doggy style

I like to write short real life stories that are to the point. Hard or wet factor is the only thing I am aiming for. This is not a PhD dissertation or English grammar class. You are on the wrong website if you care for either of those topics.



I am 22, 5’3″, 110, small petite blonde girl.



Based on my experience guys will fuck any girl that offers herself. But in my few yeas of fucking so many guys, only once I had to force a guy to fuck me. Fuck me he did, but it was not easy getting him there.



My spa hires some of the best looking guys for massage. Now some are gay, but then some are really strong, well chiseled straight guys too. Let me tell you this is no seedy spa but a very upscale spa in my city. Andrew was all muscles with a 6′ frame. I had seen him work there but never had the pleasure of having his hands all over me. My regular guy was good but nothing like Andrew. During a couple of my previous visit, I had spoken and flirted with Andrew while waiting, but then I am sure most girls hit on him and he must be used to it. He smiled and humored me but did not take any bait. My desire for him only grew.



Last week I booked a spa appointment and asked for Andrew. On the spa day I showered, cleaned myself, put some light perfume on me in all the right places. I wore no bikini under my body hugging track pants and top. Just a sexy thong was all I wore under my track pants. I showed up all excited and a little wet with anticipation. I knew I wanted to seduce Andrew and was hoping it will be a cake walk for my tight young frame.



Once in the spa room after all check in formalities were over, Andrew was discussing what areas needed focus, what level of pressure etc? I was so horny and eager to seduce him that as he spoke, I unzipped my top and dropped it on the chair to reveal my naked top. Andrew paused a little but continued. I am sure many girls have stripped and thrown themselves to this hunk and it must be just another day for him at work ;) He was discussing energy flow channels, how he prefers to do his craft blah blah blah and all I was doing was imagining a hard cock under his slacks. I turned my back to him and pulled my track pants off me to reveal to him my tight ass in a thong. I stayed a little bent over pretending to fold my clothes on the chair giving Andrew a extended view of my ass. He stayed completely professional.



I turned towards him standing in my thong pretending to listen. I surely played with my hair seductively as I pulled the hair clip and threw it on the table. Facing him I touched under my breast and firm abs area telling him a story about how playing volleyball last week pulled some muscle and it hurts, just so that he stares at my breast area. I made up a story about how the thighs and the hamstrings are tight and needed extra help to loosen them. All I wanted was his hands close to my pussy.



Andrew acknowledged he will take care of the areas I mentioned. He asked me to lie down under the covers facing down once he stepped out. I smiled and said that was not necessary. I pulled my thong off me to show him my naked body as I got up on the table and lay down under the cover. I was hoping that will get me the rock hard salute I needed from under his slacks. Andrew just continued covering me, setting warm blankets, adjusting music volume, asking if I was comfortable etc. Still no mention about how beautiful I was or any flirty comment.



I had booked a 90 minute session as I wanted to have fun assuming he will go for it. First 15 minutes of massage was heavenly. He had strong but gentle hands. He ran his hands all over my back, shoulders and neck area. His hands got close to my ass and side of the boobs but never touched them. Just like professionals do! I so wanted his hands to touch the forbidden areas of my body. 15 minutes of that, he covered my top and moved the covers off my legs that ended just below my ass. I was so tingly with anticipation hoping he left the covers just high enough to see my pussy. I was not sure.



Andrew started massaging my legs and calves and thighs and after 2 minutes started to focus on the hamstring/thigh area. If I could cum by a guys touch, that would have been the moment. I opened my legs a little bit to give him better access to the inside of my thighs. I was also hoping that he may now see my pussy. But Andrew stayed on the side and kept working and got close but never close enough to touch me where I wanted to be touched. 10 minutes of this agony and nothing.



Andrew continued to do his job but knowing I needed him, in the middle of the massage, I pulled the covers off my back to expose my ass and asked him to massage my ass and lower back and thighs as one unit. Andrew still stayed professional and continued working on me as I lay naked. His hands did touch my tight ass but he approached it as a massage opportunity only. God was he a saint or gay I wondered?



2 minutes of lying naked knowing my pussy was wet like hell, I turned face up lying on my back to show Andrew my complete naked body. He the professional that he was, asked if I needed a towel to cover? That was my cue and I said flirting, ‘I do not need the towel unless you do not like what you see and would like me covered.’ He apologized and said that was not what he meant. I smiled back and seductively said, ‘glad you do not find my body repulsive’. Even in the dimly lit room I could see he blushed. He put his hands on top of my knee to start there. He had no choice but stare at my naked body, my tits, my pussy. He was a little confused by now trying to decide where to go.



I reached and grabbed his hands and put them on my tits and said, ‘here is where i want your hands to start and focus.’ Andrew pulled his hands back startled. Not ready to stop I grabbed his hands again and put it on my shaved pussy and said, ‘unless you prefer having your hands here?’ Andrew pulled away from the table and started to explain that how this is not right and that the spa was not meant for this kind of experience. I sat up on the massage table, pulled Andrew close and tried to kiss him. My lips were on his lips, my hands down on his cock and I could feel that it was hard. I pulled away and gave him a naughty smile and said, ‘I think your cock think this is a great idea!’



Andrew tried explaining how he could lose his job, how this is not right, how things can get out of hand. I did not care. I jumped down from the massage table, and jumped on Andrew wrapping my legs around his waist. He instinctively caught me holding me up with his hands around my ass. My pussy was rubbing against his cock and I planted a deep kiss on his mouth. A few seconds later his mouth opened and we were deep kissing as he held me. Minute of this passionate kissing, Andrew dropped me on the massage table and again went back on the how this is not right train.



I was getting frustrated and asked him if something was wrong with me? He explained how hot I am and how he would love to date me if he did not have a girl friend. I told him I did not care even if he was married. ‘I just want to feel that cock in all my holes’ I said. With that I got a little aggressive and pulled his slacks and boxer down and took his cock in my mouth. I heard Andrew moan. I knew he wanted this but was just afraid. I started to stroke his 7 inch cock as I sucked him. He was as hard as a guy gets. He tasted so good. Soon his hands were on my head as he forced me down to take all his cock. I loved that he was getting into it and I love when a guy tries to force his cock deep in my mouth.



I sucked him for a few minutes and needed to feel him in my pussy. So I stood up, bent over on the table with my ass towards him and asked him to fuck me. And again the holiness kicked in and Andrew started saying how wrong this all was. I was not ready to go home without getting fucked and debated the idea of threatening him with a made up story that will get him into trouble. But I did not want to be mean so I squeezed close into his body, rubbing my naked body against his hard cock. I whispered into his ear how I just want him to fuck me once and then I will leave and he can think about his new conquest later.



As i whispered, I had his cock back in my hand and I was stroking him. I rubbed his cock against my pussy lips for him to know how wet it was. Andrew finally let his man in him take over. He reminded me how we could not make too much noise or he will get into trouble. I smiled. With that I turned around and once again bent over the massage table, with my ass towards him. Andrew positioned his cock and pushed it into my sloppy wet pussy. I moaned and I think I was loud so Andrew shushed me and asked me to keep it down.



I was in heaven. I had Andrew’s cock buried deep in my pussy as he picked his speed. Somehow it felt he was going too fast wanting to cum and get this over quickly. I on the other hand was not ready for a quickie. So I stood up resulting in his cock slipping out of my pussy. He protested and said he was close to cumming. I reminded him that it was about both of us. I jumped on the table, lay down and asked him to eat me. Andrew protested saying I wanted to be fucked and why we should get this over with quick and not risk being caught.



I refused and asked him to eat me and make me cum and I will make him have the fuck of his life. Andrew by now was desperate to cum so he buried his face between my legs. I have to say he was not the best pussy eater but I was so horny that soon his licking my clit had me cumming. I buried my face in the towel to muffle my moan.



Once I could breathe, I asked Andrew to lie down on the massage table. He did and I straddled him like a cow girl and started to ride his hard cock. My hands in my hair as I closed my eyes, arched my back, asked him to play with my tits as I enjoyed him in me. He was pushing himself into my pussy and I could see the pleasure on his face. He commented how much he liked my ass. So I turned and took the reverse cow girl position and let his cock slip back in my pussy. Andrew commented how much he is enjoying watching my ass.



I asked if he wanted to fuck my ass? By now he was just another guy and nodded vigorously. I adjusted and took him in my ass. Hands on his knee, I let him fuck my ass. He asked if he could cum in my ass. I nodded and told him he should. He took charge and holding me by my waist made me ride in that reverse cow girl position till he came in me. There was a lot of cum. I laughed and kidded with him that it seems he is not getting laid by his gf given the amount of cum he had in his balls. He laughed and told me how his gf and he have been fighting for a week and how she is not putting out.



I had 15 minutes still left of my massage time. After cleaning my ass, I asked him to massage me the right way for the last 15 minutes. This time Andrew knew what had to be done. He touched me all over, finger fucked me and made me cum. I touched his cock every time he was close to me. After watching me cum on his massage table, Andrew was hard again. He asked if he could have a quickie? I nodded yes. He pulled me to the edge of the table, opened my legs wide, and slid his cock in me as he fucked me standing.



Quick hard and furious strokes and he came in my pussy in a minute plus. I was also satisfied. I got dressed and Andrew asked if I plan to come back soon and have a do it again? I smiled, kissed him and said, time will tell as I left.

I don’t know why it happened. Maybe it was because it was the Christmas holidays and they always make me a bit lonely. Or maybe because I’ve always had a taste for seducing older men. Or perhaps it was just that I found the man who lived on the sixth floor mysterious and attractive on a visceral level. Whatever the reason, it happened, and I’m glad it did.



I had moved from Paris to New York four years before, taking a job in Midtown and living in a highrise apartment building near Sutton Place. Shortly after I arrived, I fell into a romantic relationship with someone and it became quite intense. In retrospect, I think I fell trop vite et trop forte — too fast and too hard. I was a stranger in a strange land. In any event, we embarked on a weekend love affair — she lived in another city. It was my first serious relationship with another woman.



She was…is…very beautiful. I met her while on vacation in the Caribbean. She was walking on the beach. She was in a string bikini and I had never seen such a gorgeous creature before — beautiful eyes, a lovely smile, a perfect body. We hit it off immediately. She pursued me and I felt so flattered that someone so beautiful would want me so much.



You see, I have always been sexually attracted to men but drawn to women in a more emotional way. Yet the way she affected me, the way she touched me…she took me to places I’d never been. She had a way of getting under my skin, of getting past my inhibitions, and making me feel things that I never felt before.



I remember the first time she kissed me, brushing her full lips softly over mine, her hand softly touching my face, the heat grew deep within my body. And when she first caressed my breasts, her fingers gently brushing my nipples like the softest feather, my heart pounded and my pussy became so very wet. And then, when she licked me, making love to me with her beautiful mouth and tongue … oh mon Dieu … I was so excited I couldn’t stand it. La petite morte with her was as complete, as satisfying, as any I’d ever had. Right now, remembering that first time, lifting my pelvis to her mouth, feeling her tongue in my pussy … I’m getting wet again just thinking of it.



As our relationship grew, I had a kind of sexual renaissance. All I could think about was sex. All the time. When would be the next time I would be with her? When would I feel her tongue between my legs again? When I was at work. In meetings. I couldn’t concentrate. It got to the point that I snuck a vibrator into my office and would actually masturbate during the day. I would create a ruse that I had a project to finish and then I’d shut the door, draw the shades, and put my legs up on my desk and pleasure myself. I’d imagine my lover kneeling under my desk, making love to me with her tongue, licking and sucking me. I ran the vibrator over my clit until I came, playing music on my laptop to keep my moans from being heard outside. Incroyable!



Yet even with these daily dalliances, I couldn’t seem to satisfy my urges. I found myself wanting more. Something was missing. It started to feel incomplete as if only a part of me was being pleasured. And then I realized what it was. I wanted — needed, really — a man’s cock. I needed to take it in my hand. In my mouth. To feel it inside me. No matter how good her tongue was, or how stimulating a vibrator could be, it wasn’t the same. I needed the hot, penetrating hardness of a velvety, throbbing penis. I longed for it. Day and night.



Finally, my lover and I decided to break up. It was hard because I still cared for her. But I was driven by a lust that was always lurking beneath the surface.



That’s when it happened. Shortly before Christmas, I was returning home from work. Snow was on the ground and the store windows brimmed with decorations. Watching the couples bundled up in their overcoats and scarves, walking arm in arm down Fifth Avenue, created a yearning deep inside me.



I had just returned to my building, and was saying hello to the doorman, when I saw him by the mailboxes in the lobby. It was him. The man from the sixth floor.



I had known him casually for more than a year. We had a easy, friendly relationship, just saying hello in passing, but I sensed he was attracted to me. I could feel his eyes on me when we rode the elevator together. I would catch him looking at my body. He was older than me, a professor at the university here, with sensitive, intelligent eyes that seemed to really see me.



Anyway, I saw him by the mailboxes and we started chatting. Just small talk. We were talking about a TV show that we both liked on HBO. He said he had missed the latest episode and I said casually that I had too but had recorded it and that we should watch it together. He said that sounded delightful and we decided to do it that night. When I shut the door to my apartment, my heart was beating like a schoolgirl’s.



I have always been attracted to men who were older than me, and he was just my type. Dark curly hair with dark brown eyes. The thought of seducing him, caressing him, taking him in my mouth, feeling him grow hard …well, it made me dizzy just to think of it. I took a long bath just to calm myself. I tried to put such thoughts out of my mind. But after drying myself I found myself spraying eau de cologne on my breasts and on my pussy. I couldn’t help myself.



When the knock on the door came, I was dressed in a clingy nightgown and heels. It wasn’t a negligee exactly, but it was quite sheer and, yes, it showed off my figure. Oh, I was shameless but I didn’t care. And because I was already excited, I’m mean in a sexual way, my nipples were hard and quite visibly pressing against the fabric.



When I opened the door, he paused and I could feel his eyes linger for a moment on my breasts. I took him by the arm and led him in, my breast pressed against him.



He sat on the couch and I stood before him and asked if he wanted something to drink. The light from the kitchen behind me shone through my nightgown. My legs were slightly apart and my hip was thrust to one side. I could see him studying the outline of my body, the contours of my thighs, beneath the sheer nightie. I let him. I wanted him to. It excited me. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, slowly moving my hips.



“I have beer, wine, sparkling water. What’s your pleasure?”



He gave me a sly smile.



“That’s a loaded question,” he replied. “What are you having?”



“I planned on opening a Courbissac from Languedoc-Rousillon,” I said with a gesture to the wine case against the wall. “Care to join me?”



“Sounds perfect,” he answered with a smile.



I walked to the armoire on one wall and opened it, removing two crystal wine glasses, and placed them on the coffee table. I could feel his eyes on me. On my body.



“Do you know Languedoc?” I asked. “It’s in the south. On the Mediterranean.”



I then walked to the wine cabinet on the other wall. I knew he was watching my every move and I made every move count. I wondered to myself, is he an ass man, or a breast man?



“It’s one of the major wine regions of France,” I continued. “Very beautiful.”



The cabinet was just a metre high and I bent over to find the wine I wanted. As I did so, I pressed my ass against the sheer fabric of my nightgown giving him a good view.



“Very beautiful,” he echoed.



I turned to him with bottle in hand and caught him eyeing my derriere. Ah, an ass man, I thought to myself. I was enjoying this.



“Is that where you’re from?” he asked with eyebrows raised.



“Non, non,” I replied. “I’m from the north. From Bretagne. Although I lived most of my adult life in Paris.”



I started to open the bottle of wine, twisting the corkscrew, knowing he was watching me like the proverbial hawk.



“This is how we open wine in Bretagne!” I said.



I put the base of the bottle between my legs and leaned towards him. My arms were pressing my breasts together, spilling over the top of my nightgown.



I made a show of wrestling with the cork, putting my whole body into it. I turned from side to side, letting him feast on my breasts. I grunted as I struggle with the cork, biting my bottom lip with my teeth, until it pulled out with a loud pop.



“Voila!” I exclaimed, brushing a shock of auburn hair from my my face. “The world’s most beautiful sound!”



I bent at the waist in front of him to pour the wine. The front of my nightgown was scooped and as I bent forward I could feel it fall open. I pretended not to notice that the top of my breasts were visible to him. I just chatted on about Bretagne, how beautiful it was, and how different life was when I moved to Paris. I poured the wine slowly, carefully, giving him a good, long view.



I could see a bulge forming in his trousers.



When I finished pouring, I sat on the couch next to him and raised my glass.



“Joyeux Noel,” I said as we touched glasses.



“To new friends,” he said, charmingly.



I stole a glimpse at his crouch and I could see that he was clearly getting larger. Perhaps he’s an ass man AND a breast man.



As we spoke of our lives, our experiences, I turned my body to face him. I sat up straight, with my back slightly arched, and my breasts pressed against the sheer fabric. The outline of my nipples were clearly visible. Yes, I was shameless.



You see, I’m rather proud of my body. I’m a former dancer, with a petite figure, and I work hard to stay in shape. While my breasts aren’t very large, they have a nice shape with pink upturned nipples that stand out when I’m excited. They were standing out now.



Oh, I admit that it excited me to flirt with him. Was that so wrong? It had been so long since I had been with a man. And he seemed to enjoy it too. Knowing that I still had it in my power to excite a man, to make his body react with a mere gesture or pose, was such a turn on to me.



When I showed him my ass, and saw the effect it had, it made my heart race. I’ve been told I have a nice ass more than once — it’s my strongest asset, so to speak.



And when I caught him looking at my breasts, yes, that too sent a wave of heat through my body. And when I sat next to him, and could see the outline of his cock, getting bigger, because of me, well then I have to admit it made me very wet. I cannot help it. I am a healthy French woman and I have a good body and a pretty face and this is what we do. C’est tout.



We shared our wine and talked of everything, from literature to art, to politics and our families. I told him about my life in France, and how it felt to be a foreigner living in the U.S. He was a great listener, sensitive and insightful. We enjoyed each other’s company tremendously but there was a sexual tension that ran like an undercurrent throughout our conversation.



We decided to watch the TV show which I had taped earlier. Here, I confess another deception. I had already watched this particular episode. I just wanted to watch this one again — with him. In it, the main female character, an Irish woman living in the U.S., lusts after a man and finally takes him as her lover.



Over the next hour, we sat and watched as the woman character grows increasingly obsessed with the man. The sexual tension built up during the whole episode. His mere physical presence makes her wobbly. His touch sends electricity through her body.



Finally, she asks him to carry her suitcase up to her bedroom. They are alone. The house is empty.



“We will never speak of this again,” she says, matter of factly.



Then, she moves to him. Gives herself to him. They embrace passionately and she lets him push her back onto the bed and remove her clothes. The last shot of the episode is a closeup of her face gasping as his cock fills her.



Watching this again, this woman living far from home, longing to feel a man inside her, taking this near stranger to her bed — all with him sitting right next to me — was just too much. By the time the credits ran, I was completely … totally … wet. My heart was pounding. I had to calm myself.



“More wine?” I asked, my voice tremulous.



“That was quite a climax,” he said as I refilled his glass. “Do you think she enjoyed it? I mean, they cut away before the action really started.”



I let out a small laugh, collecting myself.



“Oh, I’m confident that she was more than satisfied,” I said, filling my own glass. “She had been waiting so long for this. All that pent up desire flooding out at once. All alone, in that empty house.”



I turned to him, my composure restored.



“My guess is,” I said confidently, “she had an orgasm that was positively volcanic.”



I smiled at him seductively. He looked at his glass and nodded.



“Perhaps, though he was moving rather fast,” he said with a glint in his eye. “It may have been just a flash in the pan. We’ll never know what happened after the last fade out, will we?”



I took a sip of wine and imagined how the scene might have played out.



“I like to think that, while he started fast, due to his passion for her, he was wise enough to slow the pace and let her feel every bit of his love. Deep inside her. Touching her very soul.”



There was a pause as he looked at me, intently. We were crossing some sort of unspoken boundary.



“Is that how you would have liked it?” he replied in a low voice. “If the scene continued, I mean. Slow and … deep?”



“Ummm, oui … yes,” I said, feeling that heat again between my legs. “Slow … Deep … Intimate.”



I slowly licked the rim of my wine glass and turned to him. “And you? How would you have liked it to continue?”



He thought about it for a moment.



“I would hope he would have covered her body with kisses. Leaving no part unexplored. With his lips. And his tongue.”



I smiled knowingly.



“Go on.”



“And … I hope he would have had the courtesy to bring her orgasm several times that way. With his head nestled between her legs.”



I shifted a bit in my seat. My heart was beating fast again.



“Is that right?”



“Of course, she might have other ideas,” he replied with a smile. “What ideas might she have?”



I smiled and thought a moment. Then I spoke in a slow whisper, my eyes closed, as if in a trance.



“I think … she would have liked … to wrap her lips … around him … and to feel him … growing … growing … harder and harder … inside her mouth.”



I opened my eyes and he was staring at my mouth. I licked my lips and continued. My hand found his leg and gently stroked his inner thigh.



“I think she would use her tongue,” I whispered. “To please him … to tickle him … to make him hard.”



My hand found his cock, and started to rub it slowly through his trousers. He let out a grunt.



“May I show you what I mean,” I cooed.



“Yes,” he whispered.



I knelt on the floor in front of him, facing him on the couch. I began to unfasten his pants.



“She would want to take it slow, to make it last. She had wanted his cock for so long that she’d want to savor it.”



I released his cock from his pants and began to stroke it, slowly. My eyes were fixed on his. It felt so glorious to have a cock in my hands again.



“And then … she would stroke him … slowly … making him bigger … harder.”



I made my thumb and forefinger into a pussy shape and slid it over the tip and slowly down the shaft, one hand and then the other. He leaned back and moaned loudly. His cock was fully erect now. His chest heaved.



“And she would long to taste him … to lick him … to feel that soft hardness … beneath her tongue.”



I trained my eyes on his and glided my broad, soft tongue along the length of his shaft, swirling around the tip and tasting the precum that gathered there.



“And as their desire grew … they would want more … they would find themselves … in an embrace … soixante-neuf … head to foot … mouth on pussy … mouth on cock … and he would pump his cock into her mouth … as if it were her pussy … sliding in and out … and she would love it so much. And she would press her pussy against his face … his tongue and lips caressing her clitoris. Pure, unadulterated, pleasure.”



Slowly, I stuck out my tongue and licked from the base of his cock to the tip. He leaned back, moaning.



“Only then would he put his beautiful hard cock against her hot, wet pussy. She would want him … need him .. to fill her up .. to make her come.”



I moistened my lips with my tongue and puckered them. Full, wet, fleshy lips hovering over the tip of his cock.



“Slowly … gently … he would push the tip against the lips of her pussy … so wet … so ready.”



I pressed my puckered lips, shaped like an pussy, against the swollen tip. And pulled away.



“And he is so turned on … his cock is so hard … and swollen … the tip spreads her lips as he enters her.”



Again, I pressed my lips against the tip and let it pop into my mouth, making my lips tight against the warm, velvety skin. My tongue slid over the head with a flourish. I felt his body shudder. Again, I released him from my mouth.



“Her pussy is small and tight … so the tip spreads her lips … and makes her gasp.”



I pushed my lips against the tip again and this time slid halfway down the shaft. I released him with a smack.



