0 comments/ 12508 views/ 0 favorites My Secret Fantasy By: sierra I worked in an office where the overflow of phone calls were all directed to me. Secretary or receptionist was not my title, nor was it in my job description. I didn't mind at all though, taking messages for the supervisors and scheduling meetings, answering questions intended for them, or solving problems they were supposed to solve, but were unavailable to do so. It gave me a feeling of pride that I knew the answers, that I was able to handle the extra duties in addition to my own responsibilities. It also gave me a chance to talk with those I'd never been able to talk with otherwise. Also, I secretly reveled in the added knowledge I had that was privy to supervisors. I didn't flaunt it, but I must admit that I carried the air and attitude that I knew something nobody else in my realm of people knew. There goes the phone again! It's month end and always the busiest to make our numbers. It seems the phone never stops ringing when I'm the busiest. Again, I don’t mind! Being busy helps the day to pass. I really loved my job and I think people knew it. "Hi, this is Joe. Is Frank available?" I am asked. "Oh, hi Joe! I'm sorry, but he is out on the floor," I replied. "Would you like his voice mail or I could take a message for you or maybe I could help you?" "Well, do you know if the rush order for Branch 430 has been loaded yet? They want to add an item, if it's not too late." I took down all the information, the order number, the item and quantity they wanted added to the order, and the extension number to return my results to. I searched the computers for the information I needed. As I had figured, the order had already been loaded, but it looked like it was loaded recently. If I could find the order, I could pull it off the truck, open the box and add what needed to be added. Off I went in the trailer to find the order. To my amazement, I found it rather quickly. I pulled the product, packed it up with another package, resealed it and sent it off on its way. To be honest, there is no way anyone else would have gone through the trouble. The order was already loaded and considered shipped. I called Joe back and told him of his good fortune, his request had been granted. Of course, I had to let him know what needed to be done on my end and that I went the extra mile to satisfy a customer in need. A billing only order was created and inventory was adjusted. Another problem solved. On went my day, solving one problem or another. Always, the caller on the other end of the phone had an emergency or a crisis. This order needs to be stopped, the customer decided at the last minute to pick up the order and it has to be pulled off the truck, a customer lost his power and needs a rush order sent out before the trucks leave or he will be closed down. Whatever it was, it was always an emergency and the caller was always urgent and rushed. My phone rang again. To my surprise, the caller was very soft spoken, kind and gentle, identifying himself as Bob and looking again, for my supervisor, Frank. His voice seemed to lull me into a trance. I hung on his every syllable. I found myself talking to him as much as possible, just so I could listen to his calming voice. There was no urgency in his requests, no demands, no customers on the verge of crumbling. He was simply calling to get some information. Once he conversation was over and the receiver back on the hook, I could only stare for a moment and try to regain my breath. Why did it seem that I was just hypnotized by this mans voice? And so it went, week after week and month after month. The routine was much the same. With every call, I anticipated the hypnotizing call from Bob. He was always such a pleasure to talk to, his voice lulling my into a daze. It did not matter what kind of a day I was having, he always seemed to make it better with the calmness and softness of his voice. If I were to ever call a 900 line, I would expect the voice on the other end to mimic his. Then there came a time for me to move on. I began interviewing for other positions within the company. It didn't seem to matter what job I interviewed for, there was always something that was against me. The hours were wrong, there wasn't enough money, someone more qualified was picked for the job, and on it went. One day, I was scheduled for yet, another interview. I had all but lost my confidence and was going for the mere routine of it all. I was called back for a second interview. The interview was set up with the infamous Bob. My palms were sweaty, I was nervous, my heartbeat racing. I would be face to face with the man whose mere voice could calm the rough sea of my day. What would he look like? What would he think of me? I was led to a small conference room where we would meet. I sat there and waited for him, barely breathing, sweat forming on my brow, and my fingers nervously dancing in the air. I had chosen my outfit wisely, or so I thought. I kept second guessing myself. Was my hair in place, did I have lipstick on my teeth, did I develop a run in my stockings, and most importantly, would I make a fool out of myself? When he walked in and introduced himself, I could only stare. How is it God