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Weekend for Fucking

Revenge, best served .....

She was so happy her family was leaving for the weekend to visit her husband's mom.  Her mind was some what fried from dealing with her husband's cheating ways that she had found out before Christmas of last year.  As she was thinking of all the things she could do while her home was empty - the idea started to form.

Since finding out about the cheating, she would not allow Trevor to touch her.  She was repulsed.  Because they had two boys (12 and 10), she figured she'd stick it out in a sexless marriage until the youngest graduated.  Then, she'd be free.  She was working with a lawyer to give her husband a tight proposal to ensure that she would have money and dignity at the end of this fiasco.  But what was also occurring was that her body was in serious need of a long hard fuck.  She felt that her nipples were constantly hard.  She felt that her pussy was always slick wanting something.  She became a masturbator by cause.

She decided to post on Craigslist for a naughty playmate, in Casual Encounters - all the while thinking it would be a perfect payback to her cheating husband.

She drafted, redrafted, tossed away and finally developed a listing.  The original post was as follows:

Wednesday, March 3, 2010 posted at 10:34 pm

"Playmate Required for Weekend Fun" (w4m) (42) (WestSide)

The family is away this weekend, and I am looking for a young playmate to keep me entertained, busy and renewed.  I am a fit 42 year old who is in a sexless marriage and desire a sensual and passionate encounter.Can you make me breathless?  You must be between the ages of 22 and 34, discreet, D&D free and a non-smoker.  Send me your reasons why I should pick you, and then, let's make this Real!

After her posting, she went for a shower.  She looked into the bedroom on her way down to the den, and her husband was on his side already fast asleep.  She logged on at 11:01 pm, and found an astonishing 35 emails in response!  Woohoo, she thought.  Her pussy was already eager for play.  Slick.  She read through each email.  Deleted a number of them, that didn't fit the criteria and kept three.  She composed a draft email that she would send off in the morning.

She went upstairs to the bedroom, and snuck quietly into bed, not to disturb her sleeping husband. Her nightshirt was short and exposed her bare pussy.  Her hand snaked down, and she could not help but start to masturbate at the thought of a passion erotic weekend ahead.  She was trying to be very quiet, but the sound of the wet pussy having a couple of fingers moving in and out made her husband awaken, and realize the sound.   Trevor didn't want her to know he was awake, and pretended to still be asleep.  She continued, moving her fingers and hand faster.  His cock became hard to the sounds beside him.  He dare not move because he didn't want it to stop.  The sloppy sound of a very wet pussy was so erotic.  He was so turned on that she was pleasuring herself.  He just wanted to roll over, and fuck her! Fuck her hard and make her cum for him, like he used to.  Then, he noticed her breathing change, and he knew she was getting very close to cumming.  God, he cock had precum spreading across his boxers.  She couldn't help herself, but her hips were moving, and she held her breath to stop the groan that wanted to come out of her throat.  Ah, she spread her legs out a bit, imaging her new lover fucking her hard.  She arched her back, and let the orgasm come.  Pulse. Pulse.  Her breathing returning to normal.  She was now at least relaxed enough to sleep.

Trevor waited, and when he could tell she was asleep, he got up and headed to the kitchen.  His cock was straining.  He needed to cum as well.  He took the olive oil out of the cupboard and drizzled it on his aching cock.  With hard cock in hand, he headed to the den.  He flipped up the laptop and found a porn site.  Not that he really needed it.  The sounds of his wife's pussy was being replayed in his mind.  He was caressing his cock with the oil on it.  Slowly starting to jerk himself.  He leaned back, one eye on the laptop porn vision, and one on his hard cock, imagining it fucking his wife.  Too much, he couldn't last.  The low groan was sounded and his cock started to spunk out his cum in thick ropes landing on his stomach and thighs.  He leaned back.  His heart rate slowing down.  He sure wished his wife and him could resume their former intimacies, but understood his punishment.

Then, he noticed the little envelope in the corner was blinking.  He clicked on it, and found his wife's emails.  His cock responded!  He was thinking how could he get in on this action.  He didn't want to make her mad, only to have relations with her again.

Thursday arrived.  She was vibrating from anticipation.  She had sent off the drafts awaiting responses.  She couldn't just sit and wait, and took off to the gym for a workout, and a massage.  While she was gone, the husband had those little "nannycams" installed by a guy.  One in the kitchen, the living room, their bedroom and the den.  The feed would go to his laptop he used for work.  When it was all online,  Trevor  could watch from the privacy of his office.

Shortly later,  Trevor watched her enter the kitchen and do the normal things.  Eventually, she left and headed to the bathroom for a shower.  She was stripping off her workout clothes, and pinched her nipples.  She stopped and moved onto the bed.  There, the husband watched her masturbate with her fingers bringing her to an orgasm.  His cock was straining against his clothes.  She then got up and hit the shower.

Later, he found her in the den, laptop up and she was writing emails.  Apparently, she must have been setting her weekend up.  Then, the phone rang.  She answered it and he could hear her talking and laughing with someone.  Then, her other hand snuck into her pants and she was masturbating again.  Instant hard cock - again.  She continued the naughty talking and eventually came for the caller.  They made arrangements that when the family left on Friday morning, she would call him and the playtime would start.

He was so turned on by all this.   Trevor wished he could sneak into a closet and watch with hard cock in hand.  

That evening,  Trevor could feel the sexual energy all around his wife.  He just wanted to take her to the bedroom, lay her on the bed, and bury is tongue inside her until she was limp.  Instead, that night, he waited and listened to her masturbate in the den, while he was in the kitchen, and he sprayed his cum on the cupboard door, which he quickly wiped up.  He then coughed and said loudly, "Are we out of juice?  Where's the juice?".  She quickly got dressed and came flushed face into the kitchen, with an odd look on her face.  He thought to himself that she knew he listened.  He smiled.

They both went up to bed, thinking similar thoughts - they could hardly wait for Friday - but for very different reasons.

Friday

She awoke early with butterflies in her stomach.  She went to the kitchen and put on the coffee, while sorting out things that the kids needed to take on the weekend trip away to visit their grandmother.  She heard her husband up and showering.  The kids were very excited about not having to go to school and were busting out of their skins with excitement.  She leaned back against the counter, smiling, thinking “me too!” of course for entirely different reasons!

Her husband arrived in the kitchen, with bag in hand and his laptop in his soft work case.  She asked him why he was taking his laptop, because it was supposed to be him and the kids with his mother having a family weekend.  He replied, “Don’t worry – I will only just be checking my emails for anything urgent.”  And silently to himself, what constitutes “urgent”?

She herded them out the door by 9:00, breathless and eager.  Her husband stopped to kiss her goodbye, but she turned away to one of the boys, assisting him into the back seat of their car.  Kisses for the boys and she shut the door.  “Have a nice weekend with your mom” she told her husband.  Then, she stood on the front porch waving goodbye all the while, her body was now buzzing with electricity for the weekend to begin.  Her husband could tell by her flushed face that her body was horny.  He could still see in his memories of how her pussy lips would be very pink and pouty and slick.  He could sense her nipples were hard and that some guy was going to be VERY lucky.   Trevor backed out of the drive way and she dialled the number of her chosen playmate; her appetizer for today, and text the message “come here”.  The phone quickly vibrated with a response of “can’t wait. address?”  She responded and said she was going to have a shower and the side door would be unlocked.

Up the stairs she flew.  Ripping of her clothes and dumping them in the laundry basket.  Quickly she was in the shower, shaving her legs, washing her hair and trying desperately not to linger and trying not to tease her body as she normally would have.

She had just finished blow drying her hair and the lotion on her skin was no longer damp when she heard a very quiet knock on her bedroom door with a sexy low “helloooo”.  Her heart skipped a beat (or two), and her body responded.

There he was, Ty, in jeans and a tshirt with bare feet, standing in her bedroom next to the bed.  She had her towel wrapped around her, and she walked into the bedroom from the bathroom, letting it fall to the floor.  He sucked in his breath.  She advanced to him, hands out to pull his shirt over his head.  Mouths locked and the sounds of groans were captured by both and devoured.

Her husband arrived at his mother’s shortly after 1:00 in the afternoon.  She had lunch all ready for them and the boys were talking non-stop.  He smiled at his mother, as she was completely focused on her grandsons.  “Mom, just going to check my emails while the boys go wash their hands for lunch” he said.   Trevor took his laptop in the living room and logged on.  There he logged onto the NannyCam account and saw a file that was saved from 9:00 until he had logged on.  This was so that he could watch it later, if he wanted to.  The new streaming video was also going to a backup server being saved.  His breath sucked in as he saw his wife ....

She pushed Ty down on her bed and straddled him.  His hands were on her hips, and snuck up to her round globes that had hard nipples aching to be touched, kissed, flicked and pulled on.  She moved off the bed, and unzipped his jeans, pulling them off.  His hard cock sprung free, and she lost all sense of appropriateness.  Her mouth found his hard cock quickly and devoured it, loving the taste of his pre-cum.  He groaned lowly to turn around so he could taste her pussy.  She never hesitated, lips not leaving his cock, she moved her body, positioning her pussy above his face.  His hands pulled her hips down.  His tongue didn't explore, it violated her with a ferocious need.  It had been months since her husband last touched her in anyway.  She started to gush quickly for the feelings were wonderful.

