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Malignant Mesothelioma Treatment (PDQ®)

2008-07-28T23:05:00.001+07:00

General Information Malignant Mesothelioma Treatment (PDQ®)

Prognosis in this disease is difficult to assess consistently because there is great variability in the time before diagnosis and the rate of disease progression. In large retrospective series of pleural mesothelioma patients, important prognostic factors were found to be stage, age, performance status, and histology.[1,2] Various surgical procedures may be possible in selected patients, and they provide long-term survival without cure. For patients treated with aggressive surgical approaches, factors associated with improved long-term survival include epithelial histology, negative lymph nodes, and negative surgical margins.[3,4] For those patients treated with aggressive surgical approaches, nodal status is an important prognostic factor.[3] Median survival has been reported as 16 months for patients with malignant pleural disease and 5 months for patients with extensive disease. In some instances the tumor grows through the diaphragm making the site of origin difficult to assess. Cautious interpretation of treatment results with this disease is imperative because of the selection differences among series. Effusions, both pleural and peritoneal, represent major symptomatic problems for at least 66% of the patients. (Refer to the PDQ summary on Cardiopulmonary Syndromes for more information.) A history of asbestos exposure is reported in about 70% to 80% of all cases of mesothelioma.

References

1. Ruffie P, Feld R, Minkin S, et al.: Diffuse malignant mesothelioma of the pleura in Ontario and Quebec: a retrospective study of 332 patients. J Clin Oncol 7 (8): 1157-68, 1989.

2. Tammilehto L, Maasilta P, Kostiainen S, et al.: Diagnosis and prognostic factors in malignant pleural mesothelioma: a retrospective analysis of sixty-five patients. Respiration 59 (3): 129-35, 1992.

3. Sugarbaker DJ, Strauss GM, Lynch TJ, et al.: Node status has prognostic significance in the multimodality therapy of diffuse, malignant mesothelioma. J Clin Oncol 11 (6): 1172-8, 1993.

4. Sugarbaker D, Harpole D, Healey E, et al.: Multimodality treatment of malignant pleural mesothelioma (MPM): results in 94 consecutive patients. [Abstract] Proceedings of the American Society of Clinical Oncology 14: A-1083, 356, 1995.

5. Chailleux E, Dabouis G, Pioche D, et al.: Prognostic factors in diffuse malignant pleural mesothelioma. A study of 167 patients. Chest 93 (1): 159-62, 1988. [PUBMED Abstract]

6. Adams VI, Unni KK, Muhm JR, et al.: Diffuse malignant mesothelioma of pleura. Diagnosis and survival in 92 cases. Cancer 58 (7): 1540-51, 1986.

Malignant Mesothelioma Treatment Option (PDQ®)

2008-07-28T23:04:00.002+07:00

Treatment Option Overview

Standard treatment for all but localized mesothelioma is generally not curative. Although some patients will experience long-term survival with aggressive treatment approaches, it remains unclear if overall survival has been significantly altered by the different treatment modalities or by combinations of modalities. Extrapleural pneumonectomy in selected patients with early stage disease may improve recurrence-free survival, but its impact on overall survival is unknown.[1] Pleurectomy and decortication can provide palliative relief from symptomatic effusions, discomfort caused by tumor burden, and pain caused by invasive tumor. Operative mortality from pleurectomy/decortication is less than 2%,[2] while mortality from extrapleural pneumonectomy has ranged from 6% to 30%.[1,3] The addition of radiation therapy and/or chemotherapy following surgical intervention has not demonstrated improved survival.[2] The use of radiation therapy in pleural mesothelioma has been shown to alleviate pain in the majority of patients treated; however, the duration of symptom control is short-lived.[4,5] Single-agent and combination chemotherapy have been evaluated in single and combined modality studies. The most studied agent is doxorubicin, which has produced partial responses in approximately 15% to 20% of patients studied.[6] Some combination chemotherapy regimens have been reported to have higher response rates in small phase II trials; however, the toxic effects reported are also higher, and there is no evidence that combination regimens result in longer survival or longer control of symptoms.[6,7]. Recurrent pleural effusions may be treated with pleural sclerosing procedures; however, failure rates are usually secondary to the bulk of the tumor, which precludes pleural adhesion due to the inability of the lung to fully expand.

References

1. Rusch VW, Piantadosi S, Holmes EC: The role of extrapleural pneumonectomy in malignant pleural mesothelioma. A Lung Cancer Study Group trial. J Thorac Cardiovasc Surg 102 (1): 1-9, 1991.

2. Rusch V, Saltz L, Venkatraman E, et al.: A phase II trial of pleurectomy/decortication followed by intrapleural and systemic chemotherapy for malignant pleural mesothelioma. J Clin Oncol 12 (6): 1156-63, 1994.

3. Sugarbaker DJ, Mentzer SJ, DeCamp M, et al.: Extrapleural pneumonectomy in the setting of a multimodality approach to malignant mesothelioma. Chest 103 (4 Suppl): 377S-381S, 1993.

4. Bissett D, Macbeth FR, Cram I: The role of palliative radiotherapy in malignant mesothelioma. Clin Oncol (R Coll Radiol) 3 (6): 315-7, 1991.

5. Ball DL, Cruickshank DG: The treatment of malignant mesothelioma of the pleura: review of a 5-year experience, with special reference to radiotherapy. Am J Clin Oncol 13 (1): 4-9, 1990.

6. Weissmann LB, Antman KH: Incidence, presentation and promising new treatments for malignant mesothelioma. Oncology (Huntingt) 3 (1): 67-72; discussion 73-4, 77, 1989.

7. Ong ST, Vogelzang NJ: Chemotherapy in malignant pleural mesothelioma. A review. J Clin Oncol 14 (3): 1007-17, 1996.

How to Increase Your Adsense Revenue

2008-07-28T08:22:00.002+07:00

How to Increase Your Adsense Revenue

If you're a webmaster, you've probably heard about Google's Adsense. Perhaps you're even earning from it already. This article will show you a method to increase your Adsense revenue dramatically.

Google's Adsense allows webmasters to place links from Google's Adwords advertisers on their webpages by inserting a special code. When a visitor clicked on a link, the webmaster gets a cut of the profit Google made from the advertiser. The unique feature about Adsense is that the links it generates on your webpage are relevant to your page content. Thus, your keywords and topics become very important determinant for the type of links that will appear on your webpage.

There are only two factors that determine how much a webmaster can make from Adsense. The first factor is the number of visitors who click on the links. The more people who clicked on the links, the more you make. Naturally, this means that the more targetted traffic to the website, the more you'll make. This is where most webmasters focus their efforts on.

The second factor is the value of the links they clicked on. Here's where you can make a great difference to your earnings from Adsense and is our focus in this article.

Suppose you have 1000 visitors to your website and you get 2% conversion, that is 20 people clicked on your Adsense links. Let's assume that your Adsense links pay you only 50 cents per click. So you earn $10 dollars.

Now let's see how much this same traffic will make for you if your Adsense links pay you $5 per click. For the same number of clicks, you make $100 dollars. That's a ten-fold increased in revenue!

Well, that makes sense, you said, but how am going to determine what type of links appear on my webpages?

Good questions!

Here's where you'll need to do a little research and here's a tool to help you do just that.

Go over to http://www.pixelfast.com/overture/ and you'll get a tool that shows you how much each keyword is worth. While this tool is for Overture's keywords, we can safely assume that this reflects the keyword values for Googles Adwords as well. Once you've found the keywords with high monetary values, you can optimize your webpages for them. This will increase your chances of having these high value keyword links appearing on your webpages.

Some people have actually made extensive researches on Google's top paying keywords and found that one or two keywords are worth almost $100! However, generally most keywords are valued at between 50 cents and $5 dollars. Some keywords like "internet marketing" may fetch up to $7 dollars and "mortgage" pays up to $10 dollars.

These values may change from time to time but they generally hover around these levels. Naturally, this information is priceless and you'll have to pay to get it. I feel it is worth every cent you paid for it. You can check it out at http://theselfimprovementsite.com/links/top-paying-keywords.html.

And there you have it! A single factor that can radically increase your Adsense revenue!

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Adsense Features

2008-07-28T08:20:00.000+07:00

Adsense Features

The important AdSense features are listed below.

Context Sensitivity

Google ads are based on your website content. The keyword rich content decides your ads.

Google says :

"We go beyond simple keyword matching to understand the context and content of web pages. Based on an algorithm that includes such factors as keyword analysis, word frequency, font size, and the overall link structure of the web, we know what a page is about, and can precisely match Google ads to each page."

Occasionally Google gets it wrong. It places great importance on the file name. So be sure to use important keywords in the file name of each page, such as "contextual-advertising.html" for an article on contextual advertising.

Ad Types

Google adsense allows you to display either textual ads or image ads or both.

Example Adsense Ad Formats

Multiple Ad Units

Google adsense allows upto 3 ad units per webpage. These ad units can be of same kind or different type.

* leaderboard (728x90)
* banner (468x60)
* skyscraper (120x600)
* medium rectangle (300x250)

Multiple Search Units

Google's Search is also available to adsense users in the name of adsense for web search. Google adsense allows 2 search units per web page. Adsense for search can be both as web search and site search.

Relevant Ads Only

Google adsense is backed by google's unique keyword matching algorithm. Thus the ads coming on your site is based on the keywords in your sites content.

Live Statistics

From your adsense control panel you can view the live statistics of the clicks, impressions , CPM ( Earnings per 1000 impressions), CTR ( Click Through Rate ), each day's earnings. These statistics are almost real time now. You will get the data with in seconds.

URL Filter

You can add up to 200 sites to your filter list. The URLs you enter into your filter list can be the actual URL of the website or the URL that is displayed on the ad for that website.

Channels

Channels provide you with a way to view detailed reporting about the performance of your pages. By pasting channel-specific ad code into any combination of pages, you can track a variety of metrics across your sites. Track your leaderboard performance versus the performance of your towers, or compare your motorcycle pages to your automobile pages, by assigning each group of pages to a specific channel and comparing results in your custom channel reports. You can even assign a channel to each of your separate domains, to see where your clicks are coming from.

With up to 50 AdSense channels, plus 50 AdSense for search channels available for each publisher, you can use channels to gain the insight you need to optimize your site's performance. It's easy to add, deactivate, or rename your channels, and customized reports are simple to generate.

Alternate Ads

Alternate ads allow you to utilize your ad space in the event that Google is unable to serve targeted ads to your page. By specifying an image, HTML page, or ad server of your choice, you can make sure that your advertising space is always being used effectively, either by targeted Google ads, or by your own choice of content. You can also select a solid color or collapsing ad unit script as your alternate ad, if you prefer not to display other advertisements or content when targeted Google ads are unavailable. Alternate ads count as page impressions like any other ad. Google does not keep track of clicks on alternate ads and you will not receive revenue for them. Alternate ads, if specified, will be shown when there are no targeted ads available for your page.

Collapsing Ad Unit

Collapsing ad units are an optional advanced feature of alternate ads – the collapsing ad unit code will 'collapse' your ad unit so that it takes up no page space if there are no targeted ads available. This allows you to minimize any blank space that would otherwise occur through the use of alternate colors.You will need to host a small HTML file on your domain. Your alternate ad URL will reference this file, which will be called if there are no ads available for that particular ad unit.

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Are You Horny?

2008-07-28T07:52:00.000+07:00

Are You Horny?
by bcamer ©

"Are you horny?" If not, I have a fantasy to share with you, that hopefully will make you horny, and have a great orgasm at the same time.

Are you ready???

Please put on a tight pair of jeans with black panties, and a nice tight top, braless of course, (like the gray shirt you got for Christmas). Find a comfortable spot, slip on the headphone, pop this tape in, hit play and ENJOY.....

Close your eyes.. Clear you mind... Are you horny?

Do you remember the first time we made love?? It was September 25, 1992. Picture that Friday afternoon in your mind. It was rainy. I arrived before you at our clandestine location, picking up strawberries and Champagne for this special occasion. It was special because for the first time I was going to make love to you. Anticipation had been building for weeks. Teasing, touching, letters, notes... Remember!!!!

Excitement, nervousness, and passion filled the air. Take a deep breath. Can you smell it?? You finally arrive. As I open the door to let you in to our sex chamber, I notice your beauty immediately. Your sexual energy fills the room. Can you feel it??

You are ready to take your man in ways he could not imagine. All the while surprising yourself in the process. As the champagne brings euphoria, so does the smell of sex that now envelopes the room. Can you smell it? Our bodies start to tingle. Be free with your body!! Your lips are inviting. As I slowly, softly start to kiss you, the euphoric feeling brought on by the champagne, intensifies the sexual energy that fills the air. Neither of us can remember discarding our unwanted clothing. Caressing, licking, sucking, fucking.. I can feel my cock start to harden, as I remember how hot and beautiful you looked. Upon reaching our first of many orgasms, our minds could no longer hold what needed to be said. "I LOVE YOU"...

"ARE YOU HORNY YET??"

"What I want to do is to have us masturbate each other. More accurately, I want to get you off using your hands instead of my own. When I say I'm doing something, I want you to do it for me. Like, right now I want to caress your neck, so I need you to rub your neck, caress it for me..." (If the experience will be better for you, you can respond to me using your voice as if I was there) "Your neck feels wonderful to my fingertips. I like stroking them over it, feeling the softness of your skin as I run my hand over it. The touch of your hair on the back of my hand as I look into your eyes, enjoying the passion I see reflected in them. I move my hand down the front of your shirt, lightly, outlining the curves of your breasts, without touching them firmly enough to enjoy their mass. I move my hand down to your belly, and rest it there, massaging for a moment before I move to your hip and caress there. Your body feels so soft, so warm and so alive under me that I want to tear your clothes off. My cock gets stiffer just thinking about it.

"I'm rubbing your belly, your shirt between my hand and your fine skin. I can't wait to see your naked body... I move my hand down to your silky shorts and rub there for a little while, caressing around your hip bones, enjoying the feel of your body beneath the silk. I want to feel that body, so I move my hand back up, under your silky shirt, to your belly. I can feel it quivering under my hand. I rub the skin, back and forth, tracing your navel. I like the way your skin feels to my questing fingers. I move them down to the top of your shorts, working them underneath. "If I stretch far enough, I can feel pubic hairs. My cock throbs at the touch of your pubes. I can't see all the way to your beautiful pussy yet... All I can see of you is a little of your belly, and your silky shorts. The pubic hair feels soft and silky as I caress the top of your mound.

"I can't wait to touch your pussy, but I have to feel your tits first. I move my hands from your pubic hairs up to feel your breasts through the material of your shirt. I like their mass, the way they feel under my hand. I can feel your nipples getting hard as I caress your breasts. It feels marvelous.

I'm stroking my cock, just thinking about it.

I want to see those wondrous mounds of yours. I slowly pull your shirt off.

As soon as it's off, I use both hands to play with your nipples, rubbing each of them between my thumb and forefinger, tugging gently, feeling the way they move as each finger comes into contact with them; caressing them with the palms of my hands. I love your nipples poking into the palms of my hands. MMMMMMmmmmm they feel good. I like stroking and looking at my rock-hard cock as I think about rubbing those marvelous tits of yours.

"Are your nipples hard??

Is your pussy feeling warm??

ARE YOU HORNY YET??

I look back at your breasts, taking my eyes of my cock. They look wonderful to me, round and _very_ hard nipples, poking up from on top. I take my hands and cup your breasts, running my thumbs over your nipples while I knead the soft undersides, running my hand back and forth against the skin of your belly." "Are you moaning?? I can hear your mouth watering with anticipation. "My cock is starting to drip with pre-cum. You look so good, and your moans just make me want you more. I keep one hand on your breasts, moving back and forth between the two, caressing the nipples, stroking the round sides, and enjoying the soft undersides. The other hand moves down your belly, to your silky shorts and starts caressing the top of your mound. I slowly find the top of your clit, running my finger over the top of your shorts. You can't cum just yet..

ARE YOU HORNY YET??

I move my hand to the skin just above your shorts. I trace the outline of the top of your shorts, around the outside, down the inside of your thighs, building the anticipation of the heat and wetness underneath them. I like the heat I feel coming off of them. This all feels so good, I have to stop touching myself, or I'll cum right here! "Does it feel good, having me touch you? Your skin is so soft to my hands that my head is spinning and my cock is drooling. I can't wait to blow my wad - it's going to be awesome.

"I take my hand off of your breast. It's time to take your silky shorts off. I reach down with both hands... Slowly I take them off, and smell them. The smell of your wet pussy races around my brain, and my hard cock is pulsating... "Do you smell good??" "Does you clit want to be touched" "It's going to have to wait a little bit, I want to touch you all over first. I like running my hands up and down the outsides of your thighs, reaching around to cup your ass. I love your tight ass. Just looking at it always makes me want to fuck you. I squeeze it for a moment before I move my hands back to your thighs. As soon as my hands start to move to the inside of your thighs, you spread your legs. Even moving your hips in the direction of my hand so that I'll touch your pussy. I'm not going to do that quite yet.

On the inside of your thigh, I move my hand down to the bottom, and work my way up until I'm tickling the pubic hairs around your hot pussy. "I move my hand to your pussy, cupping it in my hands, and not moving for a minute. After what seems an eternity, I slowly move my left hand to your tits, as my right hand starts its magic on your waiting clit. My fingers move in circles around your swollen member. I stop occasionally to gentle flick it, building anticipation for your orgasm. Each time I flick it, your breathing staggers and your moaning intensifies. I stop circling and flicking to feel the wetness building. "I've got my palm on the top of your pubic mound, above the hood to your clit. My middle finger is resting between pussy lips; a favorite position for it to be, with your pussy lips on either side of it. I start moving my hand up and down, allowing my middle finger to feel the wetness coming from inside you. Each time my hand moves up, it bumps against your clitoris... You are so wet.

Are you horny yet?

Do you want to cum??

"I touch your clit again, making you gasp... It almost makes me come right then and there to hear that kind of passion in your voice.

"Slowly, I start to apply pressure with my middle finger as I move my hand up and down. My left hand is expertly squeezing and pinching your nipples, which now are reaching their height of sensitivity. My right hand begins circling around your hole, slipping it in every so often, before moving back to your clit. I tease you. Circling your clit, stopping short of ecstasy, and moving my middle finger into your wet pussy. Each time I put it into you a little deeper, until my hand almost stops moving. My middle finger moves in and out of your wet pussy, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. "Do you feel it?? It feels so good, feeling your pussy grabbing at my finger, I want so badly to cum... You are so wet, and you're so beautiful. I can hear you gasping with pleasure.

GOD, I want to stroke my cock, but I know that I'm going to cum the moment I touch it - your passion has gotten me so horny, I can't stand it!" "I can tell that you're ready... I move my middle finger out of your wetness and find your clit. The slipperiness of your pussy intensifies the circling on your clit.

Your left hand has found its way to join you right for a moment. It spreads your hairy pussy lips, to give your right hand the perfect motion for orgasm.

I'm starting to stroke my cock, now. I can hear your ragged breathing telling me that you're getting close to orgasm. It feels so good to stroke my cock while I watch you enjoying your body. I love that look on your face. It is so filled with passion...

"Your left hand has found it's way back to your nipples, while your other rubs at your clit both at the same time looks so sexy! I'm drooling about it. My cock is, too. I can feel my own orgasm growing." I can hear you starting to gasp as an orgasm builds within you. It fires my cock all the more. I know you're close. I can hear it in your voice. "Mmmmmmmmm your orgasm is feeling so good building on my fingers.

I'm getting close. I can't hold on any longer. I'm cumming... Cum with me!!! "Ohhh - Ohhh- yes, yes that's good. MMMMM" my cum explodes all over my stomach. I wish I was shooting into you. Did you come yet?" Did You?? Yes you did, Your pussy feels so wet. I love the taste of your wetness. I put my finger back into your wet pussy, and then to mouth, absorbing the nectar you left on my finger... I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did...

"I Love you"

Architect

2008-07-25T23:24:00.000+07:00

Architect
by SharpieInk ©

I hate blind dates. After a rather terrible experience with a guy who spent four straight hours talking about nothing but his pet ferret Daisy, I decided to swear off them forever.

I've also sworn never to get a tattoo, but I'm the proud bearer of a small set of blue wings between my breasts...you see where this leads me.

My best friend Lex (short for Alexandria) called me at work last Wednesday.

"Jen," she bubbled. "I found him. Jackson Brutt. The perfect guy for you!"

After breaking up with my last long-term boyfriend over a year ago, I've tried all types, without much success. I tried to convince Lex that I wasn't really in the mood for a date, but she insisted that I at least meet the guy for drinks. She told me he was expecting me Friday evening at Hewlett's, an upscale but not overly ritzy place close to my office (the nerve of that girl, I swear....). Since the date had already been set up, I figured I'd spend an hour or so with the poor guy (with a name like "Jackson Brutt," I assumed he'd be somewhat of a loser), be charming and cute, and leave before dinner.

That Friday I dressed up more than usual for work. I wasn't trying to impress the guy too much, but I figured I'd give him a little thrill for his money. A peek of cleavage, a bit of leg, that sort of thing. I chose an above-the-knee suede skirt in khaki with a slit up my thigh to five or six inches below my waist. I also wore a tight-fitting deep red button-up blouse with a Mandarin collar - my favorite top because it matches these sexy red leather pumps I found on a business-slash-shopping trip to New York. I decided on a basic black silk demi-bra and V-string to complement my outfit...not that he'd ever see them; I just like the feel of silk against my skin.

I showed up at Hewlett's at 5:30, the time Lex had set with Jackson. Lex had planned so well that she'd even reserved a table for us so we'd find each other immediately. I dug through my purse for the scrap of paper I'd written it on...the circle booth in the back left corner. I looked up. It was empty. Good. Time to get settled in before Jackson arrived. I told the host I had a table under the name Brutt and he led me straight to the corner.

I sat down and ordered a cosmopolitan. I sipped it as I gazed around the restaurant. Suddenly, I felt a hand at my elbow. I whirled around. A man was standing beside me.

"Miss Packard?"

I gave him a once-over. He was tall, maybe 6'2", with dark brown hair and blue eyes. His face was angular, but not pointy. My first impression: striking, and very sexy. Was this him? Lex hadn't told me he was so...attractive.

"Jackson?" I asked.

"Yes, but you can call me Jack. Nice to meet you," he said, releasing my elbow and holding out his hand. I took it and gave it the requisite shake, still incredulous that he was so stunning.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, no, not at all." He slid into the booth at the other end.

Struggling to regain my composure (wow, Lex...he's gorgeous!), I attempted small talk. "I took the liberty of ordering a drink. I hope you don't mind."

He smiled. "Feel free to order anything you like." He signaled to a passing waiter and ordered a Scotch.

"So, Alexandria told me you work for an architectural firm. Are you an architect?"

I nodded. "Yep." I launched into a monologue on how I became what I am, my major projects and my firm. Jack paid polite attention, smiling and nodding appropriately.

"So, Jack, what do you do?"

He took a drink of his Scotch. "I'm in the restaurant business."

"Oh, really? Which restaurant do you work for?"

He looked down almost shyly. "I own a few. You probably haven't heard of most of them - they're located in Seattle and L.A., where most of my family lives. The one I spend the most time in, however, is in Boston. It's called...Hewlett's."

This took a moment to sink in. "Hewlett's? As in...here?"

He laughed. "Yeah, here."

"You own it?" Jack was not at all what I expected. I was prepared for a bespectacled, pale and pudgy web-designer/computer nerd coworker of Lex's. Instead, I got the suave, extremely wealthy owner of one of the best restaurants in Boston.

"Mmm-hmm. It's the only restaurant that I take a personal interest in. The rest I inherited from my father, but Hewlett's is all mine."

Jack and I continued to talk over two more rounds of drinks, dinner (absolutely fantastic pepper-lime chicken and grilled vegetables) and chocolate martinis. The more I learned, the more I was intrigued. Jack spent most of his time in Boston, though he did travel to the west coast once or twice every quarter. He lived in a flat in the city, but also had a house in North Bend, a little town close to Seattle. He met Lex when he had her design the web site for one of his L.A. restaurants - a little Thai place visited regularly by the stars of Hollywood.

What amazed me the most about Jack was that even though he was incredibly rich, he never once seemed to be bragging. This was definitely a man I could enjoy....

As our martinis slowly disappeared, our conversation grew more personal. I told Jack about my ex-boyfriend and my disappointing string of one-night stands. He revealed that he had recently left his girlfriend of two years, one of Seattle's finest, because she demanded that he propose, complete with a 1.2 million dollar engagement ring from Tiffany's. As I took the last sip of my drink, Jack leaned over to me.

"Jen, I don't want to seem too bold, but...well, would you like to come to my place for some coffee or something?"

I silently thanked Lex for her excellent matchmaking abilities.

"I'd love to."

We left without paying the bill (it was, of course, on the house) and Jack hailed a cab. He gave the driver directions to his flat and we relaxed into the leather seat. During the bumpy ride, Jack's fingers brushed mine several times, but I couldn't tell if it was truly from the turbulence or just extremely well-timed.

We pulled up to a 1930's factory building with "Ziegler's Tires" painted in white on the side. Jack saw my quick look of confusion and leaned over. "Don't worry, the inside's a lot better than the outside.

The creaky old elevator carried us up to his flat. It was very open, decorated in dark wood, rich leather and airy fabrics...very classy, even for a rich guy.

Jack headed straight to the kitchen. "How do you take your coffee?" he asked.

"Black," I replied, taking a seat on the enormous leather couch.

Jack returned in a few moments with a pot of coffee and two mugs on a wooden tray. "Do you like jazz?" he inquired, before turning towards his high-end stereo.

"Love it," I replied, tasting my coffee. It was just strong enough to be worth it, but not bitter.

He put in a CD of something I couldn't quite identify. We relaxed on the couch and talked more about our past loves. Suddenly, Jack leapt to his feet.

"Let's dance," he proposed, holding out his hand. I stood, and he pulled me to him, locking his arm around my waist and taking my hand in his. We swayed back and forth to the music, not keeping a strict beat but letting the notes flow over us. As the song stretched on, our bodies pushed closer and closer together, until my head was on his chest and both of his arms were wrapped around me.

When the music ended, I looked up at Jack. Without breaking our eye contact, he bent his head, and our lips met. His mouth was warm and soft, the flavor of coffee still on his tongue. We kissed again, this time with more passion, tongues entwining, seeking, finding pleasures both of us had been missing. As the kiss grew longer, it became more insistent, until we were grinding our lips against each other's, forcing our tongues into each other's mouths.