could grace one man with a voice to calm a raging river, and the looks to silence the roaring winds? He was tall and thin, light hair, his body was shielded from the covers of his clothing but appeared to be divine, and the most captivating aspect of all, his riveting blue eyes. They seemed to swim in an ocean of blue. They are the eyes I could lose myself in for hours, and never tire of looking at them. He smiled at me (as was customary when meeting someone new), stretched out his hand to shake mine in a greeting, and I felt my knees wobble. I quickly recovered, hopefully quickly enough so he did not even notice. About a month later, I was working for the man that coveted my fantasies and worked his way into my dreams by just the sound of his voice. Meetings were difficult, for as he stood there and spoke in front of the group, I could only stare. His eyes always took me to a far away place where there was no reality. Could he feel me staring at him? Could he sense the desire in my gaze? Did he sense my hunger or read the offer my body gave him? Could he see my nipples harden, my breath run short, or the chills run over my body? How could I go on working like this? This man has become my idol, my sex god, my vision of perfection. I knew I could never have him, but I also knew that my dreams and fantasies were mine alone, and nobody could take that away from me. And that was how I had to live my life. By day, we had a work relationship as we strived for the same long term goal. By night, he became my lover, even if only in my dreams. One night, we were together, on a sailboat on the ocean. Water was all around us for miles and miles. The sun was high in the sky as we basked in glory on the upper deck. Walking around naked, soaking in the warmth of the sun, sipping cocktails, and listening to the water hit the side of the boat. There was no better place to be. I could not keep my hands to myself. I had to caress his curves, touch his flesh, and taste his body. I wanted to make him moan and desire me as much as I did him. Our lips meet and tongues collide. A tight knot in my stomach tightens even more as heat rushes through my body. I feel like I’m melting. His arms are wrapped around me, holding my body close to his. I can feel his heart racing just as my own feels like it will beat right out of my chest. My hands slide down to his ass as if they have a mind of their own, pulling him even closer to me, letting him know I am hot and wet for him. I think I will burst, I need to feel this man deep inside of me, the ache in my center is so strong. How is it possible that pure desire could cause an ache that only he could ease? As if on cue, he fills me and gives me exactly what I need. The thrusting becomes faster and harder, our breathing more labored, my body searching for the fulfillment only he can provide. With a final thrust and a deep throated moan, he opens my flood gates as his own release follows. I know one thing, if ever given the chance, I will show that man just how much he really turns me on. Chances are, we will always be together in my fantasies, and nothing more. My Secret Fantasy I am led into a room, clothed only with a robe that opens in the front. At first sight, I see the bed turned down with pillows arranged at the headboard and mysterious strips of fabric at all four corners of the bed. I anxiously await and lay down on the bed getting comfortable. He blindfolds me. And whispers in my ear that he has a surprise for me. I get all tingly feeling his warm breath against my ear. I move my head towards his lip and kiss along his jaw line. Finding his lips, pulling him into a deep sensual kiss. He grabs my hair by the nape of my neck, keeping me from kissing him…feeling his breath on my lips…I get even more aroused. He moves away from me making me whimper. I can feel his hands move up my arms stretching them over my head. He quickly ties both of them with the soft fabric. I pull at them just a bit, feeling restrained and now fully aroused. I keep pressing my legs together as I feel the moistness seep from my body. I now feel his hands move down my legs and separating them slightly a bit, they too are now being restrained. His hands move back up my legs and I feel his finger press against my clit. The shock of pleasure makes me arch my back off the bed once again testing the restraints of my hands. He leaves me once again to pull something from his magic bag. He turns back to me and grins and holds up a blindfold and slides it over my eyes. My pelvis involuntarily thrusts at the anticipation. I now lay on the bed, immobile and blindfolded, not knowing now what is to come. A fleeting moment of anxiety washes over me, but quickly dissipates because I know that he wont let any harm come to me. The room now fills with a soft, sensual music and I feel what I believe to be a feather caressing my hardening nipples. I now feel the warm lips and tongue of my lover caressing where the feather has passed. His lips move to the center of my chest and kiss down my tummy. My torso rolls from side to side, almost aching for his touch. I can feel his hands all over me now, teasing, getting closer to my clit but still not touching it. His hands caress my lips as my hips