen name to a total stranger!

"Holy shit! If she reads that nasty stuff, and ever sees me again, I'm gonna look like the biggest freak in the world! There goes any chance I might have had with HER! Too much damn wine!"

He wondered how he could have ever been so stupid. "Well," He later thought: "At least I didn't give her the name of the website. . .did I?" 

By ten a.m. they were both buried knee-deep in their work, and oblivious to the events that seemed so important at the time. By the following day they'd pretty much forgotten each other. 

— Happy Hour —

The following weekend, Susan got a text from Andy. She said that everybody was busy, and "Would she like to go to The Vines for a drink?" Susan accepted, and they made plans to meet there after work. Andy was a dispatcher for the police department here in Boston. As I've said, she was very cute, constantly hit-on and being gay, had honed her rejection lines to a fine art. Just hearing some of them cracked up Susan. Lines like: "Oh! I'd love to go out with you, but unless you have great tits and a pussy, I'll just stick with my girlfriend." Which would always result in them looking at Susan, who'd wink and say: "She loves me." It was cheap entertainment for the night. 

After a couple drinks, Tori showed up and kissed them both, and asked if they planned on staying for a while. 

Susan answered first: "Not really. It's been really busy at work, and I'm beat. But let's have lunch tomorrow or something!" 

"OK!" Tori looked at Andy and said: "Buy you a drink beautiful?"

"Only if you take me home with you, sailor."

"Deal!"

"Night, Suzy." 

"Night, ladies."

Back at home, Susan got comfy, turned on her office computer, and walked upstairs while it hummed to life. Shedding the formal business attire of the day, she stepped into the shower to wash off the afternoon's drama. The hot water felt good streaming down her body, and finally, she thought: Time to relax. 

After drying off, she slipped her long, freshly shaved legs, into her favorite silk panties, and put on an extra large man's t-shirt. She took the robe from the back of the bedroom door, pulled it on, and tied it loosely around her waist, while walking back downstairs.

"Oh, let's go surfin' now, everybody's learnin' how . . . come on and safari with meeeeeeeee." She laughed at the sound of her terrible singing voice, and was pretty sure The Beach Boys wouldn't be calling her anytime soon.



— The Comments Section —



After bringing up her Blog, she noticed a little red flag in the corner. She hovered the cursor over it and a dialog box appeared. It said: 

Comments - (2) 

You mean people can comment on each other's blogs? Yikes! She clicked on the number 2, and it opened another window, that looked like a note book. 

The first comment read:

"Wow! I've had the same thoughts about fucking my handsome boss, but not as sexy as your vision. I had to stop and masturbate halfway through the story. My god, when he pressed your face against the cold glass desk top, I came again. Thank you for bringing my dream to life." 

Signed: Hardtoys692

"To life?" She thought. "It's a fantasy honey. Whatever. I'm glad you got turned on by it. I get wet every time I think about him too."

The second comment read:

"What a hot story! You write very well. My cock got hard halfway through, I stroked it while I read, and came when your boss did. Great read. I'll come back to it again and again."

Signed: CrazyWhiteBoy784.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Crazywhiteboy-Mark read my secret fantasy blog about fucking my boss? Well, fine, he doesn't know that it's me, and the really good news is, now I can read HIS blog entries. Holy shit." She turned off the home computer, and grabbed her laptop to investigate from bed.

— His Blogs —



Susan climbed into bed, already feeling a little aroused to find out what secrets the handsome new guy, had in his mind. She did a search on his pen name and it showed that he had been a contributor to the site for three years. He had five blog entries, and one was recent. She started with the oldest one. 

It started: 

Weeks ago, a new girl started working at my place of employment. She's very quiet, soft-spoken, young, just out of college, smart, and unfortunately, half my age. I'd love to take her out, but that would be a disaster. She'd never do it, and I'd look like her dad to anyone we'd see. So late at night, I'll take out a vibrator that my last girlfriend left behind, and run it's vibrating shaft over my cock, while it's still in my jeans. I pretend it's her fingers touching me, lightly, at the movies perhaps, or sitting next to me at a dark restaurant. In the movie scenario, we sit in the last row, and she starts to rub my dick, dragging her fingernails up and down, until it's ready to explode out of my pants. She sees the bulge building between my legs and takes my belt in her hand. 

(Susan's hand moves from the lap top to her breast)

This pretty, young girl, who looks so innocent and sweet, opens the clasp on my belt and quickly unbuttons my jeans with her other hand. She lowers my fly, and pushes her cool, thin fingers into the opening on my boxers. She strokes my thick, swollen cock, over and over until I can't take it anymore. 

I reach down and slide my open pants down past my ass, and while she's jerking me off, I slam her head down into my crotch. She responds with a whimper, takes the entire length of me into her hot little mouth, and gags as I shove it in as far as it will go. I feel the back of her throat against the tip of my dick, and I want to shoot everything I have inside me into that pretty little mouth. Her head rides up and down over my big shaft, as I feel my balls tighten and my pre cum oozing onto her wet tongue, which is whipping around the head of my dick. She moans when she tastes it. I groan too, as if answering her, and let go long hot streams of cum into my little intern's beautiful red lips. I collapse into the movie theater seat as she sits up, wiping the white cum running down her hands with the napkins we took from the lobby. I reach over and lay my fingers between her legs. It's warm and damp. 

"Not tonight," She whispers. "Next time maybe. Tonight was all about you."

Thanks for reading. . .fellow bloggers. 

Until next time. 

Crazy. 

Susan is in shock. Not only was she reading something by someone who thinks he's being anonymous, but it's a pretty hot little fantasy too! I mean sure, the girl is way too young for him, but if that's the kind of thing, and it's only a dream, that turns him on, then good for him. It's not like he kills her afterwards and chops up her body in little pieces. It was only sex. 

She did wonder though, if she saw him again, if she would look at him differently.

The details about the blow job did turn her on though, and she reached into her nightstand for The Wand vibrator. "Hello handsome." She whispered. "Wanna party?" 

She flipped the switch and touched its soft vibrating head to her pussy. Moving it slowly over her panties, every part of her body woke up, and her wetness started to flow. She reached under the blanket to pull down the top of her panties, slid the head inside, and let the vibrations move over and around her clit. Just laying it there made her cum quickly, and she fell fast asleep, without even bothering to put her favorite toy away. It slept with her under the big warm blankets until morning. 



— Break Time at Work — 



A few days later, Susan found herself staring out over the parking lot with almost nothing to do.

All the big issues had been handled and everything around her was running on auto.

Mr. Too Good Looking To Be Human was out of the country on business, leaving her in charge. So leaving early was out of the question. It "wouldn't look right." She turned to her computer, and noticing no one else around, she brought up the Secrets website. Again, she typed in Mark's "secret" name and looked at the list of his blogs. The one in the "Latest" column, caught her attention.

It read:

Recently, I had the good fortune to meet one of the loveliest ladies I've ever laid eyes on. She was rather tall, with shoulder length dark brown hair, and an absolutely stunning smile. She must be an exec in the area, based on the expensive business suit she wore. Her perfume drove me out of my mind. Not too flowery or sugary sweet, but just right. Everything about her was just right. We had a few drinks then a few more, then more yet again. We both got pretty hammered, but I think I was worse.