Jack broke the kiss and stepped back slightly.

"Jen," he said hesitantly. "It's been a while...if we keep going, it's going to have to be fast."

I could barely stop myself from jumping on him. I needed him, needed his hands on my skin, needed him inside of me. I didn't care how. "Fast is good," I replied, and he pulled me hard against him. Jack picked me up off the floor, pulling my skirt up enough that I could wrap my legs around him. He carried me to the couch and stretched me out on the leather, lying on top of me, hands still wrapped around me.

I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his head towards mine for an even deeper kiss, if possible. As we made out, I could feel him growing harder against my stomach. I pointed my toes against the arm of the couch and slid up so that his stiffening cock was nestled between my legs. As I squeezed my thighs together, he moaned.

"Yeah, Jen...god, yeah."

His hands moved to the front of my blouse and began to unfasten it, one agonizing button at a time. I arched my back so he could reach the last few buttons. As soon as he finished, he threw it open and dove into my breasts, kissing and sucking on the exposed flesh, lapping at my tattoo (never say never). His hands snaked back to the clasp of my bra and deftly unsnapped it, freeing even more skin for his attentions.

When he took one nipple into his mouth, I couldn't help myself.

"Mmmm, yeah Jack...just like that...suck my nipple, it feels so good!"

He responded by moving to my other breast, his hand covering the one he had just been sucking. His tongue was so hot. I felt like my nipples were on fire...god, it felt so good. His teeth scraped against my skin, biting while he sucked at my breasts, hard. By now, we were frantically grinding against each other, both craving release.

He sat and pulled me up with him. I immediately leaned forward to untuck his shirt and unbutton his pants. I almost pushed him off the couch in an effort to get him to stand so I could yank his khakis down, freeing what I was sure would be a beautiful cock.

He kicked off his shoes and I pulled down his pants and his boxers, finally revealing what I had been missing. His cock was a little over six inches long, and thick enough that I couldn't encircle it with my finger and thumb. Without hesitation I took it into my mouth until the head hit the back of my throat. I could hear him mumbling something, but all I cared about was sucking him. I bobbed up and down on his cock, kneeling on the couch to get the best angle, kneading his balls with one hand and steadying myself against his hip with the other. He was smooth, sweet, salty...so many sensations wrapped up in this most primal of actions: mouth on cock.

I licked and sucked on his balls as I stroked his shaft, then returned to teasing the head of his cock with my throat as I took him all into my mouth. I felt him tug gently at my hair.

"Jen," he moaned. "Jen, you better stop if you want me to fuck you."

At those words, I stood up and pulled off my skirt and thong. I was dripping wet, and the lips of my pussy were bright pink and slightly swollen.

"Lay back on the couch," he directed. I did, spreading my legs. He sat between them, slowly sliding a finger into my pussy.

His touch was exquisite, but I craved something biger. "More," I whispered. He quickly complied, adding his index finger to his middle digit and gliding them in and out of my wet pussy. I pushed my hips toward him.

"Now," I gasped. "Please, Jack, now!" Before I finished my sentence, he withdrew his fingers and plunged into me, filling me completely with his rigid cock.

"Fuck yeah," I moaned. Jack fucked me hard and fast, my back sliding against the leather as I clutched at him, my fingernails leaving raised, red trails on his skin. I could tell that gliding in and out of my tight little pussy was getting him close, and I pulled my legs up to my shoulders to let him go even deeper. The new position provided delicious friction against my G-spot.

"Mmm...fuck, Jack. God, fuck me hard! God, your cock feels so good!"

I'm not a slut, I promise, but I do like to talk dirty...I can't help it. The words just come out on their own.

Jack licked his fingers and reached down to rub my clit. This sent me over the edge, and we finished together, his cum spilling into me as my pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock. He collapsed on me, exhausted, and began sucking my earlobe.

"God," he whispered. "That was amazing."

"Hell yeah," I replied.

We lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of a really good fuck. Suddenly, Jack smiled devilishly. I realized we were both still semi-clothed - me in heels, he in his shirt - and wondered if he was laughing at our state of disarray.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied innocently. "Just wondering if you were ready for round two...."

Anything For A Lady

2008-07-24T09:01:00.000+07:00

Anything For A Lady
by cinful ©

Daniel could hear the sound of heavy funk playing almost before he reached the balcony. Prince, moaning on and on about some lover or another.

Must be coming from Sami’s balcony. He knew it wouldn’t be on so loud if she’d known he was going to be home, but when she’d run into him yesterday he’d told her he’d be gone all weekend. Now his plans had changed and he was home for the day. He considered asking her to turn it down, then decided he’d just let it be. It didn’t hurt to let loose once in a while. After all, she was a good neighbour, considerate and friendly. They didn’t talk much but he liked to think of her as a friend. She was probably catching a few sunrays on the balcony. He’d seen her out there in her black one-piece bathing-suit sleeping away a hot afternoon more than once.

Quietly, so as not to disturb her – although the music was loud enough that he hardly thought that likely – he stepped out to check the flower-boxes. The impatiens and fuchsia might need watering. The sun felt good, and Daniel glanced over at his neighbour’s balcony. The sight that greeted him stopped him short.

There was Sami, eyes closed, sprawled out on a foam mat and beach towel.

Completely nude.

In sleep one of her plump hands had curled around her left breast. It was a large breast, pale pink compared to the rest of her tanned body. A rosy puckered nipple rested between thumb and forefinger.

Her other hand rested against her large thigh.

Daniel moved as if to go inside but found himself helplessly rooted to the spot.

She was a large woman, maybe 200 pounds, and just an inch or so over 5 feet. He’d always thought her uniquely beautiful. Her face was animated, and her dark eyes were always full of mischief. She dressed to accentuate her well-proportioned figure, and her outfits tended to showcase her gorgeous breasts.

He took another good look at the breast she was holding and caught his breath. Her hand was moving slowly over the crest, palming the nipple. She pressed the whole breast flat as she did this, over and over in even circles, obviously enjoying the softness of her own skin.

Daniel could imagine how velvet and warm it felt, how the nipple might feel - and taste - in his mouth.

Unable to help himself he checked out her other hand. It was crawling up over her inner thigh, brushing dark pubic hair as it traveled up over her round belly and back down. Down…

Daniel had no doubt where that hand was heading, and he knew he should leave.

Sami’s head rolled a little on the mat but her eyes remained closed. Her mouth was slightly parted, and by the rise and fall of those generous breasts he could tell she was breathing faster now.

Was she awake? What if she opened her eyes and saw him?

He was distracted from the thought by the movement of her hand. It opened, plucked at a pink nipple, and pinched the puckered flesh between forefinger and thumb. She rolled it between her fingers, making it lengthen and harden further. The other nipple was puckering in jealous response.

Daniel couldn’t move. His cock was tightening, wanting to lift toward his stomach, asking to be free of clothes. It didn’t care if it got caught. It wanted out. It wanted to watch.

Daniel wanted to watch.

Sami’s legs were shifting, restlessly. He watched as she drew up her knees. She planted her feet firmly on the mat and dropped her thighs open.

From where he stood he had a clear view. Wet lips the colour of fine wine, dark shiny hair, and fingers sliding down to brush the swollen folds. He was almost sure he caught a glimpse of her hard clit as her fingers brushed it in passing. She was going to do this, Daniel realized. Right here on the balcony with him almost between her thighs, watching. She was going to make herself come…

She was close enough that he could smell her arousal mixed with the subtle cocoanut scent of sunscreen. It made his balls twitch, begin to ache.

The music was obviously getting to her. It was so sexual. He’d always suspected her of being a very sexual person. And now he’d never be able to look at her any other way.

He imagined his own hand there, between those large thighs, dipping into that pot of honey. His right hand drifted to the nagging length pressing against the zipper of his shorts.

Might as well, he thought, unzipping. Was she any less likely to scream if he was clothed at this point? He dropped the shorts to the ground and kicked them to one side.

Her fingers were sliding inside her pussy now, the heel of her hand making small circles over the top of her mound. He bet she could feel her hard clit pressing into her palm. Her round hips lifted, her thighs trembled with tension as she lifted up, gyrated. Pressing herself harder into her hand.

Daniel took hold of his cock, gave it a firm squeeze, and imagined it there, where her fingers were. Imagined thrusting into her, filling her where her fingers could only tease.

She was tugging at her nipples hard. Pulling them away from her breast, one then the other. Pinching. Cupping the whole breast then dropping it and returning to the nipples over and over again, while her fingers slid in and out between her thighs in a matching rhythm.

She was not gentle with those lovely big mounds.

Daniel could imagine them in his mouth, biting them. She’d probably like that. His cock gave a leap at the thought. He stroked it once then stopped. He didn’t want to get distracted from what Sami was doing. He wanted to see her face, hear her moan.

He loved the way she was biting her lip, he bet she was close already.

Suddenly she opened her eyes.

He was caught - naked on his balcony, cock in hand, watching her touch herself. The railing between their balconies was open, they’d removed the privacy screen to allow for more light to their apartments, just a few weeks ago, and he knew she could see what he was up to as clearly as he could see her.

He didn’t let go, and he didn’t leave. It was too late to pretend this wasn’t happening. He was very curious as to what she would do now.

Her lip had slipped from between her teeth…and she smiled.

Her breath was definitely rough now, coming fast. She thrust her fingers in and out, her eyes taking a good look at him in the meantime. Daniel loved the way she lingered at his crotch, not afraid to take a good look.

Then she brought her fingers out and ran the middle one up and over her clit, once, twice then slid it down and back inside the wetness of her body. Was she hot? Tight? Daniel was dying now to know what she was feeling with her own finger.

She gave a soft moan and let her index finger join the middle one, sliding in, spreading herself wider for him to see.

She knew he was there, and she wasn’t stopping. He registered the thought surprisingly quickly considering all the blood had left his brain and was pooling in his cock.

Her other hand let go of the nipple it was tormenting, she crooked her finger inviting him over.

Even with a stiff cock he managed to scramble over the railing.

For a moment he stood, almost between her thighs, not sure what to do.

Her hand lifted one large breast up away from her body, toward him. A pagan offering.

Daniel moved to her side, knelt on the mat and ran his hand over the silky skin of her breast, across the hard nipple.

She let out a soft groan. Her hand dropped in his lap.

He took her fingers and wrapped it around his cock.

She didn’t tug or stroke, just held it as her attention returned to the hand buried in her pussy. She slid the fingers out, made a V and ran then down each side of her clit, not touching it directly. She did this over and over, prolonging the sensation. Daniel loved this, the view it gave him was indescribable.

He didn’t know how long he could keep watching without losing his own load.

“Go on…I want to watch you come…”

She shuddered, and gave a nod, biting her lip again. Then slid her fingers back into her pussy.

He pinched her nipple gently.

“Harder,” she told him. “Really hard.”

Anything for a lady…

He kept a steady rhythm on the nipple, pinching, pulling, the way he’d seen her do it, in time to her thrusting fingers.

Her hips were off the mat, rotating, pressing into the palm that barely left her mound.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” he urged. Her fingers tightened around him in response. He gritted his teeth, determined to hold back, to watch her.

She was panting now, her hips gyrating like a belly dancer’s, fingers thrusting in and out.

She pulled her fingers out and clamped her clit between forefinger and thumb giving the distended flesh a tug. Then, just as he thought she was going to come, she slid them back in and continued thrusting. Her pelvis began pumping hard against the hand.

Daniel pinched her nipple as hard as he could.

A moan exploded from her, then took the form of a garbled “Yes, yes, yes…” expelled with each breath.

Daniel knew she was coming now, and how he managed to avoid releasing his own load he had no idea.

With his free hand he peeled her hand of his cock to avoid the possibility that he wouldn’t last another second. He wanted to be there, where her fingers rested, deep inside her, when he lost it.

He watched her face as she came down. Her hips were still moving slowly, although her fingers were still. He could imagine the contractions she was feeling with those fingers. Imagined that she was enjoying them…he planned to enjoy them too…

Then she opened her eyes, looking down at his hard cock.

“Oh good,” she said, with a grin. “You waited.”

He couldn’t help but grin back. He felt like a horny teenager all over again.

“Yes, but for what?” he asked…knowing the answer he hoped for.

She looked him straight in the eye then, not near as shy as he thought she would be…or perhaps just brazening it out, he couldn’t tell.

“Well, unless you have another idea, I would love that inside me…now.”

“Fingers not enough huh?” he teased, as his cock twitched in approval of the idea.

This time she did blush, but he stroked her round belly, and brought his hand over the one she’d not yet freed from her wet pussy. He brought the fingers to his mouth and began to slowly lick her juices from them, keeping his eyes on hers the whole time.

Her pupils dilated in response, her bottom lip quivered as she took a deep breath.

“I have condoms in the bathroom,” she said.

Daniel bent over and kissed her quickly then dashed to the bathroom as fast as his impatient body would let him.

He slipped the condom on while she watched. She hadn’t moved. One arm was resting over her head and the other was back resting on a breast.

He knelt between her spread thighs. They were large, tanned, strong-looking. He imagined them gripping him, holding him deep inside her. He’d never had a woman so substantial before…but he had fantasized about it. A lot.

He wouldn’t have to imagine it any longer.

He watched as she slipped both her hands around the railing behind her head, and lifted her ass of the mat, her body calling his.

No reason to wait.

She was so wet, so open, obviously eager to have him inside.

He inched forward, grasped her knees and pushed them wider apart. He moved so the head of his cock was sliding through her hot folds, brushing her clit, teasing a little.

“Come on,” she encouraged, hips thrusting towards him.

He pulled back, and slid in with no help from either of them. Halfway, then back an inch or so. It felt so good he repeated it a few times, then dropped his hands on either side of her breasts and gave a solid thrust. He held himself buried there a minute.

She moved back a little then pressed forward, taking him in deeper.

“You can do it as hard as you want,” she grinned. “I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

That was all he needed to hear. She was gripping him tight, so hot, and he was so ready, he wasn’t able to go slow anyway…this time.

He began slamming into her.

She gripped the railing, meeting his thrusts, slamming back.

The music was picking up, Prince, screaming about sex, sex, and more sex. The music drove him faster, drove her faster.

“Yes, yes, yes…” she chanted in perfect rhythm to his thrusting…to the music they were making.

He slammed into her again and again. Her breasts were in beautiful fluid motion with the force of the blows. He managed to capture a pink nipple in his mouth, worked it hard with lips and tongue…

“Daniel. Daniel, Daniel…” she was panting now…

Oh god, she was going to come again! He loved it. He tugged the nipple between his teeth, let go, switched to the other one.

She was incredible, meeting him blow for blow, calling his name…

Suddenly the sensation of pussy contracting all around him, her heels hitting the backs of his legs as she brought her knees up in response to her orgasm. Pulling him to the deepest core of her, milking him.

He heard her moaning his name and his body answered, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He dropped the nipple from his mouth, arched his back, and pounded into her with no reserve.

As he released his load he thought he called out her name too…

She seemed to pulse around him forever, thighs clutching his hips, not letting him pull out. Her head was arched back, knuckles white around the railing.

He dropped forward weakly, kissed each nipple and then her mouth.

He felt her hands in his hair, then drifting over his back.

Then she delivered a sharp slap to his ass.

“Next time, “ she said, against his mouth. “I get to be on top.”

He just nodded.

Anything for a lady.

Antiques Made While You Wait

2008-07-22T16:49:00.000+07:00

Antiques Made While You Wait
by Unplugged ©

It was to be a drive in the country. Nothing more. Little did I know what lay ahead along the back roads of Maine. It was a perfect day to take the MG out for a spin. It had sat in the garage all winter long, up on blocks looking so sad, its British Racing Green paint looked so blue as it waited for the warm days and hot nights of summer. At last it was time.

I folded back the top and stowed it under its cover, slid into the driver's seat and started it up. The Weber's sucked in the gas and air and the exhaust rumbled beneath me. Out the drive and cross-town we sprinted. I just knew that Judy would love my toy. She had heard me talk about it all winter. She had kidded me that I was still a teenager at heart, and I had tried to prove it in our lovemaking, fighting against the ravages of my age. I had just turned 44, and I guess the MG was an attempt, along with me determined lovemaking, to hold back the march of time. So far, it seemed to be working.

She bounced down the stairs with that great smile lighting up the street and hoped in the front seat. Her cotton summer dress rode up her leg and she caught me glancing at the smooth white of her thighs. "He dog, you!" she exclaimed, hitting my on my arm. "Watch the road, not me!" I smiled and pulled away from the curb and roared down the street heading.... Out there somewhere. The destination was unimportant. Getting there was the thing.

The road bent this way and that and the MG hugged each corner like a lover hugs in the afterglow of lovemaking. I could tell Judy loved it. She never stopped smiling. Her hair trailed behind her in the wind, wisps of it catching in the corner of her mouth. She looked so incredibly sexy.

I pulled her to me, her head resting on my shoulder, my right hand on the inside of her left knee. Her skin was cool to the touch, soft, and yielding. Her legs fell apart as if she were inviting me to explore more than the roads of the Maine countryside. My fingers traced designs on the inside of her leg. Stars. Mountain ranges. Trees. I began to trace out letters. Writing dirty little messages of my desires on her flesh. She knew what I was doing, but I could tell she could not make out the words. We continued to tease for the better part of an hour as we rose up into the Mountains.

We rounded a hairpin turn at there, tucked in a grove of white pines was an antiques store. The sign out front read, "Antiques Made While You Wait". I pulled in on a whim, and smiled seductively at Judy. She knew what I was thinking and smiled back. We walked up on the porch and were greeted by a very attractive woman, barefoot; hair pulled back, soft eyes that seemed to burn into you.

"Welcome, make yourself at home. If ya see anything ya like, give me a call. I'll come runnin'."

We opened the door, jingling the chimes of the jamb, and walked in. The place was a wonder of lost and forgotten memories. The smell of old leather and barn board intoxicated us as we strolled up and down the labyrinth of alleyways and dead ends created by the piles of antiques.

It was dark in the store, and we were alone. As I passed by Judy, I let me hand brush across the cheeks of her ass. I could feel them tighten under my fingers. A minute later she returned the favor as she reached for a old rusted horseshoe on the table in front of me, her had quickly squeezing my cock on the way by. Her eyes were on fire. I knew this might get interesting.

Eventually we found ourselves at the far reaches of the store, in an alcove cluttered with old quilts and rugs of every color and description on one wall, and ten thousand mason jars filled with buttons and screws and nails and just about anything else anyone could imagine ever putting in mason jars on the other. I wrapped my arms around Judy's waist and pulled her to me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, my hips ground into her hips, our lips found each other and we drifted in an endless kiss.

Our tongues lolled about each others as our hands explored bodies. Pinching, caressing, pulling, squeezing each little sensitive area. I pulled at the hem of her skirt, lifting it to her breasts. My mouth lowered and lips surrounded her nipple. It was hard, erect, sweet. I nibbled as her hand worked frantically at my belt. Suddenly she stumbled backwards against the wall and a mason jar crashed to the floor. We froze, hardly breathing. The jingle of the chimes signaled an end to our lovemaking, and we quickly separated and walked innocently in two different directions. The excitement of the moment started to subside and I again found myself examining other peoples junk.

As I studied the binding of an old English book, wondering what stories it could tell if it could talk, from behind the warm arms of my lover wrapped around me.

"SSShhhhh," she whispered. She quickly slipped an old musty pair of sleeping blindfolds on me. The kind you see in the old silent movies worn by ladies trying to sleep on the train. I decided to play her game and offered no resistance. She turned me around and undid my belt and pulled my pants down around my knees. She leaned me against the tabletop and began rubbing my cock to erection. It didn't take long given that we had just almost made love in the alcove. Soon her hands were replaced by the warm wetness of her mouth. Her lips sucked me in, her tongue dancing along the bottom of my cock, her teeth scraping along its length. I felt it fill her as it brushed against the back of her throat. She held me there, cupping my balls in the palm of her hand, kneading them gently. My cock throbbed as she sucked in and out, letting me fuck her face.

I was in heaven. I let myself go with the flow of her attentiveness. A finger found my ass, and teased it, making tiny circles around it. Her mouth began bobbing up and down on me now like a bucking bronco. I could feel my cum welling up inside me, waiting to explode. Suddenly her finger slipped into my ass. That was the trigger. I could hold out no longer and I came gallons down her throat. Wave after wave of cum poured out of me. Filling her, as she swallowed eagerly.

I slumped against the table and whispered, "That was incredible, lover!" and drifted away for what seemed like hours in the glow of the orgasm. When I came around I removed the blindfold and she was gone. Off exploring through the junk again I suppose.

I made myself presentable, and wove my way back toward the door. I found Judy sitting on the front stairs finishing a bottle of coke, staring off into the mountains with a dreamy look on her face. The other woman was gone, her rocking chair empty. I took Judy's hand and led her to the car, got in and drove away in contented silence. About ten miles down the road I looked at Judy through the foggy eyes of a man you had just climbed to the sexual mountaintop of his life and said, "Lover, that was the most incredible sex I have ever had. You are fantastic! No one can do that like you can."

She looked back at me, her eyes narrowing, a look of puzzlement on her face. "What the hell are you talking about? As soon as I heard the owner come in the store, I left and waited for you on the porch."

I sank back into my seat, threw the car into third gear, and screamed down the mountain road, not saying another word.

Antiques made, while you wait.

I Have

2008-07-18T10:43:00.000+07:00

I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself..

I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have..

I've learned that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time..

I've learned that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that..

I've learned that two people can look at the same thing and see something totally different..

I've learned that we never know how much something worth until we lose it..

I've learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help..

Bleach Opening 5 YUI - Rolling Star

2008-07-16T22:38:00.000+07:00

YUI Rolling Star

mou gaman bakka shiterannai yo
iitai koto wa iwanakucha

kaerimichi yuugure no basutei
ochikonda senaka ni Bye Bye Bye

kimi no Fighting Pose misenakya Oh! Oh!

yume ni made mita you na sekai wa
arasoi mo naku heiwa na nichijou

demo genjitsu wa hibi TORABU tte
tama ni kuyandari shiteru sonna Rolling days

koronjatta tte ii n janai no
son'toki wa waratte ageru

norikonda BASU no oku kara
chiisaku hohoemi ga mieta

kimi wo tayori ni shiteru yo Oh! Oh!

yume ni made mita you na Sweet Love
koibito tachi wa kakurega wo sagasu no

demo genjitsu wa aenai hi ga
tsuzuki nagara mo shinjiteru no Lonely days

tsumazuita tte Way to go!!
Yeah!! Yeah!! dorodarake Rolling star!!

narubeku egao de itai keredo
mamorinuku tame ni wa shikata nai desho?

kitto uso nante sou imi wo motanai no
~ All my loving
sou janakya yatterannai

yume ni made mita you na sekai wa
arasoi mo naku heiwa na nichijou
demo genjitsu wa hibi TORABU tte
tama ni kuyandari shiteru sonna Rolling days

... sou wakatteru tte
tsumazuita tte Way to go!!
Yeah!! Yeah!! dorodarake Rolling star!!

Anticipation

2008-07-16T08:47:00.000+07:00

Anticipation
by Clohi ©

His hands were sliding under the table. I watched them out of the corner of my eye and couldn't wait to see what was next. I took a quick breath as I felt his finger tips on my thigh. Looking around the restaurant, I checked to see if anyone was watching. I lifted my wine glass to my lips and took a sip as his fingers walked up my thigh, skimming my skin. I felt my heartbeat race and my breath stall. He smiled at me over his glass. His lips took a slow drink on his scotch and water as his fingers moved up the top of my stockings.

The waiter came to the table and asked if we needed anything. Our entrees would be out momentarily. I smiled and tried not to moan as his fingers finally touched the apex between my legs. My panties were soaked. His finger slid up and down my pussy, rubbing my panties against me. I wanted to moan but somehow held it in.

I looked up at him and he smiled, licking his lips. As the waiter placed our plates in front of us, his finger slipped under my panties and slid just inside my wet lips. Trying not to arch up off my chair, I focused on my plate. His finger slid up inside me and twisted then pulled out and left me empty. Over and over again, his finger pushed inside me. I was wet, my pussy was tight and I was nearing the edge.

Suddenly, he withdrew his finger.

Stunned, I watched as he slipped the tip of his wet finger into the cream sauce on his plate and then between his lips. I felt my body shiver. I wanted his lips on me, kissing me, sucking me. I wanted his tongue licking me, teasing me. I wanted his cock.

We ate in silence, his eyes never leaving me. I was trying to focus on eating but wasn't doing a very good job. As he finished his dinner, I watched him casually lift an ice cube from his scotch and water. The ice was melting, running down his fingers. His hand slipped under the table. I knew what was coming. I knew as his hand opened my legs. I nearly cried out as the cold burn slid across my pussy lips. His fingers pushed the melting ice cube inside my lips, running it up and down just inside me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to grind my hips and fuck his fingers. Instead, I sipped my drink and ate my dinner.

His finger kept at me, pushing in and out of my pussy. My lips were numb from the cold of the ice. My pussy was dripping, as much from my arousal as from the ice. As I felt my orgasm beginning, he withdrew his finger again. Smiling, he licked his finger and called for the check. I sat there, waiting, not sure if I could stand it. I wanted to cum. I wanted to cry out.

The check was paid and he helped me out of the booth. His hand laid gently on the small of my back. I didn't think my legs could carry me. I knew I had to be dripping, beads of moisture running down my legs. As we walked out into the night, he called for his car. As his town car pulled up, he whispered in my ear, "I'm going to have you in the car. You're going to cum for me."

I shivered. Not from the cool air but from the anticipation. His driver, Kevin, opened the back door and I slid inside. As I slid into the corner, he followed me in, leaning over me. His hand went to my thigh as Kevin closed the door and went around to the driver's seat. As the car moved, he slid my dress up my legs. The cool air made my skin tingle. Smiling, he reminded me of what he had said earlier. He was going to have me.

Sliding to his knees, he knelt in front of me, pushing my legs open. I looked up and watched the back of Kevin's head. Anything that was going to happen in the back seat of this car was not only going to be heard by Kevin but also seen. His were soft and hot as they moved further up under my dress. His fingers toyed with the garters holding my stockings up but he didn't release them. Instead, his fingers traveled up my inner thigh, stroking me slowly. We looked into each other's eyes as his fingers caressed my pussy lips through my panties.