grind against his hand. I am desperately trying to spread my legs, but having difficulty at the restraint. I feel him move off the bed and can feel the pressure on the mattress shift below my legs. His hands press my knees apart and I can feel his lips kissing up the inside of my leg. My breathing catches as he hits all the erogenous zones…then…I hear a knock at the door. My heart stops. Laying here vulnerable and naked, wondering who could be at the door. I hear it open and can hear quiet whispering. I hear a zipper lower and what sounds like someone removing clothing. I ask my lover who has joined us, and with a soft kiss as a reply I am told to trust him completely. Knowing him like I do, this complete trust is given freely. My lover returns to the juncture between my legs further exciting me closer and closer to the first of many promised orgasms. Only when I feel something soft and flaccid running across my lips do I moan. I take the soft flesh in my mouth, feeling it harden as I lightly lick and suck. Not knowing whose hardening cock I'm now lovingly sucking on is increasing the rapid flow of juices accumulating between my legs. My lover runs his tongue along my slit and when his tongue touches my clit, a spasm makes my back arch once again off the bed. And a loud moan escapes from my busy mouth. My legs are untied and I can feel his hands wrapping around my hips as his head is buried between my legs. His limber tongue begins to caress all the sensitive areas there. I can even feel him biting on my clit. He once again pulls away as I am about to reach that first mind wrenching orgasm…my breathing is now labored. I hear a slight rustling next to him…and feel something hard and warm against my waiting pussy. He glides it over my clit and lowers it making it wet with my juices. The tip of whatever slides in just a bit. My pelvis once again lifts off the bed, anxiously awaiting the full effect of this new toy. Having a difficult time trying to concentrate on giving head to the cock in my mouth and trying to reach that first orgasm, I feel the cock slip from between my lips. And unfamiliar hands run across my chest. Pinching my nipples, now kissing my lips as well. The increasing arousal is forthcoming quicker as I feel 4 hands loving on my body. There is a shift in position of my lover as he slides on top of me, his magic wand dangling across my lips. However, I know feel the new toy sliding slowly in and out. I now know the meaning of heaven, a hard cock in my mouth, and a limber tongue on my clit, and now a new toy thrusting in and out. Only to be further excited to feel a lubed finger gliding across my anus. My hands are now released as I am made to promise not to remove the blindfold. I grab around my lovers ass and love on his magic wand the way he knows I can. My tongue bathes his balls in light wet caresses with my tongue. I can feel them tighten as I hear the moans coming from between my legs. His tongue is moving rapidly over my clit bringing me closer to orgasm, trying to hold out till his peaks as well. I can hear another voice moaning, at the end of the bed. Hearing him stroke himself as he touches me, making it even harder to hold back. But Im at a point where there is no stopping now, my lips suck around my lovers cock, fondling him as I pump him in and out of my mouth, feeling his orgasm close. And one final thrust from the toy sends me over the edge as I yell out in the purest form of ecstasy. The orgasm proceeds into the next one as my lover fills my mouth with his cum. My pussy is still being worked on bringing me to the multiples that I enjoy so much, he finally slows as I hear him moan to his own orgasm. As we lay there all sated, I hear clothing being put back on and the door open and close. I am moved to the side of the bed and rolled to my side as I feel my lover nestle his head in the side of my neck, kissing it and whispering sweet words in my ear. He slides off my blindfold and kisses me deeply as we rest. The mention of the second person was never brought up; it just shows as a smile on my face. My Secret Fantasy I have always had this attraction to Mike, who was my husband Dan’s brother. Mike was a quiet person, but whenever I was around him I just had this strong feeling that underneath that quiet surface was a real tiger. I would often fantasize about letting Mike lick my pussy and fuck me. I was also dying to suck his cock. Don’t get me wrong I love my husband Dan with all my heart, but one day I just couldn’t help myself, I had to find out if my feeling about Mike was true or not. One day the family had gathered at my Mother – in – laws for a family dinner. My mother – in- law needed a few last things from the store which she asked Mike to go and pick up for her. I told him that I would come along with him and keep him company. After we had been driving for a few minutes I could not resist any longer, I reached over and started to rub his crotch. I asked him if it was alright for me to feel his cock. Mike looked over at me with a dirty grin and told me it was more than ok. