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5 Eylül 2013 Perşembe
Surprise Weekend Visitor
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21 Ağustos 2013 Çarşamba
Another Day Off Happily Ruined
I let myself get talked in to going to another house to look at another computer. She is attractive so again I am not totally disappointed. We talk and she shows me to her computer and I start working. After a few minutes I see a reflection in the screen and I'm not sure if I should believe my eyes. I don't dare turn around to verify it. I see a reflection of a woman in an open bathrobe walking towards me wearing nothing else but a bra. As she gets closer I notice the panties I thought she had on is actually her soft salt and pepper hair. Standing beside me she puts a hand on my shoulder "There is really nothing wrong with my computer. I heard something about you...something you like and I wanted to see if it was true".
Leaning over me she puts her hand between my legs and finds her answer. "So it is true". What I didn't tell her was that being eye level with her pussy I could smell her sweet moisture. Taking my hand she leads me to the living room and orders me to strip before sitting on the couch. Giving my arm a gentle tug she puts me on the floor in front of her and leans back as the robe falls off her legs. Her hair is glistening from the moisture of her anticipation. Putting a hand on the back of my head she pulls me in as her back hits the cushion. "Lick me" she commands. "I want to feel your tongue dance across my pussy lips". As my tongue moves from bottom to top and settles on her clit I hear her take a quick breath and then let it out slowly. Her hips move with my mouth as I nibble kiss her soft warm clit.
Making sure to massage her entire labia with my tongue I try not to miss a drop of her sweet nectar. She runs a hand around the back of my head as she gets closer to cumming. She takes a deep breath and lets out a short groan as her hips lock against my mouth. As she comes down I move with her tasting every bit of her. She lets out a pleasing moan as she smiles at me. Putting two fingers under my chin she pulls me up over her as she moves to lay on the couch. Reaching down with one hand she grabs my already throbbing cock, the other hand she moves to the small of my back/top of my butt. Feeling the wetness of her pussy against the tip of my eager cock I am on the edge of losing it. She leans up and whispers in my ear "Be gentle. Its been a while for me". I let her push me in and as she loosens her pressure I back off so she can relax. She tells me not to worry, she had herself fixed so she couldn't get pregnant. As she pushes me in each time she lets out a little groan. Finally after several minutes I am all the way in.
She looks at me and smiles. "Go slow until I am relaxed". I hear her breathe deeply as I move in and out slowly at first. Gently grabbing my chin between her finger and thumb and moving me to look in to my eyes she says "I think I am relaxed now. I want you to fuck me". As I move in and out of her I hear her say "Harder...Faster. I want you to pound me in to the sofa". Moving for a better position I slam in and out her as hard and fast as I can. I didn't realize it until her hips locked, her grip tightened, and she took a quick deep breath as she bit her bottom lip that she was cumming again. Running her finger teasingly down my chest she looks at me and asks "What would you say if I asked you to get behind me?". My answer was obvious. As she turned over and position herself on the couch I marveled at her nice soft round ass. Giving it a soft massaging rub I ask if she would like to move somewhere more comfortable, like the bedroom. "Every one does it in the bedroom. I want to do it like a teenager, I want it here. Now get behind me".
Her fingers feel so soft as she guides me in. I tell her that though this is my favorite position I wont last long because I am overly sensitive to this one. She says "Don't worry about it, just go. I want to feel you losing control inside me. Don't tell me when so it's sort of a surprise". I grab her hips and continue pounding in and out of her. She is so soft and warm as I move in and out. She rocks gently bringing me closer to orgasm. In an instant I pull her tightly to me as my muscles lock. She lets out a soft moan as I feel my cum fill her pussy. As I finish she looks back at me, "Don't pull out yet". We collapse on the sofa. I start kissing her shoulders and neck. Letting out another soft moan she grabs my hand. "Next time I promise I will give you a little oral, then I want you in my other hole". I just continue kissing her shoulders thinking I can't wait.
-Anonymous
Leaning over me she puts her hand between my legs and finds her answer. "So it is true". What I didn't tell her was that being eye level with her pussy I could smell her sweet moisture. Taking my hand she leads me to the living room and orders me to strip before sitting on the couch. Giving my arm a gentle tug she puts me on the floor in front of her and leans back as the robe falls off her legs. Her hair is glistening from the moisture of her anticipation. Putting a hand on the back of my head she pulls me in as her back hits the cushion. "Lick me" she commands. "I want to feel your tongue dance across my pussy lips". As my tongue moves from bottom to top and settles on her clit I hear her take a quick breath and then let it out slowly. Her hips move with my mouth as I nibble kiss her soft warm clit.