“He wants her so … he pushes himself inside her … filling her. She cries out … it feels so good.



I took his cock deep into my mouth and throat, sliding up and down the velvety shaft. I squeezed my lips around the head and slowly released it with a smack.



I raised myself up until my lips met his.



“I want to do all that,” he whispered. “With you. Right now.”



As if in a trance, he stood and pulled me up from my kneeling position. We walked into the bedroom and he kicked off his shoes as I unbuttoned his shirt. I pulled off his trousers and underwear and let them drop to the floor. His erect cock stood out, glistening.



I was so full of desire my legs were trembling. Not just from our foreplay, but from the knowledge that I was about to make love to a man the perfect size for me.



A quick explanation before I continue my story. You see, in reality I am quite petite and I cannot lay with just any man. If the man is too big, it isn’t pleasurable for me. I prefer a man who is small to average size. A man who is big, I must say no. I will give fellatio but no more. But a small man feels wonderful for my tight pussy. And an average man? Well, let’s just say that an average sized cock feels like a huge cock to me, ok? Like a porn star would to another woman. It spreads me and fills me and makes me cry out until I come over and over again.



I lay him down on the bed and did a strip for him. First one shoulder, then the other. I cupped my breasts in my hands, hiding them, rubbing the nipples. I let my nightgown fall to the floor. I turned and showed him my dancer’s body. I stuck out my ass which he seemed to like so much. Then I slowly got on the foot of the bed on my knees, my knees spread, and lifted my hands to my hair. I could see him staring at my breasts, devouring them with his eyes, and at my pussy, shaved and already dripping wet. I let my fingers drift down to my shoulders and arms until they found my breasts and I caressed them and played with the nipples. I was so turned on, they were hard and erect, ready to be touched and sucked. Slowly, I moved my hands downward, to my hips and stomach, until my fingers found my pussy. I slowly slid my index finger along the wet slit and then brought it to my mouth, tasting my own desire.



I saw his throbbing cock rise and fall as it lay against his stomach.



“Do you like my body? Do I turn you on?” I purred.



“God, yes” he answered.



“Then show me,” I purred again. “Touch yourself.”



He hesitated for a moment.



“I want to watch you touch yourself. It makes me so hot. Touch yourself while I touch myself.”

Logan stumbled into the kitchen the next day as I was rinsing my lunch dishes. He didn’t look as bad as he had yesterday, and I hadn’t heard any ominous sounds coming from his bedroom or the bathroom. Hair mussed and sticking out in places, I stuck my hands back under the tap before I did something stupid and ran my fingers through it.



What the hell was wrong with me? He was a kid. One I didn’t know very well.



I shut off the water and reached for the towel, jerking when my wet hands connected with Logan’s dry ones. I plucked the towel from his fingers. “Thanks,” I mumbled.



He rubbed a hand over his face before he pulled open the fridge for a bottle of Gatorade. “Didn’t I bring Chelsea home with me last night?”



I wanted to squirm. “You passed out as soon as you got on the couch. She opted to go home rather than try and muscle you into the bedroom and reviving you.”



“Oh.” He gulped down more Gatorade. Then he turned and shuffled out of the kitchen.



I wasn’t sure if I was relieved he wasn’t going to bring up me putting him to bed last night or disappointed. Maybe he didn’t remember. Relieved. I opted for relieved, even though disappointed was closer to what I was feeling.



I spent a few hours checking out rental listings in the area without much luck. Damn Logan. Damn Massive Attack. Damn Zach, while I was at it. This whole situation had just deteriorated to the point where there was no hope for ever straightening it out.



And that’s where the disappointment belonged.



After years of living alone and preferring it, I liked coming home and knowing I could have company if I wanted it. Logan was a good distraction after tedious days at work, and not just for the sex we would certainly no longer be having.



Sighing, I reached for the phone I’d left on my bedside table and tapped out a quick text to Rick, letting him know I’d had a good time last night. It was the right thing to do, I told myself. I needed at least one or two more dates to find out if we had any sort of spark.



I shut the laptop off and climbed off the bed to set it back on my desk. Something felt weird. Off. Like there was a weight I couldn’t dislodge from my shoulders, and it had everything and nothing to do with Logan and his drunken behavior last night. I wandered out to the living room and turned on the TV, flipped through the channels, and shut it off again. I tried to read. I thought about going for a walk, or a drive, calling up a friend, indulging in a healthy session with my good friend Mr. Wiggles.



I ended up back in my room and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.



The knock on the front door was faint, and I glanced through my open bedroom door, expecting to see Logan walking by to answer it. My friends don’t drop by. They call or text first. They’re polite like that.



The knocking upped to a pound as the door went unanswered. I levered myself up and off the bed and went to answer the door.



Chelsea had her hand raised again. “Oh. Um. Hi. Is Logan home?” She peered around me, so I made it easier for her and stepped aside, allowing her to come in. She made a beeline for his bedroom, and I followed slowly, turning into my bedroom and shutting the door. A nap. A nap would be good.



I pulled the covers over my head as the sound of muffled voices, then sobs, filtered through the closed door. I waited. I didn’t know what I was waiting for, but something told me to wait.



I got my answer a few minutes later. Footsteps ran past and the front door slammed, and I held my breath, waiting for Logan’s move. Don’t come in here don’t come in here don’t come in here.



Logan obviously wasn’t telepathic. My bedroom door clicked open. “Jane?”



“Mmph.”



The mattress dipped behind me. I rolled over and brushed the hair out of my face, squinting at him. He reached out and caught a stray lock, brushing it into place himself. Buried under the lines of fatigue drawing his face down was longing, and I didn’t want to think what that might mean. “I was trying to take a nap, you know.”



“Sorry.” He didn’t sound the least bit sorry. “A nap sounds like a good idea. Can I join you?”



We watched each other for what felt like ages. Was he asking for a fuck? Any variety he could get? Or did he really only want to sleep? He looked worn out; two nights in a row getting shitfaced would do that to you at any age, and Logan, despite his youth, had rarely gotten as trashed as he’d been the last two nights the entire time I’d known him.



I didn’t want to figure out what he was after. That was his job.



“No.” I rolled away from him, tugged the blankets back up, and shut my eyes, hoping he’d get the hint and leave.



A few long minutes later, he did.



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There was a tension in the apartment that hadn’t been there before, not even after the last time we’d had sex. We went out of our ways to avoid each other, being excruciatingly polite when we did cross paths. A couple weeks went by. I saw Rick three more times, and each of those times he’d kissed me the way he had the first time, and try as I might to reach the heat inside, it wasn’t there. But I was too damn stubborn to give up. He liked me. All of me. And after having gone without that for so long, I was pathetically desperate for it.



Almost two and a half weeks after I’d turned down Logan’s request, I walked through the door of our apartment after another date with Rick and was greeted by Logan scowling at me.



I sighed. “What?”



He pounced. That’s the only word, the best word, I can use to describe what he did. He yanked me against him and crushed his mouth to mine, tongue plunging between my lips without invitation. “I don’t like it,” he growled when he let me come up for air. “I don’t want you fucking some other guy.” His mouth connected with the sensitive skin under my ear, licking and nibbling his way along my jaw.



“I’m not sleeping with him,” I gasped. Yet. Not sleeping with him yet. I was planning on it.



Logan’s hands worked their way under the hem of my blouse and stroked over the curve of my waist. My panties were well on their way to being soaked. God, I’d missed this. Missed this rush, this intoxication of what his fingers and lips and tongue did to me, dragging me places I’d never thought I’d go to again. My hips canted forward, needing to feel him.



He groaned, picked me up, and strode down the hall toward the bedrooms. His strength surprised me. I’m no lightweight, and his build doesn’t make me think he can haul me around. But he can, and he did, and he tossed me onto my bed and jumped on top of me.



We wrestled on top of the covers for a few minutes, hands roaming everywhere, mouths fused together. Finally his hips settled against mine, and the feel of his hard cock pressing into me, even through our clothes, had us both groaning.



Time slowed. The kisses became deeper and less frantic, and my tongue explored every inch of his mouth, flicking over his lower lip, teeth nipping into his chin, down his throat, until I was stopped by the collar of his shirt.



I’d never really taken the time to learn my way around his body, and after the intriguing display of strength, I wanted to map every inch with my hands, then go back and do it with my mouth. I tugged at his shirt, and he sat back and whipped it over his head.



Just the invitation I needed.



I sat up and stroked my hands up his chest, curling my fingers around his shoulders. Then I pushed, and he fell over onto his back. He wasn’t going to get a chance to retaliate. I straddled his hips and bent down, his skin warm and smooth under my fingertips. Trailing kisses from his neck, my teeth closed around a nipple. His hips jerked in response, his dick grinding into me. My greedy pussy pushed back.



I gritted my teeth. I was going to make this last, dammit. My own needs could just sit tight for a minute. I had no doubt I’d be well pleasured myself.



The muscles of his chest and abs were definitely there, though not exactly defined. And from the way he was squirming under me, my tongue was driving him crazy. His cock constantly rubbed my clit, sending off sparks.



You know that line of muscle on a guy, the one that runs in a vee toward their groin? Sits up above the hip bones? I love that spot. I could have spent hours caressing Zach’s with my tongue if he’d let me. I found Logan’s, and I slid my fingers over it, following the path with my lips, flicking my tongue out.



His hips lifted right off the bed. Time to get the jeans off.



He made quick work of it, and his glorious cock bobbed in front of me. That odd combination of soft and hard was warm in my hands, and he tried thrusting into my grip. “Ah ah ah.” I gave the head a quick kiss. “Not so fast, hon.”



I sealed my lips under the ridge of the crown, my tongue lashing him as my hand worked the rest of his shaft. Slowly, slowly, oh so slowly my mouth slid farther and farther down, coming back up, going down a little more each time. I reached down to fondle his balls as he bottomed out, my nose pressed to his groin. I took my time coming up, stroking him with a firm tongue as I did so.



God, I loved this. Loved having him completely at my mercy. I could make him completely lose control. I wanted to see it.



Logan had other ideas. He pulled me off his cock and started fumbling with my blouse. “You’re wearing too many fucking clothes.”



He made quick work of them, his long fingers sliding between my legs and along my slit. “Giving head turns you on, huh?” I didn’t have to look at him to know there’d be a cocky grin on his face. The bastard.



He stroked me higher, higher, never letting me fall over the edge, and I reached down to grab his hand. He pulled it away at the last second and captured my protests with his mouth, the kiss thorough and just as deep as the others had been. He moved away from my lips, hands and mouth worshiping my skin, fire racing through my blood as he pressed us together.



Panic rose. Kisses like those led to close, close sex. The kind where every miniscule jerk and shift sent a shock of pleasure through you, with something far more intangible and a hell of a lot more dangerous nipping at its heels. It was my own fault, of course. We’d never gone in much for the foreplay before, just gotten right on with the fucking. What could I say? Logan wound me up quicker than any guy ever had. Foreplay wasn’t a necessity, but a fun oddity.



That oddity had unease roiling in my belly.



It ratcheted higher as Logan continued to kiss me, his hands caressing and stroking every part of me he could reach. When he went for my waist, hands sliding down to cup my ass, I broke away and got on my knees.



Nothing says mindless fuck like doggy-style.



I shot him a teasing look over my shoulder. “You gonna take me, or what?”



He growled and yanked me up. “Against the wall. Spread your knees.” Without waiting for me to respond, he maneuvered us over so my hands were against the wall and I was on my knees, my back to him. He rubbed the head of his dick through the sopping wetness between my legs.



When he thrust into me, I screamed.



I was wrong. I was so, so wrong about this position, and I was helpless against the onslaught of sensation as he wrapped one arm around my waist and his free hand dove for my clit. Then he found the sensitive spot on the back of my neck, the one that never failed to drench me and make me quiver, and bit softly.



“You feel so good around me. Tight. Wet. You’re fucking soaked. Do you know how hard that makes me, knowing I turn you on like that?” Stroke after long, sure stroke, he drove himself into me as my hands balled into fists against the wall. He held me close, our hips moving in such perfect sync that if I hadn’t already been scared, that right there would have scared the crap out of me.



As would the massive orgasm I could feel building.



The combination of his dick hitting that magical place inside my pussy plus his fingers working my clit had me bracing for impact before long. I abandoned myself to our fucking, pushing back against him, bending forward slightly to angle him deeper into me. The spasms started, and I screamed again as my entire body throbbed with release.



Logan cursed, grabbed my hips, and jammed himself into me as far as he could go. His teeth sinking into my nape set off a fresh orgasm, and the only thing keeping us upright was the wall.



His hand snuck up to cup my breast as his head dropped to my shoulder. Too weak to stay on my knees, I fell sideways, taking him with me. “Don’t do this to me anymore, Janey,” he murmured. “I don’t want you sleeping with anyone else.”



I was exhausted, physically and emotionally. Pointing out to him I hadn’t been sleeping with anyone else was beyond my capabilities at the moment. I needed to sleep. And he was so warm around me and it had been so long since I’d been held like that I didn’t think about pushing him out of my bed.



With his face buried my hair and his arms draped over me, I drifted off to sleep.

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Hi,



I’m a handyman. I can do odd jobs for you that need fixing up around your house.



I’m fairly choosy about what work I take on, but if a woman phones up and asks me to come round, that always a good start.



I enjoy doing jobs for single women or housewives, and then I have my regulars. Annie is a regular.



When I got a call from her the other day saying a ceiling light wouldn’t work, I knew that it was just an excuse. When I got round there the next day, sure enough it was just a blown light bulb.



“Oh” she said, “that simple? Ah well then Buster I guess it’s time for you leash.”



I had experienced the leash once before and so I had an idea what to expect. I was immediately in her power as she produced a leather dog leash and collar.



I said nothing as she approached, reached out and lifted the front of my shirt to expose my belt buckle which she undid, followed by my zip.



Silently she slid down my shorts and briefs, placed a hand underneath my balls and threaded the collar under them and fastened it over the top of my prick, which had started to stiffen as soon as I heard mention of the leash.



She tightened the collar so that my prick and balls were bunched together and there was no danger of the collar falling off. Then she pulled off my shirt so that I was completely naked and slapped the leash hard across my buttocks.



“Come on Buster, walkies time.”



I knew the drill. I dropped onto all fours and she fed the leash between my legs so that it pulled my prick and balls back between them.



I made my way across the room to the patio doors. I was eager to get into the garden because I knew what lay in store out there, but I had to go slowly because Annie was holding the leash tight. I knew she was enjoying the sight of my prick pointing backwards, poking out between my legs, and enjoyed the power she held over me.



Half way across the lounge-room carpet she pulled me to a halt. She reached down and fondled my balls and then my prick; inspecting them as if to make sure they were in a fit state for what she had in store. That fondling got me all the more aroused with anticipation of the things to come.



A crack of the leash across my backside signalled that we were on the move again; out through the patio and into the secluded garden. We did a couple of circuits on the grass with me still on all fours, completely naked, her pet on a tight leash.



She issued the occasional command of “Heel Buster,” and we stopped a couple of times for inspection of my privates. On each occasion she stroked my prick a few times and squeezed my balls to show me that she was in control.



Then she led me across to the garden bench. I was expecting her to sit down and spread her legs and invite me to sniff and lick at her pussy the way had done the last time, but she didn’t. Instead she tied the leash to the bench and went back inside saying “Just stay there Buster, I’ll be back shortly.”



I waited patiently.



A couple of minutes later I hear voices. Annie is coming back, but she’s not alone.



I panicked. It was too late though. Apart from being tethered by my private parts, even if I got my leash off, there was nowhere to go. I stayed where I was on my hand & knees. A limp prick hanging between my legs.



There appeared only to be one person with Annie. A woman.



“Yes I had to tether him up.” Annie was saying. “Oh Claire you wouldn’t believe what he did last time.” She whispered into Claire’s ear and Claire was duly shocked.



“I’m surprised you didn’t take him straight to the vet and have them cut off.” said Claire.



I started to get a bit worried.



“Oh I couldn’t do that to him. Look at them. He’d be lost without these.” And with that she reached down and clasped my prick and balls in her two hands, gently massaging my balls and pulling on my prick and displaying it to Claire. I started to think this could turn out well. My prick stiffened again.



“Besides” she said and then she whispered in Claire’s ear again. More surprise from Claire “Oh don’t tell me you enjoyed it.”



“See for yourself.” She gesture for Claire to examine my privates, which to my surprise she did. Her hands were slender, more bony than Annies, tentative at first but shortly she seemed to enjoy the idea of playing with the prick of this tethered animal. Annie pulled on the leash so my prick pointed backwards while Claire squeezed and stoked it. After a few moments they both laughed.



“I know it’s cruel but I enjoy teasing him.” Annie confessed.



With that she came round and stood in front of me. She lifted her skirt and edged forward until her panties were an inch away from my snout. As I moved towards her she backed off until the leash stopped my movement. I could see the form of her pussy lips through the thin material and I could smell the sweet aroma, but I just couldn’t reach it without the leash pulling my balls off.



“I do enjoy teasing him,” she said, “but then that tongue is something special.”



With that she moved closer so that I could press my snout between her thighs and nuzzle up against her clit. I drank in the sweet smell of her pussy and the juices that had probably been developing since she started enacting her little fantasy.



She pulled the crotch of her panties aside and stood with her legs parted, astride my head, so that I could look up and bury my face in her pussy. It was beautiful. I licked at her clit like a thirsty dog. Her pussy was dripping and I drank in the juices. She was clearly enjoying the situation. Her pet dog devouring her pussy while her friend looked on.



She moaned with appreciation as I rubbed my snout from side to side across her clit, then licked at it with my big doggy tongue. I managed to get close enough to take her clit between my lips and suck on it as I massaged it with my tongue.



After a while she pulled away. “Oh Claire you should have a go” but Claire wasn’t sure. “you said you wanted to. Just sit on the bench over there and let him lick you. I’ll hold on to his leash and keep him in check.”



With some hesitation Claire sat down on the bench and parted her legs, exposing what looked like silk panties in bright pink.



Annie untied the leash and took a firm grip on it. “You’ll have to pull you panties aside if you want him to lick you. He is a dog after all.” Claire followed instructions, exposing the most beautiful pale pink pussy lips with wispy golden hair.



Annie let out just enough slack on the leash so I could get my head between Claire’s legs and push my snout up against her pussy. I moved the tip of my nose around her delicate pussy lips and tried to nuzzle in between them, but they weren’t moist yet so I started to lick at them instead.



I ran my tongue up from the bottom of her pussy to her clit at the top a few times, making sure that I got a fair bit of saliva on her clit. Then I rubbed the tip of my nose up and down over her clit while I lapped with my tongue at the entrance to her pussy.



Claire’s pussy tasted and smelled different from Annie’s, more subtle but no less arousing.



I could feel Annie playing gently with my prick as I licked at her friend. I knew she was preparing it, and me, and I knew what for and it sent waves of pleasure and anticipation through my body.



I moved from lapping at Claire’s pussy to take her clit into my mouth and sucked on it, gently at first but then it tasted so good I started sucking harder and flicking my tongue across the tip. She wriggled and moaned appreciatively. At one point I must have got a bit carried away and bit a little too hard, which brought an “ouch” from her and a swift slap of the leash across my bare arse. “Behave yourself Buster or you’ll go straight to your kennel.”



I didn’t want that so I settled back into a gentler, regular lapping against her clit with occasional excursion of my tongue back further down between her pussy lips and a little further in; in to that place that I was hoping to explore intimately.



Claire was much more relaxed now, leaning back and enjoying the attention her pussy was receiving. Annie continued to stroke my prick and massage my balls, which was strangely comforting, like an old friend, but I could feel her watching closely what I did to Claire.



Gradually Claire’s pussy juices flowed more freely and her body started to tense so I pushed further in between her legs and sucked rhythmically on her clit. Eventually she shuddered and sighed in what seemed to be a fairly restrained orgasm. I eased back on the sucking and then just licked up the full length of her pussy stroking my nose against her clit with each pass. She shuddered each time I did so until eventually she just went limp.



“Well now it’s my turn” said Annie giving my prick a final affectionate pull and making her way round to the bench to sit next to Claire. She pulled her panties down completely and spread her legs exposing that exquisite pussy that I’ve experienced a few times now. I moved over and buried my face between her legs and started licking, the taste and the texture of those soft pussy lips was just delightful,



Annie was just starting to respond to my licking and sucking when Claire stood up and announced that she had to go.



Annie was taken by surprise, but said “Oh, of course. I’ll just see you out”.



I was very disappointed, having been thinking about all sorts of possible outcomes for the afternoon. But what’s a dog to do? I rolled over on my back on the grass and just thought about how bizarre the situation was and how I managed to get mixed up in it. Not that I had any regrets.



Annie was back very quickly. “OK Buster, it’s just you and me now. You can give mummy one of those doggy fucks she likes so much.” I got up onto my hands & knees pretty quick.



Annie got down to my level, on her hand and knees, still with no knickers and she pulled up her skirt to expose a beautiful rear end. lt was pale and plump and very appealing.



I could see a little pink flesh peeping out from between her legs and from amongst the bushy hair that surrounded it. Some men like a shaved pussy. I prefer a woman to have at least a bit of hair between her legs. It feels more natural. This was a particularly wonderful sight.



I made my way over to her, on all fours, pressed my nose up between her arse cheeks and licked at the opening of her pussy. It was juicy. I’d say she had been thinking about this ever since Claire said she wanted to leave. I pulled slowly on my prick and thought about how easily it would slide into that slippery flesh, but I didn’t want to rush things.



I ran my nose up and down her pussy a few times pushing it as deep as I could between her pussy lips and into the soft flesh inside. Then I nuzzled it back up between her arse cheeks while I licked at her pussy again. The delicate aroma from her arse and the taste of her pussy juices was just sensational. It was getting me going and she was clearly enjoying it as she gyrated her rear-end and pressed her pussy hard against my mouth.



She dropped down onto her elbows and spread her legs a little wider so her backside pointed up at the sky and her pussy was more exposed. I pushed myself further underneath her but I still couldn’t reach her clit properly, so I flipped over and lay on my back with my face underneath her and pulled her backside down onto my face.



Annie lowered herself on her haunches and after adjusting her position a little she was crouching with her pussy nestled perfectly over my mouth. I rubbed my nose up and down between her pussy lips as I had done before, to collect some of her juices over my nose. Once it was well coated and slippery I moved it up to nuzzle against her clit.



As I rubbed my nose back and forward over her clit I explored the opening to her pussy with my tongue lapping slowly from bottom to top, and stretching inside as far as I could. She seemed to enjoy this as she pushed more of her weight down on me and moved back and forward so her clit rubbed hard up against my nose.



Looking back we would have made an interesting site for an observer. A naked man lying on his back on the grass with a dog leash still fastened to his private parts and the lady of the house with her skirt hitched up and no knickers rubbing her pussy over his face. At the time I didn’t think of that of course. I was just in heaven.



After a while of rubbing her clit over my nose and me doing my best to lick her pussy, she moved backwards slightly and rubbed her clit up against my lips. I opened my mouth a little so that I was able to take her clit between my lips and suck gently on it, flicking if with my tongue on the inside.



I reached up with one hand and started playing with her pussy, sliding a finger inside and stroking against the front wall as I sucked on her clit. Her pussy was still very slippery, so I took the opportunity to transfer some of the juices down to my prick and started to stroke myself rubbing her juices up and down my shaft.