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his half erect cock and began to stroke it. With my right hand I unzipped my own pants and began to caress my already creamy pussy. I began to tell him how I like to fantasize about him and how wet I get when I do. Mmmmmm. Being there with him made me so wet. I began to rub my clit, which was already hard. Then I slid my finger into my juicy hole and then took it out and put my finger to my mouth. I sucked my cream off of my finger. I was so involved in what I was doing that I hadn’t noticed that Mike had detoured and was parking the car in an abandoned driveway. I was so horny for him that I couldn’t get his pants down and his cock in my mouth fast enough. His cock was already like a rock. I took every inch of it deep into my mouth. I sucked it hard, and I teased the head with my tongue. Then I would take it all in again. While sucking his cock I began to finger fuck his ass. Mike was squeezing my nipples putting me through the roof in ecstasy. I asked him to suck my clit because I wanted to cum all over his face. We moved into the backseat of his car. He lay on the backseat while I straddled him the 69 position. I could not believe how magical his tongue was, how it swirled around teasing my hole, and when he sucked on my clit I felt every nerve in my body tingle. I turned around and guided his rock hard cock to my juicy pussy lips. Mmmmm, it felt so good when he smoothly slid every inch of that cock into me with one slow thrust. I was kissing and licking his face, tasting as much of my cum that I could. Mike was rolling my nipples between his fingers. My nipples were long and hard. Then he started to bite them and the harder he bit the wetter I got. I was riding his cock taking it as deep as it would go. He then told me to get on all fours. Then he got behind me and slid his cock into my creamy pussy, a finger up my ass and a handful of my hair. With every thrust of his cock he would pull my hair. I immediately began to cum again and again and again. I was moaning and on the verge of screaming. I have never experienced a feeling so good before. As I began to scream his name and beg to feel his hot juice, he gave me two more deep thrusts and on the third he pulled out his hot cock and dispensed his hot juice all over my ass. The both of us collapsed in sheer satisfaction before getting dressed and carrying on with the errand. When we arrived back at the house everyone wanted to know what took so long. Mike explained how the local store was out of a couple of the items on the list and how we had to go to the next town to get them. On my journey that day I discovered not only that were my instincts about Mike were true, but that he also had fantasized about me. My Secret Fantasy When thinking back to the time spent with Chonda I had to admit something to myself: I am so attracted to her. I let my wind wander...... We are sharing a bottle of wine. Just relaxing with each other. I am not really sure how it begins, I just know that it does. I feel her lips kissing mine. For a single moment, as I feel the tip of her tongue moisten my lips I am lost in the exquisite sensation of her touch. She is here, and the moment was now, and I begin to feel the flames begin burn up inside. Chonda began to slowly unbutton the white blouse I was wearing. She slipped it off of my shoulders and stood naked but for my panties. Chonda looked at me, and then at my breasts, illuminated in the moonlight. I hooked my thumbs into my panties and eased them off my hips, over my thighs, and then off my ankles. Now I stand completely naked in the moonlight next to her and the heat rises. I lean in and kiss her on the lips, tracing them with my tongue. My hand comes up and touches her breast, my thumb caressing her hardening nipple. Her hands roamed over my shoulders and back. I nibble at her neck, reveling in the soft smooth skin in the hollow of her neck. As I continue to kiss and move downward I taste the fullness of the tops of her breasts. The fire in me was now a burning blaze. I can not control my desire anymore. I want to kiss her all over, and to make here feel the heat I am feeling. I trace my tongue over her right breast until I can sense the change in texture. I lick over her hardening nipple. It feels wonderful on my tongue. I have immediate self-gratification of knowing that Chonda is aroused. I can taste it in her hard nipple. I suck her nipple into my mouth and feel her shudder beneath my mouth. I think I hear her cry out, but the blood is pounding in my ears, and the only thing I am aware of was the wonderful sensation of Chonda's nipple in my mouth. I move to her other breast, tracing my tongue along its underside and then up to the nipple, pink and budding with desire as my mouth closes on it, and begin to gently suck. I feel her shudder beneath me, and this time I am sure I hear her call out. The fire is now out of control inside of me, an inferno of passion. I hear myself call out as I run the flat of my tongue over her nipple and hear her growl a deep primitive sound of animal passion. Her pussy is warm, wet and inviting as I slide two fingers into her wet slit. The warmth radiating from her pussy hits me before my tongue makes contact with her inner thigh. She sighs deeply as I run my tongue upwards to those large welcoming lips. I allow my tongue to explore the smoothness of her