His finger pushed against me, pushing the fabric closer to me. A small moan escaped my lips. His fingers curled around the top of my panties and he slowly pulled them down, telling me to lift myself up off the seat. As he pulled my panties off and tossed them to the floor of the car, I leaned back again. He opened my legs wider, his fingers stroking my thighs slowly, causing such urgency in me. He smiled as he pushed my dress up and saw my naked pussy. His fingers caressed the tip of my slit, moving up and down and in small circles. I moaned again.

With little strokes, his finger pushed inside me. I was so wet, the sound of suction filled the car. He smiled and leaned forward. Opening me wider, his face settled between my legs. His face was rough against my thighs as his lips touched my pussy. I moaned and arched as his tongue forced it's way inside me. With a slowness I thought would kill me, he licked my pussy, teasing me and pushing me. I looked in the mirror and met eyes with Kevin. His smile made me feel wicked and hot. I closed my eyes and moaned again, louder, as his mouth covered my slick pussy and he sucked hard on my lips. Bucking my hips, I felt my orgasm building again. I wanted to cum. I'd wanted it all night. His tongue flicked across my clit and then down inside me, returning to lick my clit and press down again. His lips closed around my hardened clit and his finger slipped inside me as I bucked into his face and moaned our my orgasm. I looked at Kevin in the mirror and smiled, licking my lips. His mouth kept sucking, pulling on me. I kept moaning and pushing against him.

Lifting himself up, he braced one hand on the car door behind me. I watched as his other hand undid his pants, sliding them down. His cock was hard and big. He stroked his cock gently with his hand, sliding his fingers up and down the length of him. I watched and moaned, pushing myself up, letting him know I wanted him. He smiled and laid between my legs. I moaned as the tip of his cock pushed against me. I watched Kevin's face in the mirror as my pussy filled with his cock. He was so big, my pussy was so tight around him.

He grunted and pulled his cock out till the tip was just barely inside me, then he rammed his cock down again, filling me. I moaned and arched up to him. One hand still braced him against the door. His other hand pulled the strap of my dress down and scooped my breast out into the open. He leaned down and as his cock rammed in and out of my pussy, his tongue played with my nipple. Moaning, I felt my pussy tighten around his cock. He thrust harder inside me and I shivered as my orgasm broke.

Stopping, he laid on top of my, his hard cock still encased in my pussy. His hands stroked my breast, squeezing my nipple. I moved and his cock swelled even harder inside me. He lifted himself back up and pulled out of me. His hand went to his wet cock and stroked it again. He told me to roll over. I did, laying across the seat. He pushed my hips up, my ass in the air. Leaning down, I watched over my shoulder as he positioned himself behind me. His cock pushed against my pussy from behind and I moaned as he filled me again.

He wasn't gentle. His hands dug into my hips, his nails marking me. He rammed his cock harder and harder inside me. My breasts swung back and forth. The car rocked as it went over a bump and this pushed his cock harder inside me. He grunted, telling me he was going to make me cum again. I moaned back my answer. His finger slipped down under me and teased my clit as his cock fucked me harder and harder. I moaned again, my pussy clenching around him. This time, his orgasm ripped through him. His fingers dug harder into my skin as he slammed his erupting cock inside my pussy over and over again.

We collapsed, him on top of me. We laid there for a moment then rose and sat in the seat. He pulled his pants back up, righting himself. I slipped my breast back into my dress and then picked up my panties. As the car stopped in front of my apartment, I leaned over and kissed him, telling him I'd see him tomorrow. As Kevin opened the door for me, I slipped out and smiled at him. Before I walked away, I handed my panties to Kevin and then walked to my door. I looked back and Kevin was smiling, watching my ass. I looked through the car window and he smiled back at me. He knew what I was thinking and was promising I could have it. Kevin didn't always have to just watch. And the anticipation started again.

Another Hard Days' Night

2008-07-12T09:29:00.000+07:00

Another Hard Days' Night
by MysteryWhiteGirl ©

"You asshole!"

I felt a cold, watery sting as the ice struck my neck and slithered into the collar of my shirt. I wheeled around, directing my verbosity at the culprit: Danny Bishop, the son of my employer. I thought I had been blessed when I landed a summer job at one of the hottest eateries in town, which happened to be owned and operated locally. For a non-franchise establishment, the Down South Deli sure brought in a lot of people, which usually made every workday fast-paced and tiring. As if that wasn't enough, I constantly had Danny making life hell for me. For some reason, he and I never seemed to really get along.

Actually, thinking on it, the reason is pretty clear: we're as different as night and day. He's a spoiled, private school educated prep who has about thirty friends who all look exactly like him. Never dressing in an article of clothing priced under fifty dollars, he's definitely the type who thinks his shit doesn't stink. His view of society is one of conformity; if you're not like everyone else, that means something is wrong with you. This makes me the embodiment of everything threatening to his "anti-individuality". I'm the eccentric type; I don't dress like a J. Crew model, I don't objectify the opposite sex (when it's not deserved), and my intelligence quotient isn't at or below my shoe size. So, of course, he hates me. Which really doesn't bother me, because at the moment, I'm not too fond of him either.

"What'd I do?" Danny asked with mock innocence.

"Threw ice at me, maybe?"

"What makes you think it was me?"

I rolled my eyes. "Well, the fact that you're holding a bucket of ice might give it away, if my deductive reasoning serves."

"If you're deducting what? Why don't you speak English for a change?" Danny shot scathingly before adding, "Instead of all those weird-people words?"

"So you equate intelligence with weirdness now, huh?" I asked bitingly. "Excuse me for having a decent vocabulary. I'll remember to go monosyllabic whenever I talk to you. How about that?"

"God, you're so weird," he said, rolling his eyes and going back to his task of cleaning off the grill.

"Knock it off, you two," Carol, our manager, chimed in pleasantly. "Danny, you got that grill cleaned yet? I'm telling you two right now, I don't want to be stuck in here till ten o'clock tonight, so get moving on your closing work."

"Dad gave me the keys tonight," Danny announced proudly. "He told me I was locking up."

Carol shrugged. "Take your sweet time, then; but don't think about leaving until everything is done. And done right."

A trail of sweat slithered down my forehead as I hurried to sweep the last of the kitchen. Two of our front people had already clocked out and left. Carol was gearing up to leave; I, on the other hand, had the entire kitchen to mop, but couldn't do so until Danny finished taking the old grease out of the fryers and replaced it with fresh oil. Typical Thursday night closing work, only when I was the one stuck with the job of mopping, Danny liked to take his sweet time with the fryers just to make me have to wait.

"Mmmm, about four more buckets of grease; hope you're not planning on going anywhere tonight," Danny said, his spiteful shit-eating grin spreading across his perfect features.

"At least I have places to go," I muttered aloud.

"Oh, yeah, that weird-people place downtown. I suppose you were going to get up and read one of your little poems," he jeered sardonically. He exaggeratedly cleared his throat and held up a cupped hand as if he were dramatically reciting a line from a Shakespearean drama. "The moon…is full…and the owls…go hoot…and I like to eat fruit…from a big brown boot," he recited haltingly from whatever miniscule part of his already tiny brain that computed rhymes.

"Wow…how deep," I said in a sarcastic monotone. "They'd love you. That is, if they even recited poetry there."

"My friend Mike told me what that place is like…what's it called, the Living Room? He told me about all the weird freak-o people down there. You must fit right in," Danny said condescendingly.

"At least I know that it's one place I can go without having to see your sorry, pathetic, conformist little face. Now if you'd like to hurry the fuck up with that grease, I'd like to start mopping so I can leave," I spat bitterly.

"Woo, she's getting mad," he said patronizingly. "Better not make her mad. She might do something weird to me."

"Fuck you," I said simply, going back to my sweeping.

Thinking back, perhaps that planted ideas in his head.

"You can mop now," Danny said about thirty minutes later, having just finished taking out the last bucket of grease. Carol had been gone for some time, leaving the whole place to the two of us, to my consternation. I hopped down from my perch on the counter and grabbed the mop handle, pulling it out of the soapy water. I placed it in the yellow plastic wringer, leaned my weight onto the handle to squeeze out the excess water, and flung the mop head onto the linoleum with a flat 'splotch'. I wove the mop across the floor quickly; once one starts mopping, it barely takes any time to have done the entire floor. I became determined to make quick work of it; I was definitely ready to leave.

I heard a tiny splat behind me as I carried on mopping the rest of the floor. I turned around to see Danny holding a plastic squeeze bottle of ketchup. A few small dots of ketchup were on a freshly mopped section of the floor.

"I'm not in the mood to fuck with you tonight," I said, quickly lowering the mop onto the spot spattered with ketchup, wiping it up.

"Too bad," he said. "I'm feeling playful." With that, he squeezed the ketchup bottle again. Being completely full, it didn't take much for the ketchup to erupt through the nozzle and land in another small puddle on the floor.

"Dammit, Danny, stop it. I mean it," I said threateningly. I was nearly fed up with his bullshit. A few more pushes and I felt I'd erupt just like the small shower of ketchup had.

"And what if I don't?" Danny asked, giving the bottle another squeeze, sending more ketchup onto my newly mopped floor.

I let the mop handle drop from my hand. I crossed the space between us in two strides, being careful not slip. "I'll fucking hurt you, is what," I growled, inches away from his face. My eyes were boring holes into his. If looks could kill…

"You can't do shit to me," Danny said indignantly, putting the ketchup down.

"Oh, I can't?" With that, I shoved him into the prep counter.

He quickly regained his balance. "I could knock the shit out of you," he said in a low, murderous voice.

"Do it," I challenged, getting right in his face again. "Come on; I dare you. Hit me."

"You're a girl," he said simply, as if that explained everything.

"Who cares? That shouldn't stop you. Let's end this right now. You and me," I said. I was really fed up. I was about his size, and I knew I could hold my own.

"You and me, huh?" Danny said slyly. Without warning, he shoved me, so hard that I landed against the cutting table, which was basically just a huge marble cutting board on legs. He came toward me; instinctively, I reached out and slapped him savagely across the face.

This didn't stop him; I was against the table, and he had bridged that distance in no time. He grabbed both my arms firmly. I struggled a bit, trying to get my arms free. I thought he was going to kick me or knee me in the gut.

He didn't.

The cutting table was a tad lower than level with my waist. With one more shove, I lost my balance so that I was sitting on the cutting table. He pushed himself against me, forcing his body between my legs so that I couldn't kick him. As he held my arms, to my ungodly surprise, he pulled me forward and grabbed my lips with his own.

I was outraged and reared back, breaking the forced kiss almost as soon as it had begun. In response, he pushed me backwards even further, using my arms to force me upon my back. As he did this, he crawled onto the cutting table, directly above me, so that now I was beneath him, my arms pinned above my head. He re-attempted the kiss. This time, there was nothing I could do.

His kiss was hard, angry, and soon he had pushed his tongue past my lips, ravaging my mouth with it. I could have then bitten his tongue, but for some strange reason, I didn't. Wild horses wouldn't have dragged out of me the fact that I was getting somewhat turned on.

Danny is about 6' tall, light brown eyes, dark brown hair, tanned, with a flat stomach and muscular arms. He isn't a hulk of a guy but he is strong and cut nicely. If I were ever to break down and give him credit for anything, it would be the fact that he is quite easy on the eyes. The stubborn side of me would have said to fight back ardently, and accuse him of rape later to really fix his clock and assure that he never touched or spoke to me again. I guess this revealed two sides of me: the stubborn side and the horny side. The horny side wanted to give in, let him do to me what he wanted, and at least get something out of him besides just insults and rude comments. After all, if his intent had been to rape me, it would spoil his fun if I suddenly warmed to him. After all, you can't rape the willing.

I could imagine his surprise when he felt my tongue mingle with his, felt my body arch up and press into his own. For a moment, I thought he was going to pull away and interject some scathing remark; instead, he simply released my arms and began to push my shirt up. I rose a little to help him take it off of me. While I was at it, I let him unhook my bra. He grabbed both sides and eased it over my arms, tossing it aside.

Leaned over me, he gently explored my breasts, caressing them with a feather light touch so that, soon, they were as hard as pencil erasers. I felt a shiver go down my spine as he tugged at the left one with his teeth; a line between pleasure and a faint tinge of pain was crossed several times in the space of a second. He gently flicked at both nipples alternately with his tongue. I could feel my pussy beginning to grow damp, and I shuddered as the most of the warmth in my body migrated toward my clitoris. It throbbed with an aching frequency and begged for the slightest touch to send it over the edge.

He eased himself off the cutting table, taking those wonderful, soft, warm lips from my nipples. He planted random kisses down my solar plexus, farther downward across my abdomen, even pausing at my sides. He kissed my navel, and slid his tongue teasingly down my pelvis. Not breaking that rhythmic kissing for even the slightest moment, he quickly unbuttoned my khaki work shorts and tugged down the zipper, hooking his hands into the waistband and quickly pulling them down, over my thighs until they were lying on the floor next to my forgotten T-shirt and bra.

He resumed his progress down my body, leaving my panties on as he kissed further down my pelvis and onto the very peak of my mound. At first, he kissed the fabric over my pussy, which was already growing a little wet from my natural lubrication. He pressed his open mouth into my clothed pussy, and let out a throaty groan. The vibrations sent a wonderful pulse through me, and I moaned softly. I could feel his tongue pressing gently up and down the seam between my vulva, stretching the fabric of my white cotton panties as his tongue tried desperately to push inward. Finally, he pulled the crotch of my panties aside, exposing my wet pussy lips. He licked at the slit earnestly, teasing it a bit by not quite reaching that ultra sensitive core. Nonetheless, I was aroused such that I writhed slightly, mostly from anticipation.

Finally, he tugged at the waistband of my panties, pulling them down to free their hot, throbbing prisoner. He had barely gotten them from my ankles when he began a full assault, spreading the lips and letting the flexed point of his tongue tickle my clit. I felt my pussy walls contract deliciously and moaned loudly, barely able to keep my hips from bucking. He darted his tongue in and out of my vagina while alternately traveling upward a bit to pay homage to that sensitive nub just above it. Danny was incredible at this, and I let him know audibly. His occasional moans of approval that he would release into my pussy nearly sent me over the edge more than once.

He knew I was close to coming, and in response he began to lap at my clit faster. In addition, he put his index and middle fingers into my pussy, fucking me with them as he continued to worry my clit with that extraordinary tongue. In no time, I felt that warm rush of release spread through me, calling his name as I orgasmed.

Completely naked now, I stood up carefully, as my legs were a little shaky. I whipped his shirt off, threw his distressed baseball cap to the side, so that now he was standing in nothing but his jeans, the waistband of his boxers visible as well. He lifted me back onto the cutting table, so that I sat again, and kissed me; I could taste my juices on his tongue and figured he must have enjoyed the feast. As we kissed, I helped unbuckle his leather belt and hurriedly unbuttoned his jeans. He kicked his Birkenstocks off his feet as his loose fitting jeans sank to the floor of their own volition. He stepped out of each leg effortlessly, not pausing our hungry, messy kiss for a moment. He was in nothing but his boxers by now, and I didn't even hesitate to reach for my prize.

He had grown hard and fully erect while eating my pussy; his erection was already snaking through the gaping hole down the front of his boxers. I grabbed it gently, letting my palm slide over the smooth, hot, taut shaft. I could feel his groan of appreciation as we continued to kiss. I eased my hand down the shaft and back up again, flicking my thumb over his head and down the very center of his slit, which was wet with pre-come. Our lips parted as he winced with a concentrated shiver of pleasure as I stroked that sensitive area. His hand traced up my thigh and back to my pussy, seeming to want to return the same favor I was doing him. His warm, dry fingers against my clit were maddening; I ground my pussy against his hand, still fondling his cock with my own. Flushed with a fever of arousal, I let my hand fall from his erect penis and hurriedly struggled to get his boxers off. He ceased rubbing my pussy to accommodate this; he pushed them down and kicked them aside so that now, both of us were completely naked together.

He grabbed my hips and pulled my pelvis toward him, so that I could feel his cock against my belly. "What do you want?" Danny whispered hoarsely.

"I…I…" I stammered incoherently, caught off-guard by the question.

"Say it," he demanded more urgently.

"I…want you to…" I hesitated still.

He began to stroke my pussy again. He was going to play a little game with me, I could see. So far, he was winning.

"Come on, what is it? What do you want?" Danny asked again, fueling my lust with those lovely, dexterous fingers.

"I…God…I want you to…" I breathed heavily, the words forced out by spasms of near-orgasmic pleasure.

"Yes?" Danny teased, giving my clit one final, hard stroke that sent me over the edge.

"Unnnggghh…I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!!" I blurted out uncontrollably.

"That's more like it," he murmured slyly.

He pressed the head of that lovely cock slightly into the folds of my pussy, rubbing it a little on the hole and up towards my clit. I pushed my pelvis against it, leaning in ecstasy back on my arms. "Fuck me," I demanded softly, my eyes shut tight with pleasure.

At that, he eased his cock into my pussy. His strokes started out slow at first, my pussy being tight from a couple of months' celibacy. He towered over me as I reclined on the cold marble table, his hands on my hips, pulling me deeper onto his cock. Soon, he built up some speed. I occasionally squeezed the walls of my pussy tight, and the sudden moan of pleasure he emitted was proof that he had indeed felt it. The heat of his cock as it glided in and slid out was exquisite, and his fullness was sending me to the brink, and fast. He fucked me deliberately, pulling all the way out until the head almost reemerged from my pussy and driving it deliciously back into my warm, wet depths. We built a rhythm, and soon we were fucking like the most familiar of lovers, groaning and writhing against each other. It was good, but I wasn't satisfied yet; I wanted to do it all now, as if this was not only the first but also the last time we would fuck. I wanted it to be, in a sense, complete.

I stopped him, gasping and panting, and eased down from the table. He looked confused for a moment until I leaned over the marble with one knee hoisted up onto the cold, smooth surface. From behind, my pussy lips were displayed prominently beneath my ass, wet and inviting him back in. Without a moment's hesitation, he put his hands on my hips and again pulled me onto his cock, this time from behind. He stood behind me, using my hips as leverage, and fucked me savagely.

With each thrust, his dick slammed into that taut, sensitive area of my vagina, and I found myself screaming out, clutching the table desperately. I laid my fever-flushed face against the cool marble, crying out in the bonds of unbelievable ecstasy. I squeezed the walls of my pussy tight with each withdrawal, his loud, guttural groans of approval telling me to keep it up. My screams got louder and hoarser as he sent me hurtling into my first orgasm, a burst of white light exploding in my head as the wet walls of my pussy contracted around his hot cock. He was now fucking me so hard that I could hear the loud slap of his thighs pounding my ass. I regained a little of my energy as he continued drilling my pussy, and again stopped him, prolonging his orgasm. I could tell he was more than ready to come…but I didn't want it now, not just yet.

"Get on the table," I demanded, feeling like a nurse in a doctor's office. "Lay on your back." He obeyed perfectly, lifting himself upon the table and reclining back on his arms, much as I had done before. When he was settled, I climbed on top of him, my thighs on either side of his hips. He lay all the way back, using his hands to caress my outer thighs as I slid my pussy back onto that painfully hard cock. He closed his eyes, head lain against the cold marble, as I began to fuck him.

I lifted myself onto and off of his cock in a perfect rhythm, making it slow but excruciatingly tight around his dick. I could see his winces of pleasure, which turned me on even more, making me squeeze him that much harder. I bore into him, using as much pressure and tightness from my pussy as I could to torture him to the brink of an orgasm. His hands ran up my sides, down my hips and over my thighs as I rode him like a prize stallion. It was now he that was nearly screaming in the throes of pure delight as I ground my tight cunt up and over the sensitive head of his cock and eased back over the shaft. I had been supporting my weight on my arms above him, hovering over him so that we could kiss.

To make the pressure deeper, I rose up, straightening my back and lengthening my body over his so that we were perpendicular to each other. He now had sight of my entire body, and coursed his gentle hands up my abdomen to fondle my breasts, which jumped and swayed as I rocked myself up and down on Danny's cock. I was going faster now, feeling the onset of another orgasm, that tight, full feeling beginning in the depths of the stomach. I could tell Danny was close, from the noise he was making and the look of agonizing ecstasy on his face. He slid his hands down to my hips again, where he gripped me and began to thrust upward, desperate to come now. I counteracted his thrusting with my own, and our bodies slammed and slapped together like the arms of a seal. I fucked him wildly, squeezing him as hard as I could, so hard that it almost hurt but was unbelievably wonderful at the same time.

With a final deep, loud cry of pleasure, he shot his load deep into my pussy; I could feel the hot come bathing the walls of my contracting pussy as I came again, more forcefully and intensely. It drained me so that I couldn't hold myself up, and nearly fell into Danny, barely able to use my arms to support my weight. I loved the feeling of his cock in my cunt so much that we stayed joined with each other for a good ten minutes after we both came. We were silent in the afterglow of our fucking, and when we finally rose, our legs were shaky and unstable, like those of newborn colts.

We both dressed in silence and finished our work. From that day on, nothing else happened between us. I never really expected it to. I wasn't so naïve as to think it was from some deep-rooted feeling for me that Danny wanted to fuck me. It was sex, raw and unadulterated sex, and nothing more. I had loved every minute of it, as I know he did. Nothing really changed between us, other than the fact that he was a whole world nicer to me than before. There was no awkwardness or tense silence—just the satisfaction of a memory of a great time.

After the summer ended, so did my stay at the Down South Deli. Every once in awhile, during the college school year, I'd visit home and occasionally drop in for a bite to eat. I would always see Danny, and there always stood that same look in his eye when we saw each other. Maybe it was short lived, only one night of absolute euphoria, but it was the best sex I'd ever had.

Another Dateless Saturday Night

2008-07-11T20:34:00.001+07:00

Another Dateless Saturday Night
by Rescue325 ©

It was another boring dateless Saturday night, so I called you to see if you wanted to come over for take out and a movie. You said you'd bring the food and the beer if I'd go grab the movie. You worked too hard to have time to meet a woman and I gave up men after a disastrous relationship. We were perfectly matched to be best friends. We ate dinner as you showed me the progress on your latest project for work on your laptop then we settled on the couch to watch TV.

When you got to Skinamax, you stopped flipping channels long enough to watch some cheesy faked sex. I give you a look and tell you I could do better than the bimbo on the screen. You laugh and tell me that maybe you'll give me a chance to prove it later. I laugh at you because there's never been anything but good friendship between us and you knew I hated men with a passion except the man who invented Duracell batteries.

Finally you decided to turn on the DVD and watch a movie. After a while I got tired and cuddled up with you. You put your arm around me and we get comfortable. I make you watch a really sappy chick flick and suddenly you turn my face towards you and you kiss me sweetly. I wasn't expecting it, but suddenly I realized I liked it a lot and kissed you back. Suddenly I'm making out on my couch with my best friend.

We kissed for what seemed forever until you started playing with my breasts and undressing me. You were fumbling with the buttons on my shirt so I helped you gain access. I slipped out of my bra and you threw it across the room. I laughed at you while you played with my nipples with your thumb. I moaned as they started getting hard, so you started sucking on them one at a time.

After all the times you told me how to get a guy in bed when I was dating other people, I finally figured out that it wasn't what you wanted me to do to other guys, it's what you wanted me to do to you. I put my hand in your lap and discovered you were happy to see me. I started to stroke you and you don't stop me so I start undoing your jeans as you keep sucking on my breasts and licking my tummy.

I take you out and I think magnificent. I was amazed at its size since you always played it down when I asked you about it. I stroke you gently and you respond well. I lick the tip and you let out a little moan. I still can't believe we're doing this as your hand slides down my PJ bottoms. I start going down on you and you let out a louder moan as you find my clit.

"Wow! You're shaved? I never knew." You said to me and I laughed.

"Not to your liking?" I ask.

"No. Not at all. I like it a lot. Was not what I was expecting at all."

I smile at you and start licking your balls. I take one in my mouth and massage it with my tongue and you love it. I suck you off like a bitch in heat as you get me off with your magic fingers. As I cum in your hand, I can't help but suck you hard. You feel like you're ready to cum and I work harder to make it happen but you make me stop. You get up and take your jeans off. You're adorable standing there in your boxers. You come over to the couch and pick me up. I scream and laugh at the same time. You head for my bedroom and I do not protest one bit.

You lay me on the bed and start sliding my flannel PJ bottoms off of me. You lick the tops of my thighs as you do this and I can't help but go nuts. There's no doubt in my mind that I want you to make love to me. You spread my legs apart and then slip out of your boxers. You get on your knees at the side of the bed and slide me across the bed so that my ass is even with the side of the bed. You start blowing on my clit and I beg you to eat me. One lick and I was yours for the taking. You lick me into ecstasy and I cum in your mouth this time. As I release, you lick me harder and my whole body shakes with pleasure. I beg you to take me and you laugh at me.

"I've wanted you to be at my mercy for a long time baby."

"I want you so bad. Please fuck me."

You rub my clit with your rock hard cock and feel myself getting wetter. You tease me with it then finally you slide in my soaking wet pussy and you have to put some effort into it because I'm not used to someone as wide as you. You get a rhythm on and the way you fill me is driving me insane. I scream your name and beg you to go faster and harder.

You take it slow and steady and I feel another orgasm building up. You finally pick up the pace and we both explode together. I feel you release violently within me as my orgasm milks you dry. You go limp and fall down on top of me, totally breathless.

"Oh my God that was worth all the waiting for you." You say. I smile and nod my head as you kiss me again. We fall asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, I wake you up with a cup of coffee and a kiss. As you sip your coffee, I point to the bulge in the sheets and say, "It would sure be a shame to waste that."

You smile, take a big sip of coffee, put the cup down on the nightstand and grab me by the wrists, and pull me into the bed. I laugh and tell you to stop but I really don't want you to. I wonder where our relationship is going to go from here, but I'm not worried because it can't get much better than this. Suddenly I realize that I no longer hate men and let you do what ever you want to me.

Anniversary

2008-07-11T09:31:00.001+07:00

Anniversary
by Suesse ©

Some days bring back memories more than others. Every anniversary is like a flashback in time for me; where everything I ever felt for you is magnified and brought so close that it feels like only yesterday...

This is a true story, of course. It is MY story, for if there was only one story I could share with others, it would be this one. This story speaks of true love even though I will not tell you the very beginning and only a little of the end. It is a story about life, most of all; as glorious, fascinating, sick, and tragic as life can be. And it is about sex - the best sex I ever had.