(uh oh)

Susan stared at the monitor in disbelief. Was this about HER? Should she go on? Or shut it down, and finish it at home. And did she really want to know where this was going? If he got really kinky with a fantasy about her, would she ever be able to look him in the eye again?

Oh, those beautiful eyes . . .

She decided to read it at home. Much safer. She convinced herself that reading this stuff at work was totally nuts. She closed the web page, and tried to focus on the spreadsheets scattered around her desk.

Key word? Tried.

Her mind was mush. She couldn't wait to see what he had written about her. If, it was indeed her. Being at work seemed like a big waste of time. She suddenly hated her job. She accomplished nothing. Even the stud-muffin next door wasn't there to distract her. She watched the clock like a hawk, and bolted for the door when it was time to leave. It was the first time ever, that she beat everyone to the parking lot.

Breathlessly, she shoved the condo door open and kicked off her shoes. Dropping pieces of her suit on the floor as she walked, she sat in her leather chair, and turned on the desktop computer. Typing furiously to arrive at his blog, she breathed a loud sigh of relief when it appeared on the twenty-one inch monitor.

"Mamma's home big guy. . . Let me have it."

She sped past the part she had read at work, and started to scan down the page.

I was too drunk to do anything with her that night, and I suspect she was too. But the next morning, lying in bed, nursing a brutal hangover, my mind started to fantasize about my beautiful lady at the bar.

I imagined that at the bar, we were joined by my friend Jason, and the three of us left earlier than normal. He had invited the two of us to see his new penthouse overlooking the city. He was obviously proud of his new place, and wanted to show it off, along with two bottles of a rare French champagne that he wanted to share. Jason is a big, strong, handsome man with a loud voice to go with it. He can control the room with his menacing size, good looks, and more than enough self-confidence. He holds out a massive hand to flag a cab, and in seconds, we're off.

In the back of the cab to his place, and obviously feeling no pain, the lady suddenly puts her hand on my leg and starts to rub my inner thigh! 

I'd been looking out the right rear window, and when I looked to the left, I see her making out with Jason! What the fuck? So I pull her hand up between my legs. She claws at the growing bulge in my slacks and I notice that her left hand is busy rubbing Jason's cock! Then she turns her head, and kisses me! Hard! Biting at my lips and drilling into my mouth with her hot tongue. Her left hand is still squeezing at the tent in 

Jason's lap.

Already, it's been quite a night to remember.

The cab pulls up to the doorman standing guard at the huge front doors. We climb (actually, fall) out, one after the other, and approach him, laughing like idiots, with the lady walking between us. She's holding my left hand and Jason's right. The doorman pulls open a large, brass framed door that looks like it weighs a thousand pounds.

We stroll in, across the Italian marble floor to the ornate looking elevator. The door finally opens and we are rushed to the twenty-first floor. We're taking turns kissing our beautiful prize on the way up.

Once inside Jason's new apartment, our jaws hit the floor. One entire wall is clear, floor to ceiling glass. The view of the flickering city lights below is hypnotic. We stand mesmerized, trying to take it all in.

"Let's toast to my new place!" Jason announces. "Wait till you try this champagne!" My buddy Jason is a hedge fund manager and routinely gets twenty or thirty-MILLION dollar bonus checks each year. He's probably good for about a hundred mil per year. He's not a big corporation, just a single guy. As you probably know, the hedge fund guys make all the money in this country, and it's fun being a good friend of one of them. He doesn't act like a rich guy, but once you see where he lives, it all starts to become clear. This place is a mansion in the sky.




The Blog



He pops the cork on the champagne, pours three glasses, and we all murmur our approval. It's dry and delicious. The perfect complement to the Chardonnay we'd had at The Vine.

After a quick tour, the lovely lady walks to the leather couch and sits in the middle. We join her on either side. After a couple minutes of small talk, she places her glass on the table in front of us, leans over again towards Jason, puts one hand between his legs, and kisses him with her open mouth.



Back in the real world, and hoping for what's about to transpire, Susan feels around for the vibrator still lying under the covers, and flips it on with her thumb. Resting the laptop on her flat, firm stomach, she spreads her legs wide across the sheets, and guides the buzzing head of the wand across her excited pussy's lips. Reading about herself with two handsome men, in the back seat of a cab made her wet by the second sentence. She lets out a tiny gasp as the vibrator and excited pussy meet, closes her eyes in pure pleasure, then blinks and continues reading.



The two friends next to me are biting and snapping at each other's mouths like hungry wolves on raw meat, while he fondles her breasts, and she strokes the bulge in his pants. I watch them to see their tongues licking each other's faces and darting in and out of their mouths. Just as quickly as they started, she stops and turns her attention to me. Shifting on the couch to face me, her hot, wet mouth and mine collide. She kisses me softer than she did Jason, making me as hard as a rock. I love soft kisses and she seems to sense that. My hand at the back of her head, I pull a handful of her hair and she makes a whimpering sound. I suck on her tongue and she slides it gently in and out of my mouth. Her hands however are anything but gentle. All the grabbing and squeezing at the tent in my slacks, has pre cum leaking out onto my skin. Feeling the wet drops oozing from the tip make me as hungry for more as she is.

While she kisses me passionately, Jason has hiked her skirt up and is teasing her from behind. With one hand he squeezes her soft ass cheek, while the other, plunges two large, thick fingers into her glistening wet pussy. She responds by biting MY tongue, and it's my turn to yell out. She shifts herself to put both knees on the couch, and is crouching on all fours, her ass is up to meet Jason's fingers. I stand up to remove my slacks and boxers, and kick them off to the side. I sit back down in front of her and she takes my rigid cock in her hand. While she strokes me, I rotate my position to lean back against the arm rest and spread my legs to face her. One foot on the floor and the other laying against the back of the couch. She lowers her beautiful face to my rigid cock and smiling, licks the pre cum from the tip, then takes it all into that gorgeous mouth that I've been dreaming about for days.



Susan's vibrator is now on high speed, full on fuck-me mode, and what she's reading (about herself!), has her cumming in waves. She's working on her third orgasm now, with no signs of stopping.

By now, she's thinking that she might just yank up her skirt and fuck this guy right on his bar stool if she ever sees him again.



I'm enjoying the site of a stunningly beautiful woman suck my dick with a raging passion, when Jason, no longer content to finger this heavenly body, stands and drops his pants to the floor. I'm shocked at the site of his massive hard-on.

My first thought is: It's a damn good thing that she can't see what's approaching from behind her.

It must be ten inches long hanging straight down in front of him, and as he raises it to stroke himself it looks ever bigger.

Fuckin'A! I'm staring at my friend's cock! What the fuck is wrong with me! Not that I would ever touch that beast, but it is pretty impressive. 

He grabs one of her legs with his huge hand and moves it down to the floor. She is laying across the couch by one knee now, and Jason starts his attack by rubbing the head of that monster against her slippery-wet pussy. She moans her approval. Then he stabs her with the entire length of his enormous weapon.

She arches her back in complete surprise, and sheer pain and screams: "FUUUUCKK! Holy fuck! Oh my god. . .Yes! Fuck that pussy Jason! Oh my god you're so fucking big! Yes! Fuck me with that big dick baby!"