Making sure to massage her entire labia with my tongue I try not to miss a drop of her sweet nectar. She runs a hand around the back of my head as she gets closer to cumming. She takes a deep breath and lets out a short groan as her hips lock against my mouth. As she comes down I move with her tasting every bit of her. She lets out a pleasing moan as she smiles at me. Putting two fingers under my chin she pulls me up over her as she moves to lay on the couch. Reaching down with one hand she grabs my already throbbing cock, the other hand she moves to the small of my back/top of my butt. Feeling the wetness of her pussy against the tip of my eager cock I am on the edge of losing it. She leans up and whispers in my ear "Be gentle. Its been a while for me". I let her push me in and as she loosens her pressure I back off so she can relax. She tells me not to worry, she had herself fixed so she couldn't get pregnant. As she pushes me in each time she lets out a little groan. Finally after several minutes I am all the way in.
She looks at me and smiles. "Go slow until I am relaxed". I hear her breathe deeply as I move in and out slowly at first. Gently grabbing my chin between her finger and thumb and moving me to look in to my eyes she says "I think I am relaxed now. I want you to fuck me". As I move in and out of her I hear her say "Harder...Faster. I want you to pound me in to the sofa". Moving for a better position I slam in and out her as hard and fast as I can. I didn't realize it until her hips locked, her grip tightened, and she took a quick deep breath as she bit her bottom lip that she was cumming again. Running her finger teasingly down my chest she looks at me and asks "What would you say if I asked you to get behind me?". My answer was obvious. As she turned over and position herself on the couch I marveled at her nice soft round ass. Giving it a soft massaging rub I ask if she would like to move somewhere more comfortable, like the bedroom. "Every one does it in the bedroom. I want to do it like a teenager, I want it here. Now get behind me".
Her fingers feel so soft as she guides me in. I tell her that though this is my favorite position I wont last long because I am overly sensitive to this one. She says "Don't worry about it, just go. I want to feel you losing control inside me. Don't tell me when so it's sort of a surprise". I grab her hips and continue pounding in and out of her. She is so soft and warm as I move in and out. She rocks gently bringing me closer to orgasm. In an instant I pull her tightly to me as my muscles lock. She lets out a soft moan as I feel my cum fill her pussy. As I finish she looks back at me, "Don't pull out yet". We collapse on the sofa. I start kissing her shoulders and neck. Letting out another soft moan she grabs my hand. "Next time I promise I will give you a little oral, then I want you in my other hole". I just continue kissing her shoulders thinking I can't wait.
-Anonymous
12 Ağustos 2013 Pazartesi
Shut Up and Fuck Me
Did you ever meet anyone that turned you on so much at first glance that you just hated him for it? OK, that sounds twisted, I know. But damn it, I'm going through life, minding my own business (for a change) and up to me walks this guy, says a polite hello...and my clit whimpered and tried to climb out of my panties. And that is just as uncomfortable as it sounds.
I gave him an ugly look and snapped something rude. He smiled at me gently and said "bad day, huh?" That REALLY pissed me off. Where the hell did he get off assuming I'm some kind of nice person the rest of the time...and oh, shit, I carried on like this for a good twenty minutes. He got more and more amused, until I just wanted to belt him one. Finally, I stalked off in a huff, heels clattering out my hostility...which really echoed nicely off the concrete in the parking garage. I slammed my purse down on the hood of my car to hunt for my car keys. That echoed, too. The little squeaking sound I made when he grabbed my arm and spun me around echoed. The crack of my palm across his face seemed to echo forever. His mouth coming down on mine, his tongue thrusting, his fingers gripping my ass...well...that didn't make any sound at all.
I struggled for a good nanosecond before I sucked his tongue with everything I had and ground my hips against the rather sizeable bulge arguing with his jeans. I have never wanted a hot, nasty fuck so much in my life. He slid a thigh between my legs and raised it slightly, and I GROUND my cunt against it. My hands were everywhere on him...his face, his hair, his shoulders, his chest...his nipples were hard, my fingertips discovered, and he liked having them pinched lightly. That made me wonder if he liked having them sucked...and I still feel bad about that nice shirt. I MEANT to unbutton it, but my left hand didn't get the message. The yank-rip-suck combination nearly made him cum in his pants. I tongued and nibbled his nipples until he gasped at me in some kind of private language. I smiled and nodded.