After her orgasm, she moved her pussy off his face, and continued to blow him.  She wasn't sucking him - it was more like, constant touching of her lips and tongue, exploring.  Ty's hips started to move, fucking her face.  She stopped and looked up at him.  "Promise me, there will be more play after I make you cum" she said to him.

"Yesss!!"

There, she repositioned herself between Ty's legs, and mouth fucked his cock like he had never had before.  He came hard, holding her head still between his hands, tight against his body.

Her husband thought to himself that he had to stop.  He was going to be in no way able to walk into the kitchen like this.  Thank god the NannyCam saves as it receives.  Trevor was thinking how he could send his mom and sons out for some “solo uptime” to watch what was happening in his home.

After a little breather, she had to start round two.  Her mouth found Ty's nipples and started to play with them as she loves it.

Flick..Lick..Suck..Bite.

Appropriately, Ty's cock rose, hardening, seeking a hot honey pot to fuck.  Ty was kissing her, and proceeded to fuck her hard.  He was surprised how firm and tight her pussy was.  His cock felt like it was in a glove, a warm wet glove.  Her pussy walls were almost pulling at his hard cock.

Ty felt his cock thicken more.  Fuck, she was sexy!  Fucking her harder, he pulled an orgasm from her dripping soppy cunt.  That turned him on more.

After each orgasm he pulled from her, he moved her position.  Missionary, reverse cowboy, doggie and one where he held her feet up high, thighs together - and the gushing from her g-spot was astounding.

He, lastly, held her hand down above her head, and fucked her hard, needing to cum himself.  He groaned as his hard cum came flying out of his cock into her waiting pussy.  The groan from his throat was loud and her nails were embedded in his round ass.

After another little breather, she went down and poured them some ice tea and brought it up.  Ty had started a bath and was just getting into it.

There round three started.  Leisurely.

Soaping and cleaning each other’s skin.  Very sexy and very sensual.  Fucking in the bathtub was more sensual, a huge tease.  She wanted to feel his weight.  She stood up, and pulled him out, dripping across the tile into the bedroom.  There, she pulled him down on top of her, and she whispered she wanted and needed his thick hard cock to pound her until she could take no more.

Ty's eyebrow went up.  "Ma'am, I endeavour to do my best" he said.

Hard fucking, not changing positions.  Fucking her with his thumb - playing with her clit.  Orgasms coming, but not allowing time to get her breath.  He kept fucking her.  The wetness seeped out of her, down her thighs and ass, making a huge wet area on the bed.

Finally, Ty could feel her body go limp - all done and finished.  He pulled at her ass, grinding his last orgasm into her.  She weakly smiled.  "Thank you."

Her husband after lunch and mucking about with the kids, found some time alone, so he continued to watch the action on the Nanny Cam. His wife was getting a pounding!  Fucked thoroughly and well.   Trevor had to think of a way to get back inside 'his' pussy!  But he was so turned on by how sexy his wife was.  He wondered if he could sit in the corner and watch them in real life.

As she laid in bed later in the evening, after a long hot shower, she had pleasantly sore muscles.  She wondered if maybe she had bitten off a bit too much.

Tomorrow morning, playmate number 2 was expected.  She was ready to push her envelope further, and this man had such dominance that she could feel her body reacting to just her own thoughts, let alone the things they shared by email and on the phone.  She needed some sleep in order to completely enjoy her hedonistic playtime tomorrow.

Saturday - a whole new adventure for the wife (and the husband!)

She awoke on the Saturday, feeling that many of her muscles had been stretched and used, like having had a hard workout at the gym. She softly ran her hands over her body, feeling her skin, feeling her nipples ache from the playing last night. And then, a smile appeared on her face, as she remembered that today, her second chosen partner from her Craigslist ad was going to come fulfill another desire.

Her body responded to the thought, she pushed it from her mind. She wanted to save herself for the ultimate pleasures later when he would be servicing her. She lay there, then, thinking of her husband at his mother's with their children. Smiling again, she imagined the thrill of telling him that she had found her own playmates, and then, describing in detail to him, as his punishment for his former wayward tendencies. The Revenge Fuck was now the Revenge Fucks! She rolled out of bed, stretching.

At his mother's,  Trevor was watching on his laptop the live stream from the NannyCam. He always loved how she looked when she woke up - soft, warm and sexy.

She went about her day, pushing away the thoughts of her second playmate, though her body seemed to be feeling like it was on edge and on high alert - desiring more - but 5 pm seemed so far away. Instead of going to the gym or driving herself crazy waiting, she decided to limber up by taking a long walk. It took all her concentration to try to think of other things, but with each stride, she could feel her pussy wet, and her nipples erect against her bra. Then, she felt her cell phone vibrate - incoming text. "I want you now. Where are you?" She caught her breath. It was only 1 pm. She text back "out for a walk. when?" Moments later, another text received "now. address?" Her heart beat stronger and louder with anticipation. She text back to him her address and told him she'd be there in about 30 minutes.

Upon her arrival home, she found Ben already in the house, having forgotten that she had left the side door unlocked. There sitting at the kitchen table, was a dark handsome man drinking a glass of water, waiting. He quietly said, "At last."

"Come here," he said very quietly. All that could be heard was the hum from the refrigerator and her soft moan. She moved closer to him, as he stood up. His right hand touched her left, and he pulled her towards and into him. "Bella ...." as his mouth found hers and started to lick, nibble and search out every erotic place on her face and in her mouth.

Her husband was surprised at the man sitting at his kitchen table. Surprised when the man quietly command and had his wife move as he had requested. Surprised with how turned on he was watching this erotic play happening in his home. He quickly thought about getting his mother and the kids out of the house so that he could watch the events unfold, naked.

Ben began his sensual play of her body with his hands, while his mouth continued the assault on hers. She was warmed and a bit sweaty from her walk, and that turned him on even more. His hand found their way into the waistband of her yoga pants, finding her pussy-mound to be wet and even warmer. He began to tease her with his fingertips, not pulling her panties aside, but working against the fabric, feeling it get wetter and wetter.

Ben murmured to her that he had a surprise for her. He gave her one last long kiss, and pulled away. He took her hand and moved her towards the living room. Ben could tell by the way it was furnished, that her family rarely used this room. There was a bit of dust on the curio shelf, and it just looked unlived in. There on the coffee table was a number of red patterned silk ties and a box like a hat box that he had put there when he first arrived. She looked at her playmate, and his eyes smiled at her. "You said you wanted to push your sexual boundaries, and I am here to assist you," he said quietly.

Ben moved her in front of one of the wingback chairs that sat a bit cocked towards the kitchen. There, he slowly removed all of her clothing, taking great care in folding them to the side, and returning to adore her skin and body with his fingertips and mouth. She was finally naked, and he stood there admiring her. "Sit down," he said quietly.

Her husband was frantically trying to zoom into the living room with the NannyCam located in the kitchen. The audio was working well, as he could hear everything. He adjusted his receiver and found that it wasn't quite right, but he could still witness most of the play happening in the living room.

Ben reached for the ties, and took a longer one. Lovingly, with care, he tied it on her one wrist securely, and ran it down the side of the chair, under the chair, and up to her other wrist, again securely tied. There was not much leverage to move her hands or arms. She attempted, but found it truly a restraint from almost any movement.

Trevor watched mesmerized that his wife was naked, wrists restrained, in his living room without him!!

Then, Ben took a tie for each ankle, securely tying each to the leg of the chair. She had no choice but to sit, with her knees apart, feet flat and feeling very exposed and vulnerable. He sat back on the coffee table admiring his handiwork. He could tell by her exposedness that her pussy had been pounded and worked out previously, as her pussy was swollen and a somewhat deep pink. He could hear her breathing was a bit louder than before. Ben knew she was anxious and wanting.

His tease started, as Ben slowly and sensually removed his clothing for her eyes to devour. Again, deliberately taking his time, he folded his own clothes into a neat pile. Then, he sat back down on the coffee table, and held his engorged cock in hand. Ben watched her intently, with her eyes glued to his hardening cock, seeing her desire for him. That turned him on more, as his cock became harder with each stroke of his hand.

Trevor's mother and his kids were finally out of the house, and he raced back to his laptop, with one eye on the real time stream and having scanned back to what he had missed. Thank god he convinced his mother he needed 3 hours to complete some work.

Ben played and softly starting to talk dirty to her. He got up, and moved closer to her. Occasionally moving the tip of his penis on her skin, trailing the precum on her skin, watching her body react to his tease. Finally, he succumbed and got on his knees in front of her. His mouth found her knee and moved slowly and languidly up her inner thigh, feeling her shift her body forward so that her hips could move. His mouth moved up further, to the softness of her belly, feeling her honey on fire. He stopped, and took the last tie from the coffee table. He looked at her. "Do you know where this tie is going?" She shook her head, but thinking, maybe blindfolded? Ben smiled. He flipped off the lid of the box on the table, and her eyes went big with the assortment of toys she could see. "Yes, my darling Whore, these are going to be used on you!"

