5 comments/ 26091 views/ 8 favorites Click Here By: Extreme Bohunk 'Mmmmmm' she thought. 'If only every shower felt this good.' Rivulets of soapy bubbles tickled their way down her body as she was enveloped by the warm spray and steamy air. Her senses delighted in the combination of the water's caress, the smell of the soap, and the glow from the candles she'd placed around the room. She took a slow turn under the spray, allowing her entire body to enjoy the embrace of the tiny waterfall. She tilted her head back, rinsing the last of any shampoo from her hair. As she did, the spray began to play down her face and shoulders, almost like a lover's touch. Time seemed to slow as the small stream of suds flowed down her back, and began to run between the cheeks of her ass, causing a delicious tingle A small smile crossed her lips, she turned to face the water again. As the liquid massage touched her face, breasts, and stomach, it felt nearly alive, like it knew exactly where to tease and bring the tingling she was feeling to a deeper sensation. A small moan escaped her throat. If she was a cat, she would be purring loudly. She thought briefly about 'letting her fingers do the walking', but instead, turned off the shower. The warmth of steamy fog was already beginning to evaporate. She wrapped a warm dry towel around her body and another around her hair. Her reflection peered back at her from the mist streaked mirror 'I'm Queen of the Shower People' she thought, and giggled. She let the towel slide to the floor and reached for her favorite lotion. As she began rubbing it into her skin, that naughty tingle began again. She closed her eyes, luxuriating in the sensation of slippery hands gliding over her skin. She stopped when she noticed her knees had begun to tremble. The tingle had now become a hunger. She rested her hands on the sink, collecting her thoughts. The room had cooled considerably, she turned on the light and blew out the candles. She slipped on a full length silk robe and pulled the towel from her hair. The robe clung to her still moist body like a warm breeze. She walked into the next room and was greeted by cooler, drier air which created a new bouquet of sensations, none of which helped to dispel her state of arousal. 'Damn!' 'Why did that guy turn out to be such a loser?' 'Couldn't even get it up' she thought with disdain and exasperation. She had been seeing him for awhile, but it turned out he was hiding the fact he was a drunk. On the night they were supposed to have sex for the first time, he'd gotten so loaded, he couldn't even perform. She sighed, not wanting to dwell on negative things. 'I should check emails and then hit the sack' She thought ahead to the next day. The thought of another day of explaining the real world to bright-eyed, naive kids did not really appeal to her at the moment, nor did the long commute between home and work. None of this did anything to distract her from the fact that her body was aching for attention and release. She sat at her desk, and turned on the system. 'I hope this thing logs on before eternity' she thought. The computer began to go through it's routine, her fingertips drummed a bored tempo on the desktop. She sat back, her robe parted slightly, the end of the sash slid softly down her inner thigh, causing goosebumps over most of her skin. Another small sigh came from within as her breathing got deeper. She opened the robe wider. 'Just to let my skin cool' she told hersef. She could almost see the heat rising from her body. She began to let the end of the sash play along her thigh, moving in small circles, and slowly upward. There was a fire building in her. Her nipples strained against the silk, begging for attention. She began to rub one, then the other through the robe, as her other hand contined the slow, sensuous ascent up her inner thigh. The combination was electric. She closed her eyes and let the robe fall open, the hunger of arousal licking, nipping, consuming her. She slid deep into the chair, moving her legs farther apart. She touched herself, causing a gasp and then a groan. Her fingers sought, found, and slowly massaged her swollen clit. They grew wet, very wet. Her calves flexed, her feet arched to tiptoes. The chair rocked back on two legs. Her hips began to move with the tempo her fingers were setting. She pressed herself into her hand, and her hand into herself, building. Her breathing was a combination of moans and gasps as she began the climb to orgasm. She bit her lip, nearing the peak, when the computer began to make an odd and distracting series of sounds. She tried to ignore it and finish, but every time she did, the sounds got more insistent and distracting. Finally, she opened her eyes to look at the screen, only to see a display she didn't recognize. It wasn't her email at all, just a blank, gray screen with the message: "If you want the noises to stop, click here" 'What the fuck?!?' she fumed, 'I'm two seconds away from coming and you stop me for this?' She closed her eyes and picked up where she had left off. Just as she was about to come, and hard, the system started up with the noises, distracting her just enough to leave her balanced on the edge between reality and ecstasy. Shaking and panting, she grabbed the mouse to shut off the system, but it did nothing. It seemed the only thing it would do was to point the arrow over the now flashing message: "If you want the noises to stop, click here". She clicked on the message and the screen went blank. She stared in surprise, waiting. 5 seconds. 10 seconds. 