I had just had my 21st birthday and a great big party to which you and your friends were invited. You, however, were the only one to show up from your clique, without a car, and so you were stuck with me at the end of the party, around 2 am. That unlucky coincidence turned out to be very lucky for both of us.

I think we were both surprised by how we talked, rather than slept, the whole night through, never growing tired of listening to one another. I still had a room under my parents' roof, and I had brought in a mattress for you to put next to my bed. After all, we were only friends who had known each other for about one year.

Where I come from, (and you may guess what country I am talking about), train systems are quite elaborate and you can get around quite nicely, and quickly, unless it is the middle of the night. However, our conversations had us both so hooked, that you did not leave until late afternoon the next day.

It wasn't until October 31st nine years ago, that I was introduced to Halloween (another clue), Calvin and Hobbes, Nintendo, and Doritos by you, and if it wasn't for you, I probably would have never moved to NY - but that is beside the point. The point is that until now, some eight years later, I have never had better sex with anybody but you, and that means something!

Maybe it is true that women have more intense orgasms with someone they love, even though back then I did not know it was true love I felt for you. Maybe it is true that intimacy brings on feelings which were never before felt... Who knows!? All I know is that we were friends most of all, and the physical attraction was a mere bonus point.

We couldn't get enough of each other. On the weekends, you usually came to see me in my dormitory, and the ridiculously small bed only added to our excitement. We would spend as much time as possible in bed, only getting up to shower together, cook and eat together, and talk.

Our bodies were there for each other to explore. I gave up on my reservations about you eating my pussy after it became so obvious that there just wasn't anything you liked to do more (quite contrary to someone else I had been with before). I found out exactly how many times I could get you to the point of cumming in my mouth only to retreat and bring you back to the point of no return a few minutes later without torturing you out of your mind.

We were both satisfied with our relationship, and yet there was something that was on your mind. You would ask me repeatedly if there was something else I would like you to do during sex, and since I never responded in a way that was satisfactory to you, you took matters into your own hands after a month.

You came to see me on the weekend as usual. I picked you up from the train station and after some grocery shopping we took the subway home to the dormitory. In my room, you opened your bag and pulled out some soft ropes, telling me with a smile that those would be for later. And then you did not say a word about it anymore until after dinner.

Even when we were back in my room and lying down on the bed together, you did not mention the ropes. Soon we were kissing and touching each other. I loved to take the initiative, and so I soon kissed down your neck, pulling the t-shirt up and over your arms and head. I couldn't get enough of the feel and taste of your skin under me.

I loved your hands. Big but gentle, they moved across my back as I kissed every inch of your chest, and then wove their fingers into my hair when the tip of my tongue dipped into your belly button before I straddled your thighs and sat up. My eyes never leaving yours, I crossed my arms in front of my chest, got a hold of my shirt, and pulled it up slowly, revealing my belly and tits. I suppressed a chuckle as I pulled the shirt over my head and let if fall down on the floor. You so obviously loved what you saw.

Coming back up for a deep kiss before returning to your pants and what was inside of it, I purposefully let my hard nipples slide across your chest on the way up your body, and you groaned before I closed your mouth with my lips. A minute later, I sat back on your thighs, looking into your eyes when I opened your button-fly and bent down.

My tongue travelled along your skin right above your briefs before it went a little lower to trace the outline of your hard cock through the thin cotton. Involuntarily, your hips moved upwards towards the warmth of my mouth, and your cock jerked upwards as well. You moaned as I sat back up to remove your pants. I smiled. You were so impatient.

Pants and briefs off, I had an unobstructed view of your glorious cock. It was the thickest cock I have ever felt, and even now, nine years later, just thinking about it excites me. I loved the smoothness, the texture, and especially the taste! So I did what I always did when we were together: I bent down to tease you without mercy! I let my tongue leave a moist trail from the base of your cock to the tip before I blew across it with my hot breath, making you shudder with anticipation.

I planted hot kissed across your cock, slowly of course, listening to your moans, before I circled the thick head with my tongue. After making your cock all nice and moist with my tongue, I would finally take your cock between my lips and descend slowly all the way the base. That always got the loudest moan out of you!

I loved it when you sat up on your elbows to watch your cock disappear into my mouth. It never took long to get you to the brink with my mouth and hands, but unfortunately for you, I knew exactly when I had to stop if I did not want you to come just yet. I had worked on that timing to perfection. And I loved every little bit of it. When I sensed you were near the edge, I let go of your cock completely and focused on your heavy balls instead. Tantalizingly, I took one into my mouth and sucked on them gently, enough to make you squirm underneath me while the veins on your cock pulsed with excitement and frustration.

And then I started all over again; five, six times, until you were beside yourself with frustration and begged me to make you cum. And if you were lucky, I did! You surprised yourself by how vocal you could become when I teased you like that. You actually cried out loudly when I finally went all the way and made you cum all over my face and tits.

Now it was me who had forgotten about the ropes on the table next to my bed. I laid next to you, closing my eyes, feeling your heartbeat return to normal, when you sat up. 'Where are you going?' I inquired, but I did not receive an answer. Instead, I opened my eyes and saw you holding the ropes in your hands. Without a word but a big smile on your face, you tied the rope around my wrists and bound me to the bed. You did the same with my ankles.

Your smile was reassuring. And then you touched me. Your fingertips felt like soft kisses on my skin. Your mouth joined your fingers in caressing my body and I was slowly overwhelmed by your touches. It was a new experience for me to feel your hands and mouth without being able to speed up or slow down the pace. I had to give in to your rhythm, your pace, and that was an excitement I had not felt before.

You took your time exploring my tits. Your tongue teased my by circling the nipples without ever touching them. Before long, I moaned just as you had ten minutes before. My moans meant to encourage you to speed up, to make me cum. Yet, your tempo stayed the same, making me plead with you to please touch my pussy. You only laughed, telling me to slow down, there was so much time.

My body did not want to hear any of it. I needed relief right there and then, and when his hands finally touched my pussy, I nearly jumped out of my skin. All my nerve endings seemed to have moved right to the surface, and every single one of his touches seemed to stimulate me at the very core of my being. I was on fire!

Your fingers on my pussy circled my clit without quite touching it. I felt like I would explode any minute. Then, when your fingers circled the entrance of my cunt and suddenly dipped inside, I came instantaneously, surprising even myself. Good, I thought, some of the pressure is gone. But I was wrong. I still felt on edge just like before, like a bow that could not go any further.

When you moved between my legs and licked my glistening pussy with your tongue, I held my breath. Even though I did not know what was going to happen, I knew it would be more I had ever felt before. Lifting my head, I strained against the ropes, adding even more pressure to what I felt already. I could see your tongue touching my clit. I could see you looking up at me as you started to suck my engorged clit into your mouth. There was a rush of unknown origin, something strong and uncontrollable moving up my thighs and then exploding in my pussy. Later you said my body had left the mattress for an instant when I came so forceful, I almost blacked out. My orgasm went on forever and ever as you continued to stroke my clit with your tongue until I begged you to stop.

That night was the first time I ever had an orgasm that intense, an orgasm that swept me away. I have had others like that years later, with other men, and of course, with myself. But it is not the same; not the same stimulation, not the same intimacy, not the same feelings.

I haven't felt you in eight years. But I haven't forgotten. And every anniversary brings back these and many more memories of you: how you, being 25 years old back then, gave me the best orgasm ever. You, the American I picked out of the crowd so many years ago. You, the man I married. You, the man I truly love. It's your anniversary again: You died eight years ago!

Angie: Not So Innocent...Ch. 3

2008-07-08T13:25:00.000+07:00

Angie: Not So Innocent...Ch. 3
by NiteWriter ©

Angie: Not So Innocent Afterall Ch. 3

This is intended for adults 21 and over only. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of a sexual nature, please, don't read this or download it. If this is illegal wherever you are reading this stop now.

The Angie series written in 1996 is my first attempt at erotic writing.

* * * * *

Angie and I have been seeing each other for a couple of weeks now. Every evening we get together to enjoy each other's bodies to the fullest. I can't explain how much pleasure this young lady has given me. At work she is the shy, pleasant mannered, business-like lady in everything she does. Angie's like the quiet little girl next door. But when she gets to the bedroom, a complete transformation takes place. This angel of a girl turns in a wanton, sex crazed animal. Sex with her starts out being a playful tease, but once she gets started, you would think Angie is the filthiest slut alive.

This coming weekend I have to make a business trip out of town. It will be only for two days, leaving tomorrow afternoon, and returning Saturday night. Angie wanted to go along for the 5 hour car ride and since the business portion would only take me a few hours Saturday morning, I would have quite a bit of free time to spend with her. I made all the arrangements for a motel room and planned to leave after lunch tomorrow.

The next day we left about noon, having packed the few clothes we needed the night before. Angie dressed in a beautiful, flowery, sun dress which hung about 8" above her knees showing off her shapely, tanned legs and cut with a large V in front exposing her 36" cleavage. It was a beautiful summer day about 80 degrees with the sun shining. We drove with the windows open, traveling mostly on the interstate highway. Angie was some sight riding next to me with her hair blowing across her face in the wind and her dress occasionally drifting up her thighs giving a quick glimpse of her upper thighs.

After two hours of driving, I happened to notice that more and more as truckers went by, they would slow down. They obviously were trying to get a peek at the cute piece of ass riding next to me. I told Angie what was going on as the trucks passed. She seemed to get excited at the attention her body was causing. The next trucker that passed did what I expected by slowing down and staying even with us for awhile. Angie looked at me and said, "Watch this." She pulled her dress all the way up to her waist. The trucker almost ran us off the road trying to see the free show. Wanting to join in the fun, I placed my hand on her knee and slid it up her thigh right to her crotch and started playing with her pussy through her panties. I don't know how this guy stayed on the road. There was a rest stop coming up where I figured we better stop for awhile. Angie planned to give this a trucker a treat before we exited. As we approached the off ramp, Angie pulled her panties off and held them up for him to see, as we disappeared off the highway. What a tremendous tease.

I parked in a secluded spot. We both had to release the sexual tension built up inside us from the exhibition Angie put on. As soon as I parked, I buried my hand back into Angie's pussy, probing her cunt with my fingers. Angie leaned over, unbuckled and unzipped me and lowered her mouth over my now hard cock. We were only at it a minute when I felt her legs tighten around my hand. Trying to utter sounds of her pleasure with my cock still in her mouth, I knew she was cumming. Feeling her intense orgasm started my cock throbbing, filling her mouth with my hot cum. She gulped it down, then cleaned off my cock as I pulled my fingers out of her pussy to taste her juices. Satisfied for now, we were on our way again anticipating some heavier lovemaking tonight at the motel.

First on the agenda after we checked in, was to have some dinner. We both showered after the long drive and had a nice relaxing dinner at the motel restaurant. Our entire conversation as we ate, was the events of our trip and how turned on it made both of us. In fact we were down right horny. We finished our dinner deciding to skip dessert because all the talk was making us anxious to get back to our motel room bed.

We returned to the room, took all the covers off the bed and we began to undress each other. There wasn't much for me to do. When I unbuttoned Angie's dress and let fall to the floor, she had nothing on underneath. I kissed her deeply while first caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples. Then I stroked my fingers over her cunt until she was breathing very heavy. She unbuttoned my shirt and removed my pants pausing for awhile to tease my bulging cock inside my underwear. Finally she slipped my shorts off, kneeled in front of me and guided my shaft into her mouth. She pumped my cock with her mouth using her hand to guide it in and out until I was rock hard.

"Lay down on the bed," she commanded.

I laid down with Angie crawling right up next to me to continued her cocksucking. Her mouth felt incredible sliding over my cock with her tongue licking the underside as it entered. While she attended to my shaft, I had my hand working her moist cunt. Our session was really getting heated up with both of us breathing very heavy. My cock was feeling so good that I wanted even more.

"Angie," I said. "Take me all the way in."

"I don't know if I can." she replied. " I'm afraid I'll gag."

"Just relax and take it slow, okay." I answered.

She positioned herself between my legs on her knees and continued working my cock in and out of her mouth. Each time I could feel the head hit the back of her throat. After a few seconds she positioned my cockhead right at the entrance of her throat and kept it there for awhile. She withdrew and pushed it back there again, holding it. I felt her trying to relax her throat muscles. The next time while pausing at her throat entrance, she gave a quick push forcing the head to slip into her throat passage. Quickly, she pulled out. With a smile on her face she said,

"I didn't gag. I didn't think I could."

I told her. " Just stay relaxed and you can get it all in."

She was actually excited realizing she was able to swallow my cock. Again, Angie took my cock, gave a little push and I was in again. She backed off to assure her confidence, then returned my shaft to her mouth. This time my cock slid into her throat with less resistance. I could feel it sliding down her throat disappearing through her lips. She didn't let up this time. Deeper and deeper my cock was penetrating her throat until her chin was resting on my balls. Angie pulled out, but quickly deep throated me again. She was getting the hang of it now and looked like she was enjoying having her throat stuffed. Over and over she swallowed my cock. As she became confident with her new ability, each time I hit bottom she kept it lodged there in the depths of her mouth and throat for a few seconds.

I had to push her off when I thought I might cum. I wasn't ready to blow my load yet. Angie sure was a fast learner. Only a little while earlier she hesitated at trying to do her first deep throat. Now, she was swallowing me like a pro. After catching her breath, she went back to work this time licking my balls. Gently, she licked my nut sack while pumping my cock with her hand. Angie sucked one of balls into her mouth, tongued it for awhile, then let it slip out. She moved on to the other one sucking it in the same way. She traveled underneath my sack to give my entire crotch a thorough cleaning. Then, I nearly came in her face when I felt her tongue sliding down to find my asshole. Kneeling back up she teased me.

"Do you want me to lick your asshole?"

She didn't wait for an answer. Angie pushed my legs up, spread my cheeks apart and dove right in. I never had a rimming before. What a tremendous feeling. I could never imagine such a beautiful, young creature such as Angie, wanting to perform an anal licking. But, she sure seemed to enjoy what she was doing. She put her face between my ass cheeks and started her tongue licking over and over on my asshole. A couple times she even tried to force her hot tongue inside.

"This is really turning me on," she said with her face still buried in my ass. Angie knelt up after completing her anal tongue massage, climbed on top of me and squatted onto my cock penetrating her cunt fully. She fucked my cock like a wild bitch, driving herself to an orgasm. I felt her cunt juices flow down my cock as she pulled off. I was surprised at the control I had in not cumming during Angie's fucking and sucking. She was about to take care of that.

"I'm gonna make your cum now," she said. " And I want you to talk dirty to me while I suck you off. Tell me what you think of the nasty slutty things I do with you."

Angie sucked off her juices from my cock, then swallowed my prick with ease. She worked my cock in and out of her throat barely coming up for air at all. Now she went down on me keeping it lodged in the tightness of her throat and pumping up and down ever so slightly in a fucking motion. She was driving me nuts. I was so turned on I had no problem talking to her like my own personal whore.

"That's it baby." I moaned. " Shove my cock down your throat.... Fuck me with your face you beautiful little slut.... Don't stop.... That's it, Don't stop you fuckin' whore...."

"Swallow my cock. Yess,... yess... down your throat, bitch.

"Deeper...deeper...All the way down."

"That's it... That's it...Suck my cock down your throat you hot cum eatin' cunt."

My loving little slut of a girl was fucking my cock with her throat and she was getting more excited by my dirty talk. She backed off gasping for air trying to explain what she wanted from me next.

"I love your cock in my throat. Tell me when your ready to cum.."

"I want you to cum right into my throat."

She immediately sucked me down again and started her throat fucking. I grabbed her head to help move her up and down my shaft. She came up for air and sunk back down on my ready to explode cock. There was no holding back this time. Her deep throating was just too much bear. I grabbed Angie by the back of her head yelling out, " I'm cumming." Then I pulled her toward me burying my cock as deep as I could into her throat. I could feel her teeth pressing on my crotch. I think Angie deliberately tightened her throat muscles around my cock, just to make my orgasm that much more intense. My hot cock started throbbing in her throat.

I exploded with four strong spurts right down her throat before she backed off. I continued with another few streams, the first into her open mouth and two more hitting her on either cheek splattering all over her beautiful face. My orgasm now was easing, cum only dribbling out of me, but Angie still managed to catch it on her tongue and slurp it down. She licked her lips and licked off my cock as I scraped the cum off her face with my finger and fed it to her until she had eaten every bit of my hot sperm.

Both of us were totally drained. We laid back embraced in each others arms knowing the satisfaction we had given each other. In a moment sleep would be upon us, but no dream could match what took place tonight.

Angie: Not So Innocent...Ch. 2

2008-07-07T08:47:00.001+07:00

Angie: Not So Innocent...Ch. 2
by NiteWriter ©

Angie: Not So Innocent Afterall Ch. 2

This is intended for adults 21 and over only. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of a sexual nature, please, don't read this or download it. If this is illegal wherever you are reading this stop now.

The Angie series written in 1996 is my first attempt at erotic writing.

* * * * *

The next day I spent thinking about Angie and the great sex we had the night before. Every time I saw her throughout the day I remembered the touch of her soft skin as I had caressed her legs, thighs and well-proportioned rear end. I pictured her beautiful 36" breasts melting in my mouth when I sucked on her nipples, making them hard. I must have relived the moment a hundred times when Angie sucked every ounce of cream out of me. What an incredible night we had.

We were both looking forward to this evening for another session of sexual play to satisfy our appetites all over again. It seemed like the day would never end and every time Angie and I made eye contact while we worked, we knew what the other was thinking. Unfortunately, Angie finished work an hour before me, which only made my anticipation that much more unbearable. But, I managed to struggle through the last hour with the constant thought of what tonight's lovemaking would bring.

After work I couldn't wait to get to Angie's apartment. I knocked on the door and when it opened, there she was standing in her half-opened robe that was just draped over her shoulders. I could see underneath that she only had on a skimpy pair of lacey panties. Obviously, she was anxious to get right at it too. She certainly was one hot looking young lady with an incredible sexual appetite. We went to her bedroom where I undressed in a hurry while Angie laid on the bed watching me while slipping off her tiny panties down those gorgeous slender legs. Angie stroked her fingers up the inside of her thighs spreading her legs wide for me to see her juicy pussy.

"I've been horny all day thinking about you." she said, stroking her fingers across her cunt lips. "I need your cock inside me."

" Don't worry " I said. "You'll get my cock. But, right now I have something else in mind."

With that I crawled onto the bed between her legs to get a taste of her lucious body. She was already wet and dripping. I didn't want to make her orgasm too quickly, so I gently used my tongue to play with her clit for awhile. She was completely relaxed and enjoying the tongue bath I was giving her. I worked my way from her lovespot across her inner thighs and back, leaving no spot untouched. Spreading her cunt lips open with my fingers, I sunk my tongue inside her delicious pussy. I shoved my tongue in and out of her spread open hole, sucking out as much of Angie's love nectar as I could. As I lapped up her juices and tongued her hot spot she gently placed her hands on my head to guide my licking up and down her hot slit.

"Get on your knees so I can do you from behind." I commanded.

She obeyed without question. With her head in the pillow and her ass in the air I began tonguing her cunt again. This time I worked a little harder. I kept sticking my tongue in and out of her fuckhole. Angie was really starting to squirm from the tongue fucking I was giving her. Slowly I started licking my way up her ass. When I reached her asshole Angie went wild. I kept flicking my tongue across her puckered little asshole with a fluttering movement. Every so often I would slip my tongue down to her dripping cunt and lick up through her ass crack and over her asshole, driving her absolutely crazy.

Since she was enjoying this so much, I wanted to see how much she could take without cumming, so I spread her ass and buried my face between her cheeks with my mouth and tongue licking and sucking on her puckered little anal hole. Angie was squirming out of control, which made it a bit difficult to maintain my attack on her asshole. I grabbed her by the hips to keep her steady and forced her rear end back to my mouth. Now I could maintain my licking and sucking on her incredibly beautiful butt. I put the tip of my tongue right on the center of her tight little hole and pulled back on her hips trying to force my tongue inside. For the next few minutes I continued reaming out her asshole with my tongue while Angie continually moaned and cried out with a deep lust.

"Oh Fuck, Fuck, that feels so good. Don't stop!"

"Please, don't stop. Fuck my asshole with your tongue."

"Oh! Baby. It feels so good on my asshole. Don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping my anal probing. I gave her one more long lick up her ass, then started probing her bottom hole with my finger. I gently played with the tight puckered opening of her asshole. I slipped my finger down into her pussy, then smeared the cunt juices up her crack lubricating her asshole. Slowly I started wiggling my finger in. She was so relaxed my finger slid in easily. The inside of her ass was red hot with the built up passion she contained. With my finger all the way in, I twisted and wiggled it inside her hot shit hole. Angie let out a sigh and I knew she liked the sensation of having her anal hole penetrated and probed. I tried forcing a second finger up her ass and it slid in easier than I expected. Angie was going nuts with pleasure as I worked two fingers in and out of her rectum. I was amazed how easily my fingers were able to probe her ass. She was really getting into the anal fingering. I think I could have inserted a third finger, but then in a voice that was almost like begging, she pleaded,

"Fuck me in the ass, baby. I want your cock in my asshole. Shove that big, hard cock all the way up my ass."

I was only too happy to oblige, but almost couldn't believe what I was hearing. Angie, the quiet innocent little girl I worked with, was a sex starved female with an incredible desire to do or try anything. Satisfying her lust could take forever and I was going to enjoy every second of it.

I put the head of my cock at the entrance to her puckered hole and pushed. The head of my cock disappeared into her virgin asshole and I could feel her sphincter tighten around me. I waited for a moment to let Angie get used to the bigger entry into her butt hole. When she started to relax, I slowly pushed my cock inch by inch into her ass. To help hurry the process, Angie started pushing her ass back forcing my cock deeper and deeper into her ass. In less than a minute I had my entire cock inside her backdoor. I slowly worked back and forth through her tight anal ring as it hugged my rock hard prick. With each in and out stroke I could feel Angie relaxing her ass as she began to enjoy the anal fucking.

"Fuck my ass harder," she ordered. "Fuck me up my ass."

I picked up the pace and started pumping her butt. Faster and faster I drove my cock in and out of her rear end. Angie was in a frenzy of pleasure, totally consumed by the ass fucking she was getting. I withdrew my cock almost out and then slammed it back up her hole. Over and over I buttfucked Angie's tight anal opening. For a moment, I slowed down to pull out all the way. Her asshole was gaping wide open staring at me as if begging to be filled again. I plowed back in as far as I could, my balls slapping against her ass cheeks. Again and again I pulled out and drilled it back into her ass to the hilt.

"Cum in me, Cum in me," Angie screamed. " Fill my asshole with your hot sperm. I want to feel your hot cock fill my ass."

Angie's hot, slut-like orders was more than I could stand. I knew she must be on the verge of an orgasm herself and I was ready to explode. I plunged deep into her asshole again, setting off her orgasm. As Angie came, her asshole tightened, gripping my cock like a vise as wads of my cum emptied into her bottom.

Angie cried out almost in a whimper as her orgasm took control

"I can feel your hot cum. Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck my asshole. Fill my ass with your hot cum."

My cock continued filling her rectum with my hot jism, her sphincter still tight around my cock milking every drop of cum from me. When the last drop of spunk emptied into her ass I pulled out to let Angie relax, since she had been on her knees for quite some time now. As Angie leaned back to straighten up, I could see my white sticky cum oozing out of her asshole onto the bed. She reached around to touch her puckered hole that was now red from the anal pounding. Angie worked a finger in and out a few times and smeared the remainder of my cock cream on her ass.

Angie looked at me, " Your cock felt so good sliding in and out of my ass."

"I never dreamed that a cock in my asshole could feel so good."

"I loved it"

Angie turned around. As we kissed our tongues met in each other's mouths. Our hands were all over each other, savoring the touch of our hot sweaty bodies.

Angie: Not So Innocent...Ch. 1

2008-07-06T09:15:00.001+07:00

Angie: Not So Innocent...Ch. 1
by NiteWriter ©

Angie: Not So Innocent Afterall Ch. 1

This is intended for adults 21 and over only. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of a sexual nature, please, don't read this or download it. If this is illegal wherever you are reading this stop now.

The Angie series written in 1996 is my first attempt at erotic writing.

* * * * *

I first met Angie three years ago when she first began working with my company. She was just 18 then and I hadn't really taken much notice of her. During the past three years she has developed into the most attractive thing I ever laid eyes on. This past year all I can do is fantasize about her. She's 5'7", about 115 lbs., blue eyes, brown shoulder length hair with a figure of 36-24-36. Every time Angie would pass by me I couldn't help watching her beautiful body. Over the years we only spoke in idle conversation on occasion. She was a quiet, easygoing innocent young lady. I could only dream about what it would be like to have one night with such a nice girl.

About a month ago, it was a rather nasty day with rain on and off throughout the afternoon. When my workday was finally over, as I walked to my car I noticed Angie attempting to change the flat tire on her car. It was raining rather steady now. So I offered to give her a hand changing the tire. I had the tire changed in 15 minutes, but by then we were both pretty well soaked. As I closed the trunk of her car she thanked me for the help.

"I really appreciate you stopping to help. I probably would have been here all day by myself. It looks like we're both pretty wet, why don't we go to my place and dry off? I only live a short distance away."

I agreed and followed her, which turned out to be only a mile away. Once we reached her apartment Angie thank me again for the assistance. Then her next remarks told me that my dream was about to come true.

"I really feel like I owe you for helping me and it wouldn't be right if I didn't repay you. I don't know if you feel the same as I do, but I've always been attracted to you, but didn't have the nerve to say anything. I can't even believe I'm going to say this. Since we have to wait for our clothes to dry, anyway, how would you like to spend the next couple hours in bed with me? That is if you want to?"

My heart was pounding like crazy. I answered by unbuttoning my shirt and started to strip down. Angie pulled off her top and slid off her slacks. I couldn't believe how fast this was happening. She stood there in just her bra and panties. What a sight she was. We went into the living room where Angie slowly removed her bra and then her panties, while I stripped down to nothing. She sat down on the sofa, spread her legs and began rubbing her clit. I knelt down between her legs, leaned forward and gently kissed her as she continued to massage her love spot. Angie responded with a long passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. By the time our lips broke free, my cock was at full attention.