I returned the other hand up to Annie’s pussy, sliding two fingers in this time to explore the inside again. The walls of her pussy gripped my fingers and caressed them as they slid in and out of her.



The combination of stroking in her pussy and sucking on her clit was clearly getting to her. She started a series of low moans and her body gradually tensed as I increased the pace of my sucking and the pressure of my tongue on her clit. Eventually her whole body shuddered and she let out what was almost a scream followed by a kind of giggle.



She continued to moan and she returned to rubbing her pussy up and down over my face. I just lay there letting her do whatever felt good for her while I played with myself to make sure I was ready to slide my prick inside that wet pussy once she had finished rubbing all over my face.



After a while, to my relief, she said “Oh Buster fuck me with that doggy prick of yours.” So what could I do but obey?



I got back up and knelt between her legs, positioning my prick at that beautiful pink and hairy opening. I rubbed the bulging tip of my prick up and down a few times letting her pussy lips caress it gently and gathering some of her juices before sliding it slowly in, a little at first with a few short teasing strokes in and out before I had it completely buried inside her. Annie sighed as it went in and let out a grunt when it reached the furthest point of penetration.



Being inside her was just as good as I remembered it from the last time. Watching my prick slide slowly in and out from between her legs. Seeing the hairy flesh at the back edge of her pussy move with my prick, resisting its intrusion on the way in, and clinging, not wanting to let go as I withdrew.



And then there was her arse. And what a beautiful arse she has. I wish I had a better word to describe it. I parted her cheeks to fully admire the sight of her hairy little hole. Very clean and very delicate.



As I found out last time, Annie doesn’t mind a bit of gentle play with her arse, so as I stroked my prick slowly in and out of her pussy I dribbled a little saliva down between her arse cheeks and watched it run down onto her little round opening. Then I rubbed it round a little, coating my finger and the surrounds of her arsehole. Then I slid it slowly in.



She let out a quiet moan, almost a hum, I think a statement of acceptance or permission as much as anything. Her muscle gripped my finger as a gatekeeper, seeming to say “you can only come in here if you are going to play nicely.” I negotiated with it, gently sliding that single finger slowly in and out to show I meant no harm.



As I continued to push my prick in and out of her pussy, I put a bit of saliva on the fingers of my free hand and I reached around her leg to seek out her clit. I started to stroke it, very gently, guessing that it could still be sensitive.



“Oh yes” she said slowly, so I concentrated on maintaining a gentle rhythm on her clit while I stroked my prick slowly in and out of her pussy. I had to shift onto one knee and use the hand on her backside to steady me.



That meant I couldn’t do much with the finger that was playing with her arsehole. I had to be content with a subtle movement drawing it just slightly out and pushing gently back in.



Her arse muscle had accepted the presence of my finger and had relaxed but I sensed it was getting dry so I pulled my finger out and dribbled a little more saliva on it. As I did so I took in the beautiful aroma that my finger now had. When I returned it, that first finger slid in easily. Her body welcomed it, so I explored with a second finger and slid that slowly in alongside the first.



Annie groaned again and I sensed that she was mounting to another orgasm as I continued to slide my prick in and out of her pussy and to play with her clit. Again her body gradually tensed. Her back arched and she moaned repeatedly as I thrust more energetically, pushing my prick deep into her pussy until she shuddered and let out a prolonged gasp. Her arsehole gripped my fingers hard.



She reached up to my hand signalling me to stop playing with her clit so I did and I slowed down my thrusting into her pussy and just continued to slide my prick in and out slowly for a while.



I had been deliberately holding back but was very close to coming. I couldn’t resist the temptation of her backside though. Having experienced sliding my prick into her arsehole once before.



So I quickly removed my fingers, rubbed some more saliva around the entrance, pulled my prick out of her pussy and pushed it up against her ring. At first it resisted but then it gave way and my prick popped in, disappearing up to the hilt. Annie gasped but seemed to be OK so I slid my prick slowly back and forward.



I placed my hands firmly on her buttocks and held them apart to watch as my prick disappeared into her back passage and then re-emerged. The feeling of that muscle gripping my prick so tight was wonderful; rippling up the full length and catching on the tip, just stopping it from popping out.



And, the sight of her glistening hairy little arsehole giving way as my prick pushed in and clinging to it as I pulled out was just awesome. It was only a short time before I had to let myself go. I exploded inside her with the most powerful orgasm I’d had in a long time.



I tried continuing to thrust for a while but then we both just collapsed together on the grass with me wrapped around her back. I put an arm around her and gently kissed the back of her neck.



As of that day, Annie was my favourite client.

The First time



I stood at the top of the stairs, my short tartan skirt moving gently around my hips. I looked down at the camera lens as it looked up between my legs. I wondered if it saw the tiny pink bow of my satin thong, covering my freshly waxed pubis. I was wearing Cindy my favourite underwear. Gracefully one foot at a time I descended the stairs, aware my skirt hem moved across my silky firm thighs. Hiding just in the motions of the pleated kilt the full smooth hidden lips encased in their shiny prison.



I was sexually alive, and even partly covered my body was on display. The camera moved up and over the waist band of my skirt to the naked plain of my midriff, and the tiny silver butterfly glinting from my navel. The camera continued to examine me. The presentation of female flesh in a market place full of invisible voyeurs; I shivered as I continue down the stairs and the camera ever upwards to the ceiling, taking in on its way, my palpitating tummy, my light pink crop top tied in a large bow, between my full firm breasts, and my bouncy brunet hair.



I knew the camera could see in the way my breasts moved inside the confines of my top, my large nipples rubbed hard by the silky material, showing that I was both nervous and excited.



The last two steps and then there would be no turning back. This was my first dramatic entrance onto the movie set. I was hot, embarrassed, edgy and surprisingly wet.



The camera man moved around the back of me as I stepped into the huge open plan lounge, my skirt flouncing around my thighs, to show a glimpse of bare cheeks rubbing against each other, merely showing a hint of the pink satin that was cupping me, and the string that disappeared between them.



I was now inside a digital reality, that was me, and yet not me. Here I was the quintessential slut, hot and wet, and desiring nothing more than sexual gratification or as my ex-boyfriend would say, in need of a good seeing to. I giggled. I was embarrassed and no I wasn’t; confused and full of emotions and turmoil yes. But still I felt my body wanting something more. It craved for the hardness of a man, but would that be enough, in some ways it frightened me for I felt my control going, my body searching for the ultimate thrill.



Since my first orgasm with my fingers, and the aching need for my first man, my body had looked for something more, that fire which would burn away all my inhibitions and my morality. Would I find it here doing the unthinkable?



I turned slightly to the left, my fingers flicking the hem upwards for the man sliding the camera under my skirt and looked for my partner.



Tara Richardson A grade student now in her first porn movie to pay of her credit card.



I had seen my partner, just before I went upstairs with Jenny the makeup girl to change. Dirk Rammer, the name was pure studio generated. He was six foot-one, and beautifully shaped without being a body builder, in shorts and T shirt he was going to be fixing my television, and I was going to tease him and he was going to fuck me. He had the experience, the looks and the confidence, as for me I had the body and the naivety.



Meeting for the first time just thirty minutes ago, those intense blue eyes that held and teased me, with assurance and coolness, his masculinity transmitted through his huge hand over mine. I shivered with the memory, as my nipples rubbed against their silk confinement.



I had done glamour modelling, from short skirts and tiny tops, to underwear, then without the bra. Finally when my panties did come off I learned two things. My first was about the pain of waxing, and the second how it felt to feel a man inside me for the first time.



The director had asked straight out at the audition, where my breasts for real, I had lifted them more in devilment at my embarrassment of being down to my panties, in front of three strangers. The eyes and my cold hard nipples had got me the role and the chance to cut my credit card bill down to a reasonable size.



He was kneeling as I walked right up to him, my hips swaying my body moving within the little I wore. He looked up at my parted thighs, offering him the view hardly hidden by the hem of my skirt. I shivered and began to gyrate slowly in front of him, my soft sensual body teasing the hard man at my feet. I was playing now to both cameras, my lustful eyes to the mobile camera, whilst my body displayed itself to the main camera on the tripod.



Immediately they disappeared from my mind as I looked down, our eyes meeting again. I was hot for him, and he knew it. I wanted him to take me, not softly like a lover, but hard like a man who wanted to conquer me. Slowly my hands began to work with my body, roaming over my belly up along the curving hills of my breasts, just grazing the silk over my hard and swollen nipples, and then down they moved back across the concave valley of my stomach, to the hem of my skirt lifting the material with the flutter of a small bird’s wing, revealing my tight fitting pink satin panties. Showing to the camera my camel toe definition encased inside.



I bent slightly along my hip, feeling the hem of my tiny micro mini ride high over my bottom. The camera man moved in behind me, taking my bare cheeks clenched tight over the string of my thong, showing the soft yet firm cushions.



I was wringing wet and so hot I felt dizzy.



This was my fantasy to be mastered to be taken by this hard man, my eyes begged for him. I wanted his experience to wipe out my naivety. To show me what was hidden inside my body. I knew from the movies I had been given, what the script was, and what would be expected of me. Yet strangely the thought of being in front of strangers and cameras had turned me on.



I jumped out of my reflexions when his hand touched my knee, fingers spreading like a fan to move along my quivering thigh. Slowly he stood up towering over me, his hand remaining stopped now just below the hem of my skirt.



Now it was my turn to look up at the incredibly handsome Greek statue. Short blond hair curled around his ears, and along his forehead. Intense blue eyes separated by the straight bridge of his nose, stripped me of everything. I was helpless, he was all powerful, and my body craved for him. The delicate lips smiled, emphasizing in their softness his granite chin below. Two firm tendons sculptured the lines of his neck down to where they met the T shirt, the thin cotton taught around his chest and hard belly, leading my eyes to his shorts and the enormous bulge beneath the worn denim cut offs.



The mobile camera man moved in close, along with the still’s photographer. I ignored them again, as my skin felt the absence of his fingers. A moment later the pressure of both hands returned to my shivering flesh. Roaming down the small of my back, and over my skirt to hold my quivering behind. Gently, yet in command of me, I felt him pull me onto his bulging crutch, as his tongue opened my lips in a kiss that burned like fire.



There was nothing soft about Dirk, and I felt the heat of his body begin to melt mine. His huge hands covered my bottom, and I wiggled a little and received a playful spank for it. His hands slid up my spine as his tongue explored my mouth, licking my moisture commanding my tongue to lie still as he explored me. Gently he grasped my hair and pulled my head back away from his lips, arching my back to show my thrusting breasts held inside my flimsy top. He pulled the bow between them and they leaped free of their open prison waiting like eager puppies to be stroked and touched.



I felt my heart beating so hard that I was afraid it could be heard.



It felt so right my left breast nestled lovingly in the huge hand that held it, my nipple feeling the hard skin of his thumb as it pushed my rigid teat from side to side. I looked into his eyes as they held me spellbound. Around me everything disappeared we were alone, and I was his.



Still holding my hair, his right hand released my breast to a protest moan from my lips. Slowly it travelled over the flat plain of my tummy to the edge of my tartan mini skirt. He looked down at me his eyes catching the light from the window, and in a deft touch of his fingers my skirt slid off my hips to caress my skin on its way to the floor, his hand following it down to my welcoming thighs.



The knowledge in his fingers as they cupped my swollen wet sex, the shiny satin material of my thong helping to let his hand slide under me. I was hot, and a little scared by this giant of a man, yet strangely not even embarrassed by others watching me being stripped naked for his pleasure. My body was now just so responsive to his touch I could no longer control it. A single finger stroked me along my hidden swollen lips and I reached up on tip toe to slide my hands around his neck and kiss his stubble cheek.



“My god Tara you are soaking wet,” he whispered in a gravelly voice that sent goose bumps over my skin.



“Then you know what I want Dirk,” I replied my voice hardly a whisper.



His hand left me and I panted for him to return. Up on my hips his fingers curled around the waist band of my thong, I shook my head, and murmured.



“Rip them off please,” I begged.



I felt his arm tense his fingers slide under the elastic curling like a mechanical claw. Lifting my thong upwards I gasped in shock as it scrunched up parting my swollen lips to the camera, and rubbing along my aching button, I looked at him arching outwards as though suspended on my panties. Suddenly with a tearing sound the material gave way in his hand, and my body was naked and free.



He held up the soaking wet rag and sniffed me through it, nuzzling down to my neck he threw them at the director and whispered.



“You know what happens to little girls who play with fire.” I shivered and melted into his body.



My naked unrestrained flesh now on display for all three cameras, and of course the voyeur who would watch me on the flat screen, but never be with me.



Slowly my hands roamed over his T shirt, feeling the ridges of hardness under the thin cotton cloth. I wanted to lick him, and taste him. I quickly pulled off his T shirt and looked at the cliff wall of muscles before me. My fingers lost on the plains and indentation of his flesh. Gradually my lips and tongue worked around the mounds of his pecs, their nipples hard points seeing nothing but showing something of what was happening inside this sculptured maleness. There was nothing small about this man, my hands lost on a dessert of tanned rippling flesh. Slowly I sank to the floor; in the slave girl pose my eager thighs parted wide to show I wanted him. .



My fingers shook as I began to loosen the shorts, his bulge now showing my wide eyes what waited for a girl who plays with the inferno of her emotions. Slowly I pull them down over his hips and over his oak tree thighs not daring to look up. Quickly he steps out of them and I look up at my mountain, his powerful thighs leading my eyes to his curving manhood, and the twin balls hanging loose in their sac below. My hands move up his thighs lost on the sheer size of them, his balls moving against each other, hidden under the curving thickness of his shaft. I gently almost with reverence cup his eggs, and I lower my head to pay homage to them. Above the veins of his penis pump blood around and into the shaft, to show me the growing length.



There was nothing small about this man for he is a giant of muscle blood and sheer animal attraction. He was the breeding stallion. I brought my head down feeling his shaft resting on my cushion of hair. I kiss the left ball and then the right, licking each one of his testicals. Slowly I suckled the left drawing it past my open lips to rest on my tongue, filling the cavity of my mouth. I look up and shiver at the growing thickness of the assertive shaft. I close my eyes and play with its partner in my fingers as I suck on the male plum. I open my mouth letting one escape so I can lay the other on the bed of my tongue, I quiver wondering how many girls have tasted them. Reluctantly I let them go to hang back waiting.



Like a moth mesmerized by the light, I move up to the shaft taking it in my fingers, feeling it throb down my tips to show me it was growing ever longer ever thicker. I pull my head away from the essence of the man to take in the view. My vagina tenses, at what my eyes see in the comparison of both my hands, lost on its length my fingers unable to encircle its thickness.



It is a womb kisser, and I feel like a virgin again lost on this mountain of a man. I move my head and in homage plant a kiss on the head taking the distillation of this man on my lips. We are alone; the sounds around me are gone, only what I hold in my hand is my world, my very being. It curves gently and like the rest of Dirk it is all in proportion with him. My last boyfriend who made me gasp was half the size of this. I lick it wanting it inside me, filling me till I burst; I want to play to the camera, to Dirk and tease them both.



I look up and Dirk’s eyes smile back down, they see another girl, another hopeful, another fuck. I run my tongue underneath licking and tasting his heated maleness. I gaze down from the tip its length seeming to disappear into the light soft curls of his hair. The skin feels hot and hard the veins running around like ivy on a tree trunk.



I open my mouth and tentatively try to take the head between my teeth, immediately shivering as I realize how wide my vagina must open to take him. It pushes without pretence for apologies to lie on the soft bed of my tongue. I gag, but quickly steady to take slow deep breaths. I suckle furtively trying to lick underneath tasting the rich salty extract of a man. I look up into the camera lens my mouth full of cock. I cup the heavy balls and begin to stroke along the length of the stone hard shaft, my head moving forward sliding the huge dome to the back of my throat. I slip my hand down from his balls and underneath the granite cheeks of his bottom. He stiffens and I lick around the head, as my finger slips between the soft undersides of his cheeks. Quickly I release the head from my aching jaw, and run my tongue underneath licking along the satin skin, all the way down to Dirk’s balls, up and around kissing the hardness, stroking it and wondering how many countless other girls have done this before. Gently I bite the skin scraping along the taught flesh, I am rewarded by Dirk’s thighs clenching, as my teeth graze his skin and my finger nails teases the tiny spiders web of his ass. He is a powerful man capable of doing anything to me. Yet at this moment he is mine as I open my lips to welcome the head back into my mouth. Slowly inhaling I impale myself on the shaft. I gag but refuse my body to pull away, the size and hardness was choking me making my eyes water, but I wanted him, oh my god how I wanted him. This man of stone, iron and so much masculine brutality.



My hands clung to the small of his back, with a passion that increased as I sucked him more regularly, and the excitement of my lips and tongue was making my breasts and sex throb. Between my parted thighs I felt liquid flowing, like the saliva that was bathing Dirk’s member. My body was ready to be speared, to die on his hardness. I sensed his belly muscles tighten, my thighs clench, and the raw power coming through between my stretched lips.



With a sharp tug on my hair he withdrew from my mouth, and bending down effortlessly lifted me. I moved licking my lips for the camera, as he walked beside me his cock swaying across his hips showing me how far he would go inside me. The leather couch looked vast like the house and the man.



I sat down against the cushions my thighs parted wide my feet firmly on the floor, the camera moved in close to show my readiness and my wetness. Dirk towered over me his arrogant cock jutting outwards.



Unhurriedly he knelt between my legs and I felt his hard body on my inner quivering thighs, he smiled but it was not love, only the acknowledgement he was ready to give me a good seeing to.



I arched as he brought the cockhead to my open lips and pulled back the foreskin to show the head, another eager wet cunt to be explored and filled. Gently he stroked my button sending pulsating pleasure into my body as it kissed the slit, down almost to my anal ring and up to my swelling pubis he stroked me gently at first, and then increasing the tempo into a fast rhythm that was making my face and neck flush. I could not help it and let out a moan, Dirk’s smiled again this time he was watching my every reaction. He continued to stroke me as he took my left nipple the most sensitive, and spreading my own juices on its tip gently massaged it into a swollen throbbing point, I shivered as his cock continued to massage my sex, I tried to move and Dirk patted me on the belly to stay still. He was in control. I wanted him and he knew it, but the job came first, and he was playing me to the camera, like a soloist virtuoso.



I wanted the pain of my first time, I wanted something I had never experienced before, something hard and demanding, so deep so hard so pitiless not even my crying for it to stop would effect it. But I didn’t want him to stop; my nipple eagerly went to his fingers, my clit to kiss his cock head, my sex weeping for him.



I moaned again unable now to control myself, Dirk looked down.



“Baby you are so wet your ass so shiny from your dripping cunt, are you going to tell me what you want hun?”



I moaned



“Come on baby tell daddy what you want.”



He was playing to the camera I was still feeling the hard cock rubbing me mercilessly.



“Please I gasped Please.”



“What is it baby tell Daddy.”



“Please Dirk?” I cried out now close to my orgasm, but wanting him so much inside me.



“What does my baby girl want?”



“Oh fuck me Dirk, please fuck me daddy.”



I arched and gasped it felt huge for a moment there was pain as I tried to accommodate its hardness its thickness, and the power of the body behind it, my hands went instinctively to his stone belly to hold him back. But I was being serviced by his cock, I gasped winced as the pain for a moment returned, to be followed by a fullness I had never experienced, so full I wanted to burst. The camera man came in close to see me swallow the monster I was feeling advancing to my tummy.



“Take it baby, that’s it take it all.” His voice sounding reassuring as I squirmed underneath him to get comfortable with my insides churning over and around him as he filled me.



He stopped and I took in a deep breath, Taking my left leg he lifted it and gently hooking it around his right arm pulled it away to open me to the camera and my eyes, as I saw to my amazement he was buried up to his belly in me.



I looked up into his eyes and immediately felt his power again his control over me, I looked down and saw the shaft slide out of me shiny from my own shamelessness. It was huge like a pipe, but I wanted it so deep inside me, I squinted and gasped and looked back up at Dirk. My body my eyes my lips wanting him.



“Hang on baby it’s time for your fucking.”



The power was there as I hung onto his arms as he worked my body on his shaft, in this position I could do nothing but literally watch myself being fucked hard. See my swollen wet lips surrounding him; my clit rubbed along the bone hard pole. It felt like an iron piston as he thrust in and out of me like a machine stretching me and filling me. I could feel my aching nipples, my petals lay open my button rubbing along the heated stem. It hurt when he thrust in hard, and yet pulling out I moaned for him to return. I watched fascinated by the depth of my vagina, as I took him into me, my sex pulsating and clenching around him. But my devil was back there inside me the strange feeling from the pain making me glow, he was hard he was brutal and my body was responding. He was tensing now working me avoiding the pleasure he wanted from emptying those heavy balls inside me filling me, and watching his sperm running out of me. It wasn’t in the script.

Alice:



It was hot and muggy in Houston, and all she could think about was that she’d rather be at Bryce’s apartment. It’d been three weeks since Jason had so inconveniently showed up at her door, but they’d soon gotten over that. Bryce had taken her by storm, and her life changed completely. Well, maybe not completely, but it seemed to revolve around him. She went to school, then she went to Lee’s to see him. She went home, then he came over. She went to his apartment on weekends to… “hang out.” She went to bars to watch his band play. She loved his friends, and he loved hers. He was constantly chastising her because she was spending so much time with him and so little time with her school books, but she’d argued that she was still keeping afloat. Then again… she honestly couldn’t say if or when she had a test coming up in any of her classes. Maybe she should rethink her priorities a little… but when she was with him, she was happy. She wasn’t stressed, she didn’t think about her mother or Jason or school… she was just happy.



And then there was the sex. He may have been the only person she’d ever slept with, but as far as she was concerned, that’s all she needed. He was whatever she needed him to be in bed. If she needed it soft, he was soft.. but if she needed it rough… God, was he rough. And he did this thing where his hands would tangle in her hair and pull, and dear Lord did it get her off. Something about him controlling her that way… she was getting wet just thinking about it. Sure, they hadn’t gotten to everything yet, but she was willing to try anything with him. He was like a drug to her, and she felt right now like she was detoxing.



“Dear, pay attention. It’s rude to look off when someone is speaking to you.” Alice straightened up at the sound of her mother’s voice piercing through her thoughts. It was a constant reminder that she was very, very far from Bryce right now. This week with her mom had been complete hell, and she was just ready to get back to Denton.



Scarily enough, her mother had no idea about Bryce. It didn’t take much to deduce that she wouldn’t approve. The only kind of boy that would gain approval from her was one like Jason. A boy with money. A boy with or attaining a college degree, preferably, a professional one. A boy with a good family. A boy with gel in his hair, and a tailored suit on his body. An orphaned musician with tattoos and no college degree to speak of was certainly not within Sylvia’s definition of “acceptable.”



“…Alice! Dear Lord, what has gotten into you? Your head is off in the clouds and I’m trying to tell you something important!”



A completely fuckable sex machine has “gotten into me” she scoffed in her head.



“I’m sorry Mom, I just have a lot on my mind. School has been rough the last few weeks.”



Sylvia smirked and rolled her eyes, “Well, if you’re having so much trouble with becoming a school teacher,” she spat out the words, “I suppose it is good you didn’t try for a professional career.”