Apparently what he had said was "may I yank your pantyhose down, toss you up on the hood of your car and eat you?" because that's exactly what he did. His mouth came down like it owned my pussy...licking, slurping, nibbling...biting the lips gently, possessively...flicking against my rigid clit. He gripped my ankles and shoved them up...and his mouth slid down to my ass. He bit me on both cheeks, licked and nibbled, then slid his tongue very lightly up the crack of my ass. Very lightly. So close...so very close. I moaned helplessly, unable to tell him what I wanted. Not that I had to. The minute I surrendered and made the "I want you" sound, his tongue thrust into my ass. He tongue fucked my hole until I was clawing at the hood of the car, trying desperately to hold on and not scream. His mouth moved up to my clit and he sucked it in as one index finger slid in and out of my juicy cunt. My back arched as the slick finger slid into my ass as he power-sucked my clit. I came...and why every windshield in there didn't shatter I do not know.
We both froze...me because my brain had exploded and him because he knew somebody had to have heard me scream. Nothing happened. No guards or cops showed up. His eyes gleamed at me and his hands moved. I heard the clink of his belt, the sharp sound of his zipper and the laughter in his voice as he said "come here, bitchy mouth." He slid me off the car, skirt going up to my waist, and my naked ass landed on the cold metal of the bumper. Once the shock of that wore off, I discovered it was a dandy little seat for comfortable cock sucking. It worked out well for him, too, because he could lean forward and brace his palms against the hood of the car while I sucked the absolute hell out of his swollen cock. I stared up at him, watching him watch his cock slide deeper and deeper into my mouth...his eyes getting wide with disbelief as he felt himself slide over my tongue and into my throat. I chuckled and the sound vibrated against him, causing his eyes to roll back into his head, his hips to thrust and his entire load to shoot down my throat.
He sat on the bumper next to me for a while, pants and underwear down around his ankles. I think he was trying to get his eyes to focus. I was trying, but not very hard, to get the shit-eating grin off my face. I had never seen a man so completely blind-sided by an orgasm. Finally, he blinked a couple of times and said "wow." I chuckled again, sort of a triumphant sounding chuckle. He looked at me and smiled slowly. "Now you're in trouble," he said softly.
He stripped me naked while holding my wrists pinned behind me, his mouth on mine. Didn't pop one button, either. The sheer wicked arousal of being naked in a public place was intoxicating. I ground my body against him, flaunting myself, feeling free and hornier than I've ever been. I wanted it NASTY and I wanted it NOW. He slid his hands all over me and put his mouth against my ear. "Ever had a complete stranger watch you fuck while jacking off before?" I tilted my head at him. "Huh?" I said. He grinned. "There's a guy in a van over there watching us. His beating off." I froze for a second, then thawed rapidly. I discovered at that second I'd had exhibitionist tendencies laying dormant. They surged to life and I grinned. "Then let's give him a good show."
He moved me to the corner of the hood, turned me around and bent me over. I braced myself and he rubbed his stiffening cock against my ass, then thrust it into my pussy. I wiggled back at him, loving the way my ass felt as it rubbed against his pubic hair, loving the way my tits jiggled with every movement...and loving knowing the guy in the car was stroking his cock while watching all of it. "Fuck me!" I moaned loudly. "Fuck my hot cunt! Pound your cock in me!" He gripped my hips tight and obliged, each stroke coming in hard enough to lift me to my toes. I humped back at him, feeling every inch of him stroke so deeply.
We screwed like crazy, with no attempt to be quiet. Our bodies slapped together, are breathing was harsh and ragged, and neither one of us could shut up. I kept howling "fuck me!" and he released a running stream of compliments about my hot, wet, tight cunt. My cunt got hotter and tighter when I came violently, and got a lot wetter when he came with an equal force. He stayed hard, slamming his cock deep into my creamy pussy, then took it out and rubbed it up and down the crack of my ass. "Yes!" I said in a cracked voice. "OH, YES!!"
He worked his cock into my ass slowly and carefully. He felt huge! His balls slammed against my clit as he began to pump. I thrust my ass back, wanting every inch of his cock to impale my hot, horny hole. He built up the rhythm slowly, until he fucked my tight hole in a frenzy. He reached around me, one hand gripping my left nipple hard, the other going right for my clit and rubbing. The combined sensations nearly drove me insane. He withdrew suddenly, turned me and flipped me easily up on the hood of the car. He grabbed the backs of my knees and shoved hard, thrusting his cock into my hole as my ass rose.