I could see Angie was getting pretty hot, so I removed her hand from her cunt and replaced it with my tongue. After only a few minutes of licking her wet pussy, up and down, I knew it wouldn't take much more to make her cum. I figured I better back off for awhile so I could enjoy this beautiful creature a while longer. I pulled away from her hot cunt and sat back on the sofa.

"I want you to suck me", I managed to say.

Without hesitation, she grabbed my cock and began sliding it through those gorgeous lips. At first she just took the head of my hard cock in, but after a couple minutes Angie was going deeper and deeper. I could feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat. Angie knew I was getting close to cumming, but she wasn't quite finished with me yet.

"You have to fuck me," she said. " I want your hard cock inside me."

She laid down on the floor with her legs spread wide open. I put the head of my cock at the entrance of her cunt. She was so wet my entire 8" inches slid all the way up her love tunnel, which made Angie let out a deep moan of pleasure. I started pumping her pussy in and out with long, slow strokes. Angie's moaning almost make me shoot my load right then. Her cunt was so hot and tight, I truly must me in heaven. Angie began moaning louder.

"Don't stop, Don't stop," she cried. "Fuck me, Fuck me harder."

I knew she was about to cum. She wrapped her legs around my waist forcing my cock deep inside her. I could feel her cunt tighten around my hard rod as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her whole body shook over and over until the final wave of pleasure finally subsided. I had all I could do to keep from filling her love pit with my juices. Finally, Angie managed to utter a few words, still trembling from the orgasm that rocked her body.

"I want you to cum in my mouth. I have to taste you."

"Please! Give me your cum."

The words alone almost made me fill her cunt with my load. But I quickly pulled out, straddled her chest and shoved my cock back into her mouth. Angie quickly began sucking my hard cock, licking off her own juices. It was only seconds and my rod began shooting into Angie's mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum shot from my cock into her mouth and on her face. Her lips were milking me dry. When I finally finished unloading into Angie's mouth, I could see her tongue covered with my white spunk, which she quickly swallowed. She licked her lips, then cleaned the rest of the jism left on my cock with her tongue and swallowed that too.

We laid there for awhile enjoying the pleasure we just gave each other. I don't know if our clothes were dry, I only remembered Angie's last words before I left.

"That was so good, can we get together again. I've never felt like this before."

by mayi ©
We all have dreamed about the moment in time when it happens, when you think life has set your course and then something changes it. I was not expecting it to happen to me at this time, with this person, but as we kissed the whole world for me changed. I have heard, but I never knew that what I was feeling was possible, that someone could make such a different is such a short period of time. And what a difference he made how he set me on fire, sent me to...... well I'll let you read it and find out what I am talking about.

"Your turn", as I hear you say those words my thoughts are lost. I can feel you breath on my ear and your hands on my shoulders. All I can do is look into your eyes. My senses are alive with anticipation. The desire I have for you, I see reflected in your eyes and I feel in your touch. You look at me with a smile that tells me you want to pleasure me in a way I have never known. You take my hand and ask me to follow you. You turning the shower off and lead me to the hot tub.

As we enter the room, you lean over to me and whisper in my ear, 'Let me take that suit off, let me see what I have been wanting so long to see, to hold, to love.' You slide the straps off my shoulders caressing my skin, sending electricity through my shoulders. You slowly move your hands to the front and gently pull the suit off my breasts. I hear you moan as they are exposed, 'Oh god, they are beautiful'. I feel you body tense, I know you are holding back wanting to take your time, but wanting to feel them in your hands, in your mouth. You slip the suit to my waist freeing my arms. You cannot stop yourself any longer as you see my nipples rising under your gaze; you reach up and flick the tip. ' OH YES', it is almost a scream as I say it. But you stop, 'Not yet, I want to experience your whole beauty before I continue.' And with that you continue to remove my suit, sliding it over my hips, past my mound and down my thighs letting it drop to the floor. Then you lead me to the hot tub stepping in and holding my hand as I do.

You place me so that the jets are brushing at my breasts and pussy. Then you slide your hand down my thigh, down my calf reaching my foot. You set down across from me messaging my foot and I lay back and enjoy the feeling of the jets, they keep me at a constant state of arousal without letting me go over the edge. As I drift in and out of constant highs and the feel of your hands on my feet, I am caught off guard when I feel your tongue on my toes. I open my eyes in shock, seeing the smile on your face and the look in your eyes, I watch as you suck on each toe. Kissing it, licking it, almost as if you are making love to each and everyone. When you finish with them you kiss the bottom of my foot to my heel then across my ankle, and up my calf to the back of my knee. Massaging my leg as you go. Just when I think I can take no more, you stop. Once again I open my eyes and see you looking at me. You reach for my hands, pulling them away from my tits. "Not yet babe, I'm not ready for you to cum and no playing with yourself." Without knowing it I had been pulling at them while you were working your magic on my foot. You then pick up the other foot and work the same magic to it you had to the first one. But instead of stopping at the back of my knee, you slide up between my legs and kiss from the valley between my breasts to my lips stopping only to caress my skin with your hands.

You brush over my lips and before I can react you pulling back. I look into your eyes and with one movement you pick me up and set me on the side of the tub. This puts my pussy at the same height as your face. But you don't even look at it; you go back to my legs. Kissing, licking, caressing and stroking you work your way up my legs first one side then the other, not missing a spot. With each touch I cannot stop moaning. I touch your hair with my hand, trying to keep my mind on the ground, because you are sending me to such heights, I am alive like never before. You kiss my inner thighs and that does it, I cannot control myself any longer, I moan out as I cum, "Oh yyess. Oh God Please stop teasing me, please gives me that cock of yours. I need to have you in me, fucking me" I hear you chuckle and answer, "Not yet, I want to taste your sweet nectar, I want you cover my face, before, you cover my cock."

With that you bring your hands to my pussy, gently, slowly running your finger down my slit, spreading my lips as you go. I catch my breath with anticipation of what is next. You lower your head, I hear you breathing deeply, know that you are trying to take the scent of me deep in your mind. I look down just in time to see the twinkle in your eyes as you open your mouth and take all my pussy in your mouth sucking it like you were sucking one my lips during our kissing. I feel your tongue fucking my hole like a cock, with the tip curled stroking all the right spots. Just when I think I can't go any longer, I feel you finger stroking down my crack and teasing my bum hole. That is all I can take, I start shaking like I have never before, I cum with such force, I don't notice that you have inserted your finger in my ass and are pumping it. I hear myself screaming with such pleasure, that it brings me back to some consciousness, as I grab on to your head and rock my hips, fucking you back, and riding the orgasm not wanting it to end.

Before I have time to recover you pull me off the edge of the hot tub and onto your lap. With just a slight push you ram your cock into my pussy as it is still pulsing for my orgasm. The feel of your cock in my cunt and the smell of my cum on face send me into yet another uncontrollable orgasm. But with this one you pump me with you cock.....my hands on your shoulders holding as you pinch my nipples and knead my tits. All I can do is moan and cry out with pleasure. Knowing I will never have this kind of experience again, knowing that all the weeks of watching you and having you watch me has brought us to this point. Knowing that this is pure sexual satisfaction and total abandonment to our needs. As I come down for this last orgasm I notice all the water splashing out of the tub, I notice the look on your face and I know that this will soon end. I lean in and kiss you, licking as much of my cum from your lips as I can. Your hands slide down my sides to my hips as we continue to fuck. You lean over and whisper in my ear, " I am going to cum soon, it is your choice where my seed goes, your pussy, your ass, or your mouth."

With that an evil look crosses my face. I figure why not finish this where it all started. "I want to taste you one last time", I say to you, "Please cum in my mouth, let me suck you dry and lick you clean." You shift yourself onto the edge of the tub stroking your cock in front of my face. I kneel between your legs and open my mouth. You slap at my tongue with your cock but I reach up and grad it placing my mouth on the head and once again sucking you into my mouth pulling the base to my lips. That is all it takes and you shot your load deep in me. I pull off and suck you back in getting another wash of sperm filling my mouth. I look up to your face and see your eyes rolling back and your face showing the same pleasure you have been giving me. With that I release your cock and lick at your balls. Then I lick your cock clean. Just as I am about to stand up to kiss you we both hear the outer door closing. Giggling we scramble and gather my suit. You walk out as I slip it back on. You come back and let me know it is okay to leave.....but as I do you grab me and kiss me one last time. Thanks for being my swim mate.

Angela's Portfolio Ch. 1

2008-07-05T08:34:00.000+07:00

Angela's Portfolio Ch. 1
by Angela Ashe ©

April 15th is fast approaching. I looked over all my tax stuff the other day. Oh shit! Brought back memories of a few months back when I was audited by the IRS for last year's return.

I am a high-priced call girl. Very high-priced. I doubt you could afford me. But I'm worth it. I file a tax return reporting all my income. Surprised? It's not that unusual. Really. The elite of our profession are competent business women, most are very educated and intelligent. Surprised? I have an MBA from a prestigious university. This is business. The business of sex. Supply and demand. Sex sells. Pillow talk also has its rewards. Some of my favorite clients are, well I won't mention names, but insider-trading leads to wise investments.

I was audited because of some unusual business expenses I claimed, particularly related to my office. You see, I move my office around and never spend more than a week in one place. Precautions. Most of my offices are in and around Las Vegas. I do spend some time in Reno, Denver and Salt Lake City also. And let me tell you, those Mormons are horny dudes! Must be because they had to give up polygamy. Almost as horny as Catholic priests, especially the Polish ones, although the Mormons don't usually beg me to fuck them in the ass and they will eat pussy if it's salty.

When I received notice of the audit, I requested the IRS auditor meet me at my current office in Reno. I told James Street, the auditor, it would be best if he actually saw what these offices of mine were all about. He got permission from the head honcho to conduct the audit at my place.

My office during that week of the fateful day of the IRS audit was a luxury two-story suite at the largest hotel and casino in Reno. Last time I had the Safari Super Suite but this time it was the Roman Super Suite. It was a two-story penthouse of more than 4,000 square feet. There was a dramatic circular stairway, three luxurious bedrooms and five baths. The master bedroom had hand carved classic Italian marble statues of Roman heroes and gold gilded hand carved furniture. Two cast bronze lions were at the foot of the lavish canopied bed. The formal dining room had cut stone arches, marble columns and gold leafed Corinthian capitals and frieze rims, imported Italian Bottocino marble floor and walls with gold tile features and hand made mosaic murals.

The IRS auditor, James Street, arrived at my "office" almost an hour early. I had just woken and was still in my jammies. I padded to the door in my bare feet, wearing an imported white cotton pajama bottom with cropped legs, a drawstring waist and embroidered with cute little kittens. The handkerchief matching top was in my left hand as I opened the door with my right. I couldn't do the hook-and-eye closure. At least not at that sleepy-eyed moment. I didn't want to keep the IRS waiting.

James and I hit it off right from the start. I think I startled him with my candor. I guess he was used to suspicious and apprehensive types. "James, you just ask for whatever you want, whatever you would like to know. And please call me Angela."

"Thank you, Angela, I will. I must say you are a very, very attractive young lady."

"Well, thanks James, but I assure you I look better when I have been awake for half an hour and have had my first cup of coffee," I replied as I struggled to fasten the handkerchief top. "You are quite early."

"Yes, Angela, I'm sorry, I should have called. My first audit of the day ended early. I had to call the sheriff. I think Mr. Lewiston, my first appointment, is on his way to prison for tax evasion. You would not believe the scams that some people try to pull."

"I can just imagine, James. Let me assure you that I want to pay my fair share to Uncle Sam and would never do anything I thought was illegal or unethical."

"I believe you, Angela. You have such an innocent and honest face. Let's get started if we might. What exactly are the nature of these personal services you provide?" James asked innocently. "On line A of your Schedule C all you put down for business or professional activities was 'personal services.' What to you do?"

"I am a masseuse. A very special masseuse. Not only do I massage the body, I massage the mind. That is what makes my personal services very distinct, innovative and expensive."

"That's difficult for me to picture, Angela. Can you give me a detailed description of exactly what you do?"

"I'll do better than that, James. Let me show you. It won't hurt, I promise. You will understand much better if I demonstrate."

"Well, I uh, I don't know, I uh ... "

I grabbed him by the hand and led him up the spiral staircase to the master bedroom. "Just sit on the bed, James. You don't even have to take off any clothes if you don't want to. This is not a sex thing. Didn't you ever have a real massage before? Just pretend I'm a masseur, you know, a guy. A straight guy who just gives other straight guys a massage. You look a little tense. I guarantee you will be totally relaxed and re-energized by this experience."

"OK, Angela, but I would have great difficulty pretending you are a guy. A massage might help my aching back. I see a chiropractor twice a week and it doesn't seem to be doing much good."

"Good boy. Now we'll start with your hands. You must write vociferously and use a computer incessantly. Although men certainly are not as prone to carpal tunnel syndrome as women, a man's hands should not be neglected."

"James, you have very strong but gentle hands." I placed my thumb on his palm and gently pressed and massaged the back of his right hand with my fingers, rubbing between the tendons of his fingers. The soft area on his palm below the thumb and below each knuckle was next. Then I worked on the tips of his thumb and each finger, pressing and pulling tenderly. I switched to his left hand and purred, "James, do you like a good hand job?" He blushed and I thought he looked cute when he was embarrassed.

Next I pulled off his shoes and socks and started tickling his feet until he mildly protested. I pressed and massaged the tendons on the back of his left foot, and then concentrated on the ball of his foot between his big toe and the soft area below his other toes. I worked on the first joint of each toe by pressing on the bottom and top with her index finger and thumb and gently pulled forward for a few seconds. He sighed when I began to rub his arch and heel expertly. I then switched to his right foot. And you should have seen him squirm when I began to suck his toes!

"No, no, Angela, please stop!" He squealed as I slurped on his big toe.

"Yeah, right, James, do you stop when a girl says 'No' to you? I don't think so." I did let his squirming big toe loose after a few more minutes.

"OK, James, now what's really hurts and throbs? What would you like me to rub and suck next I wonder?"

"Uh, Uh, well, uh ... "

"Your back? We can do that!"

"Angela, I think you made a typo on line C of your Schedule C. You list your business name as 'Angela's Ass.' Isn't your last name Ashe?"

"Yes, James. My eyes are bad. Hey, don't I get another deduction for that? I forgot that one. Is your hair red?"

"No, it's blond."

"See what I mean?"

"Yes, yes, I do. We might be able to adjust your return for that, uh, what are you doing?"

I undid his tie and removed it, along with his white silk dress shirt. He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and I was surprised at how muscular he was. "Hey, you work out!" I commented as I admired his arms. I love those arms on a guy where the veins stick out in his forearms and biceps, but he doesn't look like a weightlifter. I just love the look of veins popping out somewhere else also.

"Yes, Angela, I'm into martial arts and I used to wrestle in college, I almost made the Olympic team but I screwed up my knee."

"Well, I'll just have to rub your knee for you when I'm done with your back. I love wrestling! I could whup you I bet!"

"I don't think so, Angela."

"Well, we'll just see about that, when I'm finished with your massage. Now face down on the bed, dude."

I began by smoothing down his back muscles on both sides. I used equal pressure with my fingers and the heels of my hands along his side, shoulders and neck. I moved along his side and faced his head and repeated the long smoothing strokes, going slightly deeper with each pass. Next I split my index finger and middle finger, placing my hand over his spine, with each of my fingers in the groove between his spine and Erector Spinae muscles, and I placed my right hand over my left hand.

"James, I should undo your pants if that's OK with you."

"Uh, yeah, sure Angela, whatever you need to do. God, this feels good."

"I'm glad you like it, James. You will feel like a new person when your done and I stick a fork in you." I couldn't help giggling and he laughed.

"James, nice camouflage boxers. Oh my, you guys and your underwear. Are you making a fashion statement?"

"No, Angela, I, Uhhhh, that feels good." I was working his buttocks area by pushing down with the heel of my hand and then pulling back with my fingers in large fluid circular motions. Then I began to use my elbows, working from his lower back to the top. Each stroke was deeper and slower than the previous one, but very gentle. Fifteen minutes later he was all rubbed up and down.

"OK, James, let's wrestle!"

"Angela, you can't be serious. I'm much bigger and stronger than you are."

"Me no care. You'll see. I have Native American blood. No way you can beat me at Indian wrestling. I'll show you how." I positioned our bodies so we were lying on the bed on our sides facing each other with our feet touching. My left foot was braced heel to toe against James' right foot and his right foot was hooked around my left foot and vice versa for my left foot.

"OK, James, now clasp your hands under your knees, and when I say 'go' try to flip me over using only your foot. Are you ready? Go!"

I flipped him three times and began to laugh so hard I was crying. "It's all in the technique, James," I whispered. "I bet you could pin me if you really wanted to."

"Yeah right, Angela. I can't believe you did that to me so easily."

"James, there are probably other things I could do to you that you might not believe. But I simply must bathe now and change because I soon have to leave for a very special appointment with a very important person."

"A famous politician?" James asked politely.

"More important than that. He is one of the real leaders of our country. Mafia. James, give me ten minutes to run the water and get in the tub and then you come into the bathroom and you can ask me more of your questions, OK?"

"Sure, Angela. Whatever you say."

I luxuriated in the bubbles and whirling water for almost forty-five minutes. James sat on the edge of the tub, trying unsuccessfully not to look at me, asking question after question about my various deductions and the like.

"Angela, I don't understand what you did for line 13 regarding depreciation. What exactly are you depreciating here?"

"Pussy."

"Say what?"

"Pussy. That's uh, well, the name of my computer, Pussy. You know I like kittens because you saw my jammies. You can depreciate computers, right? I use it for cybering."

"Well, yes, Angela, in some situations you can depreciate computers. What exactly is cybering?"

"I like make out on line. You know, make deals. Consummate agreements. Do the deed." I thought it was time for a distraction as I rose out of the water.

"Uh, uh, yes, I see Angela."

"James, I'm getting out now so don't look." He did look out of the corner of his eye as I knew he would. I wrapped the large towel he handed me around my body. "Let's go back into the master bedroom so I can get some clothes on."

I picked out what I wanted to wear from the huge walk-in closet. "James, you can look if you want. You can watch me dress. I mean, I'm sure you have seen naked women before."

"I better not, Angela. Yes, I have seen a few naked women. But I think we better keep our relationship totally professional."

"Yes, James, you are right. Professional. OK, you can turn your head and look now. I'm dressed."

"Oh my God!" he stammered. "Where are you going looking like that?"

"What are you my father now, James? I'm wearing a coat over this, silly boy."

I showed James my wet and wild black wicked collar jacket which barely came down to mid-thigh. He kept staring at the sheer body stocking I had put on. The bikini design did provide an illusion of modesty for private areas. The body stocking was black with stretchy spaghetti straps and an open crotch. Also I had slipped on the vinyl lace-up gloves which were long enough to cover my elbows. And of course the six inch black leather spiked heels.

"Can I ask you one more question, Angela, so that we can fully resolve this audit?"

"No, James, I'll ask you one more question so we can fully resolve this audit. Would you like a five minute blow job?" I didn't wait for an answer. His belt was already undone, I unzipped him all the way and dropped his pants and camouflage boxers to his ankles. His cock looked very small and I was rather amazed at how large it became in a matter of seconds.

After I sucked him for five minutes and he still didn't seem close, I think he was enjoying it too much, I slipped my hand inside the open crotch of my body stocking and quickly got myself ready and wet for what was next. I stood up and pulled James against me pressed up to the wall. I lifted my legs up and around him, slipped him inside me and begged, "Fuck me, James, fuck me hard!"

Several minutes later James concluded the audit with, "Angela, let me assure you that your tax return and the business expenses and deductions you claimed are entirely legitimate. I might suggest that you include those five minute blow jobs and three minute stand-up screws in the personal services you provide. You could certainly make twice as much money."

"Now there is an idea, James! I'll think on it. Well, it was a pleasure meeting you and I'll probably see you again next year."

"You can count on it, Angela. I just wish I could audit you more than once a year. When I joined the IRS I never thought talking about seductions, 'er I mean deductions, could be so stimulating. Incidentally, my rough calculations indicate you will be receiving an additional refund of $16,032.71 but I'll figure it out exactly when I get back to the office."

"Thanks for cumming, James," I said seductively as I closed the door behind him. I immediately opened my diary and began a new entry, "Fucking the IRS."

And Then It Happened

2008-07-04T08:58:00.000+07:00

And Then It Happened
by mayi ©

We all have dreamed about the moment in time when it happens, when you think life has set your course and then something changes it. I was not expecting it to happen to me at this time, with this person, but as we kissed the whole world for me changed. I have heard, but I never knew that what I was feeling was possible, that someone could make such a different is such a short period of time. And what a difference he made how he set me on fire, sent me to...... well I'll let you read it and find out what I am talking about.

"Your turn", as I hear you say those words my thoughts are lost. I can feel you breath on my ear and your hands on my shoulders. All I can do is look into your eyes. My senses are alive with anticipation. The desire I have for you, I see reflected in your eyes and I feel in your touch. You look at me with a smile that tells me you want to pleasure me in a way I have never known. You take my hand and ask me to follow you. You turning the shower off and lead me to the hot tub.

As we enter the room, you lean over to me and whisper in my ear, 'Let me take that suit off, let me see what I have been wanting so long to see, to hold, to love.' You slide the straps off my shoulders caressing my skin, sending electricity through my shoulders. You slowly move your hands to the front and gently pull the suit off my breasts. I hear you moan as they are exposed, 'Oh god, they are beautiful'. I feel you body tense, I know you are holding back wanting to take your time, but wanting to feel them in your hands, in your mouth. You slip the suit to my waist freeing my arms. You cannot stop yourself any longer as you see my nipples rising under your gaze; you reach up and flick the tip. ' OH YES', it is almost a scream as I say it. But you stop, 'Not yet, I want to experience your whole beauty before I continue.' And with that you continue to remove my suit, sliding it over my hips, past my mound and down my thighs letting it drop to the floor. Then you lead me to the hot tub stepping in and holding my hand as I do.

You place me so that the jets are brushing at my breasts and pussy. Then you slide your hand down my thigh, down my calf reaching my foot. You set down across from me messaging my foot and I lay back and enjoy the feeling of the jets, they keep me at a constant state of arousal without letting me go over the edge. As I drift in and out of constant highs and the feel of your hands on my feet, I am caught off guard when I feel your tongue on my toes. I open my eyes in shock, seeing the smile on your face and the look in your eyes, I watch as you suck on each toe. Kissing it, licking it, almost as if you are making love to each and everyone. When you finish with them you kiss the bottom of my foot to my heel then across my ankle, and up my calf to the back of my knee. Massaging my leg as you go. Just when I think I can take no more, you stop. Once again I open my eyes and see you looking at me. You reach for my hands, pulling them away from my tits. "Not yet babe, I'm not ready for you to cum and no playing with yourself." Without knowing it I had been pulling at them while you were working your magic on my foot. You then pick up the other foot and work the same magic to it you had to the first one. But instead of stopping at the back of my knee, you slide up between my legs and kiss from the valley between my breasts to my lips stopping only to caress my skin with your hands.

You brush over my lips and before I can react you pulling back. I look into your eyes and with one movement you pick me up and set me on the side of the tub. This puts my pussy at the same height as your face. But you don't even look at it; you go back to my legs. Kissing, licking, caressing and stroking you work your way up my legs first one side then the other, not missing a spot. With each touch I cannot stop moaning. I touch your hair with my hand, trying to keep my mind on the ground, because you are sending me to such heights, I am alive like never before. You kiss my inner thighs and that does it, I cannot control myself any longer, I moan out as I cum, "Oh yyess. Oh God Please stop teasing me, please gives me that cock of yours. I need to have you in me, fucking me" I hear you chuckle and answer, "Not yet, I want to taste your sweet nectar, I want you cover my face, before, you cover my cock."

With that you bring your hands to my pussy, gently, slowly running your finger down my slit, spreading my lips as you go. I catch my breath with anticipation of what is next. You lower your head, I hear you breathing deeply, know that you are trying to take the scent of me deep in your mind. I look down just in time to see the twinkle in your eyes as you open your mouth and take all my pussy in your mouth sucking it like you were sucking one my lips during our kissing. I feel your tongue fucking my hole like a cock, with the tip curled stroking all the right spots. Just when I think I can't go any longer, I feel you finger stroking down my crack and teasing my bum hole. That is all I can take, I start shaking like I have never before, I cum with such force, I don't notice that you have inserted your finger in my ass and are pumping it. I hear myself screaming with such pleasure, that it brings me back to some consciousness, as I grab on to your head and rock my hips, fucking you back, and riding the orgasm not wanting it to end.

Before I have time to recover you pull me off the edge of the hot tub and onto your lap. With just a slight push you ram your cock into my pussy as it is still pulsing for my orgasm. The feel of your cock in my cunt and the smell of my cum on face send me into yet another uncontrollable orgasm. But with this one you pump me with you cock.....my hands on your shoulders holding as you pinch my nipples and knead my tits. All I can do is moan and cry out with pleasure. Knowing I will never have this kind of experience again, knowing that all the weeks of watching you and having you watch me has brought us to this point. Knowing that this is pure sexual satisfaction and total abandonment to our needs. As I come down for this last orgasm I notice all the water splashing out of the tub, I notice the look on your face and I know that this will soon end. I lean in and kiss you, licking as much of my cum from your lips as I can. Your hands slide down my sides to my hips as we continue to fuck. You lean over and whisper in my ear, " I am going to cum soon, it is your choice where my seed goes, your pussy, your ass, or your mouth."

With that an evil look crosses my face. I figure why not finish this where it all started. "I want to taste you one last time", I say to you, "Please cum in my mouth, let me suck you dry and lick you clean." You shift yourself onto the edge of the tub stroking your cock in front of my face. I kneel between your legs and open my mouth. You slap at my tongue with your cock but I reach up and grad it placing my mouth on the head and once again sucking you into my mouth pulling the base to my lips. That is all it takes and you shot your load deep in me. I pull off and suck you back in getting another wash of sperm filling my mouth. I look up to your face and see your eyes rolling back and your face showing the same pleasure you have been giving me. With that I release your cock and lick at your balls. Then I lick your cock clean. Just as I am about to stand up to kiss you we both hear the outer door closing. Giggling we scramble and gather my suit. You walk out as I slip it back on. You come back and let me know it is okay to leave.....but as I do you grab me and kiss me one last time. Thanks for being my swim mate.

An Orgasmic Treat for Sarah...