She opens her eyes wide again and stares at me, panting heavily, through clenched teeth as Jason pounds her relentlessly. Her entire body is rocking back and forth against him while she lowers her head again to my swollen cock. Her motion pulls her mouth up my dick, then down again. We continue our fuck-fest for what seemed like hours. She squeezes my balls with every upward thrust from Jason, and I feel an orgasm coming on. I've been doing everything I can to hold back, but witnessing the wild scene before me . . . it's impossible.

Tightening every muscle in my body, and with legs shaking uncontrollably, I shoot my load into the back of her hungry mouth. I listen to her gulp down every shot and moan her approval, mmhhmmmm mmmhhmm. Like feeding a hungry lioness, she moans with every pulse of my cock. Squeezing it tightly, to get every last drop, and licking her fingers clean of my cum, she drops her sweaty head to my leg.

After laying there for a minute, in total rapture from Jason's brutalizing of her cunt, she abruptly stands up to remove him, throws off her pretty white blouse and lets her tight black skirt finally fall to the floor. Reaching behind her, as we both stare at her fabulous, nearly naked body, she drops her bra at our feet, freeing her perfect breasts, pushes Jason back down to the couch.

She spreads his legs, drops to one knee, puts his shiny-wet dick in her mouth, and slides her other knee high up against the back of the couch, leaving herself spread-eagle to my gaze. 

Her pussy is gleaming with fluid, and cherry red from the beating my large friend gave it. Nonetheless, the vision of her head bobbing up and down on Jason's rigid cock, while she rapidly jerks him off, re-excites my own.

Presenting herself to me this way means only one thing. She wants more, and she wants it from me.

I crawl up behind her and point my stiff dick, wet with a mixture my cum and her saliva, at the pussy I've been jerking off to for weeks. Finally I get to feel her warm, soft, insides. Sliding myself into her makes her lift her head and look over her shoulder to smile at me. She knows I've been wanting this for a while, and starts to fuck me hard against my pubic bone. Our bodies slap together in perfect timing. The sound echoing throughout the big room. Having cum once, it's easy to hold back for a while. Besides, why would I ever want this amazing experience to end. I hold her firm ass cheeks tightly, and watch my shiny wet cock ram in and out of her all the way to my balls. Heaven.

Jason suddenly throws his head back against the couch, and lets go a loud guttural groan.

OH!. . .OH!. . . FUCK YES BABY! OH YEAH! UGH. . .UGH. . .UGH. His body shakes with spasms over and over, holding the back of her head, plunging his cock ever deeper down her throat. I can only imagine how much cum that huge cock is pumping into my lovely lady's mouth.

Smiling to myself, I think I'll hold off on kissing her again for a while.

She takes the dripping cock out of her mouth and slowly stroking it, it continues to erupt, sending slow streams of his fluid down over her fingers and onto his leg. She glances over her shoulder again and smiles. Even after being taken by two men she can still manage her gorgeous smile as if to say: "Well done boys."

She puts her head on Jason's leg, still gently stroking his massive tool lying only inches from her face. While still slowly fucking herself against my throbbing cock, she starts to lick him clean, and I let go my load into her. She moans more approval with every shot:

"mmmm . . .mmmm . . . mmmm That feels sooo good shooting inside me Mark. Oh yeah baby! Give it all to me." 

She reaches between her long smooth legs and holds my balls, gently rubbing them together, while I send my last stream of cum into her.

The three of us fall, exhausted, back into the soft leather couch.

I sit up and hand out the three glasses of champagne, and we drink them down. "Refill anyone?"

"Absolutely!" Is the unanimous answer.

I'll never forget the amazing threesome I had with my best friend and my beautiful, sexy, dream girl.

I hope you enjoyed my fantasy dear bloggers.

Until next time,

Crazy



Susan laid wide eyed staring at the laptop screen. She was breathless. She'd lost count of how many orgasms she'd had, but she did know that at one point, they just kept rolling out of her like a volcano. She switched off the vibrator which had gotten too hot to hold, and put it away. It would be a long time before she went to sleep, re-playing the action that she had just read. She, like other woman had fantasized about being with two men. But, who'd do what to whom? How does it work? Could she ever really do that? She closed her eyes, happy that now she could read all about herself fucking two handsome men...without all the drama.

She also knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she'd be returning to his "secret blog" . . . about her, many . . . many times. 

- A BLIND DATE -

Weeks later, Susan received a text from Tori that she and her partner, Andy were going to a new Mexican restaurant in town on Friday night, and would she like to join them? She answered yes, and the next text took her by surprise. 

"Good! We have a friend we'd like you to meet too! He's adorable."

"Wait, He?"

"Yes, relax for god's sake. When is the last time you had a date anyway? His name is Dennis. He's a detective who works with Andy sometimes. He's in and out of town a lot, some kind of investigative detective or something. He's divorced, and hasn't dated anyone in a long time. You know ...like you! A Loser!"

"Very funny, OK. I'll go, but I haven't been on a blind date since college. It even sounds weird." 

"You'll be fine. We're looking forward to seeing you. I'll let you know times and directions, and all that later."

"Why do I let you do this shit to me Tori?"

"Cuz you love me?"

"I'm sure that's it."

Susan was right. She hadn't been dating much since her last breakup, let alone go on a blind date! She and Don had dated for about three years, when one night, while he was in the shower, she heard his cell phone vibrate on the night stand. She looked down and saw it was a text that read: 

"From Teresa: See you tomorrow night lover... Sooo excited" 

When she questioned Don, he just stared like a deer in the headlights, and she knew it was over. 

Everything he'd moved into her apartment was out in 24 hours. No need to talk about it. She was shocked and deeply hurt.

It took her months to even think about having another man in her life, and she enjoyed hanging out with her girlfriends more and more. They made her feel safe. And loved.

Because of the early dinner reservations, Susan decided to take a cab to the restaurant directly from work. She arrived dressed in her favorite black and white striped dress and heels. The girls were standing outside waiting, and after hugging and greetings, they went inside to their reserved table. 

"So...where is this Mr. Wonderful ladies?"

"He texted me earlier that he might be late, but he'd meet us here asap." Explained Tori.

Small talk was exchanged over the ever-important margaritas, when Susan, looking past Tori's shoulder, noticed a handsome, well dressed gentleman approaching the table. 

"Wow. Is that him?" She whispered.

Both girls turned around and smiled. "Dennis! Come. Sit down. Susan, this is Dennis. And Dennis, this lovely lady is our good friend Susan."

"Lovely indeed! It's a pleasure to meet you Susan."

"And you as well."

The four hungry workers barreled through two baskets of tortilla chips and salsa, and by the time dinner arrived, they were feeling no pain, thanks to two more rounds of margaritas. Susan couldn't help but notice that Dennis was very funny. He seemed to have a humorous comment on everything. Susan especially found herself laughing so much, she had to catch her breath more than once. Dennis' stories about stupid criminals alone were enough to warrant his own comedy CD. After the tequila had done its job, Susan found herself reaching out for his arm, as if to say, "Stop! I'm trying to eat here, give me a break!" More than once, Dennis put his hand over her's before a story, and said: "Wait till you hear this one!"