Ben stood up, very close to her, his hardness just out of reach of any part of her, and he blindfolded her with the tie. He was still slightly bend over her, and he was breathing onto her skin, seeing her body react. Sticking out his tongue, he softly licked her mouth. She tried to respond, but he moved away. She didn't know where he was, and then jumped when she felt his fingertips pull at her erect nipples.

His mouth found each nipple, softly sucking it into his mouth, and swirling his tongue over it. Then, he moved down further her body. She was able to scoot her hips forward, and she felt his mouth over her pussy. She wanted to move, but was held down. His mouth played and teased at her silky folds. Then, she felt him move his finger inside her. Then, his finger started to vibrate, and she knew it wasn't his finger but was a vibrator, now humming inside her pussy.

"Ah, your pretty cunt likes my playing. Is your cunt happy, darling Whore?"

"Sort of. Oh my. Uhm, yes ...." her voice trailed off.

Ben continued with his mouth on her clit, softly sucking, and moving the vibrator more intensely. Her pussy was soaking wet, and making more and more juice, as he lapped up some, and letting the rest fall into the cushion. He started to fuck her pussy harder with the vibrator, pulling with a bit more demand on her clit; and feeling the intense orgasm starting to erupt. She moaned, pulling at her restraints , trying to grab at him.

"Ah, my good little Whore. That was a wonderful sight to witness. Your pussy is covered in whiteish cum."

She felt him take his fingertip, and spread her juices under her wiggling his fingertip into her ass. She had never - oh, but it felt so good. Then she heard him moving something she presumed from the toy box. The sound of a lid flicking. Ben hummed. "You'll love this feeling, my Whore." She felt his fingertip being replaced with a soft rubber something. His mouth was on her clit again and it was involuntary, as her hips tried to move into his mouth wanting more. The buttplug entered her ass, and she stopped moving. Oh!! She was so turned on, that she moved back onto it, wanting to feel it more in her ass. Wiggling more, he was having a hard time keeping his tongue on her clit.

"Stop moving, my Whore."

With buttplug completely inside her, he dove into her pussy again, with his fingers and tongue. Every part of her pussy was touched, stretched, kissed, nibbled on, until, her orgasm was coming up again - hard and fast.

"My little Whore cums again for me. You must love how I make you cum, your knees can't move any further apart!"

Ben inserted a small egg that was vibrating into her swollen pussy. Sitting back, he watched her still blindfolded. His cock rock hard and throbbing. He decided to push things further, and pulled down her blindfold. There she saw him setting back onto the coffee table, watching her, with his cock in hand. The little egg was doing its job, and he could see her pussy contracting, almost milking the vibrating egg in her pussy. There was a fine sheen of sweat on her body, and it looked perfect. Ben reached into the box, and brought out a digital camera. She started to protest, but, what could she do. She was exposed. He laughed and started to take pictures. The egg was bringing on another orgasm - how many had she had? She threw her head back, and let the orgasm cum. Her body tensed and relief found. Click, Click, Click. She didn't care.

Her husband sat in awe watching this man having tied up his wife to their expensive chair, and making her cum again and again. Seeing her strain against the ties. Seeing her eyes roll back in absolute abandoned joy.  Trevor had stroked himself to a quick orgasm, but found the events making him extremely hard again. He was still watching in disbelief that she was enjoying being used and spoken to like a whore.

The chair cushion was sopping wet from her juices. Ben let her have a breather, as he had other ideas to fulfill. She wanted the ties removed and started to ask him to remove them, as she wanted to return the favour of pleasing him. He stopped her mid-sentence taking her head in his hands, and pushing his thick hard cock in her mouth. He let her suck his cock for a bit, and then, started to face fuck her. More aggressively, hearing her gag slightly here and there, but forcefully ramming his cock in her adoring mouth to the back of her throat. Feeling his release approaching, he got more vocal.

"You are such a good little fucking cock sucker, darling Whore."

She murmured with a mouth full of cock.  "Suck my cock, baby. I want to blow my cum in your mouth."

She gagged.

His hips continued to grind into her face, and then he stopped. His cum started and he pushed the string of cum out of his cock, into her mouth. His cock twitched in his relief. She greedily sucked every drop from his cock.

"What a good little Whore you are, my dear. Your husband is one lucky man!" Ben murmured.

Trevor had just watched his wife get face fucked by a guy with a bigger cock than his. That guy had just fucked her face! He didn't even need to touch his cock; he started to cum again, when the tempo for facefucking picked up aggressively with the more whore-ish comments. His wife was so fucking sexy!

She looked thoroughly sexed - not fucked, for that may come later. Such a turn on of sex smell in the air. He knew she was spent, pushed far beyond her normal vanilla boundary, and he untied her wrists and ankles. She looked up at him, unsure if she would be able to stand on her own legs. He stooped forward and put his arm under her knees and lifted her from her wet juicy pleasure chair. He took her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed.

"Darling Whore, are you ready for another round?"

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The fine line between fantasy and reality ....

Office Sex

I work in the department of a company that deals with the environment, and because of this, I must attend to many meetings with the CEO and CFO of the company.

I see her around the office.  This woman has consumed my fantasies.  She is a striking woman in her 40’s that looks after a senior officers of the firm I work for.  She wears tailored clothes, usually skirts, with killer shoes.  She wears her dark brown hair swept up in a bun of sorts and wears glasses when she is working at her computer.  I have no idea if she is married, divorced, single or what. 

As her office is right outside of the CFO’s office, she is secluded from the “working” class of middle management.  I see her at her desk when I have to discuss legal briefs with the CFO from time to time.  Sometimes, I have the great fortune of being in the coffee room when she comes in, china mug in hand.  She always smiles, and pours coffee into her cup and says a husky, “have a great day” as she leaves.  I have every time, just wanted to run after her.  The faint sexy smell of her, lingers, and I think “God, I want to smell her on my skin”.

One day, she came into the coffee room, china cup in hand, and one of the other guys from my department was in there with me.  Mike said to her, “I hear the Boss is away on vacation.  What are you doing here?”  She turned to look at him, one eyebrow up, and stated “Just because the Boss is away, doesn’t mean the company stops working.”  To which she gave a quiet husky chuckle.  I could see the bubble above her head thinking, “silly kid”.  I would hate for her to think of me that way.  I got up, and as she gave her “have a great day”, I followed her out to the hallway, and told her that should she need anything while the Boss was away, to be sure to call me.  Again, her eyebrow went up, but she thanked me and smiled good bye.

I walked back to my office, and closed my door, which is normal as I can’t think with the daily sounds of the office; the various conversations and telephones ringing.  My mind and thoughts were swirling with the smell and vision of this beautiful woman.  Her smile at me burned into my memory.  I sat in my leather chair behind my desk and spun it around so I was overlooking the staff parking lot.  I could not see the cars or anything else for that matter, as my mind was looking at her.  I started to fantasy about her, something I try not to do at work.  I always fantasize about her, at home in the shower or in bed.  Occasionally, I have fantasized about her while fucking another woman.  When I open my eyes, I am always let down it isn’t her beautiful brown eyes I see. 

But, oh my, today, she was breathtaking!  I notice every detail about her when I see her.  Today she was wearing a soft pink button up collared blouse, that showed very little cleavage.  But, you could see a faint lace edge, and I notice her nipples were a bit hard, probably just from walking to the coffee room.  She normally wears suits, but her jacket must have been off on the back of her chair.  She was wearing a knee length black skirt, with a little slit off centre, and sheer nylons with a pair of black high heels that had an ankle strap.  Each item was not “sexy” individually, but on her, the combination was dynamite, oozing sexy.  Confident sexy. 

I can see her in my minds eye. 

She is smiling at me, perched on the edge of my sideboard behind my desk, in front of my window, blocking my view of the parking lot.  Her skirt is a bit taunt across her thighs, and it has risen up a bit from her knees.  I can see her nipples are getting harder thru the fabric of her blouse.  She is leaning a bit forward, and I smell her.  Oh, yes.

I start to stroke my very hard cock thru my trousers.  My body is heating up with this vision.

I move my hand towards her knee, and feel the silky smooth hosiery.  I slowly slide my hand up the outside of her leg, towards her thigh.  I hear her breath suck in.  I inch my chair closer, and her skirt moving up  exposes her thighs, and the lace at the top of her thigh ups.  I groan.