2008-07-03T08:37:00.000+07:00

An Orgasmic Treat for Sarah...
by pixandwords ©

This story was inspired by (and dedicated to) a wonderful Literotica author known as openthighs_sarah whose steamily erotic stories spark the fires for both my lady and me. Sarah: this one is from us to you...

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I still find it hard to believe that some men don't like giving a woman oral sex. (I saw Cybill Shepherd on a TV talk show. She said Elvis Presley wouldn't eat pussy ... until he met her! She told him that he couldn't screw her until he'd eaten her.)

I love the sweet, musky taste and that heady aroma. For me, the taste and scent are even better when a pussy is completely shaved or very nearly hairless; perhaps a mini "Mohawk" or a landing strip.

But I love making oral love to a woman's entire body. First you must lie down on your tummy. I start just behind your ear and gently lift your hair to kiss the nape of your neck. Next, long minutes kissing your shoulder blades before I move down your spine, one kiss at a time. I find those two sweet little hollows each side of the base of your spine, and dip my tongue into each dimple before moving down to your soft round buns. I hold your buttocks firmly in my hands, covering them with kisses and running my tongue down the crack of your ass.

Now for those wonderful sexy legs of yours! I take your left thigh between my hands and extend my tongue, trailing it from the crease all the way down to the back of your knee. I tickle that sensitive spot with the tip of my tongue and feel you wriggle under me. I kiss my way down over your firm calf until I'm kissing the back of your ankle. I move back up and take your right thigh in my hands, and repeat my kissing safari from ass to ankle. I hear you sigh as your body totally relaxes and you surrender to my oral ministrations.

Gently I roll you over and you lay on your back, eyes closed, a slight smile on your lips. I lean down and take the big toe of you left foot in my mouth. I suck on it, lashing it with my tongue, as a foreshadowing of what is to come. You giggle as I take each toe into my mouth in turn and suck it. I move my lips up over your instep and kiss my way up your shin to your knee, then on up the front of your left thigh. As my tongue draws nearer to your groin, I feel you tense, as you wonder if I am about to touch your pussy with my tongue. But just when it seems inevitable, I move back down and lift your right foot to my lips. I take a toe in my mouth... and so begins my slow, luxurious oral journey up your right leg.

I kiss my way to your hip, then pause. I move up until my face is close to yours. Your head is tilted back and I gently kiss your throat. You make little purring noises as I move my lips down between your superb breasts. I take your left breast gently between my hands and plant little dabbing kisses on the warm, pliant flesh. I take the nipple between my teeth and softly lash the tip with my tongue. You gasp with pleasure. And now your right breast is lifted to my mouth and I bathe it with my tongue before sucking the hard, puckered nipple deep into my mouth. I alternate between your breasts for long, indulgent minutes. Your breathing is becoming more rapid and your chest is rising and falling under my mouth.

But now I must move down, down.

I trail my tongue to your belly button and swirl it wetly. You sigh with pleasure. And then you groan as you feel me moving lower. Gently but firmly, I part your thighs and gaze down at your pussy. The lips are puffed and slightly parted. A dewdrop of your moisture slips lazily down the warm, pink flesh.

Slowly, I lower my face and extend my tongue. I move forward until just the very tip is grazing the outer edge of your cunt. You shiver and groan. I nibble up and down each side of your labia and you mew in frustration. I give in to your demands. With gentle fingers I peel open your lips and inhale your intoxicating musk. I lean forward, my mouth wide open. I envelope the inner folds of your trembling pussy completely with my mouth. You cry out as you feel my tongue swirling inside you, restlessly lashing the hot wet entrance to your cunt.

I move my face slightly and with the tips of my fingers, I lightly peel back the hood of your clitoris. I look down at the glistening red button for a few teasing moments then move forward and press my lips to the nub of flesh. Your entire body jerks and you let out a short little scream of pleasure, as you feel my tongue on your clit... at last! after an hour of oral lovemaking. You press your mound upwards, grinding it into my face.

I sense that you are on the edge of a powerful orgasm. As your breathing becomes more ragged and you begin to tremble, I push a finger into your pussy, massaging your g-spot as I continue to lap at your clit. And then it hits. You scream and clamp my head between your thighs, thrusting against me. My face is covered with your hot pungent juices.

As your orgasm subsides, I continue to lick you, sucking your labia into my mouth, lapping up your nectar that tastes sweeter than honey. I am relentless and will not let you rest. One orgasm follows another and you cum again and again, until you fall back... limp, spent, and totally satisfied.

An Old Friend

2008-07-02T09:07:00.000+07:00

An Old Friend
by X-Factor ©

Matt and 2 friends walked into the strip club. He didn't go very often, his girlfriend Tracy forbade it. However, he did end up going there with his friends every year or so. He was a good looking man in his late twenties, 6'2, 195 pounds, short brown hair, blue eyes.

The three of them sat down at a table and waited to be served. When the waitress approached, Matt's heart skipped a beat. It was Samantha. Sam was an acquaintance of his whom he had not seen in nearly 2 years. She used to come by his work every so often and they would chat, and flirt harmlessly.

She was a beautiful woman, though she had put on a few pounds since he last saw her. Curly brown, shoulder length hair which she wore up, exposing her gorgeous face and brown eyes. She had a dimple when she smiled. 5'5, about 150 pounds now, tanned skin, long legs. Her breasts were huge, a D cup minimum, and they were displayed well in her tight black v-neck shirt. He couldn't help the movement that he felt in his pants as the blood rushed to his cock. Other than a few pounds, she hadn't changed a bit. She was gorgeous.

"Matt!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Hi Sam!" he said, smiling. The usual small talk ensued, before she had to get back to work. He wanted her. He couldn't deny that. He blew his chance 2 years ago, he was not going to blow it this time. He had to figure out how to meet up with her, and ditch his friends. Matt did not want them to know what he was doing. The best way to not get caught was to tell no one.

The 3 of them stayed at the strip club from midnight until after 1. The bars closed at 2. As the night progressed, he talked to Sam often. She sat with them every time she had a second. He managed to find out that she was single now, and that she got off at about 2:30. When he had a quick moment alone with her he arranged to meet her back there at 2:30.

He and his 2 friends were walking the streets of downtown at 2 when he broke away, saying he was going to walk home. They nodded and went their separate ways. Simple as that. Matt backtracked to the strip club and got there at around 2:20. After speaking with the bouncer for a couple of minutes, Sam noticed him and told the bouncer to let him in.

10 minutes later, Sam and Matt were in a cab on their way to her apartment. Their entire conversation was innocent, flirtatious, like they didn't miss a beat. Neither implied sex, neither expected it. Both hoped for it. He was just going to her house to watch a late movie and catch up. She was aware that he was still going out with Tracy.

By 2:50, they were sitting on her couch in front of the TV. No movie was playing, they were just talking, sitting close, looking into each other's eyes. He could not stop his eyes from straying over her body. Her tits were straining against her black shirt, she wore blue jeans, and her feet were bare, toenails painted red. Samantha noticed his glances, and her eyes strayed as well. Her vagina moistened at the thought of what hid beneath his jeans.

Matt was looking for an opening to make a move, to try and kiss those beautiful lips, but found none. She had her one leg curled up on the couch, the other outstretched, bare foot on the edge of the coffee table.

He was there for 30 minutes, it was after 3, he could no longer wait for an opening, he needed to make his own. As soon as there was a pause in the conversation he leaned forward, heart pounding. Sam closed her eyes and their lips met, smacking softly. She put her other leg on the floor as he kissed her again, allowing him to sit closer. She slid her arm around his waist and opened her mouth. He slid his tongue into her mouth as his hand slid around her back, caressing her. Her tongue darted into his mouth and they made out for awhile, exploring, enjoying. Their kissing grew intense, his caresses moved from her back to her legs. Her fingers trailed over his back as they breathed heavily into each other's mouth. The room was silent except for the sounds of their kisses and the quiet sound of the TV.

After a few minutes of enjoying the kiss, Matt wanted more of her. His hand slid up her thigh to her crotch, where he gently rubbed her over her jeans. She moaned softly into his mouth as tingles shot from her pussy up through her body. She knew she was very wet down there. She desperately wanted this man. Samantha slid her well manicured hand down his body to his crotch, where she felt a large bulge in his jeans. He slid his hand up her soft stomach to her huge breasts. He squeezed one, gently, and Sam sighed. Her expert fingers slid down his fly and undid his button.

He sent his tongue far into her mouth as he felt her reach into his underwear. She found what she was looking for, gripping his shaft gently, exploring every inch of him. Their desire continued to build as they kissed even more frantically. He slid his hand back down between her legs, this time taking down her zipper and undoing the button. She began to stroke his cock inside his underwear, slowly.

Still not breaking the passionate kiss, Matt slid his hand into Sam's panties. His fingers could sense the approaching heat. He felt the comforting moistness of her slit, and he slowly ran his finger down it. "Mmmmmph…" she moaned, squeezing his hard penis as pleasure surged through her body.

She kissed him harder, gasping for breath as he ran his finger up and down the gateway to her treasure, teasing her. After a few more minutes of making out and exploring with their hands, she broke the kiss, chest heaving.

"Let's go to my bedroom, Matt." She panted. He nodded, heart pounding with lust as he slid his hand out of her pants. They stood up together and she took him by the hand. She led him to her bedroom. At the foot of her bed, she turned to him. She was smiling, showing her dimple, brown eyes beautiful as they looked at him with desire. She put her arms around his neck and their lips met, tongues immediately entering the other's mouth.

Matt slid his hands down the back of her jeans, sliding them into her panties, caressing her bare ass. He squeezed her soft ass cheeks as she pressed her body against his. Sam was conscious of his bulge pressing against her stomach. He bravely began to slide his hands back up her back, taking her shirt with them. She broke the kiss and raised her arms in the air, allowing him to pull her shirt over her head and off.

He dropped it on the floor, catching his breath at the sight of her gorgeous breasts heaving beneath her black bra. They were huge. Her tanned cleavage seemed to go on forever.

He came to his senses when he felt her push his own shirt up his body. He helped her pull it off before pulling her close to him again. He lay her down on her bed, lying between her legs. He grinded his crotch against hers as they kissed sloppily, breathing laboriously. Sam trailed her long fingernails up his back slowly, writhing her hips upwards. The friction his bulge created against her pussy drove her crazy, she knew she was sopping wet down there.

Suddenly, Matt half rolled off of her, sliding his hand down her smooth belly. Her jeans were still undone, and he was able to slide his hand right into her panties. She gasped into his mouth when she felt his fingers touch her sensitive slit. He slid a finger down to her entrance. "Mmmmmph…" she moaned into his mouth as she felt his finger enter her.

His tongue danced against hers in her mouth as he began to slide his finger in and out of her steamy tunnel. She began to writhe her hips against his hand, cunt tingling uncontrollably. She was so wet, he slipped a second finger inside. "Ohhh…" she sighed, breaking the kiss, closing her eyes, and arching her head back.

Matt needed to see more of her amazing body. He slipped his hand out of her panties, to her disappointment, and grabbed onto her pants. He pulled downward, and Sam raised her ass up off the bed, allowing him to slide her jeans down her long, tanned legs. She pulled her bare feet out of her pants one by one, and he dropped them on the floor. Samantha lay beside him wearing a black bra and skimpy black panties.

He bent to kiss her again. Running his hand up her smooth thigh. He began to rub her over her thin panties, clearly feeling her swollen pussy lips through the material. She moaned into his mouth again, humping her crotch into his hand.

Still kissing him, she aggressively pushed him onto his back. She began to kiss down his chest, tongue flecking across his nipples. Slowly kissing down his belly, her hands began tugging at his jeans. Sam pulled Matt's jeans and underwear down his legs, unleashing his thick, 6 inch cock. Staring at his rock hard cock, she pulled his clothes right off of him and threw them on the floor. She knelt between his legs and crawled up the bed towards his member.

Her expert hand grabbed it, slowly stroking it as she bent her head. Her tongue snaked out, gently licking at his bag as her hand continued to massage his shaft. His breathing deepened as he watched her pink tongue slowly trail up his pole. Her beautiful eyes caught his as her tongue gently licked around the mushroom head of his penis. She kissed the helmet of his cock, tongue licking at the tiny hole. Suddenly, she slipped half of his organ into her mouth all at once.

He sighed as warmth engulfed the top half of his dick. Still looking at him, she slowly sunk the remainder of his rod into her mouth, until he was inside entirely. Matt slid his fingers into the curls of her hair and she began to slide her lips back up his pole. Sam sucked his manhood back into her mouth, sliding her expert lips up and down. Her tongue licked at his sensitive head every time she withdrew. 'slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp' Samantha slurped loudly on his thick penis, her warm mouth skillfully giving him head. He moaned, his hand squeezing her hair in his fist.

Finally, she pulled his cock out of her mouth with a loud sucking noise. She looked up at him, smiling, before kissing her way up his belly. She straddled him, her lips searching for his. They kissed passionately, tongues exploring as she grinded her crotch against his bare cock. He could feel how hot her pussy was through her wet panties.

His hands caressed her soft ass, sliding into the sides of her panties. He squeezed her ass cheeks as he sucked her upper lip into his mouth.

Sam's cunt was buzzing, driving her insane. The feelings that his cock gave her when she rubbed against it made her want him more than ever. She was aware of the feelings in every inch of her body, centering on her vagina.

As they made out, her bra strap fell down her shoulders. Matt kissed down her neck to her chest, and down her lovely cleavage. Releasing her ass, he eased the one side of her bra down off her breast, slowly revealing her pink areola. Sam continued to grind herself against him as she watched. Her nipple was rock hard, and he eagerly sucked it into his mouth, sending thrills down her spine to her pussy. He could hear her breathing laboriously as his hands slid around to her back and under her bra strap.

He unsnapped her bra, and it fell forward off her tits. He threw it onto the floor, nearly cumming at the mere sight of her wonderful tanned globes. He grabbed one in each hand, massaging them as his tongue licked around her nipples.

"Ohhhh…" she sighed, electricity flowing through her. Matt eased her off of him and lay her on her back, searching lips finding hers again. He squeezed a leg in between hers, and she parted her legs wider to allow him in. His breathing grew heavier as he broke the kiss and began to kiss his way down her neck and chest. Over her breasts he kissed, and down her smooth belly.

Samantha's pussy tingled in anticipation as his lips touched her closer and closer to her pleasure spot. He could smell the scent of her arousal as he kissed her over her panties. She slid her feet up the bed, opening herself up wider for him as he kissed her pussy lips over her panties. She gasped as pleasure shot from her crotch. He kissed the very top of each of her soft inner thighs, teasing her. He reached up and placed his finger at the side of her panties.

He gently eased them to one side, slowly revealing her pink, swollen pussy lips. They were puckered together, quivering as he lightly placed his lips on them, kissing them.

"Ohhh yessss…" she whispered. His tongue darted out and slowly licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top, nudging her clitoris when it got there. Kissing her pussy one more time, he grabbed the thin elastic of her panties and began to tug them down. Sam raised her ass up off the bed, allowing him to slide the dainty things down her long, smooth legs. He pulled them off her feet, one by one, noting her red toenails.

After throwing the panties on the floor, he held her foot up in the air, raining kisses over the top. He kissed her big toe, sucking it into his mouth as his hand caressed her calf. He ran his tongue along her instep to her ankle, his hand moving up to grab her foot. While his hand massaged Sam's foot, he kissed up her calf to her knee.

Her heart was pounding, her cunt so incredibly wet as she watched this handsome man kiss slowly up the inside of her bare thighs towards her needy treasure. Matt breathed in her scent as he kissed the very top of her leg, just beside her cunt. He could hear her breathing heavily as he gently kissed her sensitive slit. She was quivering before him, needing to be pleasured so badly. She ran her fingers through his hair, urging him towards her crotch.

His tongue snaked out, lightly teasing the nub of her clit. She gasped, heart pounding as he ran his tongue down her wet pussy lips. He slid his tongue into her gash. Sam tensed up, toes curling as he gathered her juices with his tongue. He began to slide his tongue in and out of her, hands sliding under her ass, grabbing her cheeks. She began to writhe her pussy into his face as he licked the entire length of her slit.

"Ohhhh God…" she sighed, when she felt his tongue go back to her clit. Bolts of pleasure shot through her body as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth. Her hands grabbed his hair a little tighter, rubbing her pussy in his face as he ran his tongue over the clit that he held trapped between his lips.

Samantha knew that an orgasm was building quickly within her, and she knew it would be intense. When it struck, she was still unprepared for the severity. "OHHHHH FUUUUUCK!!!!" she moaned, humping her hips upward into his face as pure pleasure rocketed through her. Her entire body grew hotter than ever, the inner walls of her vagina convulsed, tingles shot from her pussy in every direction.

Still Matt licked her. He was merciless with his tongue as she gasped for breath. Finally, the powerful orgasm subsided and she released his head. He lifted his head up from between her thighs, mercifully giving her cunt a break from his expert tongue. Smiling, he kissed over her bush, and began to kiss up her soft belly. His lips trailed up her body, over her breasts to her neck. He kissed up her neck, slowly.

Finally regaining some oxygen, Sam's lips found his and they kissed passionately. Her tongue flew into his mouth hungrily as he began to writhe his bare organ against her sopping wet pussy. Her bare feet caressed up and down his legs as her hands scratched at his back. She broke the kiss.

"Put it in me." She stated, not offering him a choice. He reached down between their naked bodies and grabbed his rock hard cock. He ran the fat head of his dick down the hot, quivering lips of her pussy until it reached her entrance. Both were breathing laboriously, needing this badly, wanting this for so long.

He pushed forward, watching her expression. Her pussy lips parted for him, and he squeezed his penis inside her hot, horny vagina half way in one stroke.

"Ohhhh…" she moaned, closing her eyes and arching her head back. He felt so amazing! He was really stretching her wide! Matt pulled out of Samantha's hot hole slightly, before sliding his cock all the way into her.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned again, smiling. His lips were on hers, and they kissed passionately as he held his entire dick in her cunt. He began to slowly slide in and out of her, loving how her pussy warmed his manhood every time he slid deep inside her.

She loved the sensation in her cunt as his penis stretched her so wide, the friction they made when he slowly pulled out of her and than pushed back in was incredible. Her bare feet began to caress up and down his legs and ass. She was completely his. "Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmmmph!" she moaned into his mouth every time he plowed into her. He began to fuck her faster, harder, sending more pleasure sensations up her body.

She broke the kiss, having trouble catching her breath as he drove her towards what promised to be a huge orgasm. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! OHHHHH!" she cried, cumming.

Sam rubbed her crotch up against his, her legs holding him inside her as her pussy convulsed around him. Her heart was pounding, her face was flushed, her body grew intensely hot as her orgasm took complete control over her.

She was a helpless ragdoll, and Matt took full control, ramming his cock into her with authority. He reached behind him and raised her leg up in the air, placing it on his shoulder as he continued to slide his hot pole into her. He was watching her huge tits bounce up and down with each of his thrusts, her foot was flailing behind him helplessly.

"Oh…God…it feels so…good!" she gasped as she began to regain her senses a little. He kissed at her mouth, and she was able to kiss him back a little. After a few more minutes, he began to lose steam, slowing down.

"Let me go on top!" she said eagerly. He got off of her, clearly hearing the 'slurp' noise his penis made when it pulled out of her twat. He lay on his back, his rock hard cock sticking up. Sam eagerly straddled him, huge tits jiggling with the movement, and her mouth was on his, kissing him passionately. Her tongue darted into his mouth as she began to rub her wet pussy along his shaft.

To their delight, her pussy slid too far up his cock and the head poked inside her. "Ohhh" they moaned in unison, breaking the kiss as her warmth engulfed his head. He raised his ass up off the bed, forcing his entire cock into her hungry cunt. "Ohhhh yesss…" she moaned as she filled up with penis.

His old friend Samantha was a changed woman. She was an animal. So needful of this sex, she began to slam her crotch down on him as fast as she could. Her humongous tits were bouncing before him as her pussy slid up and down his rod. Her moans were loud as the pleasure within her built.

His hands grasped at her tits as he brought his mouth towards them. He sucked and licked at her nipple as she continued to slide up and down his pole. He buried his face between her tits, they were so big his head was practically covered by them. Matt kissed up her neck, his searching lips finding hers. His hands slid around to her soft ass, squeezing the cheeks, urging her onward.

He could take it no longer, he had to regain control. He wanted to fuck her so hard, it just wasn't hard enough with her on top. He roughly rolled her back onto her back, his cock slipping out of her in the process.

Sam opened her tanned legs wide, feet in the air and his cock slid back into her all at once. They moaned in unison as he filled her up again. He held himself up on his arms and began to drill into her with all his might. He knew he wouldn't last long.

"I'm gonna cum…" he warned, moaning.

"Ohhh God, cum inside me!" she moaned as he pistoned in and out of her. He knew that wasn't a good idea. Tempting as it was, he didn't think she was on the pill. He decided he would cum on her tits. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" she moaned as he gave a few final, rapid thrusts.

He could feel his balls heat up, almost there… She wrapped her legs around him, feet bouncing of his thrusting ass.

He was losing it, he pulled back, beyond the point of no return. Sam's legs tightened around him, forcing him back in her. He moaned, losing it.

His cock jerked inside her, and a long stream of cum fired forth. She squeezed her long legs tight, holding him deep inside her as he ejaculated. He moaned, more of his seed firing into her hungry womb.

Samantha was kissing at his face as he filled her pussy with his semen, the last of it trickling out of him. Feeling like she got all of it, her legs released him. He remained inside her, kissing her tenderly, smiling.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, smiling. "That was fantastic!" He just continued kissing her mouth. Her feet caressed up and down his legs as he softened inside her.

Matt began to slide out of her. Sam quickly tightened her legs around him again.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked coyly. He grew hard again at her words, and knew he wasn't going anywhere…

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An Empty Office

2008-07-01T15:22:00.000+07:00

An Empty Office
by Awlni ©

"God I hate taking these damn boxes apart," Kelli said as she looked at the pile stacked neatly against the wall in front of her.

"Yeah, but they don't unfold themselves," John replied as he picked up the top one on the pile.

"There must be at least a thousand of them here."

"About 350 really. We should be able to do it in a couple of hours. After all, it takes a lot of boxes to move a company to a new building. These are a lot better, you know. More space, a real lunch room, even a fitness center."

For the next half hour they fell into an unspoken rhythm. The two of them had worked in the offices for about a year but had never really gotten to know each other, only becoming nodding acquaintances as they passed in the hall. Kelli had gone so far as to find out his name from the office directory but had never done anything about it. As they chatted and flirted, occasionally glancing at each other when they though the other wasn't looking, Kelli wondered idly about John. The sexual innuendoes they were bantering about had gotten her interested and it had been a long time.

"So why did you agree to do this on a Saturday night?" John asked. "Surely you had to have given up a date or something."

"I need to get my car a new set of tires. The old ones I have now are bald. A few extra hours at work will help. And no, much to my regret, there are no hot dates in this little girl's immediate future. Working here during the day and taking classes at night doesn't leave much time for a social life. What about you?"

"Just a company man. The big boys say jump and I ask how high as I'm on the way up."

"Yeah, right." Kelli said. "That's a little hard to believe."

"No harder to believe than your story."

"What's so hard to believe about my story?"

"A beautiful woman with perfect long red hair. Skin that any woman would kill for. Obviously intelligent and with a great sense of humor. And she says that she doesn't have guys lining up outside her door? That's what I can't believe."

Kelli looked quickly over at the boxes left lining the wall. "Flattery will get you anywhere," she said.

"Excellent," John said softly.

Kelli counted the remaining boxes quickly, wondering if the ideas in her head would or should be allowed to happen. "You know, there are only 52 of those damn boxes left."

"Wanna race?" John asked.

"Race? How?"

"See who can get their last 26 broken down fastest. Winner gets the prize."

"So what's the prize?"

"The loser has do to anything the winner wants," John said with a grin. On seeing the surprise on Kelli's face he added "or at least she, ahem, or he, has to get the winner the first free soda from the cafeteria."

Kelli paused for a moment as thoughts tumbled through her mind. She broke into a smile and shouted "You're on," as she quickly sprinted to the pile and started bringing back the next boxes.

As Kelli finished her last box, she looked at John sitting amid a pile of half broken cardboard. She started humming the theme from Rocky, raised both of her arms above her head and jumped up and down, pretending to be the champ on the steps of City Hall. John recognized the scene but was fascinated by the way her shirt rode up slightly, exposing a thin strip of skin above her jeans. "Looks like you owe me that soda," she said. "But I guess I get anything I want now, don't I?" she asked with a smile. She started to windmill her arms over her head to stretch them out. "I just wish that my arms weren't so tired so that I could take advantage of it."

"Well, we can't take it too far. This is the corporate office, you know."

"How far is too far?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

"Nothing involving whips and chains. No one but the big boys are allowed to chain people to desks around here."

"I guess I can live with that," she replied, surprised to discover that she was interested in more after all. "For the moment," she added. "Hey, didn't you tell me earlier that you were here last night?"

"As my aching back reminds me, I indeed had the dubious honor of bringing most of these boxes in last night, yes."

"Then I want a tour as my prize. My boss has told me great things about the new building but I haven't been here before tonight."

"Is that all milady wants?" he said with a grin. He bowed low in mock servitude. "The champion will get her tour," he said. "And anything else she wants, too," he added with raised eyebrows.

They walked through the offices, looking at row after row of new desks and file cabinets and making comments about people they knew in common. A quick tour of the executive level was next with both of them joking about how "the other half lives" and talking about the plans they had to get one of these offices for their own one day. In the basement level they walked though the new cafeteria and the fitness room.

"Is this going to be open for all employees?" Kelli asked. "I'd love to stop paying forty bucks a month to the gym I go to."

"You go to a gym? You certainly don't need to" John said.

"Cut the sarcasm. Yes I go to a gym. I like the aerobics classes.

"From what I understand it is restricted during the day but open at night for us peons. I don't know if they'll have any classes though. I brought some of this equipment in last night. Want to go in?"

"I didn't see anyone else in the building. Is there?"

"Nope. The cleaning crew will be in tomorrow at eight, and then work begins on Monday morning. So we're the only humans in sight. Kind of reminds you of a bad slasher movie doesn't it?"

Kelli giggled. "Should I be worried about you? We just went through the kitchens after all. Did you pick up a big knife?"

"Worry only about your virtue, fair lady. Your body is sacred to me and a knife is certainly the last thing I would consider using on it."