Alice felt her face heating up and the anger rise in her chest, but she tamed it and just breathed out softly, “What is it you were saying, Mom?”



“I was saying, we’re going to stop at Murray’s for a quick second.” As she said it, they pulled up to the curve of the fancy schmancy restaurant in the country club where her mother had arranged for plenty of private parties in the past.



Alice groaned and mumbled, “I really don’t want to do this right now, Mom.”



“Well, you’ll have to deal with it. It’s important to keep up social appearances, dear. A good life depends on it… Speaking of which, I told you to stop wearing your hair like that, Alice. It’s so.. large and unkempt. I bought you that Chi straightener with good money, you could at least use it when you come home. Those glasses are so big, they nearly cover up your entire face. And for God’s sake you could dress up a little. I swear the biggest mistake I ever made with you was letting you dress yourself.”



The anger began to rise again. Alice was dressed in a pair of choral colored skinny jeans and a cobalt blue fitted V-neck with flats. There was NOTHING wrong with the way she was dressed. Her mother had always been so embarrassed to bring her out in front of her friends, but good Lord, Alice had straight up told her she didn’t WANT to come. Just something else for her to bitch about.



They walked into Murray’s and on toward the back section where Alice was bombarded with hoards of faces from her past. All of her “friends” from Deb eyed her different wardrobe with fake smiles and fake noses sniffing for rich men, and any sort of gossip they could get ahold of. Their mothers coldly compared her to their own daughters, lifting their noses at her loose, wild hair and “cheap” attire. If only these concerned mothers knew how their sweet, precious daughters acted and dressed when they weren’t being watched.



Then suddenly, she spotted him. Jason was there, watching her carefully… and he wasn’t alone. His new sweetheart held onto his arm looking very out of place and nervous. Poor girl. These wolves were gonna tear her apart. Jason’s mother and Sylvia had ganged up on them, grilling them both with questions. Alice sighed and moved in to save them.



“Mother, I believe Jason and his friend would like a minute to breathe.”



Jason eyed her and attempted a smile, “Why, hello Alice. It’s been awhile. How’s your new… friend?”



Alice went pale and felt sick when the two women turned on her. Sylvia’s eyes narrowed and she hissed, “What is he talking about, Alice?”



“Oh, she hasn’t told you? I’m so sorry, Alice, I’d assumed… Anyhow, Sylvia, I went to check up on Alice a few weeks ago when I found that she had a male friend over. It was an interesting experience,” Jason smiled as he told the story, but Alice could see spite behind his eyes.



“Alice Cassandra! How could you not tell me? Who is this boy,” Sylvia shouted, making enough of a scene for most in the room to turn to them in pathetic interest.



Enough. Alice had had enough. The anger and embarrassment had finally boiled over and she wasn’t going to stop it anymore. She squared her shoulders and breathed deeply before beginning.



“I didn’t tell you, Mother, because not everything I do is your damn business. I’m not telling you who he is because the last thing I need right now is to hear you bitch about it.”



The room fell into a hush and Sylvia’s nostrils flared as she spoke in a low growl, “Everything you do is my business. I pay for your living. I pay for your school. I decide what you do, and who you’re with, and how you’re with them. I already put up with your career path, Alice, I will do no more than that.”



Alice fired back, “The only reason you have any money to do anything with is because Dad died, and for some reason gave his money to his leech of a wife. But, fine. Take the damn house. Take the fucking school money away. And for God’s sake, don’t act like you’re a humanitarian in letting me decide my own career. At least I have one, and that’s a hell of a lot more than I can say for you. But I will not let you decide anything for me anymore, and if I have to drop out in order to make enough money to go back, I will. You, nor anyone else, controls me anymore. I’m done. I’m getting my stuff and I’m leaving. Don’t expect me back, because God knows I don’t want to burden and embarrass you any longer.”



She spun on her heel and began the long trek passed all of her peers and nosy strangers who had been listening in. When she finally got outside, she realized she had ridden with her mother. She cursed and reached for her phone to call a cab when the door to the restaurant flew open revealing Jason as he ran after her. She ignored him and kept moving, dialing the number she’d found on her phone. Jason was yelling after her as she gave her address.



“Alice… Alice wait… just… wait,” he shouted as he got in front of her.



“What, Jason? Haven’t had enough,” she asked bitingly.



He looked down at the ground and shook his head, “Alice, I’m sorry… I wasn’t trying to start an explosion in there, I just…”



“Just what, Jason? Christ, you know how my mother is! You knew I wouldn’t have told her! No, I’m not embarrassed by him in the least, but she already makes my life hell, and that’s the last thing I wanted her to know about!”



“Alice I’m just concerned about you…”



“Fuck off. That wasn’t showing concern. That was being a complete and total ass.”



Startled, Jason looked at her as his eyebrows came together, “You’ve changed, Alice.”



“Why? Because I can take up for myself? Because I don’t believe in this bull shit that our families force us to be apart of? Because I’m not afraid to tell you to your face that I think you’re lying and have some vendetta against me now? By all means, if that’s the reason, then I fucking welcome the change.”



He sighed and looked away again, “I was wrong for what I did, and my motives were, too. But Alice, you can’t just disconnect from your family, no matter how hypocritical they are. You need them. You love them. Do you think I enjoy sitting there with Candace knowing they hate her and are mocking her right in front of her face? No. But they’re our family.”



“That is not family, Jason. That’s humiliation and hurt and hypocrisy, and I want nothing to do with it. And what are those motives, exactly? From what I recall, you dumped me. You met someone else. I’m not even upset anymore Jason, in fact, I tried to help you in there, and you fed me to the wolves!”



He sighed, frustrated, then looked her square in the eye, “It’d only been a month, Alice… I thought that…”



“That I would wait around for you?”



“No… not exactly, no. I just thought that you wouldn’t run along to the next guy in line..”



“You left me, Jason! I could understand this if it’d just been a break up, but you left me for someone else! You moved on, so why shouldn’t I? I deserve it, and he’s good to me, and…”



“You’d slept with him, Alice. Please don’t try to deny it. I could see it in your eyes.”



She hushed at that, turning a deep red before murmuring, “That’s no one’s business but ours, Jason.”



He looked down, defeated, “I know that, Alice, I know. I just… I don’t understand why it wasn’t me. We spent five years together, and I hardly got to touch you, and Lord knows I wanted to. You have to barely know this guy, and it just… hurts that you are trusting a complete stranger with yourself in that way, yet you never wanted that relationship with me.”



She sighed and touched his arm, “I don’t really know how to explain or make you understand. There’s really just something about him… He makes me feel… I don’t even know if I can describe it. He healed me when I was hurting, and I can be myself and he likes everything about who I am… I don’t expect you to understand, but I don’t want you to hate me for it either. He makes me feel a way I’ve never felt about anyone, but I did love you, Jason. Nothing can change that fact.”



He took her hands in his and shook his head, “I truly don’t understand… but I apologize that I handled it the way I did. I knew better… and I don’t want us to stay out of touch… though I don’t know how your friend would feel about that…”



“I honestly don’t know either… We don’t exactly have a label on our relationship…” she faltered.



The cab pulled up to the curb as her voice trailed off, but Jason saved her by giving a quick hug, “Well whatever the case, I hope we talk soon.”



She smiled at him and got in the cab, thinking the whole way back about the true nature of hers and Bryce’s relationship.



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Bryce:



“Baby, just calm down. The last thing I want is for you to fight with your mom about me,” Bryce tried to reason with a very panicked and angry Alice.



“Bryce, you don’t understand. She’s done this to me my whole life. It’s not just now, it’s always been like this. I’ve had enough. So I’m coming home early, and from what it sounds like, I’ll need to move out of my place. Do you know of anywhere at all I can stay? Or maybe, get a job?”



His voice softened and he smiled, “You know you can always stay with me. I don’t want to scare you… it’s not like we’re ‘moving in together..’ If it’s temporary, you won’t hurt my feelings. I just want you to be safe and have a roof.”



“…Are you sure? I don’t want to be a burden… We haven’t even been… I mean… It’s only been a few weeks.”



“Don’t worry about all that. I’ll look around and see if there are any jobs open. I don’t know of any off the top of my head, but we can find something.”



“Bryce… You’re the greatest,” she sighed into the phone, “Well, I’m about to drive back. I’ll see you tonight I guess…?”



“Just come on over when you get into town. I’ll be up.”



“Ok… bye.”



He smiled as he hung up and shook his head. Damn, he missed that girl. The last week had probably been the longest of his life. And it wasn’t just the sex he missed. He missed seeing her all the time. He missed her different wacky (yet somehow completely sexy) outfits, her goofy sense of humor, the way she smelled, the way she felt next to him asleep, the way she often talked and hummed to herself… just everything. And he damn sure missed the sex, too.



“Tha fuck, man? Did I hear you right when you said she’s gonna move in with you?”



Bryce glanced over at his best friend, Jarred, who was watching a game with him.



“It’s complicated, man. She kinda got kicked out of her place, and since her friends live in the dorms, she doesn’t really have anywhere else to go. What the hell am I supposed to do? Besides… I like having her around.”



Jarred looked at him for a long time with an eyebrow raised before he said, “So what is this shit supposed to be?”



“…What do you mean?”



“What I mean is, you two are together all the time. You fuck, and don’t deny that, you go on dates, you go out, you stay in, you hang out with each other’s friends… So are you dating or exclusive or what? ‘Cause this shit is starting to confuse me.”



Bryce thought carefully before answering. If other people were wondering, she had to be wondering. He wondered what she was wondering. Aw, fuck, now even he was confused.



“I don’t really know… I mean, do we have to put fucking labels on everything? We like each other, I guess.”



“Yeah, well you and me like each other, and we sure as hell ain’t fucking. This some kinda “fuck buddy” shit?”



“No, no, no.” Alice was far too good to be a “fuck buddy.” “Can’t we just drop it? I’m sure she and I will figure it out eventually.”



Jarred sat back and nodded, “Alright. Just one more question though. If you saw her in public with another guy, or maybe just thought some other guy was tryina’ get with her, how would you feel?”



Bryce was taken aback by the instant burn he felt in his chest. Alice was not game for other guys… was she? But why wouldn’t she be if they didn’t really have a label on their relationship?



He took a slow breath, “I think I would either try to beat someone’s ass, or cry in my beer. Damn. I need to talk to her about this, eh?”



Jarred rolled his eyes and stood, “You are dumb as fuck sometimes, Bryce. Get yourself together and grab that girl before someone else does. I don’t want to get stuck hearing your pathetic ass wallow.”



Bryce laughed as his friend walked out the door. Jarred tried to act tough, but he was the nicest guy there was. He was right, though. If he wanted to hold onto Alice, he needed to tell her how he felt. The only question was, how? He’d always sucked at being serious and sincere. Charming, check. But expressing deep and vulnerable feelings was not his forte.



He paced and fidgeted waiting on her arrival as he tried to decipher what he should say to her. Compulsively, he kept glancing at the clock, then his phone, then the clock, then the tv, then his phone, then the clock…. Finally he heard light footsteps on the stairs, then in front of his door. He couldn’t help himself, so he opened the door before she could.



He picked her up and quickly pulled her into his apartment, her bags still on the welcome mat. Their lips found each others quickly, tongues melting into each other as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His groin responded quickly to that.



She giggled as they broke apart for lack of breath, “Baby, my stuff is still outside!”



He groaned into her chest and murmured, “Can’t we get it later?”



“No, we can’t. Rain is heading this way, and I don’t want all my stuff getting wet.”



Bryce sighed and let her down onto her feet before moving to bring her bags inside. As he rolled them in, he shut the door and turned to her, “Alice, I wanted to ask you something…”



Immediately her face grew serious, eyebrows drawn together, “What…”



“Nothing bad! I don’t think anyway… Well… I don’t know, I was just thinking… What exactly… do you consider this relationship to be?”



He watched her face grow red before she tried to fumble her way around an answer, “Well… I don’t know… I guess I was sort of thinking it might be exclusive… But of course I completely understand if you don’t feel that way… I mean I’m open to… Well, not really open, per se, but…”



Bryce smiled and moved to kiss her mid-sentence. She gasped and looked up at him questioningly before he murmured, “Baby, I can’t even stand to think of you being with anyone else. I know it’s only been a little while, but I want to make this exclusive… as long as you want to.”



She grinned ear to ear and jumped into his arms again, their lips molding. He smiled against her lips and mumbled again, “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”



“Trust me,” she pulled back to look at him, “I do. And while this was completely sweet and wonderful of you to have this talk with me, and I’m very glad you did, right now I don’t want sweet.” She ran her hands down his stomach, past his hips, and softly squeezed the bulge in his pants. “As a matter of fact,” she murmured as she lightly bit his bottom lip, “what I want is so far from sweet, it’s downright naughty.”



He groaned and sucked her tongue into his mouth, his hands in a frenzy over her body while her hands worked on his pants, soon opening them up and pulling his cock out. It was hot and hard, and her hands felt so very soft on it. It was all he could do to concentrate on her while she was pumping him and squeezing just as he liked.



He moved her hands away from his member as he tugged upward on her tight shirt. She raised her hands to let him peel it off, and then shuddered as his lips came to her neck and shoulders. He licked and bit the flesh along her collar bone and down to her chest where her small breasts heaved. She arched against him as he took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue moving against her in circles.



The way she was clawing at his back and arms, he knew exactly how she wanted him tonight. He bit down softly at first on her hard nipple gaining a gasp in response. He grinned and pulled her closer as he alternated between licking, sucking, and biting each nipple until they were swollen and red. He then kissed her sweet stomach, nipping her flesh as he moved.



He began to pull her pants over her hips, past her tight ass and down her thighs revealing a new black lacy thong that had him panting after one look. She stepped out of her pants, and he went to work on that thin scrap of lace separating him from her hot center. He kissed around the cut of the thong, licking and touching as her hands moved to his hair. She attempted to pull him closer, but he wanted to have his fun. Reaching up, he began to slowly pull her thong down, kissing every bit of skin he uncovered, and finally she was bare for him.



He placed his hands on her hips and guided her back to the recliner behind her where she sat with her legs completely open, her pussy glistening already. He sucked in a breath when he noticed exactly how smooth she was. She had taken to shaving, but even then she’d never been so perfectly slick. He looked up to find her grinning face.

Naughty New Neighbors: Change My Life



Summary: Young new couple move in next door and ask a unusual flavor.



Note 1: Thanks to Jasmine, Atikov, and TheSometimesGoddess for their helpful suggestions and wonderful editing of my second story. I can’t thank you enough.



Note 2: Special thanks to Jasmine whose stories have inspired me to write.



DISCLAIMER: Be advised that if you don’t condone even fictional wife characters having sex with anyone other than their husband, regardless of having an open marriage. Then I strongly suggest you move on to another story. Sorry.



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Saturday August 11, 2012 was another typical hot summer day in central California. Though the news shows had been warning that today might reach a record high for this day of 108. With that in mind, I decided to forgo my usual routine of sleeping in late. I thought it would be more prudent to get up early; and get the couple errands I needed to do, done before it got to hot out. Then the rest of the day I could stay inside with the A/C running, catch up on some of the TV programs I had scheduled to record on my DVR earlier this week and maybe even catch an afternoon nap. At least that was my plan.



I was only gone maybe two hours before I returned home to find there was a U-Haul truck parked near my parking space. Its loading ramp was sticking out the back, blocking the entrance to my space. I saw a young man coming down the ramp, so I lowered my window and asked him if he could move the ramp long enough for me to get into my parking space. “No problem,” he replied.



After I pulled into my parking space, I turned off the car and got out. I walked towards the young man extending my hand as I said, “Hi I’m Rick and you must be my new neighbor.”



He extended his hand and replied, “Yeah that would be me, name’s Brad.”



Now Brad was a good looking fellow, five foot ten, dark wavy hair, good build. If I had to guess I would say he was in his mid to late twenties.



As we were shaking hands, I felt someone touch my elbow lightly as I heard a woman’s voice with a honey sweet southern accent asked, “Honey who you got here?”



Before I even turned to see who spoke my legs were already turning to rubber. You see one of the things I really like is a gal with an accent. Any kind of accent will do, but a southern accent pushes me over the edge. So that said, I was in serious lust long before I turned to face her.



I turned to my right to see who had spoken, my eyes must have popped out of my head and my mouth dropped to the ground. She put her hand out to shake my hand, letting out a small giggle. “Hi Sugar! I’m Chrissie, Brad’s wife,” she said with a broad smile and slight blush.



I took her hand to shake it (at least I think I did) as I mumbled, “I’m Rick.”



I looked back to Brad (but not before I had burned an image of Chrissie into my brain). It took a moment before I could speak, “It’s nice to meet you both, looks like you are just about done unloading. If you need a hand or anything else just knock on my door. I’d be more than happy to help out.”



I popped the tailgate of my car, grabbed the bags with my earlier purchases from this morning and headed to my apartment. As I walked away, I heard Chrissie say “Nice to meet you to Sugar, see ya around.”



After I entered my apartment, I stumbled to the living room, dropped my bags, plopped on the couch and mouthed OMG as the image of Chrissie flashed in my head.



Chrissie stood about five foot four, had wavy blonde hair which she had pulled up in a ponytail. She was maybe a year or two younger than Brad the lucky bastard. I had been too awe struck with what she was wearing and her figure, that I nearly missed noticing her beautiful misty blue eyes, that seemed to sparkle.



She was wearing a tight fitting pair of black bike riding shorts that were so tight that you couldn’t help but notice the crease between her pussy lips. She was also wearing a white tank top (which normally would have been loose fitting) but due to it being 98 degrees out already and her sweating from unloading the truck, the top clung to every curve of her in my estimate ample C-cup breasts. She had neglected to wear a bra today allowing me to notice her very erect nipples sticking out like headlights drawing me in. She might just as will have gone topless.



I sat there on my couch in a stupor for I don’t know how long. The nice guy side of me was trying to push her image out of my head, reminding me that she is a married woman and off limits. While the dirty old man side of me was yelling, Hell no, I’m going to relish this image for as long as I can.



Eventually I reminded myself of a rule I have always followed. You do not mess with another man’s wife/girlfriend, because one I wouldn’t want that to happen to me and two the risk of getting shot was never worth it. I had one last argument with my dirty old man side that argued Chrissie just might be worth breaking this rule, before I pulled myself together and got on with my day.



The remainder of the day half of me was silently praying that I would not cross paths with Chrissie often (just as I had not with my previous neighbor that little hottie Susan). While the other half of me was begging Please please I want to fuck her silly. So the battle between my nice guy side and my dirty old man side had begun.



It did indeed reach 108 degrees and I was thankful I had been able to stay inside out of the heat and also avoid running into Chrissie or Brad again so as not to add any fuel to the fire of my lust for Chrissie. Sunday was another scorcher but luckily all I had to do was stay inside and watch football. The weather forecast for the rest of the week was hot and hotter.



The rest of the week was pure torture; Chrissie was like a pet dog that seemed to know exactly when I was due home from work. I would no sooner pull into my parking space and she would appear. Each time with a big smile on her face wearing shorts, a tank top or tube top and clearly not wearing a bra. Each time I saw her all I could do was groan silently.



The way she dressed was not the worst part of the temptation. The worst part was she would stop me to ask how my day had been or other idle chat, while taking hold of my arm and caressing it close to her. She was definitely invading my personal space, so much so that it was impossible to not take a peek at her ample cleavage. At least two times I even felt her breasts brush against my arm nearly causing my knees to buckle.



Each evening after a brief chat, I would use the heat as an excuse to break free of her and go inside rattled from the close contact of her hanging on my arm.



Even worse was the inevitable argument between my nice guy and dirty old man sides. My dirty old man always saying something to the effect, She wants you! She wants you to jump her and fuck her.



That is only wishful thinking and will only keep you awake tonight tossing and turning, nice guy would remind me and I knew he was right.



Saturday morning I was on my way out to go do some grocery shopping when things officially started to get peculiar.



I was locking my door when I heard Chrissie’s voice from behind me, “Oh hey Sugar, I was just coming to talk to you.”



I turned around and asked, “About what?”



I saw Chrissie notice the recycled grocery bags held under my arm, and she asked, “Are you headed to the grocery store, Sugar?” Her accent causing my legs to turn to rubber.



“Yes, why?” I asked her.



“I was just coming to ask you if there was a store close enough by for me to walk to get some groceries.” She smiled at me before adding, “Looks like you are going shopping, would you mind if I tagged along?”



“Sure why not” I answered. What the hell was I thinking? She was looking just as hot as ever. How stupid can I be? God I hope my cock doesn’t start to get hard with her in the car and embarrass myself.



She gave a little bounce of glee, her breasts jiggling, “Thanks so much Sugar, just give me a second to grab my grocery bags and I’ll be right with you.”



I just turned and headed to my car, shaking my head at being such a dumb ass and asking myself why the hell do I have to be such a nice guy all the time, every minute with her was building the temptation to cross the line I knew I shouldn’t cross.



As I climbed into the driver seat, I heard a tap at the passenger side window. There she was pointing to the door lock and motioning for me to unlock the door. I pressed the unlock button. She jumped into the car as excited as a small child being taken out for ice cream.



As I backed out of my parking space I suddenly asked the question that had been bugging me since I first met her last week, “Where are you and Brad from? Not from anywhere around here I’m sure.”



“Whyyyy we are from Atlanta, Georgiaaaa” she replied with her honey sweet accent, then she began telling me all sorts of things about her and Brad.



Little of which I really paid attention to; she was wearing very short shorts. I was too busy taking side glances at her legs, and trying to get a better look down her tank top (she was wearing a bra today DAMN!).



The store was only a five minute drive away, good thing, otherwise I was sure to run off the road or into something. My attention not on my driving, but focused on her hot body. Once we arrived at the store, we each grabbed a cart and headed inside the store. I suggested we meet up again at the checkout lines knewing I couldn’t survive following her around the store watching her ass for the next hour or so.



“Sure Sugar, see ya later,” she chimed before sauntering away, her ass swaying back and forth, sending me into a trance. A few minutes later having picked up everything I came for, I headed to the checkout lines. As I approached the lines I saw Chrissie waiting for me. She noticed me coming her way, raised her arm over her head and waved her hand, shouting out, “Sugar, Sugar over here.” This caused several people to look in her direction and then towards me with smiles on their faces. There is something about a southern accent that just seems to make people smile. We proceeded through the check out and then loaded our bags into my car.



As soon as we got into the car, Chrissie started in telling me more about her and Brad. Again I was paying little attention to what she said. Five minutes later we were back to our apartments. Since she had twice as many bags as me, I offered to help her with her bags. As I placed the first of her bags on her kitchen counter, I glanced through the opening above the kitchen sink through which you can see into the living room and dining room. I couldn’t help but notice how sparse the living room was furnished.



There was a small futon sofa, a floor lamp, a beat up coffee table and an old style 19 inch TV sitting atop a plastic storage container. What also caught my attention was that in what would normally be the dining area there was a large computer desk and a couple of tables. On those sat three computers, and what looked like professional grade lighting equipment, as well as camera and video equipment.



It was then that I recalled that Chrissie had said something about Brad having been in business as a professional Wedding/Special events photographer back in Atlanta.