Oh I groan out loud.  I unbuckle my belt, and unzip my trousers.  My hard cock is aching to be stroked.  I move my boxerbriefs down, and my hard thick cock springs out.  My hand strokes softly while imaging she is moving her hand to unbutton her blouse.  She is wearing a pale pink lacy demi-bra, with her nipples hard thru the fabric.  I stand up, pulling her skirt up, and I lean forward and kiss her mouth.  She moans into my mouth.  I smell her.  I breathe in deeply.  Fuck, I love her smell.  I move my face and mouth down her jaw, down her neck, into her blouse.  My tongue finds her nipple.  Hard.  Erect.  I softly suck, flick, suck harder and I hear her sigh her pleasure. I love the taste of her skin.  I really want to taste her.  I nudge my chair away, and get on my knees.  Her skirt is already up part way, and both my hands move it further up.  The sexy soft skin above the lace urges me to kiss it.  Oh, the smell.  And at this point, and place, I can smell her sexy wet smell of her pussy.  I pull her skirt up farther.  She moves to allow the skirt up further.  Her beautiful round ass is sitting on my sideboard!!.  She is wearing only a little wisp of a black lacy thong.  I move my hand over, and gently move the thong away, exposing her bare pussy.  The thong is wet and her lips look slick.  I hook my fingers of both hands, and pull the wispy barrier down and off.  I move her back on my sideboard, and my face finds her pussy.  Wet, pouty lips waiting for me to French kiss them.  My tongue wasting no time is slurping and sucking at those fucking sexy juices.  Her slickness covers my mouth, lips, nose and chin.  I feel her feet on my shoulders, and I look up.  She is leaning back on one arm.  The other, is playing with her exposed nipple.  Fuck! So sexy!  Her knees open further, and she is all mine.  I work at getting her to cum.  My tongue thickens and caresses and never leaves her mound.  I feel her engorging.  She will cum for me.  I will make her gush.  I never leave the spot, circling, licking, French kissing those sexy pouty lips. I feel her starting to respond with cumming for me.  For my tongue.  On my tongue.  I hum, encouraging her orgasm.  I feel her hand in my hair, pulling my face closer into her pussy.  She is cumming.  She is moaning her orgasm.  I don’t care if anyone hears her sounds of cumming.  I lap up her juices.

I am stroking myself harder.  My hands are both around my hard thick cock, moving quicker and quicker.  My own orgasm is so close.  I feel my balls full and hardening.  I am going to cum for her.  I twist my palm over the head of my cock, and I start to cum, a stream of thick cord, pulsing out of my hard cock.  Oh my god.  I am cumming for her.  Pulse.  Another stream of thick cum.  Uhhhhhhh

I twitch as I come back to earth with a thud.  I just orgasmed in my office!  I look around.  My door is still closed.  I have a splatter of cum on my sideboard, and all over my hand.  I reach over to the Kleenex box and wipe myself off.  I pull up my boxerbriefs and trousers.  I zip and buckle up.  My heart is still thudding.  With a new Kleenex I wipe my cum off the sideboard.  I stand up, and my eyes go out to the parking lot.  There she is, unlocking the door to her black Caddy, briefcase in hand.  She stops and looks up, like she knows I am there, and sees me in my window.  She smiles and then gets into her car.

I am stunned, my heart still thudding.  I move my hand to my face, it is hot and blushing.  I smell her on my hand.  I swear - I smell her!  I smell my shirt.  I smell her.  

(inspired by a man I worked with who over too many scotches told me what he thought about seeing me at work!)

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The affair continues with some very nice surprises ....

A continuation of "It's Only Polite"

The Client's Gift

Throughout the next number of months, the playtimes between the Receptionist and the Client continued, usually during the work week, and usually with the fond title of the "nooner" though, always longer than the hour.

She had a few other younger playmates, all very exciting and wanting to please, but the Client kept returning.  Days would go by without contact of any sort.  She did not initiate contact, because of his married status.  Then, lo and behold, a text would come through asking her what her lunch plans were for a Wednesday.  Each time those texts were received, her body responded with wetness in her panties and an ache of hard nipples.

As time went on, the playdates grew closer and closer together, eventually becoming a weekly and then, more often occurrence.  The Crowne Hotel was special, but he had found a few other hotels in the city that had great mirrors or fabulous bathrooms; all for the exquisite hedonist adventures with her.

One evening near the end of summer, she was caught by surprise by the Client.  She had retired for the night, already in bed, when her text message buzzed.  It was around 11:30 pm, and the text read: "Up?"  She responded with "Nope. In bed."  The next text message read: "Come d/t and play. Get a rm @ the 4 Seasons. Txt me w/ the rm #. I have a surprise for u."

She smiled as she got up out of bed.  She would have only done that for the Client.  Already her body was anticipating what was going to happen.  A quick shower and she dressed with care; her bare smooth legs with feet in a pair of high heeled black strappy sandals and a white flirty skirt.  The white lacy tank with a low cut V was covered by a black pashmina.  She called the Four Seasons and reserved a room.  Then she packed a few playtoys in her bag.  She lowered the top on her car for the drive into the city on that gorgeous warm evening.

She arrived at the drive of the Four Seasons and left her car for the valet.  She sauntered into the lobby, distinctively noting how everyone seems to be able to feel a sexual buzz in the air.  There were two older men at the bar that could see into the lobby and they were obviously intrigued as she walked past.  She smiled at them.  She registered at the front desk and went up to the suite.  She lounged on the bed with a book that she had brought, only to find her mind wandering.  She wondered about the fact that it was a Saturday night and the Client was able to play.  Interesting!  And of course, she wondered about the surprise he had for her.

She had been in the hotel suite for about half an hour when he texted her again with, "Ready?"  Yes!!  She was wet with anticipation; her nipples completely erect and aching.  She opened the door, and left the latch to stop it from shutting.  Then, she returned to wait on the bed, sprawled out, fully clothed, with shoes still on; damp and eager for some playing.

He arrived, with a low "hello", and he walked around the corner.  A step behind him was an extremely good looking man, a few years younger.  He introduced the man as "Mark, someone I found to play with you too".  Her pussy pulsed.  They both had drinks in their hands from the bar, where they had watched her arrive earlier, and waited.

Mark was taller than the Client, blonde, and very good looking. His confidence was almost stronger than the Client's.  She said "hello" as she got up off the bed.  Mark came closer and he put his hand on her hip, then leaned in for a hello kiss.

Her heart skipped a beat and then thumped a bit harder.  He smelled good.  She looked over at the Client, who grinned widely.  "I thought you may like this surprise. Is this ok?" he asked.

She was completely unprepared for this new hedonistic adventure, but as always during her time with the Client had the thought the gods are smiling upon her!  The boys moved in, sandwiched her with their male musky scent as four hands begin to disrobe her.  She felt the Client's mouth against her ear, and whispered, "Enjoy baby."  Ah, the start of the Blissful State of Heaven.

They continued to remove each item of clothing, only her red butterfly crotchless thong panties left in place. Along the way, each had removed their own clothing, and when she opened her eyes, the naked boys were standing to attention continuing their pleasure seeking and giving ways.

Two mouths caressed and licked her.  One coaxed her nipples into even more fully erect long hardness.  One swirled trails from his tongue across her belly.  Another wet trail started in the palm of her hand, up the inside of her arm, into the nook of her elbow, up, up, up; and found her neck willingly exposed. She opened her eyes, looking at the Client.  His eyes were full of love.  This was a gift to her.  He knew this was her only fantasy; wanting two men to adore and consume and please her until she was weak with pleasure.

The Client knelt on the floor by the edge of the bed, and gently pushed her off balance onto the bed. Mark moved over, assisted in exposing her glory box, slick with wetness and wanting.  The Client could not wait a moment more and sank his mouth into her wet pussy, his tongue pushed inside her; licking and swirling.  He was almost rough with he with his need to possess her and wanting to pull her orgasm from her pussy.  Mark loved how she looked, her tanned curves beautiful against the white sheets.  He took his hard 7" cock in hand and started to caress her skin with the tip of his hard cock.  She felt his cock tease her nipples.  She groaned softly.  Then she felt his fingers continue to tease her nipples, pulling each of them gently until they were erect and hard like his cock.  She wanted his cock in her mouth.  Her hand firmly grasped his hard thickness, and said quietly, "Mark, hmmm ... come closer." He moved up the bed, straddled her face. He put a pillow behind her head, propping her head up.  He fed her mouth this thickness.  He groaned at the feeling of her mouth sucking his cock, tongue moving, and lapping. Her hands cupped his hardened balls that were heavy with cum.  His hands were in her dark hair, holding her head.  He could have continued to mouth fuck her, but the plan was not to cum until she was spent.  He pulled away and winked at her.

The Client was still with a face full of wet sopping pussy.  He looked up and could see she was in a place where she had never been before.  His tongue fucked her pussy harder.  Her legs opened up further and her hips moved up to meet his thrusts, her body moved against his mouth.  Her orgasm gushed onto his tongue.  He stayed quiet, waiting for her to stop.

He stood up, the proud Peacock.  The first orgasm went to the Client.  Mark loved the challenge.  He lay alongside of her body and his hand caressed her skin.  Her skin was hot and aroused.  He kissed her shoulder and up her neck.  She moaned pleasure of the feel of his tongue on her skin.  She felt the Client on the other side of her.  Another pair of hand touched her.  Mark wanted the next orgasm.  His fingers snaked down her tummy, to her wet pussy lips.  Yes, he could tell she had cummed.  His fingers played, opening up her honeybox.  Mark continued to kiss her, as the Client kissed her breasts. She had never felt this before.  It was almost too much.  She tried to "think" who was doing what.  She moved her arms open wide.  That was it; she abandoned any thought process.  Mark's fingers played with her pussy, clit, and g-spot.  As she had already come once, her next orgasm wasn't too far behind.  Mark fingered her to her next orgasm, which surprisingly, was a harder cum than the oral orgasm.