She noticed his hand of course, and each time he did that, she looked into his big brown eyes. He seemed safe, and happy, almost calming in his demeanor. He had a full head of black wavy hair, just starting to gray at the temples. He was clean shaven, with just the slightest sign of four o'clock shadow. She found that very manly and very very sexy. Every time he smiled, she found herself glancing at his perfect white teeth.

"He's way too perfect." She thought. Or maybe it was just meant to be. What ever it was, she was in no condition to over-think the situation. 

"Just go with it." She told herself. "Its Friday night, and you're having fun. For god's sake, stop analyzing everything as if it was a spreadsheet! Some things are just meant to happen."

Dinner was everything the reviewers said it was, truly excellent. The margaritas were the best she'd ever had in the city, but she knew that if she had the "just one more" that the other three were contemplating, she might not make it home. She shuddered at the thought of Dennis telling his buddies how his pretty blind date had passed out, head first, into her flan.

"No more for me guys." She announced. "I'm feeling great right now and I don't want to ruin it." 

Tori was first to stand up and Andy followed, pulling out her chair for her. Dennis was next to stand and as Susan stood, she lost her balance and tipped over into Dennis' arms. "OOPS! I gotcha! Easy, there." 

"How are you getting home girl? You need a ride?" Andy asked.

"No thanks. I took a cab. I'll just get another one back. Besides, we've all been drinking. Cabs for everyone tonight! Thanks though."

"I took one also, I'll make sure she makes it home OK." Dennis offered. "I'll stop a couple cabs and meet you ladies out front."

They put on their jackets and coats and Tori spoke up: "He's fucking hot! Huh Suzy?" 

"Yeah, great guy. Funny, handsome. Jeezus, he even smells good!"

"Good enough to eat?" Whispered Tori, winking.

Kissing them both goodbye, she answered: "Night ladies."

Outside Dennis had opened the back doors of two taxis as promised. He went over first to a slightly wobbly Susan and held her arm.

"Thank you ladies, for introducing me to such a lovely lady tonight. I had a great time. Lets get together next time I'm in town."

"Great seeing you, Dennis. We'll be in touch. Night." With that, the car door closed and they were whisked off into the city lights.

"After you, Susan." She slid across the vinyl seat, and Dennis slipped in next to her. The taxi sped away to Susan's condo.

"I had a great time tonight Dennis. Thank you." 

"Hey the pleasure is all mine Susan. So happy that I've met you. I hope we can get together again soon. May I call you for another dinner sometime?"

Susan slowly tilted her head back towards his and whispered: "Absolutely."

He leaned toward her and kissed her softly. She reached up to hold his face closer, and kissed him back. At first their mouths just barely touched, Feeling each other's breath, then she instinctively put the tip of her tongue on his lips, and he responded with the same. His mouth opened slightly and her tongue slid past his beautiful teeth, to find his hot tongue lying in wait to play with hers. His right hand held her left shoulder and pulled her into him. Her head was spinning and she wanted to stay inside his mouth forever. He was a wonderful kisser. She was lost in his kisses. 

She'd wondered in the past if kissing had become a lost art. It was certainly something that Don had never figured out how to do correctly, how to turn her on with just a kiss, how sensuous, passionate kissing could be so erotic, and get a woman so hot. Don would just kiss one breast then the other then jump on top of her and force his dick inside her. She was secretly relieved when she found a good excuse to kick him to the curb. She felt sorry for his new girlfriend. Sort of.

The cab pulled up in front of Susan's building. Dennis opened the door, slid out and held the door for his pretty date. 

"By the way, you looked really beautiful tonight Susan." He took her by the shoulders and leaned in to kiss her and she turned her head.

"Pay the man." She whispered.

"Oh... Sure! Sorry! OK. Here ya go...Thanks! Night!"

The cab sped away and she met him with another kiss. This one, more passionate then the ones in the back seat. Her tongue probed his mouth and she felt her juices flowing. Their breathing was getting heavy.

"OOPS. No cab! Now, you may as well come in for a night cap!" 

He smiled, kissed her again and helped her up the steps to her front door.

She unlocked the front door, he held it open for her and she stepped inside. Once inside, she kicked off her Louboutins, that landed on the living room carpet at the same place every time, as if they were trained. She threw her jacket on the nearby chair and leaned back against the front door. 

Dennis had watched all this from the hallway, thinking that she was the hottest woman he'd ever seen. 

"Come here." She beckoned, curling one finger to him, as if summoning a naughty child.

Dennis didn't have to be told twice, and pressed her against the door with his entire body weight. She could instantly feel his hardness against her mound. She wanted him so badly, she wanted to scream. He kissed her neck as she held his head with both hands. He knelt slightly to kiss the top of her breasts, and pushed them up to meet his mouth with both hands. She was squirming in his hands and soft moans were starting to escape from her lips. He grabbed at the back of her head and pulled it back hard by her hair to better reach her hot sweaty neck. He licked her skin like candy, and he felt his cock pressing hard inside his pants. He ran his hands down her sides all the way to the hem of her dress. He pulled it up to her waist, and she whimpered, knowing what might happen next. He slid one hand down into her panties and found her wetness. She moaned again, louder this time. 

"Oh god, yes." She said, panting out the words.

He fingered her wet pussy with one finger while his thumb rubbed her clit. She couldn't believe the pleasure he was giving her. Not only could he kiss... he knew his way around a woman's body. She felt an orgasm already building inside her and she started to shake. She grabbed his head and kissed him hard, cumming on his soaking wet hand. Her legs were shaking and she almost fell to the floor, when again he held her up. 

"Wow...You're incredible." She said, still panting. While she spoke, she reached to his leather belt and pulled it open. Unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper they fell to the floor. Her hand reached out for what she wanted and was pleasantly surprised by what she found. She stroked his nice hard, six or seven inch cock and quickly knelt down in front of him. He was as hard as marble, and she took the entirety of him into her mouth. He threw his head back in pure pleasure, and hands on hips, started to thrust himself into and out of her pretty mouth. She moaned as she moved around the hard cock with her tongue, then tasted his pre cum starting to ooze from it. She suddenly stood up to his surprise and with her hands on his shoulders for support, said:




The Blogger and Susan Hendricks



CNN HLN anchor and reporter Susan Hendricks is surfing the internet for an interesting story to feature on HLN Now. Not finding anything and feeling a little bored, Susan decides to Google herself to see what people on the internet are saying about her. She runs across the usual search returns like photos and video clips of her but then she sees something else: a blog with something written about her.

Susan clicks through to the blog and finds something completely different. Yes, there are photos and videos of her, but they exist in the context of the blog's writer posting has innermost thoughts and fantasies about her. Susan has an idea for her story: bring in one of her fans and interview him live and on the air. Susan emails out to the blogger and makes her pitch, which the blogger enthusiastically accepts. Arrangements are made and the blogger travels out to Atlanta to visit the HLN studio for his on-air interview with Susan.

The blogger arrives at HLN studios and is greeted by Susan. Susan is wearing an outfit that the blogger has mentioned many time in his writings: Susan with a tight black turtleneck sweater, white skirt, and knee high black leather boots.

Blogger: Hello Susan, my name is Brad. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

Susan: Hello Brad. it's nice to meet you face to face.

Susan shows Brad to his dressing room where he has his hair and makeup done. Once he's ready, Brad makes his way to the set, where Susan is sitting at the couch on the right (if you're watching on tv). Susan instructs Brad to sit on the couch to the left and gives him some simple instructions before they go on air live.