30 seconds. Nothing. She sat forward, the robe falling from her shoulders, and it seemed that somehow, as if from a distance, the screen was beginning to lighten. There was an odd sequence of flashes, and then suddenly, the system returned to normal. The email page came up. There were about 10 new messages. 'I'll get to those later' she decided, and shut off the system. 'Now where was I?' she asked herself. She sat back, closed her eyes and once again started the climb to release. She moaned, turned her head to one side, and settled in. It only took moments before her breathing became labored and she began to moan in rhythm with her thrusting fingers. There was a touch on her bare shoulder. Her eyes flew open in surprise, her pussy jerked against her fingers, almost coming in spite of herself. She sat bolt upright as another hand joined the first, and began a firm, yet gentle massage of her shoulders and neck. She froze in fear, she was definitely not alone, yet too terrified to turn and look. A soft low voice came from behind her. A man's voice. It sounded like honey poured over smoke. "It's ok," said the voice "Don't be afraid." All her instincts said to scream and run, but there was something about that voice that told her it was ok, she didn't have to be afraid. Plus, those strong hands caressing her shoulders were turning her into jello. It had been too long since she had felt a man's touch. Her fear gave way to curiousity, and she asked. "How did you get in here?" "You invited me" answered the voice. The hands continued, now moving downward. She asked, in a huskier voice, "How long have you been there?" There was a low, sexy chuckle that told her he had been there just long enough. The hands alternated between massaging and caressing, creating ripples through her body like circles on a pond. She relaxed and gave in to the wash of pleasure. Her body would not allow her to move, to do anything but savor what was happening. The hands cupped her breasts, causing her to groan with pleasure. What she had felt earlier paled in comparison to what was rising in her now. Her body was hungry. She raised her arms behind her, to touch the arms creating the fireworks within her. They felt hard, strong, like a man should feel. She slowly ran her hands up and down them as the mystery hands began to tease and delight her nipples. "Ooohmmmmohhhhhh!", was all she could sigh. His fingers knowingly played her nipples like a finely tuned instrument. She could feel wetness spreading on her thighs and gathering where she sat. Her body shook with desire. She was adrift on an ocean of pleasure. The hands moved to the side, under her arms, and began to lift her from the chair. Her legs trembled and her knees threatened to give out for a second, but he held her until she got her balance. She could tell he was tall, over 6 feet, and powerfully built. He was holding around her waist with one arm while his other hand brushed her hair back from her face, and off her neck. His lips followed, she was glad he was holding her with the other arm. She rested her hands on the desk, her head raised back as the kisses continued down between her shoulder blades, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her robe slid fully off, coming to rest on the arm he was holding her with. She was naked and ablaze with a passion she had never felt until this moment. His kisses moved back up, this time to her ears, adding fuel to what was already an inferno. She pressed back into the length of his body, her hands moving to feel him. He was shirtless, but wearing pants. They felt like jeans. She raised an arm to pull his head closer to her. "I want to kiss you" he whispered. She turned to face him, to see his face for the first time. She looked into a pair of dark eyes. Eyes that seemed to see into her soul, that knew her innermost desires. He pulled her closer, cupped her face with both hands and kissed her. The flames burned even hotter. Time stood still, she was lost in his embrace. The kiss seemed to go on forever. She finally had to stop and catch her breath. She rested her head on his shoulder and wanted this moment to last an eternity, or at least until her knees quit shaking. Small droplets licked her thighs, marking trails of her desire. Her hand drifted down and found the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. A smile came to her lips as she squeezed and felt it expand to fill her whole hand and fingers. She looked up into those eyes again, and he scooped her up in his strong arms. Her robe fell softly to the floor. He kissed her again. She was glad he was holding her, her knees couldn't have taken any more. He broke the kiss, and began rocking her playfully from side to side. She squeaked as he dipped her dangerously low, and then snapped her up. Somehow, he was able to get his thumb into her ribs and jabbed. She erupted in peals of laughter, causing her to squirm. Every time she tried to get away from his perfectly placed thumb, he'd toss her up slightly, taking away any leverage she had. Of course, she'd land back in his arms, right into his tickling clutches, only to start the whole process over. He teased her, letting her think she could get one foot on the floor, but every time she got close, he'd mercilessly renew the assault, and pull her up shrieking and gasping for air. Finally, she got a leg around his waist and was able to pull herself to him. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck and kissed him. She was still having mini giggle fits as he kissed back. He sat, still wrapped in her arms and legs as they shared the moment, looking into each other's eyes, faces inches apart, breaking the gaze only to kiss again. He unwrapped her legs from his waist, and stood. As he did, he took her hand. He looked into her eyes. Though he hadn't said a word, there was no mistaking his question. She gave him her other hand, and he pulled her to her feet. Still clasping her hands, he drew her to him and began to walk backwards, stopping occasionally to place a kiss on her shoulders, her neck, her ears, her lips. As they entered her room, soft music began to play from somewhere, a mixture of slow saxophone and sea sounds. The room was lit with two candles. He bent and again picked her up, but this time he held her differently, like a rare treasure. She put an arm around his neck and snuggled in close. She knew instinctively that something special was going to happen. She closed her eyes and kissed him. She felt him move toward her bed and gently lowered her, never breaking the kiss. He moved along side of her, and she to him, pressing their bodies together. His fingertips brushed along her spine, down the the cleft of her bottom, and up to her neck in slow circles. Her unfulfilled passions raged again to the surface, as his fingers continued their journey along her flesh. His lips replaced his fingertips. She could swear she had a series of mini orgasms, tiny rises and releases. She was like a pot at the boiling point, but just barely spilling over. She had never felt anything like it. She realized he had begun to move downward, bit by bit. He left a trail of wet kisses as he did, sometimes using his tongue. She didn't know or care where the feelings started or ended, she just wished they would go on forever. She shook uncontrollably, panting, and a string of sounds pouring from her she didn't know she could make. He stopped. With an effort, she opened her eyes. He was holding her feet. It seemed she could not look away as he pressed his thumbs into the arches. A whole new wave of sensations enveloped her. An intense relaxation was taking over her body, yet doing little to quiet the storm of desire raging inside her. She was balanced between two worlds, experiencing the best of both. Her breathing, still deep, had returned to near normal. She felt she was in the eye of the storm. The center of calm with all hell breaking loose around it. He dug into a spot just above her heel, she felt her aching wetness relax. She gave a deep sigh and was able to find a deeper tranquility.. She felt she was floating outside her body, yet still in it. She stretched like a big cat and gave an approving sigh, giving herself over to another level of conciousness, somewhere between rapture and meditation. She slowly realized that he was no longer massaging her feet. He had begun to kiss them, the tip of each toe, along the top, down and around her ankle and along the arch, beginning again at the toes. He was alternating between kisses and his tongue, sucking, licking. Chills and heat collided within her. The eye of the storm was passing, she was beginning to tremble again. He was inching his way up her legs. Just as he got above her knees, he turned her onto her stomach. The feel of his lips on the back of her knees brought it all to the surface. She panted as he switched back and forth between them. He inched up the back of her thighs, planting a trail of fire. She pressed her sex into the bed, straining for release. Her fists clawed the sheet as his tongue found the soft curve where her thighs joined her ass. He traced the rise again and again. She grabbed the headboard with both hands, teetering on the edge. Her legs moved apart, he brushed her pussy with a kiss. She started to come, but as her hips bucked, he pulled away. It was a tiny release, but went through her body like a shock. A low guttural sound came from her, almost feral. He had wet two fingers and was tracing her anus. She was surprised, but her hips began to rock with the motion of his fingers. Within a minute, she was panting ragged breaths between grunts. He increased the pressure, now directly on the puckered center. She tried to speed up, but he continued the same steady pace. His other hand cupped her drenched pussy, squeezing in an opposite pattern of what his fingers were doing to her ass. Her hips swung back and forth between caresses. She felt it begin deep inside her, she pressed into his fingers harder. He pressed back, and ground the heel of his hand into her swollen mons. It was too much, there was a moment of nothing, and then an explosion of pleasure. Her body rocked as a long series of spasms tore through her. She heard a long moan, and barely realized it was her own. She gradually floated back to her body and became aware that he was holding her. He planted small, tender kisses about her face. He blew softly on her brow, cooling the sheen that had formed during her exertions. His hand was softly stroking her, playing lightly with her pubic hair. She was still twitching from the force of her orgasm. He sat up. There was a 'No questions' look in his eyes. He took her hands, raising them to the headboard. He told her "If you let go, I'll stop." His mouth descended, capturing hers. She wanted to pull him to her, but remembered what he had said. His kiss sent shivers from her lips to the rest of her body. It served to reignite flames that had not gone out. He moved up and kissed her wrists, the inside of her arms, the crook of her elbow, where he spent considerable time with lips and tongue. Her mind wondered what his mouth would do to her already quivering wetness, but was snapped back