"Yes!" he breathed, watching his cock fuck my asshole. "YES!! So fucking tight! Your hole is so fucking tight! Spread your pussy lips!" I reached down, and spread myself open for him. He looked demented, eyes dark and gleaming, gasping through his mouth. "Fuck my hole DEEP!" I said loudly. "Fuck my ass DEEP!" He licked his lips, nodded helplessly, and worked his hips as fast and as hard as he could. It was an orgy of pleasure/pain and I wanted it to go on forever. "Fuck me," I said again. "Fuck me so hard I can't stand it. Fuck my tight hole ALL the way open! Fill my ass with your cum! Flood me with your hot cum! I want my ass to overflow!"
The single most erotic sight I've ever seen was the stunned expression on that man's face. Ah, I thought, and raised my head, glaring at me. "Do you hear me?" I howled. "Fuck it OPEN!! Fuck my ass HARD!! Fuck my ass like a whore's cunt!! Make me your ass-pussy!! SCREW MY HOLE!! Flood my with cum!! I want to feel your hot cream pour down both my legs. I want you to shoot a LOAD in me!! I want that big dick of yours to pump and pump and PUMP cum into me!! Fill me!! FLOOD ME WITH YOUR CUM!!"
He fucked my ass like a machine, his face twisted with ecstasy, sweat pouring, his slick palms shoved into the backs of my knees. His eyes had gone blank, every nerve ending in his body stimulated by his relentlessly fucking cock. I rubbed my clit, making myself cum again and again, shrieking "FUCK ME!! FUCK ME AS I CUM FOR YOU!!"
He threw back his head and howled like an animal as his cock released spurt after spurt after spurt of hot cream in my ass. I got my wish and then some. He flooded me! I felt splash out with his final strokes, then caught him as he pitched forward on top of me. After a while, he lifted his head and said something that sounded like "mxlpixitdarnf." I had to agree with him. The guy in the van agreed with him, too.
-Tommo
I gave him an ugly look and snapped something rude. He smiled at me gently and said "bad day, huh?" That REALLY pissed me off. Where the hell did he get off assuming I'm some kind of nice person the rest of the time...and oh, shit, I carried on like this for a good twenty minutes. He got more and more amused, until I just wanted to belt him one. Finally, I stalked off in a huff, heels clattering out my hostility...which really echoed nicely off the concrete in the parking garage. I slammed my purse down on the hood of my car to hunt for my car keys. That echoed, too. The little squeaking sound I made when he grabbed my arm and spun me around echoed. The crack of my palm across his face seemed to echo forever. His mouth coming down on mine, his tongue thrusting, his fingers gripping my ass...well...that didn't make any sound at all.
I struggled for a good nanosecond before I sucked his tongue with everything I had and ground my hips against the rather sizeable bulge arguing with his jeans. I have never wanted a hot, nasty fuck so much in my life. He slid a thigh between my legs and raised it slightly, and I GROUND my cunt against it. My hands were everywhere on him...his face, his hair, his shoulders, his chest...his nipples were hard, my fingertips discovered, and he liked having them pinched lightly. That made me wonder if he liked having them sucked...and I still feel bad about that nice shirt. I MEANT to unbutton it, but my left hand didn't get the message. The yank-rip-suck combination nearly made him cum in his pants. I tongued and nibbled his nipples until he gasped at me in some kind of private language. I smiled and nodded.
Apparently what he had said was "may I yank your pantyhose down, toss you up on the hood of your car and eat you?" because that's exactly what he did. His mouth came down like it owned my pussy...licking, slurping, nibbling...biting the lips gently, possessively...flicking against my rigid clit. He gripped my ankles and shoved them up...and his mouth slid down to my ass. He bit me on both cheeks, licked and nibbled, then slid his tongue very lightly up the crack of my ass. Very lightly. So close...so very close. I moaned helplessly, unable to tell him what I wanted. Not that I had to. The minute I surrendered and made the "I want you" sound, his tongue thrust into my ass. He tongue fucked my hole until I was clawing at the hood of the car, trying desperately to hold on and not scream. His mouth moved up to my clit and he sucked it in as one index finger slid in and out of my juicy cunt. My back arched as the slick finger slid into my ass as he power-sucked my clit. I came...and why every windshield in there didn't shatter I do not know.