The Client was so turned on by seeing her orgasm for another man.  He could not wait.  He moved between her thighs, open as they were, and pushed his engorged cock into her. She caught her breath. He was so hard and thick.  He needed to fuck her, to fuck her HARD.  He wanted her.  He wanted her to only want him, but he saw her reach out again for Mark's still hard cock.  He knew he didn't want Mark to end the night with her, so he moved away, watched her move her hand to try to pull the Client back to her.  Instead, he moved up her body with his tongue, and Mark moved down.  Mark pulled at her hips, moved her over onto her stomach.  His cock, played with her ass cheeks.  The red thong satin was soft and smooth against his cock.  He pulled her hips up and she went onto all fours. The Client saw his moment, and moved over in front of her.  His erect hard cock strained for her mouth.  Mark's cock wasted no more time, once he saw she was giving the Client head.  He swiftly moved into her.  Ah, the heat.  She moved back against him, which indicated her desire for more.  He started to fuck her.  She tried to moan, but it was lost with the large thick cock in her mouth.  As Mark's rhythm became increasingly faster, her mouth worked frantically on the Client's cock.  She wanted to feel both cocks cum.  But, Mark was determined to fuck more, to make her cum again and again.  Her next orgasm was delicious and then again after her fourth orgasm, he took his cock out of her, removed the condom, and pumped his ready hard cock a couple of times with his fist.  He came in hard jets of cum onto her beautiful round ass and lower back tattoo.

The Client smiled at the sight in front of him.  She was beautiful.  The Client removed himself from her mouth.  She was a bit bewildered, wanting his cum. He went into the bathroom and came back with a warm wet cloth, and cleaned her ass cheeks, kissing each round cheek thoroughly.  Her swollen cunt was juicing again wanting more.  She flipped onto her back, knees bent and thighs open.  He kneeled between her fine legs, and pushed his needing cock into her.  Her orgasms had made her pussy engorged, slick and tighter.  He watched her face, flushed and her pupils larger than ever.  He moved in her, with deliberateness.  His pounded hard, grinding and steady.  Her nipples were so hard. The Client motioned to Mark, who saw them waiting for his tongue.  Mark's hand was caressed her other breast.  The Client's cock pushed and pulled at her cunt.  Her orgasm was building.  She was completely abandoned in her thoughts, only feeling the four hands, the two tongues and mouths, and the amazing hard cocks.  She groaned her delight, and the Client's rhythm took a frantic turn, fucking her harder.  Her two orgasms came up, quick, hard, and long as there was no recovery timw.  She spurted her juices out, and onto the bed, and he lost it.  He started to cum.  His orgasm from deep within splattered. Groaning, he orgasmed with a loud, "I am cumming, baby!!" grounding out the last word.

He collapsed on her.

Eventually moving off her to the left, Mark had moved close up beside her on the right.  Mark spooned her, as she threw her arm over the Client's chest.  Their bodies were all steamy, wet, warm and sexy. No one moved for some time, too happy to want to break their touch.

Unfortunately, the Client's phone started to vibrate around 3 am.  The Wife was calling.  Then, Mark's phone started to vibrate.  The Client's Wife was calling.  "Hey, you guys better go, maybe the Wife wanted you both in her bed, instead of mine," she said.  The Client didn't laugh, but Mark did.

Both the Client and Mark dressed, kissed her good bye and left.  She still had not moved.  Her body, completely content and with a smile on her face, she fell asleep .  Oh, yes, her pussy was indeed purring!

(inspired again by WVB)

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The start of a long affair

It's Only Polite

She worked as the receptionist for a stereotypical Chartered Accountants firm; a bit stuffy and boring. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought that one day, an erotic wind would bring into the office an adventure.

It was the end of February, still rainy and cold out. As it was cold, she was wearing a long red tartan wrap skirt and a black fine knit sweater, black lacy thigh ups and black high heels. It was a business day, busy like most, as tax season was around the corner.

The front door opened, and in came a guy. Not particularly good looking, but with a huge energy about him. He was wearing a motorcycle leather jacket and a messenger bag slung from his shoulder. He stopped in front of the desk, and she looked up. Flirt!

"I'd like to pay my bill" he said.

"Name?" she asked. She turned to her computer to look up his account, as he leaned in closer. He could smell her perfume, soft and sexy. She could feel him. She told him the amount due, and he brought out his cheque book, filling it in and saying that the cost was like being eff'd up the butt. She was shocked at his comment, but highly amused that he would actually say something like that to her. She took his cheque, smiling at him, and said "Well, perhaps the next time I'll request lube for you." To which, he roared with laughter. He winked, and asked for her card. "I'd love to chat more with you, if you are interested."

She handed him her business card, and her phone rang. He left.

She was still chuckling about the exchange later, when a new email from him was received, giving her his msn messenger address. She logged onto her own, and added him. He responded right away with the line ~ "it's only polite".

It’s funny how the connection was made. A huge erotic energy was formed, from the first meeting, over msn messenger, to text messages and phone calls. When she mentioned something about this client in the office lunchroom, wanting to know more about him; Andy, one of the CA's, said that he had been married not long, and had a six-month old son. Andy looked directly at her and said, "Don't play with that fire." She innocently said, "What fire??"

So, she plunked it all to the back burner, not responding to his messages. Then, he came in again to pay his current bill. He wrote out the cheque and asked her if she would like coffee in the shop in the lobby of the building. She thought, why not, I’ve been good!? As she grabbed her bag and told her replacement, he stood waiting at the elevator.

When the elevator arrived, they got in and she stood to the back. He came right over to her, kissing her and hands cupping her ass. She was in awe of the passion she felt and tasted in his kiss. He said he had wanted to do that for the last month. He had thought of her so often, wondering what she tasted like.

The bold move told her that he wanted more. They had their coffee (hot chocolate for him) and he asked her if she would play with him. She told him that she was a single mother and that this type of play was not conducive to her lifestyle. He said it was no problem that he would rent a hotel room for play. He wanted and needed to feel her.

He proceeded to woo her; nothing vulgar, but lots of double innuendos. When she saw his number, she got moist thinking of what might happen. After numerous requests from him for a playdate, she finally gave in. He rented a room at the Crowne Hotel, and he text her the room number. At noon, she left the office, walked up the street a few blocks, wondering to herself what the hell she was doing. But it felt so damn right!

Up the lift she went to the 8th floor. There, down the hall, the room was ajar, awaiting her. She opened up the door, to see him sitting in the chair, shoes removed and talking on the phone. He promptly ended his call, got up and tossed his cell onto the chair. She moved into the room after closing the door. Taking off her coat, he took it from her and hung it up. She was feeling rather nervous, but so excited and wet. She turned to look at the king size bed, and she felt his hands and arms go around her waist.

No more words.

She stood still.

He explored. His hands roamed, slowed, sneaked inside fabrics, pulling up or down fabrics, seeking hardness, warmth and wetness. He was groaning at how she felt. He was kissing the back of her neck, and as the fabric was being pulled away, his lips were following.

Eventually, she stood there, naked except the thighups and shoes. He moved to sit on the bed admiring her. He removed his clothing quickly, all the while holding her by eye contact. He reached to her hips and pulled her forward onto him. Kissing, hand roaming, hard, wet. The shoes flipped off, and she wiggled up, hard nipples aching for his mouth. She abandoned all other thoughts, except the hedonist experience she was having.

He flipped her, to continue his mouth's exploration of her body. Down from her mouth, down her neck, taking time on her hard pink nipples, under her breasts, across her flat tummy, along the curve of her hip, to the top of her thighs, moving in between her thighs to a wet wonderful honeypot. He groaned again, the smell of her sex was such a turn on. He got comfortable, and moved his nose and mouth in on the wetness, exploring her lips, and her clit. She raised her hips up when he moved ever so slightly away. Her hands found his head, and pulled him in closer. He gave a chuckle, but knew that she had abandoned all her doubts and concerns. His lips and tongue to explore her coaxing her to cum for him. Her breathing was shallow and her moans were low. He could feel it building. He wanted her juice. At last, her thighs completely opened up relaxed, and her tummy tightened, her back arched and her breathing was held. She came against his tongue. He stayed, not moving, letting her pulses subside quietly.