Not paying attention to what I was doing, I turned quickly to go back out to the car and ran into Chrissie, her breasts crushing into my chest. I instantly got excited as this was the closest I’d been to feeling a woman’s breasts pressed against me in a very long time.



I stammered “Sorry Chrissie I can be such a klutz sometimes.”



She gave me a mischievous smile and with a slight giggle replied, “No problem Sugar you can run into me anytime you want.”



I am sure my face had flushed red with embarrassment, I quickly moved around her and back out to the car.



I was reaching into the car to grab more bags and as I pulled them out, she was standing right there, so I handed her the bags. She turned and headed back to her apartment.



As she walked away I peeked around the car to watch her beautiful ass sway from side to side.



What the hell are you doing? She is a married woman and you are never going to get a piece of that. So stop torturing yourself, my nice guy warned me.



Fuck you, not every day you get to look at an ass like that, sitting atop a perfect pair of legs, my dirty old man sneered.



I grabbed some more bags, walked to her door and hollered inside her door, “Chrissie I’m setting the last of your bags here by the door.”



I heard her holler back, “Thanks Sugar! You are such a sweetheart, I’m going to have to think of someway special to thank you later.”



I unlocked my door, took my bags into my kitchen, set them on the counter and headed back out to get the last of my bags.



Once I got all my bags into my apartment, the first thing I did was strip off my shirt as I usually do almost year round. A few minutes later I had finished putting my groceries away, but I had a nagging feeling I was missing some items, I must have left one of my bags with Chrissie by mistake.



Just then I heard a knock at my door. When I opened the door Chrissie was standing there holding a bag, I said “Sorry let me get a shirt on,” and went to the living room to get my shirt.



“One of your bags got into my place by accident,” she said, as she walked in and went to the kitchen placing the bag on the counter.



As I was pulling my shirt over my head Chrissie walked into the living room.



“You have a nice place! Wow, nice flat screen TV, do you like to watch football? I noticed you had on a Raiders cap on earlier.”



“Yeah I love to watch football, how about you and Brad?” I asked.



“Go Falcons!” she shouted as she started to bounce up and down like some high school cheerleader, her breasts doing likewise GROAN.



The image of the small TV in her apartment flashed in my head. Before I realized what I was saying, I asked, “Would you and Brad care to come over and watch some games?”



“Oh Sugar you are such a sweetheart, Brad and I would love that,” she said excitedly. She then surprised me when she gave me a kiss on the cheek, then turned and headed to the door. As she was closing the door she called out, “Have a good night Sugar, see ya.”



I sat down on the sofa in a daze from her kiss and having watched her breasts bouncing around when she was shouting “Go Falcons.”



As I sat there, I began to realize how turned on I had become just listening to her honey sweet accent for the past couple hours. I hadn’t even cared what she was saying; I had just let the sound of her voice make my balls boil.



Yeah you remember her saying how horny she gets when Brad is not home, how you could bump into her anytime and wanting to thank you someway special, my dirty old man taunted me. Just imagine her sexy voice whispering, oh yes fuck me Rick fuck me, give it to me hard and fast just like I like it.



STOP IT RIGHT NOW, she is never said any such thing, what she said is how much she misses Brad when he is working. That he is a long haul trucker and sometimes is gone 3-5 days at a time, my nice guy reminded me. At least he had been listening to her while going to the store and back.



For the next half hour my dirty old man and my nice guy argued back and forth. Dirty old man wanted to go to the bedroom and imagine her naked straddling my cock while I released my built up sexual tension. Nice guy warned me that I was only torturing myself even more listening to my dirty old man. Face it Rick no gal Chrissie’s age is going to even look at an old fart like you, so stop torturing yourself, nice guy having the final word. Exhausted I fell asleep on the sofa.



I’m not sure how long I was asleep, when I heard a knock at my door again. I went to the door still half asleep. When I opened it, it was Chrissie.



The first thing I noticed was that she had removed her bra since we had gotten back from the store, her breasts now making nice impressions in the front of her tank top. Hey quit looking at her tits, dumb ass, nice guy warned.



“I hope you like cookies? These are my grandma’s recipe. Molasses cookies with walnuts and pecans,” she said, holding out a plate of cookies to me. I tore my eyes away from her breast long enough to grab a cookie and take a bite.



“Damn Chrissie these are great, are these all for me?” I asked while stealing another glance at her breasts.



“All for you Sugar, I made them to thank you again for taking me to the store,” a look on her face, one I’d seen many times before on other women, that look that said I saw you looking at my tits. I began to blush and she did too a little. She handed me the plate, turned and went back inside her apartment. I closed my door and got myself a glass of milk. I hadn’t eaten anything yet today, while eating the cookies I thought, Damn and she can cook too.



A little later I suddenly wondered where Brad was. Chrissie had told me that he had most of Friday, all day Saturday and most of Sunday off. Yet I had not seen his truck yesterday or again this morning.



It was getting late and I decided it was time to take out the trash and start some dinner. Just as I was tossing my trash, Brad pulled in.



“Hey stranger where you been?” I joked.



“Been working some extra hours to make up for the time off I took to move,” he replied before adding, “Chrissie tells me that you invited us over to watch football, damn nice of you.”



“No problem it will be nice to have someone to watch the games with for a change,” I responded, “First game is at 10:00 come on over anytime.”



“Will do buddy, what brand of beer do you like?” he inquired as we walked to the doors of our respective apartments.



“I don’t drink, but don’t let that stop you and Chrissie,” I answered.



At that moment the door to his place flung open and Chrissie jumped into his arms, kissing him feverishly, “Oh Brad baby I am so glad you’re home, I am so fucking horny I am about to burst,” she exclaimed before noticing I was standing there and had heard every word.



“Oops Sorry Rick, I didn’t see you there,” she blushed slightly as she grabbed Brad’s hand and started to drag him inside, all the while giving me a mischievous grin.



Brad chuckled and gave me a look that guys share from time to time, that said sorry buddy but I’m about to get lucky. “See ya in the morning Rick, duty calls,” he said gloating.



I went inside and sat down on the sofa shaking my head and thinking damn that lucky bastard. Then I began to fantasize about all the things I had never done with a woman before, things I would love to do to Chrissie, making a mental list just in case I ever got the chance.


  1. I wanted to cum in her mouth





  2. I wanted her to play with my cum before swallowing it





  3. I wanted to shoot my cum all over her face/tits





  4. I wanted her to rub my cum all over her tits.





  5. I wanted her to deep throat me, better yet if she hung her head over the edge of the bed and let me fuck her throat.






I finally got up to cook and eat my dinner. Still distracted by thoughts of what Chrissie and Brad were doing next door, I took a sleeping pill to prevent my dirty old man from pestering me and turned in for the night.



The next morning at exactly ten, I heard a knock at my door. I opened the door and it was Brad and Chrissie. Chrissie was carrying a six pack of beer.



“Can I stick these in the fridge?” Chrissie asked.

“Sure you know where it’s at, same as in your place,” I answered, “Game is just starting, so come on in and get comfortable.”



Chrissie went to the kitchen and Brad headed to the living room.



I joked to Brad and pointed, “That’s my seat there in the corner, have a seat anywhere else you’d like, the game just got started. You haven’t missed anything yet.”



Brad took a seat in the middle of the sofa and Chrissie came in handed him a beer, and then sat on the other side of him in the opposite corner from me.



No one said much, as the game got quite interesting very quickly. Just before half time I got up to go get a soda.



“Where you going sugar?” Chrissie asked.



“Just to get a soda, I’ll be right back Miss Nosey!” I teased.



“Sit down, I’ll get it. Brad and I need another beer anyhow,” she replied jumping up to go fetch us drinks. As she passed in front of the TV I couldn’t help but look at her ass and dirty old man cursed, Fuck is she hot or what?



“She’s got a great ass don’t you think Rick?” Brad joked, momentarily leaving me speechless and befuddled why he would say such a thing. Both dirty old man and nice guy exclaimed, what the fuck!



When Chrissie returned she handed me a soda and handed a beer to Brad, when I noticed Brad was chuckling to himself.



“What are you laughing about Brad?” Chrissie asked.



“Oh just that Rick is trying to pretend he hasn’t noticed your ass before now, turn around sweet cheeks and give him a good look,” he ordered her. To my surprise she turned her ass towards me, and then even gave it a little shake before bending over slightly, causing her shorts to ride up the crack of her ass. I couldn’t help but let out a barely audible groan, which caused Brad to chuckle again.



Chrissie straightened up and turned back facing me. “So what do you think sugar,” she asked with a devilish smile. Dirty old man hissed, Why you little cock tease.



“I think you best sit down before I say or do something I shouldn’t,” I joked back. We all three broke into laughter. Chrissie giving me a look that said, oh I wish you would do something, which unnerved me. Brad also gave me a look but his was saying I know you want that ass, which unnerved me even more.



Again we fell into silence as we watched the game. The game was just about over when I asked, “I’m sure I’ve got something in the fridge we can snack on, would you guys care for some?”



Chrissie replied, “Sure, if you don’t mind I’ll rummage around your fridge and make us up a snack platter,” as she stood up to go to the kitchen.



“Ok, there is some French onion dip and salsa in there and chips in the cabinet next to the fridge.” I informed her.



A few minutes later Chrissie returned with a plate stacked with snacks of cheese and lunch meats, the dip, salsa and chips. Then she asked Brad if he wanted another beer and if I wanted another soda.



Brad replied, “I best not I’ve got to go to work in a couple hours.”



“Rick how about you, another soda?” she asked, and then teased me, “Brad you won’t believe it but Rick actually has food in his fridge, not your typical bachelor.”



To which I retorted, “Yeah I’m just a frustrated dirty old man.” What the fuck are you doing dumb ass, nice guy hollered.



For the next hour and half we watched the end of the first game and the beginning of the afternoon game. When Brad unexpectedly announced he needed to leave for work.



“Brad can I stay and watch the rest of the game?” Chrissie begged.



“Can I trust to leave the two of you here alone?” Brad half joked, “Besides that is not up to me. It’s Rick’s place and he has final say on whether you can stay or not.”



“She can stay if you don’t mind, you can trust me,” though I wasn’t totally sure that was true any longer. Dirty old man quipped, Yeah Brad leave her here with me, I’ll take real good care of her.



Brad chuckled, “It’s not you I’m worried about,” as he gave Chrissie a stern look.



“I’ll be good Brad I promise!” Chrissie declared, though the mischievous look in her eyes, implied otherwise.



“Then come here bitch and kiss me goodbye,” Brad ordered, grabbing her and planting a passionate kiss on her mouth, while copping a good feel of her ass with both hands. I wanted to look away, but could not tear my eyes away from the firm grip he had on her ass cheeks. When they broke their embrace, Brad reached out his hand to shake my hand mine.



“Thanks buddy I enjoyed it, looking forward to doing this again sometime maybe even next weekend, if you don’t mind,” he said as he shook my hand firmly.



“Sure you both are welcome any time,” I said actually meaning it.



Just as Brad was about to go out the door, he hollered back to me, “Rick if Chrissie doesn’t behave, just lay her over your lap and spank her.” I could hear a definite chuckle in his voice.



We watched the rest of the afternoon game and Chrissie behaved herself by not taunting me. The only exception was that after returning from using the bathroom, she had moved towards the center of the sofa leaving me little room to sit back down. It made me feel quite uncomfortable, her being so close to me and it didn’t help that dirty old man was urging me to jump her and nice guy was trying to restrain me from doing anything foolish.



“Chrissie, I’m feeling tired and think I’ll just record the Sunday Night Football game and watch it another night,” I lied to her wanting to get her out of my place so I could try to think.



“Ok sugar I’ll go soon as this game is over,” a look of disappointment on her face.



Once she left instead of turning in I got on my computer to visit the Literotica.com website and read some stories (actually a bad idea). I have been reading stories on Literotica for a few months now. I especially liked stories in the ‘Loving Wife’ category.



The stories in the ‘Loving Wife’ category all had one thing in common. Either the wife/girlfriend or the husband/boyfriend would set up situations where the guy would watch (often even videotaping) the woman being fucked by one or more men. The other common theme was that after the woman had been fucked senseless, the couple would then have a night of fucking unequalled to any other. This explains how I came by my new number one sexual fantasy.



Quite honestly the thought of fucking some guy’s girlfriend while he watched just wasn’t enough of a turn on for me; I had become obsessed with fucking some guy’s wife while he watched and he encouraged me to fuck her harder or faster.



My fantasy had another perverted twist. Fucking some guy’s wife’s pussy in the missionary position wasn’t good enough either. I wanted her on all fours doggy style, with my cock pounding her ass, as she taunted her husband with dirty talk like: “Honey do you like watching him fuck your wife’s ass?” or “Oh baby he fucks your wife so good, she loves it.”



Pretty much having his wife say anything that included the words ‘your wife’ in it would turn me on.



The ultimate turn on would be to see the husband’s face when his wife would say something like “Do you like watching him fuck your wife’s virgin ass?” The key word here being ‘virgin’.



As I was reading one story I realized I wasn’t looking to get turned on. But that I was actually looking for was some inspiration on how to trick Brad into letting me fuck his wife. That would be good enough for starters. If later I could fuck Chrissie while he watched, then I could die a very happy man.



Both dirty old man and nice guy for once agreed, Wouldn’t that be wonderful.



I glanced at the clock and it was getting late. So I went to the bedroom and stripped off my cloths and jumped into bed. Immediately dirty old man pounced on me, did you see how sweet her ass looked in those shorts. Come on Rick give our cock some relief, just think of her sweet firm young ass.



I wanted to resist, but my cock and hand had other plans. I closed my eyes and groaned in frustration. My mind joined in on the betrayal.



Chrissie was standing in the doorway smiling as she stood there mesmerized with the sight of me stroking my aching tool. Finally she spoke asking, “Do you need a hand with that, Rick? I didn’t speak a word; my eyes must have spoken for me.



She moved towards the bed, sitting down on the edge. She reached out and pushed my hand away, replacing it with her own, stroking me slowly. She sat there without a word just stroking my cock a little more firmly and slowly increased the pace.



“Rick did you enjoy looking at my ass? You want me don’t you Rick? You want to fuck me don’t you?” she questioned, her eyes showing an eagerness to know the answers.



My heart was pounding and my breath was rapid, I labored to get the words out, “yes I want you Chrissie…I want to fuck you…I want you doggy so I can look at your gorgeous ass as I fuck you.” My orgasm was near my balls were aching for relief.



“Then take me Rick, take me now…I want you Rick!” her expression pure lust.



I sprang from the bed, pulled her to her feet long enough for me to tug her shorts down around her ankles. I pushed her to the bed into a doggy position. My only concern my need to have her now, my need for release of the pressure building in my balls. I drove into her wetness roughly and thrust into her like a man possessed. I exploded instantly.



My fantasy ended the moment I felt the warmth of cum spatting my stomach. I sat up head to the bathroom to clean myself.



The next week was pretty much a repeat of last week, with Chrissie waiting for me the moment I got home. Each time she looked hotter than she did the day before. Thursday night she really went over the top with a skimpy bikini top that just barely covered her nipples.



As I stepped out of my car, she spoke “Hey Sugar! I baked lasagna today, can I offer you dinner in exchange for watching the game tonight?” she asked flirtatiously, thrusting her breasts out as if daring me to not look.



“Not dressed like that you can’t,” I stammered as I rushed past her. Dirty old man was nearly jumping up and down exclaiming, Damn just look at those tits, you can almost see her nipples through that little bit of cloth.



She hollered after me, “Ok Sugar, I’ll change and be over in a couple minutes.”



“Fine just be sure to cover up,” I said clearly agitated.



Ten minutes later I heard her knocking at the door, opening the door she stood there with a lasagna dish in her hands and a button down blouse that had the top three buttons undone, which was a lot less tempting than that bikini top.



“Come in Chrissie. The game has already started, but you haven’t missed much,” I said as calmly as I could considering how rattled I had been just moments before.



Chrissie came in and headed to the kitchen, where she dished out some lasagna for each of us. Then she came into the living room, handed me a plate, and sat down at the opposite end of the sofa from me.



I just sat there keeping my eyes on the TV while eating my dinner, neither of us speaking. At half time Chrissie finally spoke.



“Rick sorry I upset you earlier dressed like I was, please don’t be mad,” she pleaded, actually looking as if she regretted the earlier incident.



Nice guy shocked me, The hell you are, you meant to provoke us, you slut.



I keep telling you she wants us to fuck her, dirty old man added.



“I’m not mad Chrissie, let’s just pretend it never happened and you promise to never do that again, I don’t think my heart can take it,” I smiled, unable to repress a slight groan of frustration by the image of just how great her tits looked in that bikini top.



I stood and picked up the plates and turned to go to the kitchen when she replied, a coy little smile on her face, “Ok I promise to never do that again unless you ask.”



When I returned, she had slid over closer to where I had been sitting. All I could do was shake my head and wonder what she was going to do next to torment me.



Sitting down I turned my attention to the game and did my best to ignore the fact that she was sitting just a couple inches from me.



There was only about five minutes left in the game when I felt her nudge me with her elbow, to get my attention. Looking into her eyes, I followed her gaze as she looked down to her now gaping open blouse, to see nearly all of her left breast exposed.



I didn’t even try to hide the fact I was looking, I was too busy restraining myself from ripping her blouse off and ravaging her breast. Finally I looked at her again, her expression speaking volumes saying I know you looked and I know you want it, so just take it. I tore my eyes from her and back to the TV just in time to see the game had just ended.



I jumped up on wobbly legs and thanked her for dinner before saying, “Time for you to go home, I need to get a shower and get ready for work tomorrow.”



“Ok Sugar, do you need someone to wash our back?” She asked with yet another innuendo obviously meant to provoke me.



Totally bewildered I said in desperation, “Chrissie you need to go now!” as I ushered her out the door.



I skipped the shower and went to bed. Laying there for I don’t know how long cursing myself for not having the balls to take her and ravage her, as she so clearly wanted me to do.



You can’t Rick she is a married woman living right next door, it is too risky and you know it, nice guy chimed in trying to strengthen my resolve to not give into my dirty old man side.



But once again I gave into my dirty old man side and began to stroke my cock, but this time I imaged I was fucking Chrissie’s luscious tits. I was so turned on; it only took seconds before I erupted. As I lay there a while before deciding that fucking her tits needed to be on my wish list.



After cleaning myself up I returned to bed and quickly fell asleep.



The next morning at work I started to relax a bit when I realized Brad would be home today and I wouldn’t have to have another encounter with Chrissie when I got home. Then I sighed as I realized I had invited them to come over to watch football again on Sunday.



So that afternoon when my buddy Stuart stopped by my desk and told me a few folks were going out for drinks after work I quickly agreed to be there. It was the perfect excuse for not going home straight after work.



The evening out was just what I needed. There was a lot of great conversation and lots of laughter and best of all no time to be thinking about Chrissie.



I finally left the bar and got home around midnight. But found it odd that Brad’s truck was not in his parking space. I hoped this meant Brad and Chrissie had gone out for the evening.



Instead I found a note taped to my door. I pulled it off and read it.



Hi Sugar



I need to ask you a favor, would you please see me when you get home. No matter how late you get in.



Chrissie



Avoiding her is not going to work and I would be a jerk if I just ignored her note, so what choice do I have? So I stepped across the hall and knocked on her door. First I noticed the peep hole go dark and then heard the door being unlocked.



Chrissie opened the door and was standing there in a short silky pink robe that just barely covered her sex, the robe was trimmed with what looked like black feathers, around her waist was a black velvety belt cinched in a loose knot, her red painted toes where peeking out the front of her black fuzzy bedroom slippers, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and across her breasts.



She is naked under that robe, I’ll lay $100 on it, dirty old man taunted me.



Easy Rick stay calm, you can handle this, remember she is married, nice guy reminded me attempting to bolster my resolve to not have thoughts of jumping her and fucking her brains out.



“What’s the favor?” I asked quite gruffly.



“Brad wants me to cook up some fried chicken for lunch Sunday and I need to get to the store tomorrow,” she replied before asking, “Would you have time to run me to the store?”



“Why can’t Brad take you?” I asked, again quite gruffly.



“Brad isn’t home yet, because his truck broke down and he is stuck outside Salt Lake City waiting for it to get repaired. So he won’t be home until sometime tomorrow afternoon and we won’t really have time to go to the store. So if you could please do me this favor I’m sure my chicken will make up for everything.”



“Fine be ready to go at 10 o’clock,” was all I could say. I turned towards my door, so as not to have to look at her any longer; also to hide the bulge in my pants that came on so quickly. I was a bit shocked by the strong effect she had on me.



I heard a soft little giggle before hearing her reply “Sure Sugar, I’ll be ready, I’m always ready,” Her sexual innuendo stabbing me in the back, nearly killing me.



Once in my apartment I collapsed onto the sofa. I was shaking and my cock was begging for some relief.



I decide to go right to bed. As soon as I turned the lights off, dirty old man taunted me, Come on Rick give it a good jerking off, you know you want to, just think of Chrissie in that hot pink robe. This time I was determined to not listen to him.



The next morning I slept in an extra three hours; not getting up until nine. I got up took a quick shower, and had couple of slices of toast.



At exactly ten I opened my front door and immediately noticed Chrissie’s door was open. Just then she popped her head in the doorway.



“I’m ready Sugar, just let me grab my bags and we can go,” she said. She was looking very hot again, wearing the shortest denim shorts and a yellow halter top that clung to her breasts, leaving little to the imagination.



I waited there until she reappeared and locked her front door. She then surprised me by hooking her arm around mine and we walked arm in arm out to the car, with her jabbering a mile a minute about what I had no idea.



Once we got in the car she suddenly became silent. I was thankful to not have to listen to that honey sweet accent of hers. We were almost to the store when I looked over at her; she had the biggest grin on her face.



“What are you grinning about” I asked her with a tone of annoyance.



“Oh I was just thinking about the look on your face last night. When, I answered the door in my little pink robe. You were so adorable. You must have turned 20 shades of pink,” she said before asking, “Did you like my sexy little robe, Sugar?”



I turned right at the last light before the grocery store. Pulled up onto the sidewalk, slammed the car into park and turned the engine off. I turned in my seat to face her, looking straight into her eyes.



My voice rose two octaves “Chrissie you can’t be talking to me like that, it’s not right,” I scolded her as if she were a child.



“Sorry Daddy,” she whimpered.



Daddy?…what the hell is up with that? All my frustration was boiling to the surface. So since I had gotten started I figured I might just as well finish. So I continued to scold her “Chrissie you are a beautiful and sexy young woman.”



She interrupted me “So you like looking at me don’t you Daddy?” she asked in her sweetest little girl voice.



“Yes! But that is not the point, the point is you are a married woman. It is not nice to torment an old fart like me,” my voice rising even higher. “Besides Chrissie what if Brad caught you talking like that to me? He would blow a gasket and beat me up or worse beat up both of us,” I scolded her.

“So you don’t like looking at me Daddy?” she inquired as she started to pout.



“I didn’t say that Chrissie, you have to try and understand I’m old but I still appreciate a beautiful woman. I still have the desires of a much younger man. I’m old Chrissie, not dead,” my voice filled with exasperation. “Do you understand Chrissie why you can’t continue acting like this around me?” I pleaded as I let out a big sigh.



“Yes Daddy I understand,” her eyes watering up as if she was about to cry.