We both froze...me because my brain had exploded and him because he knew somebody had to have heard me scream. Nothing happened. No guards or cops showed up. His eyes gleamed at me and his hands moved. I heard the clink of his belt, the sharp sound of his zipper and the laughter in his voice as he said "come here, bitchy mouth." He slid me off the car, skirt going up to my waist, and my naked ass landed on the cold metal of the bumper. Once the shock of that wore off, I discovered it was a dandy little seat for comfortable cock sucking. It worked out well for him, too, because he could lean forward and brace his palms against the hood of the car while I sucked the absolute hell out of his swollen cock. I stared up at him, watching him watch his cock slide deeper and deeper into my mouth...his eyes getting wide with disbelief as he felt himself slide over my tongue and into my throat. I chuckled and the sound vibrated against him, causing his eyes to roll back into his head, his hips to thrust and his entire load to shoot down my throat.
He sat on the bumper next to me for a while, pants and underwear down around his ankles. I think he was trying to get his eyes to focus. I was trying, but not very hard, to get the shit-eating grin off my face. I had never seen a man so completely blind-sided by an orgasm. Finally, he blinked a couple of times and said "wow." I chuckled again, sort of a triumphant sounding chuckle. He looked at me and smiled slowly. "Now you're in trouble," he said softly.
He stripped me naked while holding my wrists pinned behind me, his mouth on mine. Didn't pop one button, either. The sheer wicked arousal of being naked in a public place was intoxicating. I ground my body against him, flaunting myself, feeling free and hornier than I've ever been. I wanted it NASTY and I wanted it NOW. He slid his hands all over me and put his mouth against my ear. "Ever had a complete stranger watch you fuck while jacking off before?" I tilted my head at him. "Huh?" I said. He grinned. "There's a guy in a van over there watching us. His beating off." I froze for a second, then thawed rapidly. I discovered at that second I'd had exhibitionist tendencies laying dormant. They surged to life and I grinned. "Then let's give him a good show."
He moved me to the corner of the hood, turned me around and bent me over. I braced myself and he rubbed his stiffening cock against my ass, then thrust it into my pussy. I wiggled back at him, loving the way my ass felt as it rubbed against his pubic hair, loving the way my tits jiggled with every movement...and loving knowing the guy in the car was stroking his cock while watching all of it. "Fuck me!" I moaned loudly. "Fuck my hot cunt! Pound your cock in me!" He gripped my hips tight and obliged, each stroke coming in hard enough to lift me to my toes. I humped back at him, feeling every inch of him stroke so deeply.
We screwed like crazy, with no attempt to be quiet. Our bodies slapped together, are breathing was harsh and ragged, and neither one of us could shut up. I kept howling "fuck me!" and he released a running stream of compliments about my hot, wet, tight cunt. My cunt got hotter and tighter when I came violently, and got a lot wetter when he came with an equal force. He stayed hard, slamming his cock deep into my creamy pussy, then took it out and rubbed it up and down the crack of my ass. "Yes!" I said in a cracked voice. "OH, YES!!"
He worked his cock into my ass slowly and carefully. He felt huge! His balls slammed against my clit as he began to pump. I thrust my ass back, wanting every inch of his cock to impale my hot, horny hole. He built up the rhythm slowly, until he fucked my tight hole in a frenzy. He reached around me, one hand gripping my left nipple hard, the other going right for my clit and rubbing. The combined sensations nearly drove me insane. He withdrew suddenly, turned me and flipped me easily up on the hood of the car. He grabbed the backs of my knees and shoved hard, thrusting his cock into my hole as my ass rose.
"Yes!" he breathed, watching his cock fuck my asshole. "YES!! So fucking tight! Your hole is so fucking tight! Spread your pussy lips!" I reached down, and spread myself open for him. He looked demented, eyes dark and gleaming, gasping through his mouth. "Fuck my hole DEEP!" I said loudly. "Fuck my ass DEEP!" He licked his lips, nodded helplessly, and worked his hips as fast and as hard as he could. It was an orgy of pleasure/pain and I wanted it to go on forever. "Fuck me," I said again. "Fuck me so hard I can't stand it. Fuck my tight hole ALL the way open! Fill my ass with your cum! Flood me with your hot cum! I want my ass to overflow!"
The single most erotic sight I've ever seen was the stunned expression on that man's face. Ah, I thought, and raised my head, glaring at me. "Do you hear me?" I howled. "Fuck it OPEN!! Fuck my ass HARD!! Fuck my ass like a whore's cunt!! Make me your ass-pussy!! SCREW MY HOLE!! Flood my with cum!! I want to feel your hot cream pour down both my legs. I want you to shoot a LOAD in me!! I want that big dick of yours to pump and pump and PUMP cum into me!! Fill me!! FLOOD ME WITH YOUR CUM!!"