He then, moved up, kissing her belly and breasts along the way, quietly putting on a condom, and then letting his hardness enter her without any help, as it knew exactly where to go. He was inside her with just the one movement, and her eyes widened, and her hands pulled his hips into her deeper. "Don't move," she whispered. He stopped. He was watching her face intently. It has been a while since feeling a cock inside her pussy and she was loving the feeling of his hardness and how he filled her up. She was feeling that wetness starting again. Her hips moved involuntary, wanting and needing more. His cue to start. He started slowly moving against and into her. Pulling back slowly, and turned on even more with how she wanted him back inside her. The pace was leisurely, with a teasing playfulness, until, he could feel her need again for another orgasm. It was such a turn on, to see and feel this woman beneath him. His need became more. He needed to cum in her. They rocked harder with and against each other. He had never felt this connection with anyone, including his wife. Her breath was shallow, and her pupils big. She stopped moving and was holding her breath. He felt her cuming against his hardness, and he lost it. He had to cum. He groaned. He moved hard a couple of more times, thrusting very hard, releasing his orgasm. He stopped moving completely and sank onto her body. Her arms were around him, slowly moving in a caress. Her breathing was laboured, and she was purring like a kitten. He kissed her.

They stayed like that for a number of minutes, with small chitchat. He told her that that was the most fantastic time he had ever had. He'd never forget it. She smiled at him, thinking to herself, what the hell did I just do, and on my lunch break?!

He got up and was going for a shower. She laid on the bed until the shower started. She quickly got up and dressed, leaving him in the shower without a good bye.

Back in the office, she had a smile on her face and surprisingly not hungry for lunch. Then her cell phone buzzed with a text message. "It's only polite for me to say thank you and let's play again soon."

(inspired by WVB - a long long time ago)

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The First Time .............. a snapshot of the first time .....

The sound of her own heart beat gave her comfort
that she was still in the moment, and

perhaps it wasn't a dream.

She had put her head on his chest,

closed her eyes,

and saw and felt it again.

They had been completely

submerged and filled.

The joining had no beginning

nor ending.

The moment was, as if,

the world had stopped.

Yes, it had stopped.

He had entered her, and stopped.

The throbbing was felt and received.

The heat was exchanged and adjusted.

Her breath was held, as he groaned

with his breath into her mouth.

At last.

Their dance was one

inching to go deeper and closer

but they had found that sweet centre,

where they just stopped - bliss.

Then, the rhythm was found

like a sweet slow dance,

where there was no guidance necessary.

The movements, as old as time,

yet natural to the new lovers,

carried them further.

Her mouth and lips moved to his,

and memorized each contour.

Their kisses were deeper

than with anyone before;

as if they had found

a private nectar

to squelch their thirst.

He stopped,

and moved slightly away,

watching her face.

Her pupils enlarged.

He throbbed more,

needing to please her.

Her body felt a wave

of her slick wetness

exposing

all of herself to his hard cock.

Throbbing as they both were,

he could feel her pussy

engorge tighter

round his hardness,

indicating her orgasm was close.

He wanted to stop again

to enjoy this feeling,

but also wanted to make

her gush onto his cock.

So, he never stopped his rhythm.

She arched her back to get closer,

somehow.

And the tremour flowed

from deep inside her pussy

in a wave,

down his hard cock filling her pussy.

Her abandonment was too much

for him to take, and he submitted

to her as his own orgasm

throbbed and released

into her wet warm wanting pussy.

He trembled against her body.

Relaxed from their orgasms.

He rolled off her, with one arm up

over his eyes.

He dare not share his thoughts.

She propped herself up on one elbow,

watching him.

She leaned to his chest, and heard his heart;

thud, thud.

The world stopped again.

His hand moved from his head

to her hair, stroking the silky strands,

and he knew it too.

The world had not only stopped

but forever changed.

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At Last
She exhaled loudly again for the umpteenth time since she left her hotel room, her stomach in knots with excitement and anxiety.  Her long finger pressed the lift button down, and she counted as her stomach flipped again.  "Twelve, fourteen, sixteen, eighteen – oh I should go back to my room" as the lift bell softly rang its arrival.  "Damn!"  The elevator quickly brought her to the lobby, and she exited with yet another sigh.  "Get yourself together, girl!" she scolded herself.  She moved across the lobby floor towards the lounge in a form fitting black dress and black slingbacks with a soft pale pink pachmina.  Entering the archway into the lounge, she paused and looked quickly across the room, finding him sitting and waiting at a small table.  Although they had not met yet, they knew who each other were by "feel".  He stood up, as she advanced to the table, looking fine in a dark suit and white dress shirt.  Their hands connected and pulled each other into a warm embrace.  Finally, to meet after months of talking, was a wonderful moment. 

Her nervousness melted away as he engaged her completely, as he always had during their chats.  The lounge noise and people ebbed away as they conversed and laughed, like old friends, not like new ones.  The scotch was relaxing each of them, and she leaned over and whispered, "I wish we were snuggling."  His eyes intently looked into her eyes, seeing his own reflected back.  The need crackled between them, the desires registering as each breath heard seemed louder than the people in the room.  She rose from her chair smiling at him.  She leaned closer and whispered, "Come up."  He had not intended for this, but was unable to stop himself.  He reached for her hand.

They entered the lift, and his arm went around her waist, and pulled her closer.  She reached to the buttons and pressed the correct floor, while feeling his breath in and on her ear.  She softly moaned.  Turning her face, their lips found each other; soft and unsure.  The bell signaled their arrival, and she took his hand and led him down the corridor.  Entering into the suite, the lights were low.  She kicked off her shoes as she moved into the sitting area.  Turning to him, starting to ask him if he wanted a drink, she stopped at the look on his face.  She leaned against the bar, smiling.  He moved over and into her arms like they had done this a million times before.  The kiss was long and learning; his tongue explored with wet firmness as the passion was being stoked.  Her mouth opened up to him, allowing access and following suit in exploring.  Her hand found their way under his suit jacket and caressed his warm back.  Hands became busy removing garments as the need for skin became tangible.  His jacket off, tie removed, white shirt unbuttoned, belt undone, trousers unzipped.  She looked at him, with lust and need.  She took his hand and turned towards the bedroom.  His hand went up and slowly unzipped her dress as she walked in front of him.  At the bed, she turned and smiled, shrugging off her dress, standing there bare legged in her black thong and matching bra.  She peeled off his clothing until he stood there naked.  She pressed her body into his, kissing him passionately.

She had fantasized about this very moment, a number of times.  Their chats never became cyber-sex, but they were always underlying sensuality and desires never quite exposed.  Never had her thoughts included this very real and very powerful passion that was coursing through her body.  It was as if, her reasonable mind had been disconnected, and this moment with him was caught and taken hostage. 

Their arms opened and desires unleashed.  Their hunger was palpable.  They kissed while slowly moving to the bed.  She softly pushed him back, and slipped onto the bed, pressing her body against his again.  He had no thought in his head except that this kissing was amazing!  He could not get enough.  He had lost the playful art of lustful kissing, but oh, the taste of her mouth and so warm and kissing him back. The feel of her tongue grazing his, made his body shiver with desire.  Their mouths trailed along jaws, around ears, down necks, softly nibbling, tasting and devouring.  Careful not to mark, each touch branded their skin. 

She drew in a breath, and stopped. He opened his eyes.  He brought up his finger to her mouth, and said, "This.  This is now.  This is our moment.  This.  This moment is all us."  And, his mouth replaced his finger, kissing her deeply and with a passion that surprised him.  They continued to explore each other; moving pillows, kissing, touching, tasting and watching.  The world melted away, as these two became one, urgently and with a raw demand that was as old as time.

He explored her.  His hands and fingertips memorized each contour, the texture of her soft skin and the faint heat rising.  His eyes were burned with the beauty of her.  His tongue kissed and licked the slight salt on her skin, wanting more.  He could smell her sexy wetness, and continued down her body.  He stopped directly about her clit and looked up.  She had her head back with her eyes closed, but opened them to look at him.  He held her gaze and lowered his mouth onto her clit.  She moaned softly.  His tongue flattened and caressed her clit.  She tasted wonderful.  He moved against her pussy like a man who had been starved, marvelling in the feast before him.  Her hips started to move against his mouth and tongue.  He felt her urgency, and he tasted her need.  His hands were holding her hips, pulling her closer.  She abandoned herself, letting her pussy move and assisted his tongue in making love to her pussy.  She released her orgasm into his tongue and into his mouth.  Breathing hard, she tried to speak, but, was at a loss for words.  He let her body slow down and moved up slowly up her body, licking soft wet trails and finally kissed her mouth, long and deeply.

"What a gift!" he whispered to her.  She smiled at him with happy eyes.  He moved over her body, and let his hardness find its way into her very wet and warm pussy.  He stopped.  In the moment of now, he had never felt this so intensely; the heat, wetness and uncontrollable desire.  He thought of this as making love, not a fuck; this woman he knew very well after all their time chatting and now intimately.  He moved with care, deliberate, teasing and invading.  His pace changed as her body responded to him.  Feeling her begin to orgasm again, he continued his pace, wanting to feel her gush onto his cock.  The wave started, and come she did.  She clutched at his ass, pulling him closer.  She reached up and bit his shoulder.  He felt her pussy open and close at once.  Shuttering, he slowed his pace, watching her face.  Her pupils were huge.  There was a soft sheen of perspiration on her nose. She moaned, "oh godddd."

He lowered his mouth to her mouth.  Tongues sliding into each other mouth.  Licking and softly sucking, increasing their passion and need.  The sounds of their wetness were loud in their ears.  The underlying bassline of their breathing complimented their music.  This was making love.  Their kissing continued and grew.