Susan: Welcome back to HLN Now, I'm Susan Hendricks. Many celebrities have dedicated fan followings and are the subject of blogs on the internet. That also happens with reporters, and I have here in studio, blogger Brad Hamilton who runs a blog about newscasters and reporters. Good to have you here today Brad.

Brad: Thank you Susan, it's great to be here.

Susan interviews Brad and asks him about the blog and the reasons why he decided to start and run it. Brad gives Susan a simple answer, it is a way for him to openly talk about certain subjects as it relates to news reporters that is frowned upon and not accepted in related forums around the internet. 

Susan: By certain subjects, you're referring to sex, right?

Brad: Yes, Susan.

Susan continues her questioning on this particular subject when she brings up the subject that has been on both our minds but never discussed previously.

Susan: I've read some of your posts, or should I call them fantasies, about me. Is that what you're thinking about when you're masturbating

Brad: Why yes, Susan. I do have those thoughts about you when I pleasure myself. I am very good at it.

Susan: Would you be willing to demonstrate for me and our audience?

Brad: Sure, I'd love to.

Brad starts taking off his clothes slowly, one article at a time as Susan fidgets on the opposite couch. She crosses and uncrosses her legs a few times while Brad disrobes. He neatly folds his clothes and places them on the couch beside him. Susan's eyes widen as she looks at this magnificent physical specimen in front of her, naked with a fully erect penis. Brad reaches down with his right hand as he gently and light grabs the shaft of his penis and starts to slowly run his hand up and down the shaft, leaving the head untouched.

Susan: Oh my, you have a wonderful body Brad.

Brad: Thank you Susan. I think you have a very sexy body yourself.

Brad continues to stroke himself softly with his right hand as his left caresses his chest. He runs his fingers across his hard nipples, and lets out a soft moan.

Brad: Mmmmmmm. This feels so good Susan. I can't take my eyes off of you. You have beautiful legs.

Susan: Would you like a closer look? Come here.

Susan signals Brad over with a simple come hither wag of her right index finger. He stands up, completely naked with his hand fondling his penis and walks over to her. Susan signals Brad to kneel in front of her.

Susan: On your knees, Brad.

Brad kneels in front of her, looking up and paying tribute to this newscasting goddess. Susan uncrosses her legs, lifting her left leg up and over Brad's head and resting her leather boot just above her ankle on his right shoulder. Then she lifts her right leg and does the same on Brad's right shoulder. Susan's hands make their way to the bottom of her skirt as she hikes up her skirt just slightly so Brad can see.

Susan isn't wearing any panties!

Brad looks up at Susan as she starts to reposition herself on the couch, sliding her hips closer to the edge and working her way to her back. She looks at Brad, smiling, and gives him a knowing nod. Susan's hands move to the sides of Brad's head as she guides him, lowering his head down between her legs and up her skirt.

Susan: Lick my pussy Brad.

Brad starts to kiss Susan's inner thighs, and moves his hands from his own body to the outside of Susan's thighs, slowly massaging them as his mouth, lips and tongue make their way to Susan's pussy lips. He finds Susan's clitoris and softly places the tip of his tongue on her clit. Susan lets out a long moan.

Susan: Mmmmmmm, Brad, that feels so good.

Brad continues to perform fellatio on Susan while the cameras are still on, broadcasting the entire thing over to millions of cable subscribers around the world. Susan's hips start to move in rhythm to Brad's oral technique as she arches her head back, enjoying every moment. Her breating starts to pick up as she nears orgasm.

Susan: Oh my God, Brad, I'm gonna cum. Oh Brad OH BRAD

Brad brings Susan over the top as the orgasm runs through her entire body. Her body spasms from the sheer ecstacy, passion and pleasure that Brad has provided for her. Susan's breathing and heart rate start to slow down, but she is far from satisfied. She looks at Brad.

Susan: Stand up Brad

Brad stands up, holding Susan's ankles on each of his shoulders as she readjusts. Susan is now lying flat on her back with her skirt hiked up. She smiles, looks at his still erect penis and gives him a knowing nod.

Susan: Do it Brad. Do it so everyone can watch.

Brad slides his erection inside of Susan, pushing his hips against Susan's body. 

Brad: Oh Susan, I've been fantasizing about doing this to you for a long time.

Susan: I know, Brad. I read your blog. 

Brad: I love you Susan.

Susan: Show me how much you love me. Put all of your love into those hips and give it to me.

Brad continues to thrust into Susan, channelling all of his sexual frustration, his arousal and his love into each thrust.

Susan: That's it Brad. Fuck me. Love me. 

Brad: I'm going to cum Susan. I'm ready.

Susan: Cum inside of me Brad. Don't pull out. Put all of your cum inside me.

Brad gives one last hard thrust with his pelvis that puts him over the edge. He leans his head forward, looking into Susan's eyes with the lust and hunger that he's written about in his blog. Susan is finally experiencing what she had been reading.

Brad: OH SUSAN, I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING. I LOVE YOU SUSAN!! I LOVE YOU.

Susan: OH BRAD, I'M CUMMING AGAIN! OH BRAD.

Brad and Susan both feel the warmth and intensity of their simultaneous orgasm, and the ejaculation of Brad's essence into Susan. Brad's penis lets out several pumps, pushing out all of the semen that Brad has stored between his legs. Once their orgasms subside, Brad drops his knees down on the couch as Susan's legs slide down his arms and land on the floor. Brad leans forward toward Susan as their lips meet in a long passionate post-coital kiss. 

Brad: I love you Susan.

Susan: I love you too Brad.

Susan looks at the screen

Susan: We'll be back.

As the cameras pan back to show Brad on top of Susan on the couch, they go to commercial as Brad and Susan continue their post-coital make out session.

Brad: I'm happy that I was able to finally express my love for you, and I don't care if the whole world saw us.

Susan: Me neither Brad. It was wonderful.



The Blond and the Professor



He stood silently in the doorway, eyeing her. She sat sideways in a desk in the back of the classroom with her elbows on her knees and her chin resting in her hands, her blond hair falling forward and hiding her face from him. 

He cleared his throat, "Ms. Jennston? You shouldn't be in here. My classroom isn't a hang-out for students."

She bolted up and turned to face him, her red-rimmed eyes catching him off guard. 

She sniffled and stuttered an apology, "I-I'm ss-sorry -"

Dear God, she was crying. 

He interrupted her, "There really isn't a need to apologize. Why don't I give you a moment and you can leave in a few minutes when you're ready. Go back to you dorm."

She stopped him as his hand settled on the knob, "Wait! Don't go. I don't really want to be alone right now. I just didn't want the other students to see me like this." 

She clutched the edge of her skirt, wrinkling the fabric in her hands. Biting her lip, she watched him and breathed a sigh of relief when he removed his hand from the knob and set his briefcase on his desk. 

He walked down the aisle of desks. "Okay. Is there something you want to talk about?"

"Do you think I'm attractive?"

He frowned and stopped in front of her, "Ms. Jennston that is a highly inappropriate question to ask your professor."

"Oh, no! I mean... my boyfriend just broke up with me. Over a text," she held her phone up to him, "where he said he's found someone else. Am I just... not good enough?"