He fucked my ass like a machine, his face twisted with ecstasy, sweat pouring, his slick palms shoved into the backs of my knees. His eyes had gone blank, every nerve ending in his body stimulated by his relentlessly fucking cock. I rubbed my clit, making myself cum again and again, shrieking "FUCK ME!! FUCK ME AS I CUM FOR YOU!!"
He threw back his head and howled like an animal as his cock released spurt after spurt after spurt of hot cream in my ass. I got my wish and then some. He flooded me! I felt splash out with his final strokes, then caught him as he pitched forward on top of me. After a while, he lifted his head and said something that sounded like "mxlpixitdarnf." I had to agree with him. The guy in the van agreed with him, too.
-Tommo
24 Temmuz 2013 Çarşamba
Haunted House
Vanessa sighed, picking up the last bit of her items inside the cardboard box that had assisted her move into her new, gorgeous home. She placed the item, an antique vase that her mother had given to her before she diseased, on to the shelf that she had set up in her room.
"All finished," She smiled, glancing around her new room. It was so much bigger than her old room and so much nicer.
Vanessa had been waiting years to move out of the cramped up home that she had shared with her mom since she was 7 years old. She would've been gone the day she turned 18, but her mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. Vanessa had stayed to help her mom while she was ill and saved up money to get her own place one day. Her mother passed away on her 22nd birthday, leaving Vanessa hearbroken and alone.
Nearly two months after her mom's passing, Vanessa came across the Victorian home she had always dreamed of. It was perfect.
Though, she was still alone, the house made her feel complete. There was just something about it.
Vanessa was alone, but she was not an ugly girl. Her body was toned and fit from all the daily work outs she did. Her hair was a chestnut brown, which worked well with her light blue eyes and tan skin. Her chest wasn't too big, but not to small either. She was actually beautiful.
"I'm so tired," Vanessa yawned. She changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed, excited about falling asleep in her new home for the first time. It didn't take her long to drift off into a dreamless slumber.
Vanessa's eyes fluttered open in the middle of the night. She looked at the clock on her shelf. It was only 1 in the morning. She closed her eyes, hoping to fall back to sleep.
Her eyes flew open again when she felt a pair of hands grasp her thighs.
"What the hell?" She shouted, trying to kick the person who had grabbed her. Vanessa pulled back the covers, but no one was there. She tried to sit up. Some kind of force was holding her down, though. She looked around for any kind of restraints or ropes, but there was nothing. She just couldn't move.
"Stop!" She screamed at the invisible presence that surrounded her.
Vanessa's eyes widened as a pair of sissors floated towards her, cutting her tank top to shreds. It continued to her shorts. She was left in just her thong. The invisible hands that grabbed her legs were now gently rubbing the clothed material between her legs. She felt a pair of lips on hers and a tongue being pushed into her mouth.
"Vanessa," Someone whispered. It was a man's voice. Soothing, but rough at the same time.
"Who are you?" Vanessa asked once the lips moved away from her's.
A womanly voice sighed. "We won't hurt you," it whispered.
Vanessa gasped as she felt her thong being pulled down and something warm and wet sliding over her nipple.
Two fingers slid inside Vanessa's wet pussy, thrusting in and out, slowly. She gasped.
"She's so tight," The womanly voice sighed again. "Are you a virgin?"
Vanessa nodded her head. She had never been sexually involved with anyone.
Two more fingers joined the others in Vanessa's hot cunt, causing her to gasp in pain. The thrusts sped up a little.
"We need to widen her, but she's already in pain," the woman said.
"She is very tight," The man moaned. "Lick her, Natalie."
Vanessa nearly cried out in shock when she felt a tongue start licking and sucking on her clit.
'Are they both fingering my pussy?' Vanessa thought, shivering from the intensity. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the pain subsided and pleasure took over.
"Oh, God!" Vanessa moaned, loudly. The fingers pulled out, leaving her begging for more.
"The brush," Natalie whispered. "Hard and fast, John."
Vanessa felt weight being lifted off the bed as she guessed John had gotten up. Her brush that was laying on her vanity table began floating in the air.
"Very hard and fast," Natalie whispered again. "She can handle it."
Vanessa eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw the brush coming towards her wet core at a fast pace. Her brush never looked big, until now. The handle was at least 7 inches long.
She watched the handle push its way into her throbbing pussy. She screamed in delight. It pulled out and stabbed back in, over and over. Vanessa gripped the sheets tightly. She was in so much pleasure, but she was enjoying it. It turned her on.
"Harder," She screamed. She could feel her hymen being ripped completely. The thrusting sped up until it was pounding her pussy at an abnormal rate.