She looked away from me, lowering her gaze to her lap before saying almost in a whisper, “I’m sorry Daddy, I promise to behave, please don’t be mad at me.”



I turned back into my seat, started the car and drove the last couple blocks to the store. Chrissie had gone silent and couldn’t seem to look at me.



She grabbed a cart and we went inside the store, before she spoke again.



“Rick can you stay with me as I shop?” She added, “I need your help to find stuff I didn’t find last time.” She still barely looked me in the eye as she spoke, her eyes still near tears.



“Sure Chrissie” I added “It is ok Chrissie I’m not mad at you, so dry your eyes and let’s get your shopping done.”



“You’re not mad?” Her expression instantly turned to one of joy, “Good now I can make lunch for us tomorrow like Brad told me to do.”



“Do you like Southern Fried Chicken Rick? How many pieces can you eat? Do you like cornbread? How about corn on the cob do you like that?” She rattled on with more questions, not even giving me a chance to reply to any of her questions. She was literally bouncing up and down with joy.



Damn look at those tits bounce, dirty old man pointed out. I tried not to look, but couldn’t help taking a peek.



“Yes I like fried chicken, two maybe three pieces, yes, yes, no, yes, yes” I chuckled.



“Where are the spices Rick? I need some secret ingredients for the chicken,” she giggled. Then with a coy smile on her face she asked “What would Daddy like for dessert?”



I just shook my head “Chrissie!”



She cringed, “Oops sorry”.



We finished her shopping with Chrissie only speaking to me to ask where to find this or that in the store. An hour later as I made the last turn to come into view of our respective apartments, Chrissie shouted “Brad is home! My honey is home!” She reached to the door handle to open the door. I had to grab her arm to keep her from jumping out of the car before we came to a complete stop.



Once stopped, she was out the door and running to her apartment at full speed, hollering “Brad I’m home baby, I’m home,” she hollered before disappearing inside.



Damn did you see her tits bounce? Dirty old man exclaimed.



Oh shut up do you not see she loves her husband, nice guy pointed out.



I got out of the car and opened the tailgate, to get her groceries out. I grabbed the three bags of groceries and was headed to her apartment, when Brad and Chrissie came out the door.



The front of Chrissie’s halter top was stuffed down the front of her shorts. It was obvious that Brad had already copped a feel of her pussy and God knows what else before they came outside. I just smiled and handed the bags to Brad.



“Chrissie is going to cook us the best damn lunch tomorrow, while you and I watch the football game. So be prepared to eat the best fried chicken you ever had,” Brad exclaimed.



“Looking forward to it,” I replied.



I went inside and flipped on the TV, when dirty old man pondered, do you think she is blowing him or are they fucking yet. Wonder if he is doing her doggy?



My nice guy surprised me with, Wonder if they even got the groceries put away.



The rest of the day I just did household chores, cleaning and some laundry, not giving Brad and Chrissie another thought.



Sunday morning there was a knock at the door around 9:45, it was Brad.



“Hey Rick, Chrissie was wondering if it would be ok with you for her to cook over here at your place so she could get to watch some of the game while stuff is cooking?” he asked.



“Sure, tell her to come over and check to see if I have all the things that she needs to cook with, I’ll just leave the door open.”



“Good deal we will be right over, so turn the game on,” Brad said giving me a strange smile that I didn’t really understand.



A couple minutes later they came back carrying all the food Chrissie planned to cook, then she asked me if I had this or that and finally told Brad she needed her iron skillet and sent him back to their place to get it.



When Brad returned the game was just getting started, then the two of them came out and sat on the sofa in the same spots as last week.



We just sat and watched the game until just before half time, when Chrissie got up and said, “I guess I best get started on lunch.” She headed to the kitchen. For the next twenty minutes or so I could hear the sounds of Chrissie preparing the food for cooking, followed shortly after by the aromas of a tasty meal drifting out into the leaving room.



The morning game had just ended when I decided to stick my nose into the kitchen and see how Chrissie was coming along with our lunch.



Then from right behind me I heard Brad say, “Gotta warn you Rick once you’ve tasted Chrissie’s chicken you will feel like you just got laid.”



What the hell, is he going to torture me with more sexual innuendos again today? Nice guy whimpered, that bastard. For once dirty old man had nothing to say.



“Ok guys it’s ready! Grab a plate and dig in,” Chrissie announced.



As I took my first bite of the fried chicken, I was surprised just how good it tasted and agreed with Brad’s earlier warning. I complimented her on how good the chicken tasted. She informed me that it was her grandmother’s recipe that made it so good.



I joked, “Does your grandma need a husband?”



Brad shot back with “I tried to warn you Rick, Chrissie’s chicken tastes almost as good as her pussy.”



He continued speaking but I can’t recall what all he said at the moment, I was too stunned by his last comment for anything to register, but I do remember everything had an obvious sexual innuendo to it.



As much as I tried to keep the conversation light and pleasant, Brad seemed to find a way to keep hitting me with innuendo after innuendo. Chrissie didn’t say a word, but just looked at me with a sultry smile.



As I finished my meal I proclaimed, “Well Chrissie that has to be the best meal I have had in a very long time, you did a great job…can I help clean up?” I asked.



I nearly fell off my chair at the next words out of Brad’s mouth.



“Yeah besides being a great fuck, Chrissie’s cooking can make you feel as good as if you just fucked her,” Brad said. He then had a huge belly laugh at my expense; he clearly was enjoying my shocked expression.



I sat there stunned, unable to say anything; I looked to Chrissie, my expression pleading with her for what to do or say. A mischievous smile appeared as she said “Tell him Brad.”



“Tell me what?” I asked with a tone of total confusion.



“Sorry Rick didn’t mean to shock you buddy, but if you will just listen to me and not interrupt I’ll clear things up,” Brad’s expression implied that I should just do as he asked.



All I could do was nod my head.



“Good Rick, you see Chrissie has told me everything that has gone on between you and her while I was off working; all the details about the past two weeks. You’re a real stand-up kind of guy aren’t you Rick, yes a real gentleman.”



I nodded my head yes again, still not able to speak, My mind spinning in circles wondering what Brad was going to say next.



“I’m glad to know that about you Rick because I want to ask a big favor of you and knowing you are a stand-up guy makes it easier for me to ask it, knowing I can trust you,” Brad said with a broad smile on his face as he continued “But before I ask my favor, I think you should know a few things.



Dirty old man was beside himself with excitement, fuck yeah he is going to ask us to fuck his wife, I just know it.



Nice guy stammered, no no it can’t be that, but what else could it be?



“Rick this may shock you to hear, but Chrissie is what I would call a borderline nympho. By that I mean; if she had her way she’d want to be fucked every day. Plus she has a daddy fetish and right now her fetish is focused on you, you lucky bastard.



She has been nagging the heck out of me about what to do about you refusing to make a move on her no matter what she has done to try and tempt you.” Brad’s face was unreadable, giving me no clue to whether he was joking or serious.



Hot damn, how great is this? See I told you she wanted to fuck us, do you believe me now? Dirty old man said grinning ear to ear. Nice guy nearly stunned into silence managed to say, I don’t fucking believe it, how lucky can we get…I just can’t believe it.



Brad patted his knee for Chrissie to come sit on his lap, which she did, putting her arms around his neck and shoulders. “Brad get to the point before he faints dead away,” she told him.



“You’re right sweetie, so Rick, understand this I love my wife and she loves me, never doubt that ok. I will do anything to keep her happy.” His expression was still a poker face of non-emotion.



Oh My God Oh My God, dirty old man and nice guy kept repeating. Neither of them, believing what they heard. I was so stunned I couldn’t speak.



“Come on Brad ask him already, quit beating around the bush,” Chrissie said sounding a bit annoyed at Brad for taking so long to get to the point.



“Rick, Chrissie and I had a long talk about this yesterday and we agreed that the only way you are ever going to fuck her is if I ask you to.”



“So Rick can you be a stand-up guy; a guy I can trust to fuck my wife and treat her right while I am away working?” Brad asked me still expressionless.



Tell him yes damn it, tell him yes before he changes his mind, dirty old man was screaming.



Do it, say yes, you will only kick yourself later if you say no, nice guy advised as well.



“I ah, I ah…” was all I could get out of my mouth.



“Honey I think he is in shock,” Chrissie giggled, “He is so adorable,” giggling again.



Suddenly a sense of panic slammed me. I was not sure of my ability to perform after having been so many years since I was last with a woman.



She then stood up and came over to me, straddled my lap, leaned in to kiss me. At first I was still too stunned to even react to her lips on mine and her tongue searching to find its way into my mouth. But she seemed undeterred by my lack of response to her kiss. Finally my lips parted ever so slightly, Chrissie’s tongue darted in and began to wrestle mine.



My cock hardened directly beneath her. She started to grind her crotch into mine as she wrapped her arms around my head and pressed my mouth harder into hers. I raised my arms but they just flayed about not knowing whether to wrap them around her, to pull her tits into my chest or to reach down and grab her ass.



I heard Brad chuckle from behind her “Damn Rick. How long has it been since you had a hot woman on your lap?”



Chrissie broke our kiss, turned her head towards Brad giving him a glare that could kill “Don’t tease him, he just needs time to get used to me.”



“Well then I’ve got to be at work early today, so I will just leave now and let you two get to it.” With that he got up and left, not even telling Chrissie goodbye.



The moment I heard the door close, Chrissie turned back to me leaned in and whispered in my ear “We are going to have so much fun Daddy, I’m going to make my Daddy feel so good.”



Chrissie took hold of my hand, pulled me up from the sofa. I was still in a daze as she led me to the bedroom.



Once in the bedroom she sat down on the corner of the bed, tossing her cell phone to the middle of the bed, before she finally looked up to my panic stricken face. ,



“Oh my god, Sugar are you OK?” she asked with a look of concern. “You don’t look so good”.



“TELL HER THE TRUTH, YOU GOT NO CHOICE, JUST TELL HER,” nice guy screamed at me.



“Chrissie … I ah, I ah, I have to tell you something, Chrissie I haven’t been with a woman in quite a few years and I am scared to death that if you even touch me I will explode in three seconds or less, or worse yet not come at all. Either way you’re not going to be happy with me …. and I ah, I ah, will have blown my chance to be with you again.” I looked down at my feet, embarrassed at my admissions. Chrissie stood up, lifted my chin so our eyes met.



I saw in her eyes a look of understanding, and I started to relax a little.



“Oh Sugar, didn’t you hear me tell Brad that you need time to get used to me?” She asked her smile growing as well as a devilish look in her eyes.



I just nodded my head. She sat back down on the corner of the bed. “So let’s see what you got in here for me,” she murmured as she touched my thighs and moved her hands slowly up towards my crotch. My legs started to tremble just from her touch, my cock instantly returning again to fully erect in anticipation of her touching me. Then her hand reached my now bulging cock, giving it a small squeeze. “Oh my look what I found, is that all for me Daddy?” She asked coyly.



“Chrissie please remember I’m old and out of practice, so be gentle” I pleaded. Just then it dawned on me that she was dressed exactly the way she was the first time I saw her, even having her hair pulled up in a ponytail.



“Oh Daddy I’m not going to hurt you, I’m going to make you feel so good and I just know you’re going to do the same for me,” as she squeezed my cock a little harder. She started to unbuckle my belt and pull down my zipper, resulting in my shorts dropping to the floor around my ankles and leaving my stiff eight-inch cock pointing up at a 45 degree angle.



She bit her lower lip, and just sat there staring directly at my erect cock without saying a word, for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was just a few seconds. The expression on her face was a look that suggested she was looking at the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She finally looked up to me before saying “Daddy I’m going to touch you, lick you and suck you now like no woman has ever done before, are you ready?” I just nodded my head, I was more than willing to let her lead what happens, at least for now.



She leaned forward, reached around me to grab me by both ass cheeks and then pulled me closer to her, putting my stiff cock just a couple inches from her mouth. She licked her lips, leaned in towards my now throbbing cock, touched her tongue to the base of my erection, and then slowly licked the underside of my cock as she moved up towards to its mushroom head. Once at the top she twirled her tongue around the head, causing me such intense pleasure; I had nearly forgotten just how good this felt.



I closed my eyes and moaned, “Oh God Chrissie, suuuckkk my cockkkk baby, please suck meeeeee”.



“Are you sure you are ready for this Daddy?” She asked as she watched me nod again. “Ok but if you need to come, just do it, I want to taste you and I love to swallow.” Nice guy whined, I don’t believe this is really happening, I must be dreaming.



She wrapped her lips around half my cock, sucking and whipping the head of my cock around with her tongue. Oh fuck yes, COCK you better not fucking come yet, if you do I swear I will kill you, dirty old man threatened.



My eyes were still closed, when my hips got a mind of their own and thrust my cock into her mouth. Open your eyes dumb shit, watch her suck you, you are missing it, dirty old man shouted at me.



I opened my eyes looking down at her, her mouth was even more beautiful with my cock in it than I had fantasized it would be. I tugged at the neck line of her tank top wanting to get a better view of her tits.



She let my cock drop from her mouth “You want to see my titties don’t you
Daddy?” She asked with a sexy, lustful smile, “Come on help me get this off,” as she started to pull her top up and over her head, the only thing I did was to take it from her and throw it on the floor.



Hot damn I knew it I knew it; she has puffy nipples, dirty old man was shouting.



That she does, and those have got to be some of the nicest tits I have ever seen, nice guy remarked.



She cupped her hands under her breasts, shaking them up and down; then squeezed them together. “Do you like my tities Daddy, you want to touch them and suck them don’t you?” She asked with a naughty grin.



I stammered, “I-I-I….” Thankfully she could read my thoughts.



“Here Daddy suck on this one,” she offered up her left tit as she stood up. I reached for her breasts pushing her hands aside. I let out a soft moan as I bent my head down and wasted no time taking the offered breast it into my mouth. Chrissie lowered her hands and grasped my cock with one hand, my balls with the other, then started stroking me.



My confidence had suddenly shot through the roof. You go buddy, give this gal a fucking she won’t soon forget, dirty old man and nice guy cheered in unison. I released her left tit from my hand, continued to revel in the feel of her right breast in my other hand. I moved my hand down her side touching her softly, then reached around to her ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze.



“Ooooh Daddy I like that, are you going to spank me too?” she asked jokingly.



I already knew from the few encounters with her the past two weeks, that Chrissie loved to talk and often a mile a minute. So it came as no surprise really that she liked to talk during sex. I just had no idea how naughty she could get.



I felt the warmth of her breath at my ear: “Oh Daddy, you don’t want the other one to get jealous do you?” she cooed, before adding, “Does Daddy like sucking his baby girl’s titties?”



All I could do was nod my head yes, refusing to release her hard nipple from my mouth.



After a few more seconds I reluctantly released her erect nipple from my mouth; I started to nibble and kiss my way across to her other breast, stopping for just a moment to relish having my face buried in her cleavage. After a few seconds I continued to work my way to her other still soft pink puffy nipple. Finding it I attempted to suck as much of her tit into my mouth as I could and began lashing her nipple with my tongue, much in the same fashion as she had done to the head of my cock just moments before.



Chrissie moaned into my ear, “Oh Daddy that feels so good, please don’t stop”.



I have no intention of stopping, god I’ve missed this, dirty old and nice guy concurred.



I had no intention of stopping, nor did I ever want this moment to end, I was already on cloud nine heading to who knows where.



Slowly she moved her hands to my hips and gently nudged me back. At first I wondered why. Why is she pushing me away? I looked at her as she slowly dropped to her knees, having only pushed me back so that there was space enough for her to do so between me and the edge of the bed.



She took my cock back into her hand, then looking past my cock and into my eyes, she said softly, “Daddy I know it has been a long time since you have come for a woman, but I want you to come, no I need you to come for me.”



Then a wicked little grin emerged on her face as she said, “Not sure I can swallow all of this big dick, what do you think about me giving it a try?”

“Hell yes Chrissie, go for it,” I pleaded while nodding my head vigorously.



With that she swirled her tongue around my cock head 3-4 times before sinking her mouth two thirds the way down my still quite stiff member, as she moved her hands to my hips just resting them there.



I heard a slight gagging sound come from Chrissie’s mouth. Thinking this was as deep as she was going to be able to take me, my hips sprang into action of their own accord, starting to pull out and thrust back into her sweet mouth. Chrissie stiffened her arms and griped my hips firmly, as she began to shake her head from side to side. She looked up into my eyes, her eyes telling me to stay still and let her finish what she had started.



She pressed her mouth slowly forward, another little gag, stayed still for a moment, I assumed so she could become accustomed to the head of my cock at the entrance of her throat. Then she pressed forward again, another gagging sound escaped her throat, she was within an inch of swallowing me whole, then she pressed forward again but rapidly this time, ending with her nose buried in my pubic hairs and her eyes closed.



We both froze in place. Her, I guess, to adjust to the 3-4 inches of my cock down her throat, and me because having never been deep throated before I was a bit afraid if I moved I might hurt her.



Damn we can check off #5 on the list, dirty old man remarked and nice guy chuckled in agreement.



She moved her hands from my hips around to my ass cheeks, just resting there only slightly gripping them. She then gave me a small slap on my ass, moving her head ever so slightly releasing maybe only a half inch of my cock. She gave me another slap, looked up at me her eyes seemingly saying, come on, fuck my face. So I pulled out an inch and slowly pressed back into her, still concerned I might hurt her.



She then slapped me harder this time with both hands; she pulled her head back allowing two, maybe three inches of my cock to slip out of her mouth. She then shocked me a bit grasping my ass firmly pulling me towards her, as she pressed my cock back down her throat.



Damn she likes it, go for it buddy, dirty old man remarked cheering me on. I began to increase the rate of my thrusts into her mouth, faster, harder. Her slaps and pulls of my ass towards her matching mine in intensity.



I could feel my sperm building up deep inside my balls, God I didn’t think I could last much longer before I would erupt. I started to slow my pace wanting to delay exploding into her mouth just a little longer. When she surprised me once again, taking my left hand, she moved it to the top of her head, urging me to take hold of her ponytail.



The light bulb went on and I knew what she wanted, her eyes telling me everything I needed to know. She started squeezing her tits and she got a smile on her face (if that is even possible with her mouth filled of cock). I stood still, no longer thrusting my pelvis at her; instead I used her ponytail to drag her mouth off my cock and used it again to force her mouth down until she bumped her nose against my crotch.



Just 20-30 seconds of fucking her face like this and I was nearly there, I was going to come soon and expected it was going to be massive.



“OOhhh God Chrissieeeeeeeeeeee I’m cooooming baby, open your mooouuth, open yoooour mouth,” I pleaded, as I tried to extract my cock from her mouth. Chrissie sucked harder, her cheeks collapsing inward, causing an audible popping sound as the head of my cock finally escaped the grip of her lips.



She opened wide just in time for the first thick rope of cum, to shoot clear to the back of her mouth hitting her tonsils. She gagged a little, obviously trying to keep from swallowing just yet, instead wanting to have all my cum pool in her mouth to show me once I was done. I erupted a second time, then a third, the last not quite reaching her mouth, but instead hitting her lower lip and chin.



Completely spent I closed my eyes, tilting my head back I mumbled, “Thank you Chrissie, thank you so much.” At that moment she pinched my leg. “What the hell Chrissie?” I exclaimed as I looked down at her.



Her eyes gave me an instant answer I just took your load in my mouth, now look at me, her eyes said. She dragged a finger from the bottom of her chin up to her now slightly open mouth, pushing the remnants of cum from her chin to between her lips to join the rest of my cum. Leaving her finger lingering in her mouth, giving it a little suck, her seductive smile morphed to the proverbial grin of a cat that just ate the canary.



“You are so naughty Chrissie” I declared, my heart starting to pound, as I hoped she would fulfill my next wish. As if she was reading my mind, she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue so I could see the large pool of cum covering her tongue. She began to stir it around with her finger.



Dirty old man nearly went nuts exclaiming She did #1 and #2 on the wish list, damn that is so hot.



I uttered a low moan loving the sight before me; my moan seemed to encourage her to get even naughtier, as she pulled back her tongue, puckered her lips, letting some cum leak part way down her chin, before sucking it back into her mouth.



After a couple more minutes of teasing me, no make that torturing me, she made a show of swallowing, “All gone Daddy, see!” She opened her mouth, extended her tongue as proof that it was true. “Wow that was a big load and so tasty Daddy, do I get more later?” She queried giving me a naughty smile.



“Do you really want more you naughty girl?” I retorted before adding, “and where would you like Daddy to put it?”



“Oh I think we both know where I want it Daddy,” she giggled reaching for my now flaccid cock. “Just gotta get this softy back in shape first,” giggling again as she began to play with me. She reached under my t-shirt with her other hand, and started rubbing my belly. “Love your hairy chest Daddy, but I’m going to have to fuck some of this belly off you,” she said with a mischievous smile.



I felt my face warm as I blushed and then silently cursed myself for not having kept myself in better shape, “I hope so Chrissie, I hope so,” was all I could think to say, as she took my member into her mouth and began punching it around with her tongue, much like a boxer working the speed bag.



Damn she is one talented cock-sucker, dirty old man and nice guy agreed. Oh yes she is that, damn that feels good, my own thoughts added in my two cents.



Instantly my cock started to stiffen in response to Chrissie’s ministrations. I hurried to remove my shirt and glasses, tossing them somewhere, not really caring where.



“I’m impressed Daddy, that didn’t take long, looks to me like you’re ready to give me the fucking I’ve been waiting for,” she gushed in a sexy tone, as she stood up again. She didn’t let go of my cock, as she started to tug down her shorts with her other hand. Eventually her shorts dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them. Realizing my own shorts were still at my feet, I stepped out of mine also.



“Ready?” she questioned me, her expression one of total lust now.



“Yes, I am soooo ready,” my own lust matching the lust on her face.



I placed my hands on her shoulders giving her a playful, but forceful shove resulting in her landing on her back at the edge of the bed, bumping her head on her cell phone.



“Ouch” she said as she grabbed the phone and tossed it aside and then scrambled to move back further onto the bed, to give me room to crawl between her spread legs. I suddenly was struck stupid, frozen in place, unable to tear my eyes away from the most perfect camel toe pussy I had ever seen.



Chrissie was on her back, knees raised, feet flat on the bed, and legs spread wide. She had a small patch of downy soft blond pubic hair just a quarter inch from where her clit was hiding at the top of what appeared to be a very wet slit separating her pussy lips, the rest of her looking as if recently shaved. To me her pussy looked like the gates to heaven and I was ready to fall to my knees to worship there.



I knew it, I was right she is a real blonde, no phony blonde wannabe, dirty old man pointed out. As if I cared at this point.



“Daddy!” I heard her say, breaking my daze, I looked up to see her wiggling her finger at me, beckoning me to come to her, “You want this don’t you Daddy, I’m ready, God I’m so ready, come fuck your little girl Daddy.” Her voice was low and sultry.



I began to crawl onto the bed and towards the heaven between her legs, that being my goal. As my gaze passed over her little tuft of hair, I saw she had a tattoo, it was some sort of writing, but I couldn’t make out what it said without my glasses. I stopped there for a moment, again mesmerized with how fucking hot her pussy looked.



Give her a good licking…it’s only fair she gave you oral…. fair is fair, nice guy advised. Oh yeah, find her clit and drive her crazy, just like the old days, dirty old man concurred.