Her delectable lower lip pouted and he was ashamed to admit he was considering answering her question. 

For moral support.

"Jennifer, I think you are a lovely young woman and I'm sure there are plenty of other young men your age that will be delighted you are now available for the taking."

Her eyes cleared and she asked, "You think so?"

He was treading on thin ice now, but he nodded at her. "Yes. Now you can go on coffee dates and twerk against guys at the club, or whatever it is you do."

For a moment, he imagined her at the club in a skin-tight dress and her back-end bouncing in beat to the bass. 

A small smile touched the corners of her mouth and she did what he was worried she would do. 

Physical contact. 

She sprung from the desk and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was saying something but he wasn't paying attention to it. Her hair smelled like flowers and his hand had brushed her breast when she closed in on him. He combed his fingers through her hair and rested his other hand in the small of her back. 

He didn't mean to pull her closer. It was an instinctual action. She was warm, she was soft, and she smelled so wonderfully female. 

The unexpected action shot a little buzz of excitement through him. 

She parted her lips and ran her tongue up his neck, then nibbled on his earlobe. He held her closer against him and slowly lifted the fabric of her skirt up. He slid his hands under the fabric and squeezed her full cheek in his hand. 

He turned his mouth to her and caught her lips under his. She moaned and pressed her hips up against him. 

He was lost in the scent of her, the sweet taste of her hot mouth. He shuffled one foot back to balance them but in doing so, moved the desk back, making a scraping sound as it scratched the floor. 

He was still at work. She was still one of his students. 

He tore his mouth away from her and, surprised, she complained, "Professor..."

She trailed off when he shook his head at her. "No, Jennifer. You're still my student. I could get fired for this kind of behavior."

She rested the back of her fingers against the side of his face, "But you can't take this away from me now. I need this. I want to know I'm still attractive."

He caught her wrist and pulled her hand away. "I think you need to go back to the dorms and we should forget about this. Like I said, there are plenty of young men here that are your own age."

She huffed out an angry breath and stepped away from him. She grabbed her bag and stormed out of the room, not even looking back at him on her way out.

The next day...

He glared at the loud students in the hall, their laughter echoing around his classroom. He closed the door while his students busily scribbled in their test answers. One by one, as each student finished the test, they left early and shut the door behind them. 

Save Ms. Jennston. She was the last test-taker left. He looked up at her from his grading and found her chewing on the eraser end of her pencil, a naughty smile on her face. She had arrived to class early and chosen a seat directly in front of his desk. Now she sat with her legs spread apart. 

Now that he was looking at her, her fingers crawled along the fabric of her skirt. She hiked it up farther and farther until he had a clear view of her. 

He cleared his throat and said, "Ms. Jennston..."

She teased a finger around the pink folds and bit down on her pencil as she rubbed over her clit. 

Her eyes sultry, she asked him, "Professor, are you going to ask me to stop?"

He should.

"Jennifer..."

He couldn't. He couldn't do it. He was mesmerized by her. He could see straight up the smooth skin of her thigh and he was entranced with her as she pushed in a finger and moaned. 

"Mmmm... Professor, I'm going to be dripping wet for you."

He stood up from his chair and walked over. He pulled the pencil out of her mouth and replaced it with his finger. She sucked it into her mouth teased it with her teeth while working her own finger deep into her pussy. 

He leaned over her desk and pulled his finger out of her mouth. "Let me help with that."

She was wet. He easily slid his finger deep into her. 

She leaned back and wriggled against his hand. Biting her finger, she closed her eyes and he watched as her cheeks flushed with desire.

He pulled her hand away from her mouth and said, "If you really need to have something in your mouth, I can give you something to put in there."

She smiled up at him and reached up from her desk to unbutton his pants. Her warm hand closed around his cock and she leaned forward to suck his tip into her hot mouth. He pulled her hair back and away from her face as she knelt down on the floor, easing his length past her lips. She moved her hand at his base in rhythm with her mouth. 

He stared down her top, wondering why her shirt was still on. Unbuttoning the first few buttons, he slipped his hand under her bra to run his thumb over her nipple. It stiffened and he squeezed her breast then slid her bra strap down her shoulder. 

He passed his thumb over her nipple again and she moaned in pleasure. The sound caught him off guard. Her skin was invitingly smooth, he already knew she was wet and ready for him, and his cock was rock hard in her mouth. He pulled her up and pushed his desk supplies to the side. 

She lay on the desk and he stood next to her, holding her legs apart as he slowly slid his dick into her dripping pussy. Her eyes were closed as he slid in and she was biting her lip, her hand kneading her breast. 

He held still for a moment, enjoying her tightness. Just for one moment he wanted to see her sexual need across her face. She opened her eyes and begged him to keep going. 

He tore into her, in and out, at savage speeds. The desk legs rattled and scraped against the floor as he moved with raw excitement and her breasts jiggled up and down as he pushed his hips against her. She was flushed with sexual energy and was biting her knuckle, trying to stifle her moans. He knew if they weren't in a classroom, she would be screaming out her pleasure.

She was so wet and warm. 

If this was his chance to fuck a beautiful blond in his classroom, he wanted to make this worth it. He pulled her off the desk and turned her against the chalkboard, facing it. Her breasts were pushed up against the blackboard, the sweat on the skin of her breasts would make two circles against the dirty chalkboard that he wouldn't notice until later. Her head was turned to the side and he stood behind her, pulling her skirt all the way up over her waist so he could smack her naughty bottom. 

She giggled and stuck her ass out against his crotch. His dick was still wet from her and he slid his tip carefully next to her asshole. 

He brushed the hair away from her cheek and asked her, "Jennifer, do you know what I'm about to do?"

She nodded. Caught up in the moment, in the scent of sex that filled the classroom and his warm body so close to her, she encouraged him, "Please, put your big dick in my tight little asshole."

He slid in, her soft, tight canal pulling at him. He slid past her tight muscles and groaned into her hair. He held her hands up over her head against the chalkboard and pulled out, slamming back into her. She bit into his arm to hold back her cries while he fucked her, in and out, as her tight ass drew him closer and closer. 

He dropped one arm down to reach in front of her. His finger glided back into her pussy and as he slipped a second one in and moved them in time, she shuddered against the chalkboard, letting a loud moan escape. 

He removed his wet fingers and slapped her ass cheek again, then squeezed the rounded flesh in his grasp as he felt himself close to his finish. 

Between gasps, she said, "I can't believe I just came."

He leaned forward and nibbled on her ear. "And who made that happen?"

He could feel the energy building up within him and he was ready to explode all over her soft backside. 

"You did. Oh my god, you made me cum."

Damn straight he did. 

He held for a second in her ass, his dick nestled in her. Then he gave one last shove and pulled out, letting his load shoot out over her smooth cheeks.



The Blonde



Seems he never could understand even after all the times I warned him not to mess with me. I told him the last time I caught him cheating on me that I would not be doing anymore forgiving I simply would kill him. I knew he never believed me but I thought that after I killed that slutty blonde he was with about a month ago that he would get the message. Too bad really I love him.