as his lips moved to her delicate neck and throat. She could not help but squirm as he nibbled and sucked her neck. She wanted him to continue in one area, yet the rest of her was crying for attention as well. His mouth worked it's magic all around her chest, just brushing her nipple enough to swell to the point of aching. Her back arched as he teased, and teased, and teased some more. As he finally closed on it, she released a breath she didn't realize she was holding. His lips pursed and held it while his tongue danced at the tip. The mini orgasms had started again. It took all her will power not to let go of the headboard and wrap her arms about his head. He started on the other nipple. If the first was fire, this was electric. Her hands became slick on the headboard, and she groaned in delight. It seemed his lips had an instinct just where to touch her next, as they floated on and found her stomach. It was almost too much. Her skin danced and her back arched while he traced her tender stomach with the tip of his tongue, round and round her bellybutton until she thought she was going scream. Like a cat, he suddenly moved between her legs, lifting them with his hands at the back of her knees. He moved her thighs apart, exposing her heated femininty to him. She opened her eyes and found him staring at her with a look of hunger and lust. Then he looked her in the eyes. She realized she might not be the same after what was going to happen next. She knew that somehow, he was wating for her to tell him 'Yes' . "Please" she breathed, "I can't wait any longer." He hugged her legs and then ran his tongue from the inside of her knee to the top of her thigh. Her eyes closed and she held the headboard. He changed direction at the top of her thigh, moving along the pubic line, his tongue tracing patterns of sweet torture wherever it went. It moved down the other thigh, stopping where it had started. And then he did it again. And again. Each time slower, each time coming closer to her soaked love nest, but just moving past it. Almost inaudibly, she begged. "Please." He started just below her bellybutton, moving lower. His mouth touched her softly. He carefully kissed her outer lips, she was too aroused for any abrupt moves. She gave a long low groan and pressed into his kiss. Her entire being was centered around the one part of her body he was finally, blissfully at. His tongue began to caress her up and down, but not touching her aching pearl of pleasure. She was lost in a vortex of rapture, as his tongue parted her lips, moving just inside her. Every muscle in her body tensed as he neared her clit, and then with the tip of his tongue, gave it a series of flicks. Her body jerked with each pass of the slick velvet, coaxing her closer to an edge she would beg to jump from, screaming. He moved between kissing her lips, licking from bottom to top, just grazing her love button. Finally, mercifully his mouth closed on her center of need. He licked and sucked with a combination of finesse and wild abandon. She was rocking the entire bed with her motion. The head board slammed off the wall, putting a beat to her chorus of sounds. He brought her to the edge several times, and then wrapped his arms around her thighs. His mouth centered firmly on her clit. Click Here Dr. Raul Maggio came home from work to an empty house. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence as he worked odd hours being a doctor, or at least, that's what he told his wife, Phoebe. The truth was many of his 'odd hours' were actually him having an affair with Cora Larrabee, the wife of one of his colleagues. The pair had been seeing each other for over two years, and Raul prided himself on their ability to keep the affair from their respective spouses. For Raul, it was something he had successfully done his entire marriage. Cora was just his latest conquest, and in his mind, the most attractive. Raul wandered around their large home quietly, poured himself a drink, and decided to check his e-mail. He sipped the single-malt scotch; the scent prickled his nose as he felt the slight burn on his tongue before swallowing. Locking the door to his office, he started with his work messages, most of which were updates, meeting notes, or other bits of information passed down. Then he looked at his personal e-mail that had messages from family and friends, as well as businesses that sent him advertisements. Once these two accounts were purged, he opened the secret account he and his mistress used to send secret messages. No one but Cora had this e-mail, and the pair used this to set up their rendezvous. There was one new message from Cora, with a hyperlink message and the subject, "Click Here". Because he knew the message was from Cora, he clicked. The screen went black, and soon he saw a large bed in the middle of a room. A beautiful woman with long, dark hair like Cora's, wearing a sexy red bustier, matching thong panties, and thigh high stockings with garters, stepped into the scene with a tall, dark haired man wearing a matching pair of boxers. Both people were wearing masks that obscured the bulk of their faces, but not their mouths. The man was clearly taller than the woman, even though she was wearing high heels. Raul smiled as he loved good amateur porn, and was sure Cora sent him this as a suggestion for their next session. The couple began to kiss passionately, but spoke no words. Raul adjusted the volume on his speakers and could hear them kiss. They kissed and touched each other's arms, gently caressing. Raul sat back in his chair, unfastened his