"She seems to like the pain," John noticed, pulling the brush out of her cunt. The brush floated up to Vanessa's mouth, pushing between her lips. "Lick it."
Vanessa did as she was told, swirling her tongue around the handle. She loved the way her juices tasted. She could even taste the blood from her shredded hymen.
"That's enough for tonight, John. She's exhausted," Natalie said.
Natalie's first night in the house was definitely not what she expected, at all. Most people would have left the house after that night. Not Vanessa. She didn't want to leave. She loved the house and it's ghostly residents. She knew that these little late night visits were far from over.
"All finished," She smiled, glancing around her new room. It was so much bigger than her old room and so much nicer.
Vanessa had been waiting years to move out of the cramped up home that she had shared with her mom since she was 7 years old. She would've been gone the day she turned 18, but her mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. Vanessa had stayed to help her mom while she was ill and saved up money to get her own place one day. Her mother passed away on her 22nd birthday, leaving Vanessa hearbroken and alone.
Nearly two months after her mom's passing, Vanessa came across the Victorian home she had always dreamed of. It was perfect.
Though, she was still alone, the house made her feel complete. There was just something about it.
Vanessa was alone, but she was not an ugly girl. Her body was toned and fit from all the daily work outs she did. Her hair was a chestnut brown, which worked well with her light blue eyes and tan skin. Her chest wasn't too big, but not to small either. She was actually beautiful.
"I'm so tired," Vanessa yawned. She changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed, excited about falling asleep in her new home for the first time. It didn't take her long to drift off into a dreamless slumber.
Vanessa's eyes fluttered open in the middle of the night. She looked at the clock on her shelf. It was only 1 in the morning. She closed her eyes, hoping to fall back to sleep.
Her eyes flew open again when she felt a pair of hands grasp her thighs.
"What the hell?" She shouted, trying to kick the person who had grabbed her. Vanessa pulled back the covers, but no one was there. She tried to sit up. Some kind of force was holding her down, though. She looked around for any kind of restraints or ropes, but there was nothing. She just couldn't move.
"Stop!" She screamed at the invisible presence that surrounded her.
Vanessa's eyes widened as a pair of sissors floated towards her, cutting her tank top to shreds. It continued to her shorts. She was left in just her thong. The invisible hands that grabbed her legs were now gently rubbing the clothed material between her legs. She felt a pair of lips on hers and a tongue being pushed into her mouth.
"Vanessa," Someone whispered. It was a man's voice. Soothing, but rough at the same time.
"Who are you?" Vanessa asked once the lips moved away from her's.
A womanly voice sighed. "We won't hurt you," it whispered.
Vanessa gasped as she felt her thong being pulled down and something warm and wet sliding over her nipple.
Two fingers slid inside Vanessa's wet pussy, thrusting in and out, slowly. She gasped.
"She's so tight," The womanly voice sighed again. "Are you a virgin?"
Vanessa nodded her head. She had never been sexually involved with anyone.
Two more fingers joined the others in Vanessa's hot cunt, causing her to gasp in pain. The thrusts sped up a little.
"We need to widen her, but she's already in pain," the woman said.
"She is very tight," The man moaned. "Lick her, Natalie."
Vanessa nearly cried out in shock when she felt a tongue start licking and sucking on her clit.
'Are they both fingering my pussy?' Vanessa thought, shivering from the intensity. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the pain subsided and pleasure took over.
"Oh, God!" Vanessa moaned, loudly. The fingers pulled out, leaving her begging for more.
"The brush," Natalie whispered. "Hard and fast, John."
Vanessa felt weight being lifted off the bed as she guessed John had gotten up. Her brush that was laying on her vanity table began floating in the air.
"Very hard and fast," Natalie whispered again. "She can handle it."
Vanessa eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw the brush coming towards her wet core at a fast pace. Her brush never looked big, until now. The handle was at least 7 inches long.
She watched the handle push its way into her throbbing pussy. She screamed in delight. It pulled out and stabbed back in, over and over. Vanessa gripped the sheets tightly. She was in so much pleasure, but she was enjoying it. It turned her on.
"Harder," She screamed. She could feel her hymen being ripped completely. The thrusting sped up until it was pounding her pussy at an abnormal rate.
"She seems to like the pain," John noticed, pulling the brush out of her cunt. The brush floated up to Vanessa's mouth, pushing between her lips. "Lick it."
Vanessa did as she was told, swirling her tongue around the handle. She loved the way her juices tasted. She could even taste the blood from her shredded hymen.
"That's enough for tonight, John. She's exhausted," Natalie said.