I watched her suck him off and he seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit although I did not hear the same sounds that I got out of him, and he did not fuck her afterward like he always did me. I knew she was simply a form of relief for him at the moment. Still I did not like it not one bit. I recognized the perfume though and I knew she had been in our bed before. I figured if she was worthy enough to be brought back into our house at least a second time then I had better deal with her. I stood there in the front room quietly a few more minutes and listened to her beg him to fuck her I wanted to see if he would. I could tell he wasn't too interested in doing that at the moment. I stripped off my clothes and walked in to the bedroom he smiled big, she looked like she had seen a ghost. Well in some ways I guess she had.

Of course his dick got hard immediately and I glared at him daring him to deny me my fun now after all he was the one being an asshole. I pinched her tit and ran one finger across the lips of her pussy feeling how wet she was. She just stood there. I pushed her down onto the bed watching her rather large tits bounce around a little which turned me on a little bit I like big tits on a woman. Getting on top of her and straddling her about waist high I held her head firmly to the bed and told her he was not going to fuck her but I was. I am still not quite sure what that look was that came across her face. I guess we will never know. I started kissing her hard and forcing my tongue deeply into her throat until she responded giving some tongue back to me. 

I reached behind me putting a couple fingers inside her pussy, which was quivering now as she raised her legs and parted them a little further. I worked four fingers in and out of her now and never took my eyes off of her face. She was beautiful. I could see him off to the side a little standing there stroking his cock waiting to be invited in. I turned around burying me face in-between her legs while she eagerly ate mine. 

By this time he was standing in front of me when I could reach his cock and stroke it for him. I was not about to let him cum either, he was going to fuck me in front of her and she was going to watch it like it was the last thing she would ever see. I was very careful to stop each time I thought she was going to cum I was not going to let her have that relief. I moved my thumb across her swollen clit and my fingers and tongue in and out of her until she was screaming and I would stop.

Raising my head and taking the head of his cock into my mouth I bit hard enough to let him know he had been bad and I did not forget. He grabbed my hair and forced himself deeper into my mouth harder and faster I came hard in the blonde's mouth nearly choking her by the sounds of it. He pulled me off of her and off the bed by my hair and onto my feet then forcing me down on the bed and on my stomach. I knew I was going to like this. The blonde moved higher up on the bed positioning herself to where I could continue tonguing her pussy. 

He pulled my hips up and directed me onto my knees. He slid his cock inside of me holding my hips and began thrusting himself deeply inside me, and grinding. 

I tried to get him to pull out further but he just went deeper. I found myself lifting off of my knees and pressing harder into his cock lifting my body up and down I knew he was so close. I forgot about the blonde slut for a few moments. He pounded hard and continuous until he shot hot cum inside me and what ran out he put on his fingers and worked them in and out of my ass until I could not take anymore and I came hard. It was then that I looked at her face again seemed like she was needing fucked in a bad way. I guess she still wanted him. 

I told him to sit tight and I would take care of her. He sat at the foot of the bed and she looked at me in wonderment I just smiled. I took the leash from the toy box by the bed wrapping it around her pretty throat. I told her we were going to play a game now. Her smile was nervous. I cinched the leash around her neck and began twisting it around and around cutting off her air supply. Her hands hit at me and her nails scratched and dug into my skin she pulled hair and did what ever she could to try to get away. She failed. I heard him a couple times tell me that was enough, but it wasn't. She turned a beautiful dark blue and had a red tinged trail of spittle coming from the side of her mouth I came again.

When I turned to him and told him that I didn't like the bitch in my bed and if he ever did this to me again I would kill him. I noticed his dick was soft and drawn up I guess he wasn't as turned on about it as I was. I rolled off of her and lay on my back and told him he better fuck me again I was feeling a little ornery. He first looked at her then me and back over at her. I reached over flicking her nipple and telling him he owed me. I lifted my foot to his crotch and began moving it around until he slowly came to life. He fucked hard and furious this time when he finished I rolled him off of me and on to her cooling body he jumped telling me that was not fucking funny, I told him no it wasn't and don't forget and to remember what I told him.

I guess that was about a month ago. His memory was apparently short. First I killed the red head all sprawled out in the back seat of my new car. That really pissed me off. The red interior did not seem so trashed when the blade slid across her throat. His body neatly positioned beneath hers seemed to come to a sudden stand still. I told him you know, he should have listened he didn't so I killed him to. The hell with him anyway I could find a stiff dick anyplace. I'll just make sure they know the rules. It's just that he must have forgotten about the blonde. 



The Blonde



The summer was just kicking off and the heat was turning up. The apartment building I lived in, which was normally packed with college students, was all but deserted. Cassie and Emily had both gone home for the summer. Cassie would come and visit but for the most part, I was on my own this summer. It wasn't a week before I started to just leave my apartment door open hoping that someone, anyone would else would be in the building.

Two days of hoping resulted in a find. It was the middle of the afternoon and I was on my couch playing video games. The rain was coming down outside and I had spent the whole day in. I heard footsteps outside my door and I thought there was a chance I might have lost my mind. Then there was a knock on my door. I nearly jumped around to see who was there and standing in the doorway was a tall, thin blonde with a big smile on her face. Now I knew I had lost my mind. I blinked just to make sure she was real. She stood about 5'10" with a tiny frame. She didn't have bigger than a –cup and her frame was tight through her hips. I got up and greeted her, introducing myself.

"Oh thank god! I'm Dani. I thought I was the only one left in the building and I was going to go out of my mind."

I shared her sentiment. We chatted for a bit about our plans to stick around the building all summer. After a few minutes of discussing some of our hobbies that we picked up trying to past the time, she said she had to go run errands for the day. I bid her good bye and told her it was a pleasure to meet her.

"Maybe we could get together again sometime and keep each other company. We could watch a movie or something."

"Yeah that would be great! Do you like scary movies?"

"I'm up for a good freaky movie. You can come over later and bring whatever you'd like. We can watch it here."

She agreed and gave me her number and left for the day. I was excited about the date we had planned later so I spent the rest f the day cleaning up and making sure my place was perfect.

**********

It was about 9 when Dani finally came back. She had changed since we met and was now wearing a tight glittery t-shirt that seemed small for even her petite frame. Her jeans were tight and gripped her legs down to the heels she wore. With her heels she stood just as tall as me which was first for me. Her jeans rode low and her shirt didn't go down to meet them. It left a strip of skin showing below her bellybutton and just above her pelvis. Her hip bones come out, highlighting the V of her abs. I could only imagine that she was cleanly shaved seeing as any sort of pubic hair would be visible with this outfit. 

I invited her in and she took a seat on the couch, pulling movies out of her bag. She brought a number of movies that she assured me were scary enough. I put the first one in and took a seat next to her on the couch. We sat back and the night began. By the time the first movie had ended, I had decided that this girl could drink. Between the two of us, we had all but finished off a bottle of Captain Morgan and while she seemed to be sailing the seas beautifully, my ship was going to start getting rocky if I didn't change course. I put on my toughest show though and carried on, pouring us another drink to start our next movie.

As movie number 2 got underway, I looked over to see Dani grab her neck and twist her head a bit with a pained look on her face.

"Is that something I can work on for you? I assure you, you'll be in good hands."