slacks and sat back sipping his drink. He watched the man slide the thin, spaghetti straps of the woman's bustier down her arms and kiss down her neck. His movements seemed to be slow and deliberate. Raul smiled; he loved it when a couple went slowly. The man kissed down the woman's neck, to her shoulders, her upper chest, to the top of the bustier. The sound of his lips touching her flesh echoed though his office. He reached behind her and untied her bustier until it fell to the floor and her breasts sprung free. Raul smiled as the woman had large, full, natural breasts like his wife. He liked natural breasts more than implants because they were more responsive and felt better in his hands. Cora had implants, the one flaw he felt she had. The woman moaned softly as the man kissed down one and began suckling her nipple. "Mmmmmm," moaned the woman. "Yeah, suck those babies," whispered Raul, feeling his cock grow and harden. The woman rubbed the man's back and shoulders, but avoided his hair. The man switched breasts, sucking the other nipple, then stood back up and kissed the woman. She reached down, pushed his boxers off, and his cock sprung free. It was clear he was hard as it stuck straight out. The woman knelt down, licked the shiny, purple, mushroom-capped head, then slid his long, throbbing member into her mouth. The man moaned while she bobbed her head back and forth until she took his entire cock into her mouth. "Oooooh," moaned the man. "Yeah bitch," whispered Raul as he began to stroke his own hard erection. "Take his whole cock." The man stood still while the woman worked, sucking his cock and fucking it with her mouth. Raul could hear the soft slurping as she sucked him, and the moaning from the man on the screen. The woman sucked the man for several minutes, then the man tapped her on the shoulder. She slowly rose and sat on the bed. The man slid her panties off exposing a trimmed pussy with lighter hair. The man knelt down and put his face between the woman's legs. She moaned loudly, spreading her legs wide. The camera angle changed, and now Raul could see the man licking the woman's labia. "Aaahh!!!" she gasped. "Fuck yeah! Eat that slut's pussy!" The masked woman moaned as the man licked, sucked, and fingered her. Raul watched as the man's tongue flicked the woman's clit, his fingers thrust within her pussy, and the sheen of her moisture coated his hands and face. He heard the tone of the woman's moans change, then she screamed and her body shook. Her pussy squirted juices onto the man's face and mask. The man stood up and slammed his cock into the woman. The camera angle changed again and Raul watched the man's long, thick cock penetrate the woman's pussy. Raul stroked his cock harder, matching thrust for thrust. "Fuck her! Fuck her hard!" hissed Raul. The man pounded the woman's pussy for several minutes, then they paused, changed positions, and resumed. Now the woman was bent in half, the man was leaning over her, and the sex became more aggressive. The woman moaned louder with each thrust. The slurpy sound of their fucking could just be heard over their moans. Raul smiled and watched. Another change, the man lay on the bed as the woman mounted him. Their moans were quite loud and with each change came a new camera angle. Though their faces could no longer be seen, their moans and breathing were quite clear. The man smacked the woman's ass as she rode him, and her breasts bounced rather hard. Raul was sure the woman's face would be bruised before they were finished. The man pushed the woman off, and placed her on her hands and knees. The man quickly rose and began fucking her doggie style as he smacked her ass. The camera seemed to be looking down as the man's cock plunged into the woman's pussy. It was then the mystery man finally spoke, "You like being my little bitch?" "Yes," gasped the woman breathlessly. The man smacked her ass and said, "Say it!" "I like being your little bitch!" The man smacked her ass again and Raul stroked his cock harder. "That's it! Smack that ass! Fuck that pussy!" The sounds of their fucking, hard breathing, and moaning echoed from the speakers on the computer. The woman orgasmed again as the man said, "That's right baby! Cum hard on my cock!" The man pounded the woman; the camera seemed to be at a low side angle. Raul could see the man's balls slapping the woman's pussy, her juices dripping off his scrotum, and her breasts swinging with each thrust. The sound of their fucking could just be heard between their moans. Then pulled his cock out and spun the woman around. He fucked her mouth with his cock. With each thrust, he moaned and the woman sucked. "MMM!!! MMMMM!!! MMMMMMMM!!!" moaned the woman. Then he pulled his cock out and began to jack off, cumming on her tits, face, and mask. The woman stuck her tongue out, licking up the sticky cum from her face. As he came, Raul joined them, panting. He grabbed his cell phone and called Cora. After a few rings he heard, "Hello?" "You alone?" he asked. "Yeah." "Fuck baby, that video was great!" "What are you talking about?" "The video you sent me of the couple with the masks. I just soaked my slacks." "I thought you sent me that." "No," said Raul. "Oh fuck! Is that... Kirk?" Raul looked up at the screen and saw the man and woman now looking into the camera. The masks and wigs were gone, and there was his wife Phoebe and Cora's husband Kirk. Phoebe's blonde hair was somewhat matted down from the wig, but her blue eyes sparkled. Kirk's dark blonde hair didn't look quite as flat, and his green eyes glared into the camera. They