outer lips, at the same time allowing me to sample the taste. It is similar to my own and I move my tongue to slip between her lips and into her large deep slit. I relish the absolute silkiness of her insides, and marvelling at the warm wet sensation. Chonda moans beneath me as I push my mouth between those lips and allow my tongue to explore further. At this moment, any inhibitions I may have had disappear. With my fingers, I ease her lips apart to get a look at her. I begin to suck her clit. Chonda begins to rotate her pussy against my face in appreciation, and before long my face is soaking in her juices. I eventually lower my mouth so that my tongue can slip inside her opening. I begin to suck her lips into my mouth and feed on them in turn. Between moving from one to the other, my tongue slips into her opening and caresses her inner lips. With my mouth firmly over Chonda's clitoris, I begin to slide my fingers in and out of her. She immediately begins to move her pussy in time with me; and little familiar groans of pleasure are soon ringing in my ears. By now your are enjoying my show. I like putting on this show. The warm softness of her pussy and the smoothness of her inner thighs are overwhelming to me. I begin to suck harder, flicking my tongue across her clit. Chonda begins to scream: OOOOOOHHHHHHH. The feeling of the long awaited release floods through her. Her hips buck against my assault and her entire body shakes with sexual tension. Chonda's juices flood between her thighs and I lap it up like a kitten does her milk. These were my thoughts. As the hot water is pouring over me, I begin to touch myself as I think of sucking Chonda's pussy. My time is limited, and the hot water has increased my sensitivity to touch. As I bring my orgasm to a peak--I think of her again--tasting her orgasm and I cum hard. My Secret Fantasy:... My Secret Fantasy: A Short Story I think I would describe myself as a moderately attractive gal, a little on the plump side but cute. My legs and ass are firm, as are my breasts...long blonde hair and big, inviting blue eyes...full lips and a nice tight pussy. I have a wonderful sense of self and a passionate nature and take pride in my appearance. I have no problem attracting men or getting laid...I more than live up to my reputation for love of oral sex...giving more than receiving, really. My problem lies in finding a woman to fulfill my secret fantasy. You see, for a few years now, I have had this reoccurring fantasy that plays over and over in my head when I masturbate. I am down on my knees, in front of this lusty blonde, reclining in a chair; her legs spread wide open to reveal her delicate, wet pussy for my taking. I want her so badly, the faint smell of her perfume mingling with her wetness, seductively grinding her hips toward my face and repeating "Eat my pussy, baby!" over and over in a desperate tone. I see her face now, her eyes full of lust and wanting as I place my hand gently on her shaven, glistening mound and begin to rub in a circular motion, increasing pressure as I go. She begins to moan... "Put you fingers in me, Kristin...please..." she breathes heavily, and I begin to stroke her inner lips of her puss, priming it for my fingers' entry. As I do this I start to suck and lick her tiny clit, feeling her grow tense and hearing her moans. I feel my own pussy begin to throb and grow wetter and I slip two fingers into her slick hole, slowly at first...all the way in. My God, she is so hot inside...I suddenly wish I had a nice big cock to drive into her. I instantly quicken my finger-fucking pace, much to her delight. I use my talented tongue to rotate round and round her clit, stopping every so often to suck it into my mouth all the wile fingering her hole, pumping deeper and harder inside her like it was a dick. I can no longer hold back and I jerk my fingers out and cover her entire pussy, from clit to bottom of cunt with my mouth as she squirts her juice into my mouth, hot and thick. She continues to moan, louder now, grabbing hold of my head and forcing her cunt into my face, grinding into me as a lick her clit rapidly. "Oh, Kristin...I'm coming...!" Hungrily I plow my fingers into her once again, pumping and pumping as I feel her walls grow tighter. Her loud moans turn into screams of passion and she throws her head back and gives a final thrust into me and I feel her body spasm as her cunt massages my fingers, almost as if they are being sucked. She falls back into the chair, panting wildly...my face is covered with her wetness. Hot and ready to come myself, my own pussy dripping wet, I straddle her leg and rub up and down, getting more and more turned on all the time. While I hump her leg, I massage her beautiful tits and suck on her mouth and tongue allowing her to taste herself on me. She then guides my throbbing cunt over to her pussy, sliding down in the chair so that we may join both of our mounds together. I half straddle her and grind myself into her, getting just the right rhythm down and going for it. My clit is as hard as a rock rubbing on hers now and I cling onto her, our breasts pressed together, our tongues interlaced, mouths sucking hungrily. I quickly come in powerful waves, all over her pussy...