They both laughed as they went into the room. Kelli was surprised at the elaborate machinery as well as at her bantering and responses to John's cornball chivalry. "What's in there?" she asked pointing to a closed door in the back.

"I don't know. I didn't go in there last night. Let's find out," John said he pushed it open. Both were very surprised to discover a sauna and whirlpool spa inside.

"Wow. I couldn't imagine that they would put anything like this is a corporate office fitness room. God, that hot tub would feel good right now," Kelli said. "I just wish I had brought my swimsuit."

"What, never been skinny dipping before?" John asked with a broad smile.

"Not with a man before. We did once when I was in Girl Scouts, but that was when I was ten. That doesn't really count."

"I'll bet you look a little different now then when you were ten."

"Just a little." Kelli reached up and motioned to her breasts. "These grew somewhere along the way when I was about 13. Before that the neighborhood boys called me "Carpenter." She giggled. "It was the longest time before I knew that meant flat as a board."

"What about the rest of it?"

"What is the rest?"

John smiled. "Flat as a board and easy to nail," he said.

"Well, there have been a few men in my past. What about you?"

"Nope. Never been with a man before," he replied, trying hard to keep a straight face.

"I'd hope not. I can't imagine that I'd ever consider skinny dipping with someone who only liked boys. That wouldn't be any fun at all." Kelli reached over and lifted the top on the tub. Heat rushed out and welcomed her. "Looks like they even turned it on for us."

John decided to let the obvious joke pass. "So are you considering it? Skinny dipping, I mean. You get anything you want, after all."

"Anything?" she said as she looked into his eyes.

He nodded. She reached up and unbuttoned her top button. "My last boyfriend was selfish," she said. "All he wanted was for me to go down on him, then get it in me quickly so he could go to sleep. He always came too fast and quit."

"What brought that out?"

"Are all men like that?"

"Some men are. I know a lot of guys who are only interested in keeping score. I always figured that quality mattered more than quantity. And if the quality was good enough, the quantity would be all you could handle."

"What, no joke for that one? I'm disappointed."

"I think we're talking about more than skinny dipping in a hot tub."

"We're talking about anything I like, remember?"

Kelli pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. John just stood there and looked at her breasts covered by a thin white bra.

"My God, but you are beautiful."

"Your turn," Kelli said with a shy smile.

"What do you want to see?" John asked, smiling.

"Right now I want to see your back. I've always loved to watch a man take his shirt off. I love to see the muscles move."

"Your wish is my command," John replied as he turned around and pulled his t-shirt over his head. When he turned back, Kelli's jeans were on the floor by her shirt.

"If you get in there wearing white panties I'll see through them anyway."

Kelli giggled as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, dropping it with her other discarded clothing. "If you want to see the rest you'll have to go first."

John stripped off his jeans and underwear, almost losing his balance and falling into the tub in the process. Eventually he stood in front of her naked, his member quivering and strengthening slightly with anticipation. Kelli laughed and pulled off her panties, raising her hands above her head and singing "Ta-Da" when she was done. "What do I get if I'm the first one in?" she asked.

John couldn't resist the temptation to look at her completely. "Beautiful," he said softly. "Go ahead. You already get anything you want."

They climbed in the tub and settled in on the same side, close enough but not yet touching.

"Anything I want?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me about your first time."

"Will you tell me about yours after that?"

"Mum-huh," she said with a nod.

"It wasn't really very special. I played basketball in high school and I was dating a cute little brunette cheerleader wannabe named Carla. Carla was a great girl, just a little unsure of what she wanted. I'd been pushing her to have sex for a month or so but she hadn't given in yet." John looked over at Kelli. Her eyes were closed and he could just barely see the tops of her aureole above the surging water. It was all he could do to resist the temptation to reach out and touch her. He looked at her for a second and noticed that her hands were both under the water and her shoulders were moving slowly. "We'd done a few things, hand jobs mostly, on a few dates but she had never let me even see her naked. The night we were playing Warwick High she came down to the bench just before the game and told me that she'd do it with me if we won."

"So you were a jock?"

"Second string." John looked at her again and smiled. "It was a motivation thing I guess. We hadn't beaten them in 6 years. Our school was never really a basketball powerhouse you see. The championship for us was the Warwick game. So anyway, she said that she'd put out that night after the game if we won. Man, I played hard that night. At halftime we were down by 3 points. When I came out of the locker room for the second half she mouthed 'Remember my promise' to me. I waved her over and told her that if I made my first shot she had to go to the restroom and take her panties off." John laughed. "I've always been one for anticipation. I made my first shot and a few minutes later the coach pulled me out for a breather. I looked up at her and she held out her hand and there was some fabric in it. I couldn't really tell whether they were her panties or not, but the rest of the game I kept imagining what she looked like. God I wished she was wearing a skirt instead of jeans."

"Does that do it for you? Knowing that a woman isn't wearing any panties?"

"Oh yeah. Let's say that I'm going out on a date with a woman. If she told me that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt, damn, I'd have a raging hard on the whole night and be trying to get a look up her skirt."

"Peeping Tom. Voyeur."

"Damn right." John looked over at her again. This time Kelli was looking right at him and not trying to hide the fact that she was touching herself. As the swirling water covered and uncovered her breasts he noticed that her nipples were hard.

"But you're getting me off track. When time ran out we were tied at 53 points. We went into overtime. I had visions of making the game winning point and then making love with this girl. Well, I fouled out of the game with a minute left but Mike Phillips put us ahead with nine seconds left. Warwick tried one last desperation shot but missed. So we won and I got laid for the first time."

Kelli looked at him and stopped moving. "Hey, that's not fair. I wanted to hear about the sex, not the game."

John smiled. "You have beautiful breasts. Just like I imagined them to be."

"Get your mind off my breasts for a minute. You said I get anything I want. I want to hear the details."

"Carla came down to the court and gave me a hug. I asked her if that was really her panties she showed me earlier. She smiled and nodded and reached into her pocket and put them in my hand. Damn that was tough. I told her that they were mine now and she'd never see them again." He chuckled softly. "She just nodded and told me that she'd meet me in the parking lot after I showered." John laughed again. "Imagine a teenage boy who was still a virgin. His girlfriend puts her panties into his hand while he's wearing thin basketball shorts. With no pockets in them I might add." Kelli broke out laughing and John noticed that her shoulders had stopped moving. "I'm still not sure how I managed to hide my erection or those panties from the crowd or the other guys in the locker room. But let's just say that I took the shortest shower in history and was in the parking lot looking for Carla in record time."

"Did you wash behind your ears?"

"Yes indeed. And a few other places as well. I finally found her sitting on a curb near my car. When I ran over to her she put her bra in my hand. God I was hard then. I don't think I've ever been so hard." He reached down and stroked himself. "Except maybe right now. I've never told this story to a woman before. Especially one I'm naked in a hot tub with."

"Keep going. If you stop now I'll get dressed and leave."

"That'd be like high school all over again. Do you girls know what you do to guys in school? A teenaged guy gets hard when he sees a glimpse of panties under a girl's skirt in class. Do you all take classes in teasing?"

"Yes we do. It's called 'Men 101' and they teach it in girl's health class. Teasing is an art form when done properly." She stopped and looked at him. "I never realized how much a skirt shows sometimes until I was in college. I was a TA for a while and some of the girls would let their legs open a little when they got involved in a test or something. I asked the professor about it once and he just mumbled something about job perks and told me to get my mind out of the gutter. Do all men like looking up a girl's skirt?"

"Only the straight ones. You're interrupting me again."

"Sorry."

"Where was I?"

Kelli took his hand in hers and then placed it on his shaft. "About there."

"Oh yeah," he said as he began gliding up and down again. "Well, we tried to figure out somewhere to go. Our houses were out since both sets of parents would be home. I pushed for the local beach spot on the river, but she said that everybody would be there and she didn't want her first time to be public. That was the first time she had told me she was a virgin."

"You didn't know before that?"

"I figured that she probably was since we hadn't gone much farther than a little rubbing, but we hadn't really discussed it. If she had brought it up then I'd have to either lie or admit my own non-coital condition."

"And that's against the guy code."

"Exactly. So anyway we finally settled on a boat dock a few miles from school. We thought that maybe there'd be a boat there we could get into for some padding. And if not at least it had a door so anyone would have to walk in to catch us. Carla slid over to me in the seat and I put my hand over her shoulders so that I could feel her breast." John laughed softly. "I nearly came before we got there."

"That early? What were you, a spoilsport or something?"

"No, I was eighteen and a virgin. Once we were finally at the dock I closed the door behind us and asked her to take the rest of her clothes off. She did, staring in my eyes the whole time." John squeezed a little harder. "I just wish there had been more light so I could see her better. I pulled off my shirt and sweats and just stood there with my dick pointed straight at her. She walked over and touched me and I almost blew right then. I asked her to go down on me first. She'd never done that and looked a little squeamish about it. But she did. Not a very good blowjob but I came so quickly it didn't matter. After that we laid down on this boat cover we found and began to touch each other again. Almost immediately I was hard again but I didn't know what to do next. Finally I just asked her if she wanted me to go down on her. Now I was hoping against hope that she'd say no because I didn't have any idea in hell what to do if she said yes. Of course she did say yes. So I put my head between her legs and starting drawing the alphabet with my tongue."

Kelli snorted. "Where did you get that idea from?"

"Locker room talk. Some of the guys were sleeping with someone and would tell tales. So that's what I did. I couldn't have been very good at it because I kind of lost track and started to repeat letters somewhere around M. I guess I was okay though since Carla came somewhere around S."

"S for sex, huh?"

"I guess. Although it could have been R for rookie, I'm not sure." They both giggled. "I've still never had a woman tell me exactly how to do that. Will you give me a lesson since you used to be a TA?"

"Only in the interests of furthering the cause of all pleasure for all women. Now finish your story. What happened next?"

John looked over and saw that her breasts were fully out of the water and she was moving her arms faster than before. "I had all these fantasies about positions. Doggie, her on top, up against the wall. You know what a teenage guy has in mind. The problem was that we were a little worried about getting caught and the dock was, uh, shall we say, a little uncomfortable, so I just wound up in plain old missionary position. I wasn't exactly sure what to do. I got on top and between her legs and found the right spot. I had just pushed inside her when I remembered that I didn't have a rubber on." He chuckled. "I was so excited after the game that I hadn't stopped to get any and of course I wasn't expecting to have sex that night. I pulled out and she asked me why. I told her that I didn't have any protection and she got this sad look on her face. She didn't have any either. I started to get a little mad since this was her idea after all and she should have been prepared, but then I realized that I was getting laid after all those fantasies and wet dreams and it was no time to get mad. So I pushed in 3 or 4 times until I felt it start to build again. That's when I pulled out and rolled off of her and she finished me off by hand. We had done that before and that's why my first time wasn't all that special." John laughed and stroked himself again. "But at least I got to find out what the inside of a woman felt like. And to see her naked even if the light was bad. I had never even seen a naked girl before, you see."

"Not ever? Not even pictures?"

"Oh yeah, I had seen some pictures. Magazines that the guys would bring to school and stuff. But my father was very religious and we didn't have a computer so I guess my childhood was sheltered. I meant the first time I had seen a real live naked girl."

"Oh. Did you do anything for her after she got you off the second time?"

"Yeah, I got her off the same way. But I could tell that it wasn't very good for her either. Probably for the same reason it wasn't that good for me. All that buildup and no real new stuff."

"Did you take rubbers on your next date?"

"Yeah. But I guess neither of us ever got past the disappointment of that night. We went out a time or two after that but there was nothing going for us. I never even got to pull them out of my pocket. A couple of weeks later I heard through the grapevine that she was fucking some science geek and I never saw her much after that."

John looked up as he felt Kelli come closer to him. She sat on his lap and hugged him tightly. The feel of her breasts on his chest and her hips on his erection was exquisite. He let his hand drop low on her back so that he could feel her cleavage.

"I'm sorry that it ended badly for you."

"Don't be. It was high school. I never had any intentions of marrying Carla. She was a little too abrasive for the long term. She was fun to go out with at a time in my life when that was the most important thing. High school guys always talk a big game and try hard to get into a girl's pants but maybe they try too hard. And guys like me never really expected to have sex anyway."

"Guys like you?"

"Yeah. The guys who weren't the stars of the team or the class president. For us that was a period of experimentation. I learned a lot from it and that's what was important."

Kelli smiled as she pulled away and sat back down. "So what did you learn?"

"Always have a rubber handy, even if you think you won't need it."

"And do you have one now?"

"You're damn right I do."

"Get it."

"Not yet. You still have to tell me about your first time."

Kelli reached over and grasped his erection. John inhaled sharply. "Think you can wait that long?"

"I'm not a teenager anymore. Another thing I learned that night is that the anticipation is half the fun."

She stroked him a few times and murmured her agreement. "But if you keep doing that there won't be much more anticipation," he said.

She laughed and let go. "I assume that you don't mind if I touch myself?" she asked.

"Hell, I'm counting on it," he said as he grasped himself again.

"I've never seen a man masturbate before."

John got out of the water and sat on the edge of the spa, his feet still in the swirls. He took his dick in his hand and stroked slowly, curling his palm around the shaft and moving up and down with no real rhythm. Kelli came over and sat next to him and laid her head on his thigh just a few inches away. John's hand moved a little faster and he squeezed a little harder. "I love the way a man's dick looks," Kelli said. "The color, the way the veins pop out when they become erect. The little drops of fluid that come out to lubricate it." She sighed heavily with an open mouth. "I've just never been with a man who would let me watch him."

"Hey, you give me your lesson and I'll give you mine. Now I'm going to stop this while you talk."

"Don't."

"I have to."

"Damn. Just when I was really enjoying the show." John laughed as he slid back under the water. "Okay. 'My First Time', by Kelli Jacobs." Kelli closed her eyes and put her hands back into her lap. "It was a Saturday night. I had been working with the drama club on the fall play. I think we were doing a musical. I don't really remember. But the last show ended and we all went over to this guy's house for a cast party. The party was fun and there was some alcohol there. I hadn't really drunk much before, just wine with dinner with my parents a couple of times, and I got a little too tipsy. Well, my folks were away for the weekend on a trip and I had made arrangements to stay with a girlfriend. What my folks didn't know is that her folks were gone that weekend also." She giggled. "She planned on giving up her cherry to her boyfriend that weekend."

"If you tell me that your first time was with another girl I'm going to come right now."

"No it wasn't, silly. I've never done that. Why is it that guys have this thing about two women? I've see a couple of pornos and they all had at least one scene in it with two girls."

"All guys are voyeurs by nature. You women teach us that by teasing us so much. Short skirts, no bras, tight jeans."

"But why not just watch regular sex?"

"We do. Every chance we get. But we like to watch the forbidden. We always have curiousity about what is taboo. Don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess. A little. I do want to watch you masturbate. That's a little taboo."

"Same thing."

"Do you want to watch me?"

"The thought of watching you play with yourself is driving me crazy."

Kelli slid up on the edge of the tub and smiled. "No touching," she said as she wagged a finger at him.

"No touching me or you?"

"Me. I still get to watch my lesson, remember. But you can't come yet. Anticipation."

"Good. If you said I couldn't touch myself I'd go into the bathroom, jerk off alone and leave. Then you wouldn't get to watch." He reached down and started stroking himself again. "Do I get to touch you later?"

"If you don't one of us won't walk out of this building alive." She giggled. "Can you imagine the headline in the company newsletter? 'Naked Employee Found Dead in Fitness Room."

John laughed. "Film at 11. Now get on with your story."

"Okay. So there were about a few of us left at the party and we were all pretty drunk. My girlfriend and her boyfriend were making out on the couch and I wound up sitting on the floor with one girl and two other guys."

"Hot damn, a girl who lost her virginity at an orgy. It doesn't get any better than this."

"It wasn't an orgy and you're not letting me tell my story. Just rub your dick and shut up."

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's better. I like submissive men. I guess you were right earlier that all guys are voyeurs. I noticed that both of the guys there were sitting opposite of me and trying to get looks up my skirt. The other girl there was in jeans and they weren't paying nearly as much attention to her."

"Were you letting them see you?"

Kelli paused for a second and nodded. "I certainly wasn't doing anything to stop them from looking."
"What kind of panties were you wearing?"

"What do you have, a panty fetish?"

"Yep. What kind?"

"Solid color. Light blue I think."

"Thong, bikini, string, or grannies?"

"Grannies?"

"Yeah, grannies. The full kind that cover everything. Like your granny would wear."

"Bikini."

"Hot damn. Go on," he said as he continued to rub himself.

"Well anyway, these two guys were making suggestions most of the night, rubbing up against us girls when we danced together, things like that." She closed her eyes again. "At one point I got really daring and brushed my hand against a guy's crotch."

"Was he hard?"

"Yes, but I already knew that from dancing with him."

"How old were you?"

"Sixteen."

"Were you planning on having sex that night?"

"No. But I guess I knew that it might happen. Anyway these guys had been making suggestions all night…"

"What kind of suggestions?"

Kelli's hand started moving a little faster and she moaned softly. "Just like you were doing earlier."

"Is that what does it for you? Talking about it first?"

Kelli opened her eyes and looked at John's face. She started moving her hand faster and only nodded.

They sat in silence for a moment, Kelli rubbing her fingers up and down her slit. She moaned again and slowed down. "Well, eventually someone suggested that we play 'Truth Or Dare'…"

"God I love that game."

"Now who's interrupting? Shut up and play with yourself. And get back under the water before you distract me."

"Yes ma'am."

"Good boy. Anyway, we started out with little truths. What kind of underwear are you wearing, have you ever gone down on someone, have you ever done it, things like that. Eventually the other girl took a dare and she had to pull her shirt off and show her breasts. She giggled and did it. I knew we were going to have sex that night because she didn't put her shirt back on. She just sat there giggling with her tits shaking. I thought about leaving but I knew I didn't want to."

"Did the guys have hard ons yet?"

"Oh yeah."

"Hah! I always knew that girls looked despite what you all said."

"Of course I was looking. But the next dare was for one of them to show us. I had never even seen a picture of an erect man before. Only statues in art class and stuff. When he pulled his pants down and he just popped out erect and hard I had to get a closer look. So I got up on my hands and knees and crawled over to see better."

"Thus begins the lifelong fascination with erect male genitalia. And you thought my panty fetish was strange."

"I guess. Well, what I didn't know was that my skirt had ridden up in back." Kelli giggled and began to push a finger inside herself. "There I was, on my hands and knees, flashing my pretty blue panties at the world, staring at this guy's erect dick from a distance of about a foot or so." She stopped masturbating for a moment. "No, I wasn't just staring at it. I was studying it like I had to know it for the SATs or something. I wanted to memorize every inch of it, every part. I was fascinated with it. I just stayed there with my mouth hanging open and looked at it. I don't even know how long I was looking. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it and started to move it around, but he stopped me and told me to lick it instead. I couldn't speak so I just shook my head no but he turned it into a dare. So I did. He closed his eyes and moaned and I just licked his dick for a minute or two. I think that I took it into my mouth once but I stopped when I felt a hand on my butt."

"Were you wet?"

"Yes. Very wet," she said is a very soft voice. She began thrusting into herself harder still. "I got wet the second I moved close to him."

"Who had their hand on your butt?"

She looked at him and smiled. "It certainly wasn't Heather. It was George, the other guy there. He was fingering me through my panties."

"God I wished I had seen you like that."

"Why?"

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"No I'm not."

John leaned over and kissed her. "Yes you are. The thought of you crawling there in your little blue bikini panties, wet, sixteen and a virgin…just the image in my mind is almost enough to make me come. You are the most beautiful and the sexiest woman on earth. No one has ever gotten me this hot before."

"You forgot the extra 25 pounds I'm carrying."

"Only in all the right places. Who needs anorexic supermodels?" He moved back to his spot and put both of his hands behind his head. "Go on with your story."

She stopped moving and looked at him. "Do you like redheads?"

"Until this evening I had never really thought about it. I've always preferred brunettes. Until this minute."

"What's different?"

He paused for a second. "Your skin tone matches your hair better. Brunettes always get too tanned in the summer. In pictures I always thought that a redhead had pubic hair that was too light. Now I realize that it is an advantage, not a drawback."

"Do you like a woman who shaves there?"

"Trims, not shaves. I want to know I'm with a woman and not a little girl."

She closed her eyes again and started thrusting her finger inside herself furiously for a moment, then slowed down again. "Well, I backed off a little then but we all knew where it was going. We eventually dared each other to strip. Soon all four of us were sitting there naked." She put two fingers inside herself and moaned slightly. Her eyes were still closed. "I dared Bruce to go down on me." She giggled again and opened her eyes. "I actually looked at him and said 'I dare you to eat my pussy'. I can't believe I used that word."

"Is there a better word?"

Kelli stopped her hand again. "What do you mean?"

"Pussy. What word would be better? Vagina is too scientific for that moment. Imagine it. 'Bruce, I dare you to perform cunnilingus on my vagina.' What a moment killer that would be."

"Yeah, I know. And the romance novels all call it a woman's sex without using a good word. And cunt is always crude, no mater what."

"Exactly. So what is a good word?"

"I don't know. I mean dick and cock don't sound so bad. I guess there just isn't a good word for that part when a woman wants sex." She paused for a moment and then began to thrust her finger inside again, an occasional soft moan escaping from her lips. John found himself torn between watching her masturbate and watching her face.

"Maybe he did the alphabet thing, like you did with Carla. He probably made it to C before I came. George dared Heather to blow him and she did. He came all over her face and chest. Heather just smiled like a cat with a bowl of cream and rubbed it off on a paper towel. Bruce dared her to swallow it first but she wouldn't. He said that she had to do anything he wanted since she refused the dare. She asked him what he wanted and he said that he wanted to fuck her right there with everyone watching. So she just spread her legs and said come on. He climbed on and fucked her right there." A third finger went inside. "God it was exciting. He just climbed onto her and shoved his dick into her pussy. And she loved it. And I loved it. I couldn't stop myself from watching. And maybe that is the right word after all. Pussy." She rammed her fingers in and left them there. "It was the first time I had seen an erect dick and I was just blown away that the two of them would do that. I was also a little pissed off because I had been trying to get Bruce's attention for weeks. He just climbed on, put that beautiful dick inside her and started pumping. No foreplay, no nothing."

"What do you think the game was?"

She stopped fingering herself. "What do you mean?"

"The game was the foreplay. You said that you were already wet. Heather had to be wet too."

"Yeah. I never really thought of it that way but I guess you're right." She began slowly sliding her fingers in and out of herself again. "They were both moaning and bucking. Bruce came first and rolled off of her. Heather just kept fingering herself until she came, too."

"What was George doing through all of this?"

Kelli looked at him and smiled as she kept fingering herself slowly. "I was wondering when you'd ask about him, you pervert."

"Whose idea was it to talk about first times in graphic detail?"

"Okay, so we're both perverted." She stopped talking and began to plunge her fingers in and out faster than before. After a moment she slowed back down and went on. "George had moved over to me and was rubbing me between my legs. He put his fingers inside me. God that felt fantastic. I had masturbated a few times before that but I had never had anything inside me. I came about the same time Heather did. I took George's cock in my hands and started pumping him. He stopped me after a stroke or two and rolled me over on my stomach and lifted my butt in the air. He took me from behind."

"God. Doggie style for your first time. I love it."

"He just thrust in and out of me for a few seconds and came. I remember thinking that I wanted more but he was done. I just wanted to come and come and come." Kelli began fucking herself hard with her fingers and moaned softly. John watched as she shuddered with the force of her orgasm. "Not bad for a first time, huh?"

"Pretty good from where I sit. Did Bruce take you, too?"

"Not that night. A week or two later I went out with him and we did it in the backseat of his car. No magic, though. Just a quick romp with nothing else going for it."

"What about your girlfriend? The one you were staying with."

"After George was done with me I looked over and her boyfriend was on top of her. I wanted to go over and watch but I wasn't too steady right then. I don't know if it was the alcohol or all the sex, but my legs were too weak to move. They were done before I could."

"Did you ever watch them later?"

"No. That night was the only time I've watched people make love."

John reached out and cupped her breast, rolling her nipple through his fingers slowly. "Did you like doing it with other people watching? That first time, I mean."

"Yes. I think that was more of a turn on than the sex itself. George was in and out and Bruce was a big disappointment later."

"Did you get off watching Bruce fuck Heather?"

"Yes," she said very softly as she closed her eyes and lifted her hand to touch her other breast.

John took her nipple in his mouth, rubbing his tongue over it and sucking softly.

He trailed his tongue down her belly and stopped when he got to her navel. "I can't believe how hard I am right now. I've never wanted a woman this much."

"Are you as hard as that night with Carla?"
"Harder. I feel like I could split a tree. But I want that lesson you promised first," he said as his tongue trailed slowly downwards.

She smiled at him. "You start by going a few inches lower. A little lower than that. Now the thighs. That's right. Stay there for…just… oh God… that's it."

He swirled his tongue on her outer lips and pulled them gently into his mouth. His fingers reached up and began caressing her opening. As he reached out to touch her clit with his tongue she jerked and leaned back with her upper body against the wall. John probed inside her with his fingers and sucked gently on her hard bud at the same time. As he slid into a rhythm with fingers and tongue, he felt Kelli's legs tighten around his head and the muscles inside clench his fingers. When she relaxed he pulled back and sat on the side of the tub again, leaving only his feet in the water. "Well, the instructor left the class a little early, but I think I did okay. Did I pass the final, ma'am?"

"Not yet. That was only the midterm. You're going to have to study hard for the final." She giggled and moved over to him. "Or maybe I should study a hard on."

"That's only fair," he said as he sat on the side of the tub again and began to stroke himself. Kelli laid her head on his thigh in the same spot she had earlier. Having a woman's face a mere six inches from his erection as he rubbed himself was the most intense felling John had ever had. She reached out and cupped his balls as he jerked off, his pace becoming faster as he got closer. As he rubbed harder and faster she touched that sensitive spot right behind his balls and he came, a load exclamation trailing off as his jerking stopped.

Kelli got up and kissed him softly "Thank you. Now stay there," she said as she went into the front room and came back with a towel.

"Watching you walk is such fun."

She smiled at the compliment and tossed the towel over to her pile of clothing when she was done with it. "I guess we'd better take that one with us," she said with a grin. "After all we wouldn't want the cleaning crew to find it." Her smile faded. "I want you inside me. How long do we have to wait?"

"That depends on you. A little help is all I need."