were still clearly naked, Phoebe's hard nipples were just visible at the bottom of the screen, and they positioned themselves to where they filled the screen. "Hello Raul," said Phoebe. "Hello Cora," said Kirk. "We hope you enjoyed our little show," said Phoebe. "We've know about your affair for some time," said Kirk. "And we decided revenge was more fun than just a divorce." "Plus, I know how much you like watching good amateur porn, Raul," said Phoebe. "So now you're probably wondering what we want," said Kirk. "Yeah I am," mumbled Raul. "And how it seems that you sent this message to each other or how we learned about your secret e-mail accounts," said Phoebe, brushing her blonde hair out of her eyes. Raul's mouth went dry. "Well you two, that's our little secret," said Kirk. "Just know this, we've got proof of your affair," said Phoebe. "And as far as what you just witnessed," said Kirk, "there's no proof it was us." "So you two need to decide how long you want to keep this charade up before we take things to the next level." "You see Cora, you're in clear violation of our pre-nuptial agreement." "And I'm a woman scorned without one, Raul" said Phoebe, smiling. "So, we hoped you enjoyed our little show. The ball is in your court now." The screen went black. Raul was still holding his cell phone in his hand. "Raul?" said Cora's voice. "Yeah?" "Did you see it?" "Yeah." "Well?" "Well what?" snapped Raul. "What are we going to do?" asked Cora. "WE?!? Fuck if I know! If Phoebe files for divorce she'll clean me out." "Only because you were too stupid to have her sign a pre-nup!" Raul clicked on the link in the e-mail but now an error message appeared. "FUCK!" "What?" "The link's no good anymore." He could hear Cora click and type. "What the fuck?" "Look, I'd better go. I have no idea when Phoebe will be home and I need time to think." "Yeah, good idea." They ended their call and Raul finished his drink. He spent several hours searching different websites but couldn't find any evidence of the link or the video he'd just seen. He even checked the history but it had been deleted as well. He went back to take a closer look at the mystery e-mail only to find it too was now gone. When Phoebe didn't return home, he went to bed alone wondering what he was going to do. However, had he looked in the guest bedroom, he would have found Phoebe and Kirk, sitting on the bed topless, and giggling. "Think they'll end it?" asked Kirk. "Maybe," said Phoebe. "Sadly, this isn't Raul's first affair, but it will be his last with me." "I'm glad you called me. I can't believe Cora was such a whore." "I'm sorry I had to break the news to you like I did, but I felt you had a right to know." "It's fine Phoebe. When does Raul find out about the divorce?" "Next week at work. I've got it all set up. He's getting served in front of all his colleagues." "I can't wait. Does he know how fucking scary you are?" "Not yet," said Phoebe as she slipped her bra on. "But then, he's ignored me long enough, and my lawyer is itching to nail his ass to the wall." "And you're sure the link is gone?" "Yup. And the e-mail is gone as well. Though, if either of them had looked they would have realized it was never a link that was on-line. But then again, watching their faces as they watched it was well worth it." "You are a scary woman, Phoebe." "You don't know the half of it." Phoebe pushed the eject button on the computer and a disc slid out. She handed it to Kirk and said, "Here's the evidence I promised of her affair and so much more. Do with it what you will. Just remember, if you need an extra copy it will cost you." "I know," said Kirk as he took the disc, and put his shirt on. "But you're well worth the price, and an amazing lover." Phoebe put her shirt on and shrugged. "I wish Raul had realized that. But then again, he married me because I could deep throat his cock and still look good on his arm. Dumb ass has no idea just how computer savvy I really am." Kirk chuckled, stood up, and put his shirt on. "Look Phoebe. I hope when all this is over we can still be friends. I'm not asking for anything else. You strike me as a woman who would be better to have as a friend than an enemy." Phoebe giggled. "Let me walk you out, Kirk. We'll keep in touch. Trust me. And for the record, you're a pretty amazing lover yourself. I can't imagine what Raul was doing for Cora that you weren't. I guess her loss is my gain, so to speak." Phoebe escorted Kirk out of the house, down to car, and watched him drive away. She went back into the house and returned the guest room. She looked at the file on her computer, the one she had just copied for Kirk. She opened it and saw the pictures and videos of Raul and Cora. Shaking her head, she closed that folder and the master folder with the evidence of all of Raul's affairs, and the hidden accounts and shady business dealings he'd been hiding from her. She knew tomorrow she'd have to face Raul, but tonight, she wanted to be alone. She shut down her computer, turned off the lights, and lay on the bed thinking of Kirk. "How could such a nice man be with a woman like Cora?" she whispered in dark, then chuckled. "Like I've got room to talk." Cora frantically tried to pull the link back up, then searching the different files on the computer. When she heard Kirk enter, she ran up and began to plead her case. She claimed it was Raul who seduced her, and she was just a victim. Kirk listened, but said nothing until she finished. "You have 48 hours to pack your shit and get your gold digging ass out of my house," he said quietly. "You can't