He continued to swirl and move in her incredibly wet slick pussy.  He thought, "This is ambrosia!"  He had felt the urge to cum when she had orgasmed, but held off.  Now, as the pace increased, he needed to cum.  His making love to her was over, as he began his ascent to cumming.  Deliberate again, he thrust into her pussy hard, and harder.  Her body responded to the sheer lust and passion of his cock pounding in her open and wet pussy.  His balls were tight and churning with cum, and his cock thick and rock-like.  He could not stop.  His pace was fast, furious, deliberate and needing.  He noticed she was read to orgasm again.  Her eyes were wide, her groans low and her body was on fire.  She pulled him ever closer and then, he lost it.  He groaned from deep within as his cum shot hard out from his cock into her gushing pussy as she orgasmed.  He slowed down his movements with each release.  Then he collapsed on top of her, his face in her neck.

Throughout the rest of the night into the early morning, they made love.  They explored more.  They memorized each other.  They knew this was their only time.  Each curve, reaction, sound and taste was memorized.  As 2:00 am approached, he whispered that he had to leave, and they went into the shower for a last leisurely time.  They lovingly soaped, washed, rinsed and dried each other.  She hoped to keep things light, and loving, but her heart was slightly breaking knowing this was her last time to touch him.  He dressed, and kissed her goodbye.

 

She closed the door to the suite and returned to the bedroom and slid into their bed, arms open wide.  She closed her eyes and saw him, as she always had for many months.  She could still feel his lips on her forehead, her cheek, her mouth.  She turned her face into the pillow and smelled their love.  Breathing deeply, she inhaled the intoxicating smell and then sighed.  She curled up to the pillows, and whispered, “Good night, my love.”

As he walked down the corridor, he sighed a number of times until he pushed the elevator button.  This evening had been so unexpected yet expected.  He closed his eyes, picturing her smile and eyes.  Waiting, his mind rolled back down the corridor, imagining her returning to their messy bed, naked, loved and sleepy.  He almost turned around to go back, but heard the bell of the lift's arrival.  He stepped into the elevator with a loud sigh, and pressed L for the lobby.
(inspired by JTAllen ~ written September 2011)


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Solo Playing


I have just finished a sexy chit-chat with my online friend who lives on the other side of the continent, a mere 4,500 kms away. As I signed off, I told him I was going to take a shower before bed. He asked me about lotion, and do I use it.  I type to him, “Oh yes, I love lotion.” He said he would have a great visual as he too was turning in for the night.


Turning the water on hot, the steam rises in my bathroom fogging up the mirror. I am thinking about our conversation, and imagining that if we were closer, I'd have him in my shower too.


I pull down my jeans, take off my shirt, undies and bra, and step into the wet tub. The water splashes on me, running down my body. My nipples harden because of the images in my mind and the feeling of the water licking my skin. I think of him; visualizing him standing in the tub too, in front of me, hardly getting wet, because I am hogging the water, but he doesn't mind. He takes my body wash and pours it into his hands and proceeds to soap my body, feeling every curve, the softness of my body, the hardness of my nipples.


My hands and fingers feel what he would be feeling. Slipping across - barely touching, teasing. The heat of my skin is from the touch, not the water. As the water starts to turn cooler, I shake my head out of my fantasy and turn off the water. I step out of the tub and grab the hot pink towel off the back of the door. I wrap the towel around myself and move into my bedroom.


My bedroom is very sparse; a room for quietness. The large bed is dressed in white; white sheets and a white duvet with four large pillows. A gray blanket drapes at the foot of the bed. There is a very large white-worn framed Victorian-era mirror propped on the wall showing the entire bed in the mirror's reflection. Beside the bed is a bedside table, with a Victorian lamp. That table holds a drawer that is home to a number of toys, lotions and erotica literature; perfect for the single woman.


I stand beside my bed, and reach for my shae-butter lotion. My skin is still damp. I put some lotion on my hands, and lift a leg up to the bed. I caress the lotion into my skin, slipping easily because my skin is damp, up from the top of my foot, up my ankle, shin and calf, up to my knee and thigh.


As I change legs, I notice myself in the mirror, and immediately think that this is how he would see me. I lift up my other leg and move much slower, repeat my lotion duty. I take my time imagining his hand feeling these curves. I take more of my lotion into my hands, and move them up my stomach, up to my breasts, and I stop. My nipples are very hard. My hands caress lightly, making my nipples ache. Between forefinger and thumb, I take my nipple, and pull, tug, feeling the sensation rush to my pussy. I feel more and more turned on. I look at myself in the mirror. He'd love to see me like this.


I get onto my bed, on my knees and I see my rounded breasts hanging softly, wishing his hands were cupping them from behind me, while he teases my pussy. I move over the bedside table and open up the drawer. I reach for one of my favourites, a handy G-Spot curved baby that finds my pleasure zone quickly. I turn it on, and a soft buzz sounds in my room. I lay back against the pillows, knees up and I run the toy down my body, shivering in delight at the vibrating feeling. My knees part on their own, looking forward to more.


I see myself in the mirror, the curve of my breasts, down my softly curved body to the bare and smooth mound. I move myself around to an angle that allows me to see my pink lips waiting anxiously for some serious playing. Before my toy gets too close, I let my other hand move down, across the smooth bareness, and softly explore my lips. They are pink and pouty and slick. My finger easily finds her way into my folds, imagining his fingers instead of mine, playing and feeling the incredible wetness. I need to play. My toy replaces my finger, and the buzz starts to work magic.


My body would love to feel the weight of his body, but instead, I image that I am masturbating for him, for his pleasure. I imagine that he is sitting naked on my dark gray wing-backed chair in the corner, playing with and stroking his cock as he watches me play with myself.


This image turns me on more. My knees fall back further opening up my pussy for him and the mirror to see. My toy moves in and out of my pussylips. Back inside my wet pussy, and stopping against my g-spot. My body begins to move on its own. My hips move against my toy. My back arches a bit more, and my nipples are pushing out, wishing to feel his tongue suck and pull at them. I imagine him loving the sight of me, wet and open. My pussy is completely exposed for him and the mirror to witness.


My movements to pleasure myself become quicker, faster, and harder. My orgasm is coming up in a bit of a wave. My hand moves the toy faster against my pussy walls. I stop. I writhe. I want a hard cum. I need to cum, hard. I am holding my breath. The buzz is the only thing you can hear, and it is muffled inside my pussy. My orgasm cums very hard. My pussy shudders and my wetness gushes out. I moan, “Aaahhhh.”  I moan again and move my toy slowly out, up against my clit, bringing my second orgasm quickly. Pulse. Tingling. My body is flushed and heated.


I turn off the vibrator and feel the cum-pulses softly continuing in my pussy. My hand reaches down to feel the wetness that has trickled down to my ass cheeks and on my bedcover. I roll over to my side, looking at my body in the mirror. My round breasts are as flushed as my face. My curves still wishing they could feel his hands. Perfect right now for him to come over to my bed, and lie on top of me and slide his cock into my pussy and make love slowly and sensually until we cum again, together.


I reach down and bring up the gray blanket snuggling down on my bed, visions of playing more with him in my mind. Pulse. I drift into naughty dreamland.

(inspired by a cyber chat)

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A Christmas Evening at Sanctuary’s Chamber

Sanctuary’s Chamber was a club in the city; a rare ongoing underground club for fetish nights with amazing DJs blaring out dance, trance and techno music that bewitched many of the guests into erotic movements on the dance floor.  The standard crowd was from all types of life – the professionals, the various artists, and a good many “professional” party-goers.  There are a few Gala Events that the Chamber holds yearly, usually organized well in advanced, with posters and invitations posted on websites, in local newspapers and on Post-No-Bills walls throughout the city.  The Events are usually, Valentines, Start of Summer, Halloween and the Christmas and New Year’s celebrations.

She had been to one of the Halloween Event one year, dressed as a Goth Queen, with her then boyfriend.  She had dressed up wearing a black bob-styled wig and her make up was done with her pale skin, dark kohl eyes, and two sets of fake long eyelashes.  A dark merlot lipstick on her lips set the face into a perfect Goth Queen.  She had worn a little black leather g-string with a matching shelf bra with a sheer black gauze-like short shirt, just covering the bottom of her round butt.  Black thighups with black lace encased her long legs, and her feet were in a pair of black 4” satin peek-a-boo toed sling back shoes.  Unfortunately, that year, her boyfriend kept them on the fringe of the excitement.  Although he knew many there, he didn’t want to share her. 

Now, the Christmas Balls Party was to be held on the Sunday evening before Christmas.  The invitations stated the theme of “An Old-Fashioned Screwed Christmas” based on the various movies of The Scrooge.  Fetish costumes or dress code of red, black or gold; and made of PVC, latex, leather, lace, satin – showing off as much as one dared to, would be strictly enforced. 