Kelli walked out to the exercise area, looked out and then turned around. "Come with me," she said.

The sight of her naked body walking ahead of him already had John quivering again. Kelli placed an exercise mat on the floor and motioned him over to it. John lay down and she took him into her mouth. She sucked softly, moving her head up and down the shaft. As he began to harden again and became too big to fit completely in her mouth she began pumping with her right hand. When he was fully erect again she looked at him. "Better get than condom," she said.

"I can't."

"If you've teased me this far and don't have a rubber I'm going into the kitchen and get that knife to cut it off with. Then I really will have something to look at later."

He reached down and covered his dick with his hands. "It's in my desk," he said.

"Let's go. Are you sure there isn't anyone else here?"

"Yes."

"I'm almost sorry about that." Kelli took him by the hand as they went back upstairs. He retrieved the condom from his desk, handed it to her and walked over to a couch in the waiting area. She got on her knees and after a few strokes with her hand and tongue had him hard again. She unrolled the condom onto him, pushed him back onto the couch, straddled him and slowly lowered himself onto him. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. John reached up and caressed both of her breasts, moaning the whole time. As she moved above him waves he had never felt before traveled through him. Kelli arched her back and placed her hands on top of his and pushed her breasts into his palms. He felt a tear escape from his eyes. They started slowly at first then faster as he began to move inside her, eventually falling into an almost frantic rhythm. Sounds escaped their throats as they came closer. "Do you want me to come now or slow down?" John asked when he felt himself near the edge of orgasm.

"Now. Oh God, if you stop I'll scream. Keep going…."

He exploded inside of her and she around him, her cries echoing his as they both shook with the intensity of the orgasm. They kissed deeply, tongues circling each other. "No, don't pull away. Not yet," she whispered. "Stay as long as you can." As he softened and fell out Kelli collapsed on the couch beside him.

When Kelli opened her eyes again John had his pants on and was pulling on his shirt. "I'm sorry you woke up. The sight of you on that couch was fantastic," he said as he pointed to her clothes.

"You really think so?"

"Yes."

She reached out and touched his chest. He shook his head slowly. "It's almost dawn. Grandma will be here with the vacuum cleaner in a few minutes."

She began to sort through the pile. "Thanks for bringing my clothes up for me. But something seems to be missing. Where are my panties?"

"They've been taken hostage in my pocket."

"What do I have to do to get them back?"
"Oh you'll never see them alive again. But you might be able to convince me to buy you more."

She got up and walked over to him. She was still naked, and her hips and breasts were swaying softly as she moved.

"God I love to watch you walk."

She kissed him deeply, pressing her breasts and hips against him. She felt him stir slightly. "That get me anything?" she asked as she pulled away.

He reached up and touched her face. "Definitely. What are you doing tonight?"

She shook her head. "I can't tonight."

"Oh."

"Don't be sad. Remember the anticipation."

He smiled at her and cupped a breast. "Should I just bring you a new pair when I come to work on Monday?"

"Sure." She kissed him once again and then turned to go back to the couch. "I guess that means that I won't be wearing any panties that day."

An Argument at Work Revisited

2008-06-28T23:12:00.000+07:00

An Argument at Work Revisited
by Jimflint80 ©

We've just had our Christmas drinks party at work, and it has been memorable… to say the least!

Rebecca who works in IT – with whom I had found an enjoyable way to settle an argument – was there, and she looked stunning.

She came into the bar wearing a pair of black jeans over some stiletto boots, and under her coat she wore a very tight red top that laced up the front, exaggerating her gorgeous cleavage.

We had all had a few drinks, and by 10.30 most people were reeling with alcohol, all at the company's expense!

I can't actually remember how it happened, but Rebecca and I found ourselves alone, sitting opposite each other in one of the more secluded seating booths in the pub.

"I have to admit that you do look stunning tonight" I whispered.

She smiled "I was hoping that it was me that was having an effect…." I then felt the tip of one of her boots run the length of my cock, which was growing harder under my trousers.

She raised her glass "Here's to the most rampant screw I've ever had!" she whispered.

"I'll drink to that" I responded "and to more arguments in the board room!"

Rebecca winked, and she moved around the booth to sit closer to me.

We both watched our colleagues getting more and more drunk, and making complete arses of themselves. It did raise the odd laugh, and we both agreed that now would be a superb time to have a video camera.

I felt Rebecca's hand on my left leg, and she stroked gently as we both stared, entranced at our workmates making fools of themselves. I got slightly distracted though when Beccy moved her hand up to my groin and without further ado, proceeded to unbutton my flies.

Her had slid gently into my trousers, and I felt her sharp fingernails rake softly through my pubes, before her slender fingers closed around the base of my, now, throbbing shaft.

"So, what say you try & split me in half with this thing again?" she whispered sexy.

"What, here on the table?" I quizzed

"No; that's a little too public… but there's a nice corridor out the back." She whispered, squeezing the base of my cock tightly.

"Are you talking about the pub's back corridor, or yours?!" I teased.

She smiled and raised an eyebrow "Now that could be a nice boast … I've been taken in two back passages at the same time!!" thoughts were racing through her mind, and I could see a twinkle in her eye.

"I was actually kidding!" but she stopped me, and she tightened her grip on my cock yet more.

"I've never known a bloke to not like the idea of butt fucking a woman, why would you be any different" she quizzed, teasingly "and I do actually like it."

I was so turned on that I was worried I might explode in her tight grip there and then.

She smiled again "Come on; let's go celebrate Christmas!" she winked, and then slowly did my flies back up.

She led the way, and I followed behind her, slipping casually through our melee of colleagues, and going completely unnoticed.

As the door to the corridor closed behind us, the noise level dropped considerably. Beccy led me just round the corner, so we couldn't be seen by anyone looking through the window in the door.

She pushed me up against the wall, and we kissed, slowly and passionately. Her fingers, trembling, fumbled with my flies once more, and she opened my trousers up.

"Hmm no underwear… I like your style" she whispered huskily

I reached down and undid the zip to her jeans, and slid them down just past her bottom. Beccy gasped as the cool air invaded her intimate areas.

"Hmm – thong… I like your style too!" I replied.

Beccy smiled and sniggered. She stood on tip toes, and guided my cock between her legs, allowing my glistening glans to probe at her scantily clad orifice. She moved her hips gently making my cock probe hard at her cunt. The atmosphere was electric, and we were both being driven completely by our animal instincts.

Beccy then turned around slowly, looking over her shoulder at me, before she slowly bent over, sliding her thong down her legs. I spread my legs slightly and she reversed towards me, reaching behind her trying to locate my solid cock.

I was positively aching, my throbbing cock swollen to it's peak ready to penetrate deep into this sexy woman. As her hands located it, and closed around it, I closed my eyes in blissful anticipation.

"Let's get you wet.." she whispered, and I looked down to watch my cock touch her swollen and moist labia. Beccy sighed, and rocked backwards towards me. I watched as her lips spread, allowing my cock's tip to slip into her, and she groaned softly as her pussy expanded, allowing my member to enter her.

She rocked her pelvis, my cock moving in and out of her, and then she moved forward, allowing me to slip, soaking, from inside her.

"I had almost forgotten how good you felt inside me" she whispered.

This time as she moved, she guided my swollen organ to her tight, wrinkled sphincter.

I licked some saliva onto my fingers, and rubbed it around and into her tight hole, and then I put my hands on her waist.

She moved backwards slowly but surely, forcing the tip of my cock to part her, and begin to enter her.

She started to breath rapidly, almost gasping for breath, when in one smooth movement she pushed backwards towards me, and my cock slid deep into her.

She rocked for a moment on her heels, and then sighed "Shit, you're bigger than I remember" Beccy then groaned softly "That really does feel fucking incredible".

I started to move her to and from me, my hands holding her slim waist firmly, and I watched as my cock slid to and fro from her gorgeous butt.

Slowly Beccy stood up, and I changed my motion, doing most of it with my legs. I kept fucking her, as I let the animal instincts take over and drive my cock home more vigorously with every thrust.

Beccy groaned as quietly as she could, so as not to arouse suspicions, and she held my right hand.

As I fucked her, she guided my hand downwards and onto her perfectly smooth mound. My fingertips found and focussed on her rigid clitoris. I'd never felt one this hard, and as I touched it, she wobbled on her heels, barely able to stand up.

"Fucking hell Jim" she whispered "I'm …. I'm.. fuck..ing hell … Jim I'm cumming!!" Beccy shuddered and bucked wildly as the orgasm tore through her body, and it took a lot of my strength to stop her from falling over.

As she slowly came off the peak, and calmed back down, she turned slightly and looked over her shoulder.

She smiled a very sexy smile and winked "Now, I want you to fuck me, pound me, and bugger me as hard as you can. All I want is to feel is your cum filling me, and you losing control" She smiled again, and bent over sexily, with my cock still embedded in her arse.

I set to. With my hands gripping her waist tightly, I screwed her as hard and fast as I could, my balls slapping against her pussy with every thrust, and my hips slapping against her firm buttocks.

It didn't take long; what with my aroused state, and the fact that we could be caught at any moment. I felt the sensation between my legs growing, and in moments my cock expanded yet more, deep inside Beccy, and I jolted. My balls contracted, and I injected my thick seed deep into her arse.

I then felt Beccy shudder once more, her sphincter pulsating round my cock as another orgasm coursed through her body.

She immediately slipped off my cock and as she turned around to face me, she pulled her thong and jeans back up.

Gasping for breath, and very flushed, she kissed me.

"What say we call it a night here, and you come back to my place?" she whispered.

I pulled up my trousers, and smiled.

"That sounds like a proposition" I said.

"Let's just say that I want to wake up tomorrow morning, half asleep, and sore from you fucking me all night long.."

With that we beat a hasty retreat, and leapt into cab.

The rest of the evening is another story!

An Angel's Suprise

2008-06-28T12:42:00.000+07:00

An Angel's Suprise
by GillianAni ©

Well...it has been one of "THOSE" days at work and I am tired. All I want to do is come home, climb into your lap and feel your arms go around me as you reassure me that everything will be fine.

I open the door expecting to see you slouched out on the couch with your favorite beer in hand, waiting for me, but the den is oddly silent. I set my briefcase in the kitchen and slip off my shoes and go in search for you.

I finally find you in the bedroom. You are in your boxers and your hair is wet. You must have just gotten out of the shower and fell asleep waiting for me. I see that you must be dreaming. There is a small smile on your face and you are semi-aroused. I can see the tip of your cock protruding ever so slightly from your boxers. This brings a smile to my face as I begin to undress quickly and quietly.

Once I am fully nude, I climb into bed with you and just watch you sleep for a few moments. You are so wonderfully relaxed and look beautiful, as you lie there unaware that I am watching you sleep.

I can wait no longer. I slide down the bed until I am lightly breathing in your scent and begin to nuzzle your cock with my face. I hear you moan softly and at that moment, I take the tip of your cock in to my mouth and gently run my tongue around it. I feel your breathing become deeper and your cock slowly starts to harden under my gentle touch. As I feel you getting harder, I start to slowly take more of your cock down my throat and suck with a little more pressure. At the sign of the wonderful pressure that I am giving your cock, I can feel you become more and more aware of what is taking place.

You are finally awake and your fingers are entwined in my hair, guiding the movements of my mouth and tongue in ways that will give you ultimate satisfaction. I can feel you getting nearer and nearer to your orgasm. You suddenly pull me up so that I am lying completely atop your body. You whisper against my lips, "That was the best wake up call that I have ever received Angel." With those words, you bestow upon me the sweetest kiss imaginable.

By this time, I am so very aroused and deepen the kiss to tell you how much that I want to feel you deep inside of me. You can feel the urgency in my kisses and respond in kind. You can feel your hard cock teasing my clit as I slowly rock my body against yours. You can feel the wetness that surrounds the tip and you slowly begin to slide deeply into my tight and waiting pussy.

As you slide deeply within my body, I capture your lips in passionate kiss. You can feel the soft and breathy moans that are coming from within my throat and this spurns you to thrust gently again and again. My body is on fire and I slowly sit upon you so that I feel all of your hard cock deep with in my pussy. I ride you slowly, moving just enough to tease us both. You soon tire of this teasing and roll the both of us until you have gained the dominant position and thrust deeply into my wet and waiting pussy. This elicits a deep moan from my throat and you feel my nails sink into you at your waist and slowly move up and down your back as you continue to thrust deeply and slowly. I feel you moan at the sharp pleasure that my nails are giving you. You reach between our bodies to stroke my clit. At your touch, I reach up to kiss you deeply and move against you faster. You can sense that I will be cumming soon. You thrust harder and harder as you finger my clit faster and faster. I whisper into your ear, "I am going to cum Sweetness." At my words, you kiss me deeply and that sparks my orgasm.

You feel me hold you tightly to my body in a fierce hug as my pussy squeezes you tightly over and over again. This is more than you can handle as you helplessly begin to cum deep within me until I have milked you dry.

I hold you close to me, gently kissing your temple and smoothing your hair away from your face. After a few moments, you look up at me and smile..."Welcome Home Angel".

Amish Delight

2008-06-27T10:14:00.001+07:00

Amish Delight
by nitengale ©

Contemplating meeting Jakob Lapp again makes me very apprehensive. As a social worker assigned to monitor his child’s educational process in the town’s school system, my first confrontation with him was anything but pleasurable. He had come into my office to sign paperwork removing his son from school. In my attempts to find out his reasoning for this act, an argument ensued between us and he left without completing the necessary paperwork. Now I found myself on the way to his farm to finish the process. Dealing with the Amish always gives me a headache. They can be so controlling.

When I arrived at their farm, I could see Mrs. Lapp in the front yard and wondered if it might be easier to deal with her. Maybe we could connect as women. As I drove up closer to the house, I saw her take notice of my car and she then headed towards the house. I quickly turned off the engine and opened the car door calling out to her.

“Mrs. Lapp, wait a minute,” I yelled out to her.

She turned and stopped. Waiting for me, she set down her garden tools.

“Can I help you?” she asked me.

“I need to talk to you and your husband about Daniel leaving the school.”

“My husband will talk to you. He is in charge of that decision. He is in the barn.”

Mrs. Lapp turned and headed into the house. She had attended the first meeting I had with the Lapps, but did not say anything during the entire time period we met, and at the time I had thought that unusual. Amish mothers were usually more in touch with the education of their children, but whatever the issue was, she did not seem to be in agreement with her husband. I wondered at the time if she even knew Jakob’s reason for pulling Daniel out of school. I headed in the direction of the barn, hoping I would get somewhere with Jakob today. As I walked to the barn, I pondered my decision in joining the educational team in this community.

When I got to the barn, I heard what sounded like someone sawing wood with a manual saw. I entered the barn, and had to adjust my eyes to the poor lighting that came from a few lit lanterns hanging from beams above my head. I followed the sounds, and soon came upon Jakob.

Jakob is a large man, tall and muscular. His powerful looking build was the result of constant hours of manual labor needed to run and manage his farm of 100 acres. Similar to those in his community, he always wears drab dark colors and maintains a cropped hair style and full beard, but neatly trimmed. His hands are noticeably large and rough in appearance. If I was telling a friend about Jakob, I would describe him as an attractive man, but with his unvarying scowl, it was hard to notice any of his better qualities at first glance. He was very intent in his work, and I had to come within a few feet of him before he heard me call out his name.

“What do you want?” he immediately asked.

“Mr. Lapp, we need to finish the paperwork if you want Daniel to leave the school system, removing him from our rosters. But before you do, I would like to know why you suddenly feel he has to leave.”

Jakob set down the saw and moved towards me, and for a brief second I felt slightly anxious. His size overwhelmed me, and his anger was obvious.
“I do not owe you or the school an explanation. He is my son, and he will learn with the others in our school,” he said.

“I understand, but I am concerned since you have sent your other children to the public school in the past. I just wanted to make sure your son was okay.”

My hand instinctively went to his shoulder, my way of reassuring him. He pulled back, jerking his arm away. Taking a deep breath, he pointed to the papers and said, “If I sign the papers you will leave my farm right away and leave us alone?”

I promised him I would, but again wished he would let me know what was so wrong. I explained to him my sole interest was ensuring his son received a good education.

I could see him relax a bit, and I thought for a brief moment I might have finally gotten through to him. He took the papers from me and said, “I think it’s best for my Daniel to be closer to me. I am worried about the other boys making him do things he is not ready to do in life.”

“Did something happen at school?”

“Daniel is growing too fast. He is only 12, and I do not wish for him to be around those who wish to grow up too fast.”

“Mr. Lapp, if the boys have been doing something they shouldn’t, I should know. If others could get into trouble, or hurt, I must know.”

He shot me an apprehensive glance, and said, “The boys in the school have been out here with my Daniel, smoking, and, and…”

“Mr. Lapp, all boys that age attempt to smoke. I hardly think that is reason enough to take your Daniel out of school.”

“The boys are not good boys, and they do not need to be with my Daniel. I do not like that they teach him to waste his seed. Now you must go. I have said enough.” He pointed towards the door, urging me to use it.

The light went on. He had caught them masturbating. I wasn’t sure how to continue the discussion with an Amish man, so I thanked him for his time, and headed back to my car. Driving back towards town, and rethinking the dialog that had just transpired, I realized that I had forgotten to get the papers back from Jakob. God, that man aggravated me.

Sitting at my desk later that day, I tried to put Jakob and his backward way of thinking out of my head, although I found myself chuckling, almost out loud. What must he have said to those poor boys when he caught them in the act? And poor Daniel, being informed it was “bad” thing to do. Then my mind started wandering in a different direction, I wondered if Jakob did not practice the art of masturbation. This then lead to my thinking about how Jakob might be in the sack. Was sex just an act for procreation, or did he take it past this? Was it a quick in and out, like a duty that had to be performed? The Amish men were definitely not thought of as overactive sexual creatures to those outside their community.

Although Jakob aggravated me, I fantasized what it might be like to have those arms and legs wrapped around me. I needed to get these thoughts out of my head. But the more I tried, the more I thought about sex with Jakob. I was getting excited thinking about it. Good grief, Jakob could barely make eye contact with me, as if he feared seeing something he shouldn’t, and I was now focused in getting into his overalls.

I began to daydream about Jakob. Perhaps I would walk into the dimly lit barn, finding him working with his hands on a piece of farm machinery. I would move slowly towards him, circling him as I talked to him, like an animal stalking their prey, making him follow each movement. I’d wear that cute blue dress I have that buttons all the way down the front. I’d leave a few buttons undone, enough so that as I bent over to pick up something I might drop, my breasts would be exposed for his viewing. I’d make every attempt to get as close as possible, perhaps trying an attempt to lightly brush up against him with one of my breasts. Our eyes might meet for a fleeting second, but in that time, I would send out the message that I was like an animal in heat, and that I wanted him sexually. I wanted to show Jakob he could not always be in control. I suddenly felt the need to return to the Lapp farm.

The following week, after I had plenty of time to think about my sexual quest for Jakob, I headed back to the Lapp farm, but Daniel was not my main focus. Before leaving the car, I closed the top buttons on my blue dress. After a brief exchange with Mrs. Lapp, she told me I could again find Jakob in the barn. I’m sure Mrs. Lapp trusted her husband with an outsider. I headed in the direction of the barn, and as I walked the distance, I unbuttoned my top dress buttons. The dress was sheer, which would allow Jakob a peek at my hardening nipples.

As I entered the barn, I could see Jakob in the distance through the poor lighting. He was moving hay bales from one area to another. I licked my lips, and called out his name.

He moved towards me and held out the papers I had forgotten.

“You have come for these,” he said.

“Yes, I forgot them the other day. I apologize.”

“That is okay,” he said, looking right at me. “I am sorry I was rude to you. It was wrong.”

I looked back at him in bewilderment. Was this the same man that aggravated me the other day? As I put out my hand to take the paper, he placed the papers in my hand, but made no attempt to avoid touching my hand with his as he did. I took the papers, and thanked him.

He then said, “You must understand how I feel about my son.” He motioned for me to sit on one of the hay bales. “He is a young boy who needs to understand how to pick his friends. I do not like the boys he was with. I know young boys smoke. I did when I was his age too. But I am not tolerant of him wasting his seed in the presence of others.”

As I listened to Jakob discuss his son, I began to imagine him masturbating, by himself here in the barn. Being alone with him was turning me on. I knew my panties were becoming damp as the excitement built. What was it about him that excited me so? Was it because he was forbidden to me, because I was an outsider to his community? Or was it my attempt to be the one in control in this unusual relationship?

“Do you now understand my reasoning?” he asked me, bringing me back to our discussion.

I looked at Jakob and smiled. As I began my answer, I bent down to remove a piece of hay that was now pushing into my shoe, and with my head tilted up, looking straight ahead, my breasts were in full view for Jakob. His eyes moved to see my breasts as I had fantasized. What I did not consider was the next move that Jakob made.

He moved close to me and reached down to assist me remove the few stray pieces of hay that had been caught in my shoes. It was obvious his hands made an effort to touch mine again. As we made skin contact, I felt a surge of sexual energy pass through me. As he stooped in front of me, our eyes were now level, and he seemed to look right through me.

“Let me help you,” he offered.

“I should have worn other shoes,” I said looking back at him.

His hand then went to the top of my thigh, and as it did, I found myself moving my legs further apart. I thought I could smell the heat of my own sex.

“Mr. Lapp.”

This was all I could utter before he moved closer to me, and with his face inches from mine he said, “If you wish to have relations with me, tell me. I may be what you English call ‘a simple and plain’ man, but I am not stupid. I am a man. I know when a woman is in heat, and filled with desire.”

I could feel the heat of his breath on my face, and his eyes burned with a primal look of lust. If I didn’t want him as much as he now wanted me, I might have been afraid of him, but I found his ongoing control to be intoxicating.

“I want you Jakob.” This was the first time I had called him his given name.

He moved his hand up my thigh. I leaned back into the pile of hay that was behind me, enough to allow him more room to explore my sex. His hand went to the edge of my panties, lifted it, and moving his hand right into my slit, he found my wetness there to greet him.

“You are wet, with lust,” he said.

“Yes Jakob. I am wet because I want to feel you inside of me.”

I put my hand down next to his, and pushing his hand aside slightly, I gathered to my fingers my own wetness. I brought my fingers to his lips, tracing a finger across his bottom lip. Slowly I inserted a finger in his mouth.

“Taste me Jakob. Taste how much I want you.”

I was not sure if Jakob had ever tasted a woman’s pussy before, but he did not hesitate to taste mine. He moved his hand further under my panties, pushing into my pussy. Moving them in and out, he finally removed them and again tasted my juices. Jakob was becoming more turned on, which added to my own excitement.

He moved closer to me, and as he did, I moved to him, making an attempt to kiss him. His mouth came down on mine, hard, and his tongue parted my lips. Jakob was filled with want and desire. He was like an animal, his mouth crushing down harder with each breath he took. I was not sure at this point if he was filled with spontaneous lust or a growing sexual frenzy. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum with him. His power and control of the situation was overwhelming to me. I needed to be fucked, hard and fast. I was becoming like an animal myself.

“Fuck me Jakob, please fuck me.” I was begging. I moved my hips to remove my panties, Jakob was pulling open my dress aside now searching out my breasts. Our movements were frantic, and we both were now breathing in pants. As his mouth met my nipple, I could feel his harsh sucking immediately. I felt I was nearing a climax. The feeling of needing to be fucked was overpowering. Our moaning seemed to bounce off the walls of the barn.

“Jakob, please fuck me. Oh God please fuck me.”

My nipple was hard and I could feel pain as he sucked harder and harder. I needed him in me. I wanted him to penetrate me. I wanted him to fuck me like an animal. I reached for his cock, and could grab it easily through his pants. My other hand pulled at his suspenders, attempting to move them down. He then pushed away, and began taking his pants off. I pulled my dress off, and sat facing him in nothing but my bra now dangling from my shoulders.

He pulled me to my feet, and guided me towards a bale of hay. He picked up an old blanket off the floor, and threw it over the hay bale. He grabbed my arms and positioned me to face the bale.

“I want to fuck you too,” he said.

Hearing Jakob tell me he wanted to fuck me was such a turn on in itself. It was not so much the word, but knowing he should not even be looking at me with lustful eyes was all the more enticing. I leaned into the bale and could feel him move into me. I could feel him position his cock, and in no time, he was pushing deep in me. His breathing was coming in pants and I could hear him hold his breath every so often followed with grunting noises. He was thrusting deeper in me, and as he did, I moved to open my legs as wide as I could, while pushing my pelvis out to meet his. As his hands pulled my hips hard into him, he moved into me deeper and deeper.

“Ohhhhhh Jakob, harder, harder. Pleeease fuck my pussy harder.”

I begged, my own words and moaning becoming louder, hopefully driving him to take me even harder. I began to feel the rush of the climax race through me, and as I did, I could only yell out to Jakob to fuck me harder and harder. I felt like my pussy was on fire and I had no control over the spasms that moved through me. My legs felt like they could not hold me any longer with all the trembling I was doing.

Before long, I could hear Jakob emit animalistic cries of pleasure. His mouth came down on my back, and he began sucking on my skin. I could feel his own trembling as he pushed into me. He reached around and cupped my breast, and massaged it, as his climax seemed to wane. I tightened my wet walls around his cock, squeezing every drop of cum from him.

His cum and my own wetness were dripping from him as he pulled out of me. He pulled me up, and I moved to face him. There was a look of passion in his eyes, which had replaced all the previous anger I saw. His mouth again met mine, and his kissing was gentler, although the urgency of needing to kiss me was there.

He pulled me into his arms, and we stood holding each other for a few minutes.

For an act that was so wrong for us to do, we both knew it was right. It felt right, not like a sin. Our mutual enthusiasm for ensuring the best for his son came together in one explosion of excitement for each other.

After we both had dressed and I was leaving, with the papers in my hand, Jakob said to me, “I think we should meet again to discuss Daniel’s education. And soon.”

I looked at Jakob and asked him, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

He smiled slightly, and simply said, “Yes.”

I looked at Jakob, and for the first time I saw a man who was not so simple, or plain, but rather a complex individual who I wanted to explore more, and get to know better. Making it feel right was the fact that he wanted the same from me. As I walked back to the car, I began thinking about our next meeting.

I would return to the farm, and Mrs. Lapp would tell me Jakob was down in the barn, and as I walked down to see him, I felt the cool breeze blow up my dress, which always felt so exciting, especially when I was not wearing panties…