She moved off the couch and I slide over behind her. She took a moment to put her long blonde hair up into a ponytail for me and I got started. Her skin was soft and warm and my hands glided across her neck working out the tension she carried. Dani enjoyed the feeling and continued to watch the movie, pointing out some of her favorite parts. I was getting so lost in her body that I couldn't pay attention. My hands work from her neck down to her shoulders and across her back. Every so often I would work spots that would make Dani drop her head and just enjoy the feeling.

I worked my way further down her back, massaging the back side of her hips, pressing my thumbs in, rubbing the dimples she had on her lower back. The tips of my fingers brushed along the edge of her pants which only came up far enough to barely conceal the crease of the top of her ass. She did nothing to stop it. I worked my way around her body on either side until my hands were at her hips. Her hands met mine and she took them rubbing from her hips down the outside of her legs until I was bent over her, breathing down the back of her neck. I could feel her draw air deep into her lungs as she moved my hands to the inside of her thighs. I took over from there and moved my hands back up her legs, inching closer to her pelvis. 

I nearly reached her crotch before I could feel that the tight jeans she was wearing were wet. I knew the massage I had given her had turned her on but her pussy must have been dripping. I needed to find out. I continued up her thighs until my hands met right above the source. She was drenched in ecstasy and I gave her hot mound a squeeze. She moaned in pleasure and lifted herself up and backed up on to me. She leaned back on me, putting her head back next to mine. I took her ear in my mouth and nibbled on her earlobe. She moaned and forced her hips back into me pressing her tight ass firmly into my stiffening cock. Grabbing her hips, I slid my hands up her sides, moving under her shirt. 

I found my way up her chest as my hands reached her bare breasts. She hadn't worn a bra. I didn't know if she was planning on this or if her B-cup, perky tits just didn't need to be supported but I didn't care. I fit them in my hands, rolling her rock hard nipples between my fingers. She moved her hand down her body and into her tight jeans, touching herself as I toyed with her breasts. 

"Take me to your bedroom and fuck me."

I did as she told, standing us up I took her hand and led her down the hall to my room. She stopped us half way and pulled me into her. Her mouth met mine, opening to each other, our tongues met and I pinned her against the wall. I lifted her up, pressing her back tight to the wall and she wrapped her legs around my wait. My hands, clasped firmly on her ass, supporting her to just the right height for her to feel my hard cock press the fabric of her jeans against her soaked pussy.

I let her back down and undid her jeans, forcefully shoving them down. I dropped to my knees in front of her. Her hips and abs formed a perfect V down to her bare mound. She was tight and her lips were pink and swollen. Her pussy and thighs glistened with juice. She put one leg over my shoulder, bracing herself between me and the wall. I moved in, teasing her at first. I licked my way up her thigh, tasting the hint of her. I could smell the perfume she must have sprayed on herself accenting the sweet taste of her lips. I licked all around her before making my way up the slit of her pussy. She screamed out from the pleasure that the anticipation had created. I slid my tongue up and down her slit, flicking my clit when I reached the top. As I licked back down, I pressed my face into her and extended my tongue out as far as it would go. I pressed the tip of my tongue onto her tight asshole before moving it back up her pussy and back to her clit. Her legs shuttered in please and I knew I had her.

I gripped her leg and pressed harder into her, rubbing my tongue over her clit. She was screaming out in pleasure as she got raced towards the edge. I once more reached my tongue back to her ass and worked it back up to her clit, pressing hard into her, sending her spiraling over the edge. She grabbed my hair and forced my head back facing up at her. Her eyes rolled back and her head followed as she started to cum. My mouth was still open to her as she squirted cum into it. She screamed out as she was losing control of herself. Cum streamed out of her pussy. I did my best to catch her sweet juice in my mouth. I couldn't contain it as she squirted herself all over my face. 

I had never experienced anything like it. I had been with girls who had cum forcefully, sometimes gushing out but never like this. Her pussy was erupting all over my mouth and face and I nearly shot my load right then. As her juice tapered off and her orgasm subsided, her knees gave out and I had to catch her as she collapsed. I propped her back up against the wall as I stood to face her. As I rose, I dropped my pants and my cock was throbbing as it too rose and pressed against her pussy.

I took control of her again, grabbing her ass and lifting her once more as her legs wrapped around me again. This time there was nothing between us as she wrapped herself tightly around me. I forced her back against the wall and spread her ass as I moved my hips back. My cock was stiff and lined up to enter her when I pushed myself back into her. Dani let out a loud moan as my cock slid almost effortlessly into her pussy. I tightened my grip on her ass as I held her up against the wall and began fucking her. 

Her pussy wasn't as tight as I imagined by her slender frame but it hugged my cock nicely. Dani's pussy was getting pounded and with every thrust, she moaned louder. I held her at the perfect angle to fuck her deep and the thought of her cum squirting out of her pussy again, the way it had all over my face, had me ready to cum myself. I felt my body tighten and my cock throb as I continued to work it in and out of her. Her legs gripped me, holding me into her and she started to work her muscles. I had never felt anyone so in control of their pussy. She flexed and I could feel her walls contract and tighten around my cock. It sent me over the edge and I forced myself deep into her as I shot my load into her pussy. She tightened her grip on my cock and her pussy milked every last drop of cum out of me. I finally set her down and she headed to my bedroom.

Once we were in the room, she motioned for me to get on the bed. I obliged and she knelt before me. She took my dripping cock in her mouth and began licking it up and down. She toyed with my balls occasionally stopping the rub her clit. It wasn't long before she had me hard again. Once my cock was hard, she lifted her lips off me and crawled on me bed. She stayed bent over, waiting for me to mount her. I wasted no time. I got up behind her and pressed my cock into her pussy. I held her hips and pulled her back into me and began thrusting. Our bodies crashed together as I fucked her harder. She braced herself against the headboard, pushing back and screaming out in pleasure as I pounded her from behind.

"Oh I want you to fuck me! I want you to fuck my ass! Shove your fucking cock in my ass!"

I slid my shaft out of her pussy and spread her ass cheeks. My cock rose up to her little ass hole and I pressed my cum soaked head into her. The head of my cock disappeared into her ass and I pressed harder until inch by inch, the rest of my shaft followed. I had buried my cock deep in her as and began to pump. With one hand still gripping the headboard, Dani slid the other between her legs and furiously rubbed her clit as my cock moved in and out of her tight ass. 

"Fuck! Oh yeah that's it! Fuck my tight ass! Fuck it hard!"

I picked up the pace as she screamed out for more. I slammed my cock into her tight ass and it wasn't long before I was ready to cum again. She rubbed her clit faster and screamed in pleasure. She was about to cum. I held her hips tightly as I continued to work her ass. 

"Oh you're gonna make me cum. Oh I love your cock in my ass. It's gonna make me cum."

And with that she did. As my cock pressed deep into her ass, I could feel her warm juice squirting out of her pussy once more. The feeling of her cum shooting out, drenching my balls sent me over the edge with her. I unloaded in her shooting cum deep in her ass. 

"That's it baby, cum in my tight ass. Fucking fill my ass with cum."

I emptied myself inside her ass before sliding my cock out of her. She collapsed face down on my bed and rolled off her and laid on my back beside her. My cock was covered in cum and I could only imagine the little moan of satisfaction that came from Dani had something to do with my cum dripping out of her ass. 

It wasn't long before we both fell asleep. It looked like the summer wouldn't be so lonely afterall.