She wanted to find some new Christmas Cheer with new people.  She had decided to venture out alone.  She rented the movie “Scrooged”(not the classic version) and found herself drawn to the Angel.  She decided that she would dress up as a Naughty Christmas Angel.  A visit to the local “New World Creations” one afternoon was such fun playing dress up.   At last, purchases were complete and she was ready for Sanctuary’s Chamber.

Sunday arrived, and she had laid out her clothes and dressed.  A couple of shots of tequila steadied her nerves as she was not accustomed to venturing out looking like this, nor into this type of playground at the club, alone.  Her taxi arrived and she went down from the apartment.  The driver took one look at her, and wanted to drive her home to his place.  She was a bit flustered, but tried to collect her thoughts.  The arrival to the door of Sanctuary’s Chamber was quick.  She paid the driver and got out.  At the door, a Santa in PVC black chaps with a red furry thong and a collar of jingle bells met her.  He chuckled and boomed out “Merry Christmas Naughty Angel”.  She had arrived.

She went into the Club, and stood near the bar on the left.  A man at a table across the way looked up and immediately his mouth went dry.  What a vision!  She was tall, black bobbed hair, and dressed as a naughty angel.  A crown on her head held up a gold halo, at a jaunty angle.  She was wearing a red corset, tied up the back with white satin ribbon, and along the top of the corset was a row of white fur/feathers, concealing her nipples.  Completing her top was a set of wings made of white fur/feathers, crinoline and satin ribbons in Angel White.  Down her body, his eyes went.  Part of her lower tummy was exposed.  Then, a skirt started.  A short skirt made out of a few layers of red crinoline.  From this distance he could see she was wearing white and red candy striped panties.  Her legs were encased in white lacy topped thigh-ups.  She was wearing tall red shoes.  Yummy.  She had ordered a drink, lit a cigarette, and turned to watch the floor and other guests.  The other guests were dressed in varying Christmas costumes – some naughty, some barely clothed, some questionable Christmassy! 

He had his goal.  He loved moments like this.  He watched her intently, until she turned and looked right at him.  It was as if he had tapped her on her shoulder.

Her eyebrow went up, and he took the opportunity.  He walked over quickly to the bar, noticing a number of other men and women licking their lips at her standing there.  Seasonal Greetings were exchanged, and a festive conversation started.  Being a gentleman he asked her if she would like to share his table in the alcove, where, there were a number of other friends.  Upon arrival at the table, each individual had devoured her enroute and were excited to have her at their table.  Everyone was dressed in some type formal clothing of the time-period, with quirky sexy fetish additions – no shirts, or tightest of pants, lingerie or lack thereof, showing; gorgeous extreme make up and other accessories.

One of the men moved over to allow her a space to sit.  The music’s beat was thudding up her body, and the additional quick tequila shot was warming her blood.  She leaned in closer to the man.  His eyes were dangerously aroused.  He looked down her face, past those amazing red lips that he could envision on his body, down her chest to the erect pink nipples peeking out of the white furry/feather at the top of her corset.

She saw his arousal.  The game was on.  She asked him to dance, and led him onto the crowded dance floor.  There she started to dance, swaying goth-like to the deep beat.  He followed her lead, moving closer to her.  His hands found her waist, and pulled her closer to him.  Still swaying, other people pressing in on them, and he pulled her even closer.  She felt his aroused state as his hands further explored onto the crinoline skirt, and under it.  His fingers found the bare skin, caressing around, finding that indeed she was wearing only a thong.  Her skin was soft and smooth.  He groaned thinking of biting into the round lusciousness under his hands.  One of the men from the table moved in behind her, as the men sandwiched her very closely.  She felt arousals of both of them.  Her heart was thumping hard.  The second man started to move them away from the centre of the dance floor, to the back side.  There was an open doorway leading down a long hall.  She stumbled a bit, but was caught by two sets of hands.  Led and gently pushed by the two men into a small outer room, where a keeper of the rooms sat, wearing a dog collar, a Christmas thong and black riding boots and a Santa hat greeted them.  He motioned them right.  The man had opened the door, and her Gentleman led her into the room.  There was a large desk on one side of the room and soft lighting, and red Christmas lights on strings everywhere.  In the corner was a large plush chair.  The other man from the table took a seat, said nothing, but watched.

The Gentleman started to kiss her, deeply, longingly, pulling a moan from her throat.  Her body had already reacted to him earlier, and this long kiss made her pussy drip with wetness.  She leaned back against the desk top as he continued to kiss her mouth, his hands ran up her corset, to the soft plush skin of the tops of her breasts, finding the hardened long pink nipple that he bent to kiss, flick and suck softly.  She arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth.  His finger found the hard erect nipple and tugged on it gently, rewarded with a gasp from her throat.  He turned her around, bending her somewhat over the desk.  His tongue traced a salty line with the tip of his tongue slowly down her spine starting at the back of her neck under her ear and slowly, slowly, nibbling on each vertebrae.  They both knew that he would keep going without interruption.  Past her corset, his tongue ran to the top of her skirt.  He fell to his knees and he pulled up her skirt.  His tongue moved to the top of her thong, and his hand pulled them down quickly, to the floor.  His tongue had not left her skin and continued to explore the crevasse of her ass and parted her cheeks to taste her.  He tasted her star-hole, licking and probing; wriggling his pointed tongue into her hole.  His tongue swirled around her hole, teasing her.  Feeling her push back, his tongue stiffened and pushed further into her hole, tasting her muskiness.  While his tongue played with her ass, his fingers made his way to her dripping wet pussy, he opened and plunged his fingers into her wanting cunt.  His mouth moved away and down to her pussy lips.  He devoured her satisfying his own hunger, violating the sanctity of her pussy with his lips, tongue and teeth until she came for him in an almighty wave.  She laid there panting.  Her cum juices gushed over his tongue.  He wasted no time, unzipped his velveteen pants, his thick hard cock sprang out of its confinement.  He grazed the head of his cock along her puffy pouty lips, smeared her cum-slickness across his cock.  He pushed hard into her waiting hot cunt, fucking her across the desk.  His hands, held her ass perfectly still, as he rammed hard against her and in her.  He could feel her pussy start to tighten and thicken against his cock.  God! He loved this feeling of this power.  Fucking her harder.  Slapping her ass.  Slap!  Again, slap!  She was close to cumming again.  He loved how she was trying to push back against him, but he held her hips, fucking her harder.  Aahhhhhhh.  He started to cum, a hard spurting cum.  One pulse.  Stream.  Two pulse.  She was cumming.  Third pulse.  He swirled his hardness in the creamy hole of her cunt.

The man in the corner stood up with lust in his eyes.  His cock was already out.  He breathing was ragged.  He wanted that cunt.  He walked over quickly to the desk.  He fell to his knees, his face, mouth and tongue, ready to lap up all the juices in her cunt.  He ran his hands up her silky thighs to the warm skin above the lacy top.  His head moved forward, and his mouth started to drink the mix of his friend’s salty cum and this juicy woman’s juice.  Fuck, he was in heaven.  Lap.  Suck.  Drink.  She moaned her arousal.  His tongue fucked her pussy, his thumb rubbed her clit teasingly.  He moved her onto her back.  He parted her thighs, and his friend moved her feet onto his shoulders.  Perfect.  It didn’t take long for him to continue to suck and lick her pussy to orgasm.  As she came, he was eager to pounce on her open cunt, to fuck her hard, like his buddy.  His hands pulled her hips to the edge of the desk, and he thrust his hard cock into her still pulsing cunt, fucking her.  She moaned as his thicker cock fucked her cunt lips, opening her hole bigger.  His friend moved to the side of the desk, with his cock pushed into her red coloured lips.  Both of the men were fucking her, hard.  She shook.  She was dripping with sweat.  She was pushed past into a blissful fuck-fest.  Her orgasm felt like it was cumming in waves.  Crash, ebb, oooh, another one was on its way.  Both the men were close to cumming, and she wanted one last cum.  Their rhythm was faster and harder.  She eagerly sucked at the cock in her mouth, tasting the salty taste his friend had enjoyed earlier.  Her hands pulled him closer, and he couldn’t last a moment longer.  He burst his orgasm in her mouth, as she greedily swallowed his cum.  The friend fucking her pussy, loved watching her suck his good buddy’s cock, and he knew exactly how that would taste.  He groaned his orgasm, and slammed into her pussy, releasing all of his cum in a few hard pulses.  Everyone stopped moving.  They could hear the thudding of the music through the walls.  The Gentleman leaned down, and kissed her beautiful full lips.  His friend picked up her thong, smelled it and put it in his pocket.  Unsteady on their feet, they all smiled and made quiet chit chat as clothing was re-adjusted and new lipstick applied.

Her thong was lost.  But in this Chamber, it didn’t seem to matter.  They made their way back through the dance floor, to the table, with the feeling of cum sliding down her upper thighs.  At the table of friends they all could see that she had been fucked very well, and very thoroughly.  She passed the “test”.  Dubbed by the new found friends, Candycane, she had found a new playground, with some new playmates.  All these new found friends wanted to give her and share with her, the perfect Christmas Cheer Gift of a thorough and satiated fucking.

Brandy drinks were raised, “Merry Christmas, Candycane!”

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