throw me out? I've got rights!" "Yeah, you've got the right to remain silent. I'd exercise it if I were you." Kirk started to walk away when Cora screamed, "You fucked Phoebe Maggio." "You sure it was me? You got proof?" Cora's mouth fell open. She knew there was no proof. "I saw the video." "What video? Oh! You mean the one we uploaded from a porn site," said Kirk, as he walked away, then paused and added, "I'm sleeping alone tonight in the master bedroom, Cora. I suggest you think about what you will do tomorrow, especially after my lawyer contacts you." Kirk walked into his bedroom and locked the door. He could hear Cora weep and scream as she banged on his door and begged to be let in so she could explain. Kirk took a hot shower, the warm water ran down his skin until it grew cold, then he dried off and climbed into his bed naked. As he lay alone in his bed, he thought about all the information on the disc from Phoebe, and wondered how she acquired it. He was very grateful she was on his side. Click Here For Language List We now have sections devoted to the specific language categories. Please see the following sites for Non-English stories: Dutch Literotica French Literotica German Literotica Italian Literotica Portuguese Literotica Spanish Literotica Other Languages You can also access these by clicking the country flags at the top of the Main Site Index. Click Here She started to come, but hit an even higher plateau as he sucked harder. Again, she thought she would go over, but couldn't let go. He pulled her still closer, his strong arms now locked around her legs, holding her a willing captive as his tongue lashed her mercilessly. Her need for release had become primal, consuming her. She arched, thrust herself into him, until she could take no more. Her entire body locked, held, and then began to explode. She bucked against his mouth, and he went even faster, prolonging her pleasure beyond anything she'd ever felt. She felt her entire being was flowing from her in a whirlpool of ecstacy. Finally, the storm rolled away. Her breath was returning, along with her sense of self. He started back in, a bit gentler, but still insistent. It only took moments until she was again pressing into his face. Another release was building. He varied his motion and brought her to a slower, softer climax. He gave her a moment, and picked up again. After that, she lost count of how many and for how long. One time, he moved up and kissed her. He removed her hands from the headboard. They had long ago gone numb, and were frozen in place. He moved back between her legs, still holding her hands. His mouth found her again. The sense of intimacy touched a special part of her. She remembered that one. It was slow, delicious and seemed to go on for an eternity. Afterwards, she noticed she'd dug her nails into his hands so hard she'd nearly drawn blood. He never skipped a beat. She looked down once only, to see those dark eyes looking back with delight. That alone sent her over the edge. Another time, he simply lifted her up and down along his tongue, which he was holding rigid. It would pop out and rub hard on her clit. She came twice like that, one after the other. He pushed two wet fingers into her and massaged the roof of her pussy. For a moment, it was uncomfortable, like she had to pee. Then it became something deeper, much deeper. She began to fuck his fingers, while they moved inside her. As she moved, he slowly licked her swollen nub. There was a sensation of build and release, the build becoming stronger each time. Her entire body let go, draining in a long, pulsing orgasm. He seemed to know she needed a break. He moved up and held her, kissing her hair, gently stroking her body while she slowly came down. After a time, she realized he still had his jeans on. She rolled on top of him and gave him a playful kiss.. She tasted herself on him, it was oddly arousing. Just as he started to respond, she slipped down and began rubbing the crotch of his jeans. In no time, she could feel the heat begin to build under her caresses. He was laying back with a dreamy smile on his lips, enjoying the attention in more ways than one. She undid the snap, and then pulled down his zipper. 'Boxers?' she mused 'Briefs?' To her surprise, he wasn't wearing any. He was only semi-erect, but still larger than some she had seen fully aroused. She bent to give a kiss hello. He gave a soft moan as her lips closed around him. Her tongue played around his growing shaft, it swelled between her lips. She sat up, releasing him with a soft pop. Her hands found the waist of his jeans, she tugged on them, giggling. He lifted his rear and she quickly peeled them the rest of the way down his legs. A moment later, they hit the floor with a soft plop. She smiled and moved to him. As they held each other, she moved a hand down and began to slowly stroke and fondle him. Her fingers could not close around it. His breathing deepened. She whispered "Now it's my turn." She began to kiss a path down his body, leaving no doubt where she was going. He was almost fully erect now, and she slid her tongue along his length. Then she opened her lips, his tip slipping between them, and then deeper. She loved the taste of him, the feel of him in her mouth. From the sounds he was making, so did he. She moved more deliberately, taking him in as deeply as she could, and then sliding back until just the tip was touching her lips. She was driving him crazy and she knew it. He murmed something, "Turn around, bring your bottom up here." She felt his hand, gently pulling, and she moved