An aroma of sweet perfume drifted up to my nostrils, Is it perfume or could she really smell that good, I thought. I bent my face closer, my tongue out with intentions of tasting her, knowing that her pussy just had to be the best tasting I ever had or would ever have.



Suddenly I felt her grab the hair at the top of my head, pulling my face up to meet her gaze. “Let’s save that for later Daddy, I’m wet, so fucking wet, I’m so ready, come on take me now, fuck me Daddy, fuck me,” her voice filled with urgency.



As my face appeared directly above hers, she reach down between us, grasped my cock, she started rubbing its head up and down between her soaking wet pussy lips, before finally pulling the head just inside her.



“Come on Daddy take me, fill me with your big hard cock, I’ve waited two fucking weeks for this, give it to me now, fuck me you dirty old man,” her voice even more urgent than a moment ago.



I watched as she bit her lower lip, closed her eyes and arched her head back, her breasts bumping my chest as her shoulders lifted off the bed. “Ooooooooohh fuck yesssssssssss,” she moaned as she opened her eyes and collapsed back on the bed. “God Rick I so fucking loooooooove how it feels the first time a guy shoves his cock in my cunt, its soooo fucking goooodd, fuck me Rick, NOW!” she ordered.



I was just getting a good rhythm going when her phone rang with a unique ring tone I’d never heard before.



SON-OF-A-BITCH,” she swore, “so sorry Daddy it’s Brad, I have to answer it. You just keep going, I’ll catch up with you I promise.” She truly looked annoyed by the interruption.



What the fuck, is she really going to answer the phone? Both dirty old man and nice guy grumbled.



She reached out her hand to search for the phone, finding it she put it to her ear. “Hey Honey glad you called … yeah just now you are interrupting us… Brad wants to talk to you,” she held the phone up to my ear.



What the fuck, now, he fucking wants to talk to me now, what an asshole, I got no time for talking right now, I screamed in my head.



“Hey Rick are you enjoying fucking my wife? …. No need to answer, of course you are … so I need to ask you another favor … See if you can persuade her to let you fuck her ass … she has always wanted to try it, but too afraid to let me … so break her in for me if you can … can’t wait to see you bang her … gotta go, my truck is loaded and they want me to get the out of the way of the loading dock so someone else can get in.” There was not even the slightest tone of jealously or concern in his voice as he hung up, instead he sounded calm and as if my fucking his wife was as routine as getting out of bed each morning.



Damn we can sure use that information to our advantage later…did he say what I think he said, he wants to watch us bang his wife … hot damn, that will be a true red letter day, dirty old man gloated.



Chrissie pulled the phone back to her ear “Brad you still there?”



“He hung up,” I answered her, my expression showing my annoyance at having been interrupted.



“I’m so sorry Sugar, he just wanted to know if you had fucked me yet. “Now where were we, oh yeah you were just getting started fucking me silly,” she giggled as she locked her legs around my ass, pulled me down on top of her, our mouths meeting for some serious tongue wrestling, her arms wrapped around my head.



Chrissie started to thrust her hips and a couple seconds later we were matching each other’s thrusts, as if we had done this a thousand times before. Each time my pelvis met her clit in its protective little cave, she moaned into my mouth, exciting me all the more.



Finally she broke the kiss, I was grateful to be able to breathe again, my heart was pounding and my breathing was erratic. Not being used to excreting this much energy in a very long time; I needed as much air as I could suck in.



“Oh yeesssss Daddy, fuck me just like thaaaaaaaaaat, right there Daddy, oh god yessss right thereeee! you’re going to make me coooome Daddyyyyy,” she moaned in my ear.



Her screams and moans were about to push me over the edge, I could feel my scrotum tightening, signaling the dam was about to break. I rose up breaking away from her arms clinging to my head and shoulders. Like a man possessed, I pried her legs from around my ass, to over my shoulders; I pressed her legs back towards her shoulders, bringing nearly all my weight to bare, I was in effect pinning her to the bed, as I began fucking her as hard and fast as I could.



Chrissie cupped my face in both hands, turning my face to meet hers. “That’s it Daaaaaddy pin meeeeee to the bed and fuuuuck meee you dirty old mannnnnn…make meee cooome, make mmeeeeeee cooome!” she screamed.



That was it, I couldn’t hold it back any longer, my cock was screaming for release. We both screamed “I’mmmmm Coooming … I’m cooominggg!” Our cries were so loud I was sure my upstairs neighbor would hear us. I slammed into her one last time, my entire body stiffening, as I felt stream after stream of cum, shooting into her hot wet pussy.



I was momentarily unable to move as I felt the walls of her pussy flexing and contracting rapidly, attempting to pump me dry. I raised my head just enough to glance in the mirror over the head board, I saw Chrissie’s toes curling and her legs trembling slightly.



We did it, made her orgasm, we still got it, way to go buddy, dirty old man congratulated me. Not bad for an old fart, nice guy ribbed me.



I rose up straighter, allowing Chrissie’s legs to drop to each side of me and started to move off her. In a flash her legs wrapped around my waist, locking her ankles behind my back, keeping me from moving anywhere.



“Don’t you even dare think about pulling that cock out of me, you dirty old man,” she half teased and half demand. That was fine with me; both of us were still coming down from our orgasms and waiting for our breathing to return to normal. I then noticed just how sexy she looked laying there, her tits still heaving slightly. I was able for the first time to really pay notice to what a wonderful sight my cock was inside of her pussy was.



When this all started my confidence was like a pile of lose bricks scattered all around by doubt, as we increased our intimacy the bricks started to form a wall and now looking at her my confidence resembled a concrete wall, I had no doubts; I knew I could pleasure her as I had other women, when I was a much younger man.



I just knelt there between her legs, with the biggest shit eating grin on my face, savoring the moment.



“Oh Daddy, I should have asked you to go easy on me, instead of the other way around,” she giggled before adding “hell if I had known you would fuck me this good, I would have jumped your bones that first day, instead of wasting so much time trying to get you to jump me.” She giggled even harder now. My confidence now a concrete wall, hearing her words started to inflate my male ego.



Easy now, we just got past step one, I’m sure she has lots more in store for us, need to take some control and set a pace we can maintain, nice guy warned.



“Hummm wonder if you like the same things as Brad?” She asked as if I should know what her husband liked.



“I have no idea, maybe I do and maybe I don’t. Why don’t you tell me,” I answered rather curtly, rather annoyed that her husband’s name was mentioned.



“Well after he fucks me, Brad likes to just sit and wait for his cum to leak out of me, it turns him on the big pervert. Then he either feeds it to me or has me feed myself,” she laughed before she questioned “Would you like that Daddy … I know Brad is going to love seeing your cum leak out of me, we have to be sure to show him,” she stated as if this was no big deal.



What the fuck!! she said it again, did you hear her this time, she clearly implied Brad wants to watch you fuck her, he even said as much when he talked to you on the phone, do you think they are serious, dirty old man babbled before going into some excited nonsense about the ultimate number one fantasy.



A sense of excitement filled me at the thought of Brad watching me fucking Chrissie. But it only lasted briefly, before a sense of panic set in. I had heard stories of guys offering up their wives to another guy in a threesome, when what they really wanted was for the guy to have sex with them also and for sure I wasn’t going there no matter how good a fuck Chrissie was.



Thankfully nice guy spoke up with some sound advice, You’ve got to ask her point blank to explain, you got no time to play games, you got to ask her, if you don’t you are a fool. I acted on nice guy’s sound advice.



“What did you mean? When you said Brad will love to see my cum leak out of you,” my voice raising an octave and with a tone of annoyance.



Chrissie cringed “Oops did he forget to tell you,” she whimpered, her expression obvious that she was uneasy about answering my question.



“Oh Daddy I’m leaking, you want to feed me?” she asked her voice sweet and seductive, clearly hoping to distract me to avoid answering me.



I just gave her a stern look that hopefully expressed that I wanted her to answer my question. She reached her hand down to her pussy, picking up some cum on two fingers. She slowly lifted her hand to her mouth, licked her fingers barely touching them with her tongue, before taking them in her mouth sucking them as she gave out a little moaning sound. It was oh so fucking hot. I was mesmerized as I watched her repeat the sequence of motions a second time and third time. “Oh yeah, Daddy we taste so yummy,” she declared as she smacked her lips.



“Soooooo Daddy did you like that?” She cooed before glancing between my legs to witness my cock saluting her fine performance.



“Oh yeah you liked it,” she giggled as she took hold of my cock with both hands, stroking it at a nice even pace.



I was not surprised my cock was in the condition it was in, as I quickly realized her little show for me, should have made my wish list. Nice guy pressed, Keep her on the hook, and get answers.



I hit her with a barrage of questions. “So Brad likes to watch other men fuck you? … How many guys has he watched fuck you? … Do you like him to watch, do you get off on it? … So what exactly happens when he watches? … Does he like to join in? … If he tries to touch me you will end up with a eunuch for a husband, I don’t swing that way,” my voice clearly agitated. I knew my outburst could possibly put a quick end to my getting to fuck Chrissie ever again, but silently prayed it wouldn’t.

I like to write short quick story to the point. Hard or wet factor is the only thing I am aiming for. This is not a PhD dissertation.







I have fucked many guys on first date. I know that is the standard for having no morals or self esteem or a classic definition of a slut. But I am completely secure in my sexual desire and for me fucking a guy is a conquest for me. I have no shame fucking a guy on first date if he is hot and has potential. I was told otherwise by my friends but I realized there is a whole exciting sexual tension on first date. The guy normally thinks he is not gonna be lucky but when I turn the table and show him my hand, they become puppies in my hand :)



This story is one of the many times. Not the first time I fucked a guy on first date, but many first date fucks later.



I met this guy (Carl) at a coffee store and he asked me out. He was the sweetest guy. One of those really nice guy who has done nothing wrong in his life or ever has been crazy naughty. I said yes and gave him my number. He called to book a date. Thursday night I was free and agreed to meet him for drinks and dinner. I knew I will fuck him. So I dressed in my tiny red dress that was figure hugging. It was short enough and barely covered my ass cheeks. No bra obviously. A smoking hot lace thong. Fuck me heels.



I made it a point to reach early and sat on a high stool at the bar. Imagine a short petite girl like me on a high stool in a short dress. Guys could see all my legs all the way to the top and the dress barely covered enough of the front. I knew leaving my legs open even a little bit will clearly show my thong to everyone. I had enough guys stopping over and trying to buy me a drink. I told them I was waiting for a date. This one guy (Johnny) was more bold and said he did not mind hanging around till my date showed and maybe by then I may change my plan. His cockiness was addictive. I let him sit next to me, buy me a drink and flirt with me. He had no shame and had his hands on my back and down to my ass as he stood next to me and chatted. He did everything to get a damp spot on my panties.



But I knew I wanted to fuck Carl. After all good guys should not finish last all the time. I let Johnny have some fun and touch me. At one stage I even dropped my lipstick and let him go down to pick it and left my legs open enough for him to see up my dress. Johnny was no fool and as he came up said out loud how much he would love to bury his face between my legs. I gave him my number and asked him to call me the next day.



Carl arrived and Johnny left. Carl was a little surprised when he walked in as he saw Johnny’s hand all over my back. But being a nice guy he said nothing. We made our way to the table. Once settled, drinks ordered we got on with the get to know each other chit chat. I was playing with my hair, licking my lips and looking at Carl seductively as I spoke. I knew I was bothering him the good way. Drinks arrived. We toasted. I flirted more. I asked to take a sip of his drink. Left a big lipstick mark on his glass and when he tried sipping his drink from the cleaner side, I kidded with him and said he may as well drink where my lips were as that was the closest I let any guy come to my lips on first date.



Carl was enjoying the evening. Food was ordered. I wanted to turn the heat more so I reached under the table and ran my legs up Carl’s inner thigh. He almost spilled his drink. I gave him a naughty smile and told him I wanted to check if I was turning him on for the evening and if he likes a girl like me. With that I made my legs reach his cock and felt the semi hard cock. I started to rub his cock with my feet and felt it grow. Carl was not speaking and was all red. It was funny watching him that way. I asked if he was having fun. He nodded.



I pulled my leg down, wore my heels and stood up and walked over to Carl. I whispered in his ear that touching his cock has made me horny so I am going to the restroom to take care of myself as I have no intention of letting him in my panty tonight. Carl had no idea how to react to it. I left and waited in the ladies room. I had a damp spot but I had no intention of playing with myself. I wanted my pussy to be taken care by Carl later.



10 minutes later I showed up, bent over Carl letting my tits touch his shoulder and told him I had one of the best orgazm ever. Carl smiled and uttered something. Once in my seat, I made it obvious for Carl that I was reaching under the table and pulling my panty down. He said nothing neither did he want to ask what i was doing. I pulled my thong off me and had it ready. As soon as the food arrived and the waiter started to set the food, I threw my thong on the table in front of Carl and said out loud, ‘You can eat your food now and eat what this panty covered later.’



The waiter gave that knowing smile to Carl which clearly said, lucky boy. Carl grabbed the thong and stuffed it into his pocket. He was embarrassed. Once the waiter left, I asked him if he was too embarrassed and this was too much for him? He nodded no. He said he liked it as he has never dated a girl as wild as me. He told me how his friends always got the wild girl and he got the girl who wanted to save themselves for marriage type. I smiled and told him that this is his lucky day. Carl knew he was getting laid and getting laid good.



During dinner, I asked him to remove his shoe and sock and feel my pussy with his toes. He did and he could clearly feel the wetness of my pussy on his toes. I asked if he had ever done that? Answer was no. He tried pushing his big toe in my pussy and I adjusted enough to let it enter my wet pussy a little. He tried toe fucking me but could not. Dinner was quick and we were out. I asked him to drive me to his place. He walked next to me and I grabbed his hand and put it on my ass and told him to fucking be a man. Carl was never that guy but he walked feeling my ass. Wish he would have pushed the small dress up and cupped my naked butt as we walked but he did not. A group of guys walking against us saw Carl’s hand on my ass and gave that smile that you guys give to each other.



Once in the car, I kissed him. Deep kissed him. My hands exploring his hard cock under his slacks. His hands on my side that I had to grab and put on my tits as we kissed. He massaged my tits and was getting into the groove. I asked him to drive and I pulled is cock out of his slacks and boxer. A good thick cock. Mmmm. I took his cock in my mouth and gave him a nice deep throat cock sucking as he drove. Carl was moaning softly. I asked him to let go and talk dirty and moan loud. He just could not get into calling me names. And I found that very endearing.



Once at his car spot, he was ready to get out but I stayed down on his cock and kept sucking and stroking. He requested me to stop as he did not want to cum. But when have I paid attention to what others want? :) I stayed down on him till he could not hold it. He tried warning me that he was about to cum and wanted me to get away. I stayed down and sucked every drop out of his cock and swallowed it. I then learnt this is teh first time ever in his life Carl has blown his load in a girls mouth. All his previous sexual encounters, none of the girls would let him cum in their mouth. I felt so good breaking his cumming in mouth virginity.



Once in his house, he poured some drinks for us and we settled on the couch. I let my short dress ride high so he could see my panty. He was still trying to behave and make small talks after just blowing his load in my mouth. He was so cute. So I ran my hands on his legs all the way to his crotch and would often bring that hand to my panty and touch myself as he talked to me. It flustered him so much and I could not help but smile. I turned on teh heat more as we drank and spoke by touching my nipples through my red dress to show him how perky and erect they stood under my dress. My fingers were also touching my pussy through my sexy thong.



Finally I had enough. I jumped and sat on him with my pussy resting on his crotch. I deep kissed him and started to grind and rub my pussy on his cock that was starting to get hard. Carl was into it and had his hands on my bare ass as the dress slid up. He moved me more to grind me down on him. Our kisses were passionate. After a minute or so of rubbing and kissing, I pulled away and whispered in his ear, fuck me Carl. He was as hard as he could get. He dropped me on the couch like a rag doll, stood up and stripped to naked. He squatted in front of me, pulled my legs over his shoulders, pushed my thong to the side and buried his face in my pussy.



Carl for all his good behavior was a great pussy eater. His hands on my ass lifting me up from the sofa, my legs on his shoulders as I moaned and closed my eyes and played with my nipples while being eaten. And he did all teh right things to make me cum hard. Once done, he got up to show my juices on his lips and face.



I needed a fuck bad and he wanted to go to his bedroom to fuck. I noticed he had a balcony and I grabbed him by his hands and took him out to the balcony. In the dark of the night, I leaned over the railings, pulled my thong down to my knees, pushed my ass towards Carl and asked him to fuck me. Here we stood in his balcony with his cock buried deep in me. Carl was a great fuck machine. He had the rhythm and the timing and the speed down perfect. My dress was pulled down to expose my tits and his hands were on them as he pulled me into his cock. Carl fucked me good and thanks to the fuck me heels, he did not have to bend much to stay in me.



We fucked for 5-10 minutes and Carl wanted to cum. I asked him to hold it. He pulled out. I turned around to see naked Carl with a hard cock all wet with my juices staring at me. I bent over to suck his cock. My ass was pointed to the street, naked, my thong still around my knee. I sucked him to clean him up.



Once clean, I asked him to sit on the chair in the balcony. I pulled the thong off and threw it at him. He sniffed it and let it sit on his face. Him settled, his cock hard and pointing up, I turned with my back towards him and sat on his cock. My hands on my knees I started to ride his cock. Carl must be enjoying watching my back and ass ride on his cock. I let him fuck me this way for a minute and then once I realized his cock is all wet with my juices, I pulled out and let him enter my ass. Carl was begging to fuck my ass and slowly he pushed all of it in my ass.



Once in me, I leaned back towards him, my back resting on his chest, one hand on my tit and the other on my clit, Carl fucked me and touched me at the same time. His constant rubbing my clit and getting my ass fucked did what I needed again. I came one more time. Carl wanted to cum in my ass too and I told him to go for it. He grabbed me by my tiny waist and started to fuck me harder. Harder and harder till his cock exploded and filled my ass. Mmmmm.



Exhausted we sat for a few minutes. No idea if any passer by saw us fucking in the middle of the night.



We went in to have some more drink. It was probably 2 in the morning now. We both had recovered and needed some more sex. We went to his bedroom and settled in. My dress was on his floor by now. He wanted me to leave my heels on. Here we were lying naked and kissing and fondling and it was getting Carl hard again. He then got up, spread my legs wide and started to taste my pussy again. It felt good and my legs ended up curling as he got me closer and closer to cumming. My moans were loud. My hands were in his hair as he ate me. And his wonderful tongue did the job one more time and made me cum hard.



It was time to return the favor. I pushed him on the bed, took his cock and started to suck it till he was hard. Real hard. I asked him to fuck me and he wanted doggy style. So i went down on all four on his bed and he came behind and pushed his hard cock in my tight pussy. He grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled on them as he fucked me. He was a good fucker. He did me hard and deep and long and exploded his cum in my pussy. We both were exhausted from all the fucking and after a little rest, I left. I saw Carl with the biggest smile as I gave him a kiss on my way out.

Day 8 out of 8



Friday:



The sweet scent of the first summer night blew in through our bedroom window. The cool, gentle, breeze lightly swung the white curtains that were securely draped over the pane. Outside, only a bright golden square of light on the second floor boded someone was home. After a long week, the highly awaited start to the weekend was here. It had been an easy-going Friday for both of us and so there was time and energy to spare. The two propitious, essential, things needed to have a fun night.



Maria stood a few feet from the foot of the bed. Her long brown hair was tied in a ponytail and her fingernails were painted white. She posed in a pair of four inch platform heels. They were transparent see-through stripper shoes with thick soles in front, thin stiletto heels and a single vinyl band across the front. A very tight white cotton shirt with shoulder straps pressed against her perky breasts and slim figure. The shirt came down to her waist and scarcely covered her bare pussy. Aside from those two pieces of articles, there was nothing else she was wearing.



I sat on the bed, already naked and my cock fully erect.



“So, are we gonna get started or what?” She asked shiftily.



“Of course, but first, let me see that pussy of yours.”



“Allright, but just for a sec.”



In a coy manner, her hands gripped the hem of the long tight shirt and raised it to reveal her gorgeous bare slit. A second later, she innocently covered up her pussy, as if it was the first abashing moment she had allowed a male to see her womanhood.



“Wow, me like.” I replied making my way toward her.



I rose from the bed and gave her a passionate kiss. We enjoyed our little kiss and I had the adjoined pleasure of having her hand stroke my throbbing cock.



“So how about that wonderful ass of yours? Will I be fucking it tonight?”



Shoving my cock into my girls, cute, plump, butt had always been a fantasy of mine. I supposed it was a common male fantasy, but the idea of anal sex wasn’t just hot but interesting. This was further fueled by the fact that Maria had such a beautiful ass. It was as if it was begging to get fucked. “Sorry mister, not tonight.” The peach casually answered.



“Oh baby, come on. I really wanna try it, aren’t you curious how it feels?”



“As hot as it sounds to have a cock fuck my butthole, I think I’ll pass. I’m just not ready for that.”



“When will you be ready?”



“Oh, I’ll tell you when, but if you keep on pushing, you just might never find out.”



“No worry, I have the rest of you to play with in the meantime.” I wittily replied.



My hand worked its way under her shirt and my fingers began to stroke her pussy.



It was apparent my request to fuck her ass had been denied, like many times before, but the rebuff was actually quite paltry. Most of my solicitations for anal sex turned out to be ineffectual. However this time it wasn’t a complete refusal, simply a rain check. At the very least I knew someday I’d be able to pound that gorgeous ass of hers.



“Let’s move this somewhere more comfortable.” I proposed, as my fingers petted away at her slit.



“Of course.” She smiled.



We both made our way to the bed and got into position. Maria laid back on the bed and I stayed at the foot of the bed.



“Spread those legs baby.”



Obediently, her legs spread open and I could see her delicious dripping pussy. I couldn’t wait to start eating, I was quite hungry for a helping of pussy. I lowered my head in-between her sexy smooth legs and leveled my mouth to her slit. Its redolence was a delightful musk and I could already savor its unique taste. I stuck out my tongue and gave the right lip of her puss a good couple of long laps. I did the same to her left pussy lip, leaving her labia engorged and glistening in spit.



“Hmmmm. I think your pussy might be more delicious than your cooking.”



“Oh shut up.” She laughed.



“Now eat that pussy.”



Reverting back to the slit in front of me, I could see a drop of Maria’s sweet nectar flowing right down the middle of her puss. Unitizing the tip of my tongue, I lapped up the secretion and savored her delicious taste. I decided to keep on using the tip of my tongue and stuck its tip in between her pussy lips. I proceed by licking her slit in long, slow, and shallow laps. Gradually overtime, I increased the speed of my licks and furrowed in deeper and deeper in between her pussy lips. The stronger taste of her pussy became present once I was prodding the very entrance of her vagina.



“Oh baby! That’s feels so good!” She moaned.



I responded by continuing to zealously lick her slit. My two hands found their way to her pussy lips and gently parted them apart. Teasingly, I switched from licking her love hole to tonguing the many folds of her spread slit. My tongue dug into her fissures, moving along her pussy trenches to complete the licks. I worked my way from her labia’s outer folds to the inner ones. I did each side of her pussy till I was back at her cunt opening.



There, I began licking her pussy again. I guided my tongue up and down, lapping up her flowing juices and relishing the gustation her slit provided. The sound of Maria’s heavy breathing and moaning reached my ears. I took a glance up at her while still eagerly licking at her puss. She had her eyes closed, her face etched in pleasure and her ruby lips slightly parted to let out moans. The low neckline of the top she wore was pulled down and pressing up against the underside of her exposed breasts.



Both of her hands were cupped around her young, firm, boobs, massaging away at her supple tits. I focused back on her puss and with a whet appetite, feasted on her delicious cunt. After about five minutes of thoroughly licking her slit my tongue began to dart in and out of her pussy. Initially, I only inserted the tip of my tongue and then slowly introduced more of it into her pussy. Little by little, my tongue furrowed in deeper and deeper into her vagina. Eventually I was inserting the entire length of my tongue, writhing it inside her pussy, tasting her juices and rubbing against her sensitive walls.



“Oh! Oh baby! Yes! That’s it! Eat that pussy!” She moaned



Her plea was easy to meet, especially with my two hands still parting her pussy lips apart. My tongue darted in and out of her at a lightening quick pace. I kept my mouth glued to her cunt, so that my own lips were pressed right up against her slit. I ate a bountiful fill of pussy and finished up my meal with a tender kiss right on the brunette’s puss. My hands let go of her pussy lips and my mouth was repositioned next to her clit. A swollen, pea-sized, button capable of delivering intense pleasure.



I teased her a bit at first by running my tongue around the edges of her clit. Calmly at the start, and then a little faster. My slippery wet tongue circled her sex organ, from time to time poking at its top and bottom. Maria was gasping, moaning, still massaging her lovely breasts. To complete my tease, I set about to get serious and began lapping at her clit’s left side. It was her favorite side, the spot where clitoral stimulation drove her crazy.



“Oh yeah! Right there! Right there!” The peach exclaimed.



My tongue licked up and down, never losing rhythm or speed. I gave the muscular tissue a good workout, like it always got when licking my girls pussy. The clit licking was sending her into a state of complete ecstacy. She was moaning much louder, panting harder and her body was squirming. The pussy I had eaten and cleaned of its sweet nectar was now dripping wet again. The intense stimulation inhabiting her body simply grew as I licked faster and faster.



To add to the heavy petting, I inserted my index finger into her moist pussy. I shoved it in and out of her flowing cunt, eagerly slithering past her tight pussy walls. In the end I settled on keeping my finger in her love canal. There, I rubbed against her soft velvety walls, all the while still licking at her clit. Eventually my middle finger was also inserted into her pussy. The two penetrating fingers massaged away on the inside of her puss, twisting and exploring.



I felt my way through her steamy pussy and located her precious G-spot. My fingers gently rubbed the spongy bundle in circular motion, slightly applying an increasing amount of pressuring overtime. As if the two fingers shoved in her pussy and stimulating her G-spot weren’t enough, there was the tongue licking at her clit. She was completely engulfed in ecstacy at this point. Moaning loudly, hands wildly massaging her tits and her body writhing as she fought to maintain her pussy in place to keep the intense stimulation that was causing her to move so uncontrollably in the first place.



“Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Yes! That’s it! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”



I didn’t.



I licked her clit faster, kneaded her G-spot harder. The coupled, simultaneous, actions quickly brought her over the edge. I watched as she came long and hard. She closed her eyes and reeled her head from side to side. Her hands cupped her beasts firmly and her upper torso writhed in pleasure. I felt her vagina walls contract around my fingers,and warm juices flow outward through her orgasm



Only when she stopped cumming did I let up licking her clit and retracted the fingers shoved in her pussy. I gave her glistening cunt a quick clean by lapping up all of her dripping cum. She stared down at me heaving and I glanced back at her. I outstretched my arm toward her and presented the wet fingers that had been in her slit.



“Want a taste? I asked.



She shortly replied by taking my fingers into her mouth, thoroughly cleaning them off and savoring the taste of her own pussy juices. I kneeled up on the bed and gently closed her sexy legs.



“Get on all fours.” I spoke.



She got up, turned about and got on her hands and knees, her juicy bottom pointing toward me.



“Ass up.” I patted her cute butt.



Her elbows buckled and she rested her upper body on the bed, keeping her legs bent and allowing her ass to project up toward the ceiling. I carefully stood on the bed, glaring at the gorgeous ass below my cock. Its buttocks were full and meaty with silky ,smooth, white skin. Between the two ass cheeks, a small orifice, hazel in color, was interposed. It was her tight little butthole. Further down below, her beautiful hot pussy was awaiting my cock.



I took a hold of my dick, slightly bent my knees and guided my member down into her pussy. I easily slid in thanks to her velvety walls, which were still wet from her orgasm. My cock expanded her tight vaginal walls as it plunged deep into her fiery, moist, pussy. I stopped once the entire length of my cock was buried inside her cunt. For a moment or so I adjusted to her wonderfully tight love canal and the hold it had on my dick. Extending my legs, I pulled out about two thirds of the way and began fucking her.



“Oh! Oh!” She softly cooed.



My hand gripped the cheeks of her beautiful ass for support, while my cock dove in and out of her pussy. My knees bent with every plunge and extended upon withdrawing. My hips moderately lunged to make sure I crammed every inch of my dick deep into her cunt. The mattress soon began to rock back and forth. Its slight creaking got louder the faster and harder I fucked her.



Her well-endowed hindquarters made a great cushion.



Meanwhile Maria rested her head on a pillow, half her face looking over her shoulder and her eyes fixated on the cock spearing into her pussy. I plunged in and out enthusiastically, always longing for the hot moist sensation of her puss. I came down hard on a stride, pushing her knees deep into the mattress from the impact. Instead of pulling up right away, my cock remained shoved in the profound depths of her pussy. Slowly, I retracted out to see my dick glisten in her vaginal juices. Naturally, I followed up by plunging in my cock hard again, resting deep in her pussy, pulling out and repeating the procedure.



‘Oh baby, what a wonderful pussy you have.” I moaned.



“And what a wonderful cock you have.” She replied half smiling, half gasping, dick fully immersed in her dripping cunt.



It was a nice and slow pounding I gave her, yet hard too. If that makes any sense. She had just had an orgasm awhile ago, so I fucked her in that position for some time, hoping to raise her arousal level for another orgasm. My own cock was heading in a different direction. Its yearning to fuck her pussy hard and fast grew with every minute. I held out as long as I could.



“Get on all fours baby.” I spoke



I pulled out my cock and waited for Maria to get on her hands and knees again. Once she had, I drove my cock back into her pussy, initiating what was to be a long and intense sex session.



“Oh god! Oh yes! Fuck me!” Maria screamed.



My hips rocked back and forth, swiftly driving my dick into her hot, wet, pussy. Her wonderful ass jiggled with every forward thrust. Her cute, dangling, tits swayed with the force of the impact. I loved the sound of all the smacks resulting from vigorously pounding my cock into her. Maria kept her head forward, but periodically couldn’t help but look over her shoulder to catch sight of me fucking her. My own eyes were glued to her beautiful, bouncy, rear and my cock drilling into her pussy.



I grabbed a hold of her waist with my two hands for further support and to maintain her pussy as close as possible. I didn’t want my dick to accidentally slip out and ruin the rhythm of our intense intercourse. It was a very hot and passionate fuck session. Maria had stretched out an arm down to her swollen clit and was busy rapidly flicking the sex organ. She was getting off on her own manual stimulation and the cock furiously hammering into her dipping pussy. Her hot, moist, love canal was sending waves of pleasure through my cock and to the rest of my body.



I fucked her harder and faster with every minute that passed by. Maria’s erotic ululation’s swelled in response. Her tight pussy was exquisite. It was driving me mad.



“That’s it baby! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!” She hollered at the top of her lungs.



“That’s it! Take my cock! Take my cock!”



“Yes! Yes! Yes!”



“Oh, baby!”



“Faster! Faster! Faster!”



We were at the peak of our sex session when it finally became all too much for both of us. Her pussy walls contracted and gushed out a gentle flow of cum. I fucked her through her orgasm, halting my thrusting hips when I was on the verge of my own climax. I pulled my cock out from her pussy and pointed the throbbing meatstick at her little butthole. Not a second later and I was already depositing globs of cum on her anus. I massaged my dick as it continued to stream out sperm onto her sphincter.



My ejaculation ended and I spread her butt cheeks apart, watching the hot sticky globs of cum ran down across her ass. Some of the viscous liquid entered her asshole, while the remainder dripped down to her pussy.



“Hmmmm…..that feels nice.” She commented smiling.



“Looks pretty hot too.” I remarked



“Too bad I can’t eat it.”



“You wanted it in the mouth?”



“No, my ass was a good place too. After all, it’s not the first time you’ve done that….hand me some Kleenex would you.” She requested.



I got off the bed and headed toward the nightstand where a box of Kleenex tissues were situated. I handed Maria several tissue’s to wipe the cum off her butthole and gave thought to just how much of a whore she was. Of course only with me and in the safe confines of our house – for the most part. But she was a whore nonetheless. She was also the woman I loved, the one I’d do anything for. There was no doubt about that in my mind.



She was going to make great wife and a great bride too. The color white suited her well. I had already bought the lavish diamond ring, now all I had to do was pop the big question. Certainly not tonight, we’d be taking hot, sexy, shower and then heading off to bed. Tomorrow on the other hand…

David and Julie walked the streets of their town late at night, returning home from a night out with friends. Their hands were stuffed inside the pockets of their coats and steam escaped their mouths and noses as they moved through the cold. Rows of townhouses passed by them on the sidewalk, a few lights lit inside each one. There was one home they always loved to pass with a dimly lit underground kitchen that could be seen through its street-level windows. They wondered aloud what had been cooked for dinner that night.



“It’s cold,” she said.



“We’re almost home,” he said.



“I think we should cuddle when we get in bed.”



“We always cuddle.”



“You know what I mean.”



He held her hand.



They arrived at their doorstep and she watched David fumble a little with the keys. He was a good foot taller than her with a larger build. His hair was long and dark with a curl he always flattened out by pulling back into a ponytail. She wished he would stop that and let the curl do its thing naturally. Maybe a haircut was in order.



His eyes caught her analyzing him and he threw her a stare that made her smile. She liked the way his brow formed over his eyes. They walked inside their home and removed their coats. David took hers and hung it on the coat rack by the door. She kissed him once for that.



“Do you want something hot to eat?” Julie said.



David winked at her and gave her a grin. Julie gave him a friendly slap on the arm and said, “You know well and fine what I mean. I was going to make some popcorn.”



“Sure,” David said. “Do you want to watch a movie?”



David looked through the door of the living room over at the 42″ Samsung HD LCD TV that took pride of place in front of the sofa. He felt his heart skip a beat as he gazed upon its well-shined plastic casing.



“Hey,” Julie said, hitting him a little harder this time. David’s head spun to her with a wide grin as she said, “You know sometimes I think you love that TV more than me.”



“Oh don’t be silly,” David said as he picked Julie up in his arms making her squeal. “You know I love you both equally,” he said sticking his tongue out at her.



“You bastard!” She yelled and started to kick at him with her legs as he held her up in his arms. Unfortunately, her knees were at perfect height and caught him good between the legs. David’s face screwed up into a twisted mask of pain as he gently put Julie down, then he collapsed backwards onto the floor holding on to his manhood.



“I’m really sorry,” Julie laughed.



“Oh you will be,” he said.



“I really didn’t mean it.”



“I was only kidding about loving you both equally you know,” David said rolling backwards and forwards on the floor.



“Can you make it to the couch? If you can get to the couch, go and lay down there, and I’ll make everything better after I get changed upstairs. Can you get to the couch?”



“Yes, I think so.”



“Ok,” Julie said, stepping over him. “I won’t be long.” And then she headed off upstairs.Once in their bedroom, Julie stripped down to nothing and threw her clothes in the wash basket. It felt good to take everything off and get comfortable. She walked across the hall into the bathroom and called down to David.



“Would you mind getting the popcorn ready?”



“You told me to stay on the couch.”



“But by the time I’ve showered, it’ll be ready. And then we can see about your little injury.”



She turned the water on and let it warm up for a few seconds. Stepping into the tub, she pulled the lever and closed her eyes. The water came down on her and she turned around to cover her whole body in the warmth.



“This is heaven,” she thought.



She couldn’t smell any popcorn popping, so she figured he was either being lazy, or was nursing a bigger injury than she thought. Just as she picked up the soap, the curtain flew back to reveal David smiling in the nude and holding his cock.



“What are you doing in here?” she said.



“Making popcorn.”



She blinked at him, whilst trying to cover her exposed body.



“This isn’t popcorn,” she said.



“Not yet,” he said, methodically moving his thumb over his growing erection.



“Does it still hurt?” she said.



“A little.”



“Want me to kiss and make it better?” she said, putting the soap down and moving closer to him.



She put her soapy hand over his and moved it aside so that she could get a good grip on his cock. Her hand was slick from the suds and this made it easier for her to slide her hand up and down his shaft. He let out a sigh and stood there, watching what was happening to him. The water was still coming down on her from one side but she didn’t let it deter her from her task. Julie brought her other hand to his hot, fleshy balls and began to slowly play with them while she continued to rub his cock back and forth with her fingers.



“Starting to feel better?” she asked.



“Mhm.”



As she rubbed, some soap managed to drip down the inside of his leg and fall to the floor. Not wanting to make a mess, she pulled his arm and coaxed him into the shower with her. He stood in front of her, facing the showerhead. She let the water wash away the soap that was dripping down his body, and ran her hands over his legs and his groin to clean him up nicely.



David bent his head down and kissed her lips softly, then let his tongue slide into her mouth and dance around hers. His hands were on her shoulders and started to slowly move down her wet body, round and down the small off her back, and onto her ass. He let the tips of his fingers find the inward curve of her cheeks and slowly slide them between her ass, moving down over her hole and round towards the back of her pussy. He moved the tip of his forefinger gently over her pussy, feeling her wetness, then brought his hand up and ran his finger over her lips and kissed her again, tasting her sweet juice on her. Julie continued to move her hand up and down, ever so slowly, teasing him harder and harder.



“Put your finger inside yourself,” he whispered.



Julie kept one hand on his shaft and moved her other down, letting the tip of her finger slicken on the outside of her pussy before moving her finger inside herself. As she did, she felt his cock twitch a little as he became even more aroused by what she was doing. They were kissing again as she used both hands, one on him, one on herself, pulling his cock forward to her and rubbing the tip of it against her clit as she fingered herself. He moved his hand back down her back again and worked his way between her cheeks with his fingers as she moved his cock against her. He found the hole and began to gently tease the outside with his finger, ever so slowly.



“You are such a dirty boy, aren’t you,” she said with a grin as she slipped her finger out of her pussy and brought her hand up to his mouth, giving him her taste to suck on. “Lets get dried and into the bedroom and we shall see what I can do to keep up with that filthy mind of yours.”



Julie turned off the water and pulled the curtain back. Two clean towels hung on a rack by the shower. They both climbed out of the bath and reached for them to dry their bodies. David unfolded one and wrapped it around Julie like a cloak, rubbing her arms and shoulders attentively. She took hold of her towel and bent down to dry her hair with it as David admired her ass and began drying himself.



He was still aroused, as Julie could see. She softly towel dried his erection and reached up to kiss him. Julie loved the way his mouth felt against hers. It triggered a warmth between her legs that made her want to kiss him longer and harder. But she backed down and let him towel dry his hair.



“All this drying is making me wet,” she said.



“Oh?” he said. “We can work with that.”



He put his hands to her waist and brought her to him. With his lips placed on hers, he ran his tongue lightly against them, dipping his fingertip into her pussy.



She made a small noise indicating pleasure as he moved his finger in little circles and withdrew. She broke the kiss, took hold of his finger and slowly brought it into her mouth. Her tongue circled his finger and lapped up her taste. Then she slid it back out. They moved into the bedroom, leaving their towels on the bathroom floor.



“Come here,” he cooed.



She came to him and he picked her up and cradled her in his arms. Their mouths met once more and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She loved to massage the back of his neck and play with his hair as they kissed. His mouth was warm and his tongue was soft, and their tongues played lightly against each other.



David moved to the bed and broke their kiss for a moment to place Julie on top of their cozy duvet. She pulled the covers back and leaned against the pillows as he climbed in bed and under the duvet after her.



“Love you,” she said.



“Love you, too,” he said.



They kissed once to confirm their spoken affections. Then Julie smiled a devious smile and moved away to the end of the bed with her arms outreached.



“Come here,” she cooed.



He moved the duvet aside and looked at her, quizzically. Not objecting to her wishes, he came to her and sat on the edge of the bed with her. She kissed his mouth and then his neck, his collarbone and then his chest. David sighed and closed his eyes for a moment as he soaked up the warmth of her mouth on his body. His eyes suddenly became wide as he felt her hand on his cock. She had moved to the floor and was kneeling in front of him. Her nails lightly ran the length of his thigh as she returned him to his hardened state. He watched her from above and waited to feel what he knew was coming next.



Her wet tongue stroked the tip of his cock, making it twitch. She circled around the head and brought her lips down around it. Her mouth slid down upon his cock as she covered the base of his shaft with her hand. She moved the skin forward and backward inside her grip, lapping up his taste with her tongue. His cock felt warm inside her mouth. She enjoyed the way the skin around the tip of his shaft could be played with and sucked on so easily. The smoothness of his head and the tiny hole at its center remained her favorite part of him to tease frantically with her tongue. He was soft yet very firm, and laid against her tongue like a lollypop she didn’t want to stop sucking on.



The more she worked his cock, the wetter and hungrier her pussy became. David placed his hand on the back of her head, guiding her mouth closer to the base of his cock. He caressed her back with his other hand as she went down on him. She took her hand from his shaft and rested her arms against the mattress for better support. He pushed her head slowly further down on his shaft and she opened her jaw wider to make sure she didn’t gag. As she realized how far down on him he had pushed her, she made sure to close her lips tight around him and move her head back up. This made him groan a little. Her hands moved to grip his ass as she continued to work on his cock. She liked to hear his moans and grunts as her head slid up and down his erection. So she moved her head down and closed her lips around his base before moving back up again.



“Unh,” he breathed.



She continued in this pattern for about half a minute until David pulled her legs around towards him and over his chest to where he could get a good look at her wet pussy. She still had him in her mouth as he slowly moved his finger up and over her slit, working her wetness onto his finger so he could gently slide it inside of her. He let his tongue come out and move up to feather across her most sensitive spot, coating it with his saliva, swirling his tongue around and around whilst slowly increasing the pressure. He heard her moan and the vibrations from her throat traveled through his cock making him twitch in her mouth. David pulled his finger our, savouring the sight, and then began slowly licking up and down, getting her sweet taste all over his tongue and lips, god how he loved that taste.



She began working her hips so her pussy moved up and down on her tongue as he let it slide inside her. His hands came up and grabbed both cheeks of her ass as she pushed up and down against them. She continued to bob her head up and down in a steady wet rhythm on his cock. Her right hand moved up to take him by the base and she began working him faster and faster, she could feel him throbbing in her mouth but she didn’t want him to come just yet, she knew his body and knew how to work him up to his peak before slowing it down to prolong the enjoyment of the act.



David worked his tongue in and out, relishing the taste of her, feeling her getting wetter in his mouth. He lifted up his right hand and then slapped it down on her ass with a satisfying smacking sound that pushed her down hard onto his face, again he heard her moan with her lips tight around his cock so that the sound traveled in a wave through him.



She slowed her rhythm, relaxing her grip with her hand, and began to move her head down less and less until all she was working on was the head with her tongue. Then with one final lick Julie began to move forward on all fours, moving off him and further down the bed but so that he still had the same view from behind. She let her ass wiggle a little and then felt him shift up from the bed onto his knees. She held her breath as the head of his cock moved across her, his hands on her ass, pulling her pussy just so slightly open, and then moving in ever so slow, inch by inch, until he was fully inside her.



Julie exhaled. David pressed himself against her ass and stayed like that for a few seconds. She relaxed her muscles and opened herself fully to him as her juices began to flow more readily. He withdrew slightly and then slid forward, withdrew again then pushed forward until his cock was coated in her juices.



He pumped her slowly and steadily like a well-oiled machine, swirling his hips when fully inside. Her breathing deepened, his heart rate quickened. Her ass was warm and soft. And her pussy held his cock tightly as he pulled himself from between her legs and then pushed himself back inside. She moaned as his strokes became faster and harder. The sounds of their skin slapping against each other drove her wild.



“Oh, fuck,” she whispered.



She put her fingers up to her clit and began to rub herself back and forth as David fucked her from behind. David became more aroused as he watched her play with herself. He gripped her ass cheeks, ramming his cock in and out of her with increasing speed.



“Rub my clit, baby,” she said, her breasts jiggling back and forth.



He exhaled. His hand moved around to the underside of her waist as he fucked her. He felt her smooth pussy lips with his fingers and then began to flick her clit back and forth. She moaned as his finger made contact with her skin.



They continued in this fashion, as Julie rested her head on her folded arms on the bed. David furiously pumped his cock in and out of her while stroking her clit faster and faster. They moaned and breathed heavily until their juices became mixed. Her muscles tightened around his and they both came in a sigh of relief.



“Fuck!” she panted.



He held steady inside of her and slowly withdrew. She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, her breasts heaving. David kissed her nipples and then her mouth. He then got up and moved to the bathroom.



“Aren’t you a sight,” he said from across the hall, wiping his cock with one of the towels they’d left on the floor.



She turned her head and watched him clean her juices off of his body.



“Throw me a towel, babe,” she said.



He did so, and she put the terrycloth between her legs and wiped her pussy. His juices oozed out from inside of her as she stood up to join him in the bathroom. She kept the towel between her legs to catch his remains.



“Let’s have a bath, huh?” She stood on her toes to kiss his mouth, and then turned on the faucet.



“Isn’t it time for bed?” he said, reaching for his toothbrush.



She watched him brush his teeth in the mirror and then ran a finger down between his ass cheeks. He flinched and looked up at her in the mirror.



“I don’t want to go to bed just yet,” She said, dropping her towel. “I want this night to stick around a while longer.”



He spit in the sink and finished brushing. Her finger meandered nearer to his asshole. At that, he bent over the sink and spread his legs for her.



“Go on, then,” he said, smiling through the mirror. “Let it stick around.”



Julie smiled back at him, and let her finger prod at his entrance. It was tight at first, but she massaged it until she stuck her finger inside to the first knuckle. He let out a concentrated sigh into the sink. She then got down on her knees and withdrew her finger, slowly. She pulled his cheeks apart so that his pink hole puckered under her hot breath. Her tongue reached out and licked around his small ring. Then dabbed at his entrance and pushed inside until she could feel the inner walls of his anus.



“Ohh,” he groaned. “Didn’t think you were into that.”



She continued to rub the inside of his anus with the tip of her tongue. Then she withdrew and lapped up his puckering hole with lavish strokes.



She turned the faucet off, as the tub had filled with enough bubbles. Steam rose from the water, and she stepped inside. David looked over at her, still perched over the sink, a dreamy look on his face.



“Come on, then,” she said, rubbing her anus with soapy fingers. “I’m waiting.”



David looked at his lover and knew the night was hardly over. He smiled and stepped into the tub where his wife was waiting for him.

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