around so her hips were even with his head, never releasing him from the velvet embrace of her lips. He pulled her on top of him, and began to lick her again. They settled in, sharing the pleasure between them. The combination of sucking him and his gentle licking soon had her at the edge of another orgasm. She let it flow over her like liquid waves. His cock grew ever larger in her mouth, this was the longest any man had ever lasted without coming. Which she was about to do again, she gasped and stiffened as yet another round of bliss carried her away. This one made her go limp. He rolled her off of him and moved to kiss her, the taste of each other intertwining. "That was fantastic!" he said. She was puzzled, "But you never came?" He laughed softly "Oh yes I did, a bunch!" "Something happens and I come, but don't ejaculate. It's great! I can stay hard and keep right on going, or coming as it were." He looked her deep in the eyes again, and pulled her up into his lap. He was sitting cross-legged, she could feel the tip of his hardness pressing her outer lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked slowly. A small shudder went through her as her wetness invited him in. Her breasts pushed against his chest as they moved together, another inch of him sliding into her. He began to move his legs up and down, slowly raising and lowering her onto him. As he did, she moved her hips in slow circles. With every downward movement, he lowered her a bit more, she felt like his cock went on forever. It was thick, spreading her a bit more each time it slid deeper inside her. She ached to have it all, and got even wetter. He lowered her yet again, her body was losing control. She grunted as still more of him filled her. He put his arms around her waist and slid still more of himself into her. She began to shake as she buried his entire length into her. He pulled her tight, bringing her clit into contact with the base of his shaft. She could only hold on as the thick shaft moved within her, keeping her just on the edge. She couldn't take any more, she rolled him onto his back, still wrapped on his hardness. She began to fuck him like a woman possessed. His hands found her ass and began squeezing as she rode him, kissing him savagely and riding some more. Her breasts heaved as she rode and she worked his cock, moving up until it almost slid out and then burying it fully inside of her on the downstroke. She grunted with each stroke as she slammed his cock into her. "Fuck me! Fuck Me! FUCK! ME!" Her teeth bared, her lips pulled into a snarl as she fucked herself into oblivion. She didn't know where one orgasm ended and the next one started. Finally, she exhausted herself and collapsed on to his chest. She panted, her body dripped sweat, as did his. "Ohhhh" was all she could say. Before she could regroup, he rolled her onto her back, their legs entwined. She looked up. The look in his eyes told her she wasn't done yet. She was too spent to move, her body still shook with aftershocks and exhaustion. He kissed her again. Her passions roared back to life. He began to move inside her. Slowly. He only moved an inch or so, his now raging hardon still fully within her. If anything, it felt bigger than ever. She was filled with his cock, which tapered out at the base. It was almost too big. It hurt so good. She could only lay back as he continued his deliciously painful slow fucking. Every time he hit bottom, he'd grind his pubic bone into her mound, causing a string of small explosions. He'd do this until she couldn't take any more and then slide back, giving her a small rest until it started all over. To her amazement, after about two minutes, she began to press back into him, arching her back, and twining his legs tighter. He put his head on her shoulder and his arms under hers, his hands coming up to hold her shoulders on the top. This time, as he moved into her, she came, wrapping her arms around his back and holding on as she shook. She could do little else. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her even deeper onto his cock. She gave herself to him like she had never given herself to anyone, thrusting against him again and again, a torrent of words and sounds flowing from some place within her. His thrusts sped up to match hers, and soon that whole wonderful cock was pounding in and out of her. She felt him begin to swell even further, and knew that he was approaching his own orgasm. As his body began to stiffen, she locked her legs and held him in place while she moved herself up and down his shaft, stalling his orgasm, drawing it out. At the same moment, another began to blast through her. He buried himself and let go. Their sounds were a mixed chorus of ecstasy and total release. Some time later, as they drifted back in each other's arms, she felt his juices slipping from her. He was still inside her, growing soft. It seemed they couldn't let go of each other. Just for fun, she began to move her hips against him. She felt his member twitch as if coming back to life, and he pressed against her. She felt a small twitch of her own, a small orgasm surprised her. They lay side by side, kissing and holding until they drifted off to sleep. The alarm blared from the other room, startling her awake. She was sitting at the computer, in her blue silk robe. As her head cleared she realized it had all been a dream. She must have fallen asleep right here. She stood to get the alarm in the other room, and laughed to herself. She walked in, and shut it off. A wisp of smoke rose as one of the two candles burned out.