Natalie's first night in the house was definitely not what she expected, at all. Most people would have left the house after that night. Not Vanessa. She didn't want to leave. She loved the house and it's ghostly residents. She knew that these little late night visits were far from over.
-Layla
24 Haziran 2013 Pazartesi
Maintenance Man
It had been a long day and I was especially tired. My new promotion to senior vice president was a wonderful career move and meant a lot more money, but it also meant a lot more stress. Long hours, bad food and no sex was taking its toll. Steve, my former boyfriend had lost patience and really, I didn't blame him at all. I was sounding like a broken record constantly telling him that my schedule would calm down and I'd have more free time. After a while he'd stopped buying it and I'd stopped trying to sell it. I was ready to let the relationship die. He annoyed me with his talk of marriage because I still liked my independence. However there was one thing I missed about him. The sex. It had become a little routine and predictable, but it was safe and it was a stress-reliever.
I put my head down on my desk and tried to think of how long it had been. Maybe three weeks? Still I loved my job and I loved my office. I loved the power and the control I had. I'd worked hard to get to this place in my career. The president was away a lot and didn't micro manage. I pretty much ran the place the way I wanted to. My life was everything I wanted, except for the sex part. My best friend Melissa was always trying to get me to go out with her. She made a good point. If I didn't get out every once in a while, how was I supposed to meet anyone? And, if I never met anyone, how would I ever get laid again?
As I thought through all these things I heard a noise at my office door. I looked up and saw a maintenance man standing there, leaning on his broom. He was watching me and smiling a crooked smile. “Creepy,” I thought and swiveled my chair so my back was to him. “I'm not sure who he thinks he is or who he thinks I am. He'd better be careful though,” I thought. “I can get him fired.”
I casually turned back around and he was gone. I decided to find out who he is and have his butt fired. Yes, my power was going to my head but I didn't care. I gathered my briefcase and papers for the next day and walked out of the office, closing the door firmly behind me.
Monday morning came at me like a freight train. The office was in turmoil because the president of my department had been caught in an affair with the CEO's wife. Not a good career move for him, but a great opportunity for me. I seized the chance and switched into high gear. Damage control, orders and plans for the week flew from my mouth as I commanded the room and the office. By the end of the day I'd successfully averted any public fallout from the crisis and had myself firmly entrenched as the go-to person for damage control. I'd spun the situation in my favor and was networking, politicking and schmoozing. It was hard work and I was exhausted. That night I once again found myself alone in my office with my head on my desk. Everyone had left hours ago and I was finishing paperwork but the day had gotten to me. I began to doze when I heard a noise. I looked up and saw the maintenance man from Friday night. He was leaning on his broom again and looking at me with that stupid crooked smile on his face.
I gave him a dirty look that should have put him in his place but instead he brazenly walked into my office.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“I'm here to clean your office,” he said.
“Well, fine then,” I said. “Get on with it.”
As he began emptying the trash can, I walked to the windows that overlook the city. I had a great view of the lights and buildings yet I never took the time to enjoy it. I was aware of the maintenance man moving around the office behind me but I got lost in the lights. My mind began to roam and ended up back on the fact that it was now going on four weeks since I'd had sex. I found myself daydreaming a bit as I watched the maintenance man's reflection in the window. He was awfully nice looking. Blue eyes that crinkled at the edges, messy light brown hair and despite the overalls, I could tell he had a great body. Lean and muscular...
“Pretty, isn't it?”
“What?” I was startled. He was speaking to me. “What did you say?”
“I said, it's pretty isn't it? The view?” he said.
“Yes, it is,” I turned back away from him. I really didn't want to get into a conversation with this guy. He was nice looking and all, but I needed to keep him in his place. I made it a policy not to socialize with coworkers much less with the cleaning help. I returned to my daydream and tried to figure out a plan to get laid. While I thought, I kept watching him in the reflection in the glass. Damn he was good looking. Something about those blue eyes.
Hell, he's talking to me again.
“What?” I said while wondering why he couldn't seem to take a hint.
“I said, you look stressed tonight. Like maybe you had a really hard day. Hey, why are you still here this late? Why aren't you home with your husband? Or maybe your boyfriend?” he asked.
Okay, that was too far. “That's none of your business. Just clean my office and leave,” I said with as much authority as I could muster. Blue eyes or not maintenance man had no business asking me nosy questions like that.
“Sorry, didn't mean to offend,” he said as he reached down to the floor near me. “You've got some scraps of paper down here. Guess you missed the trash can?”
He was on the floor now, right at my feet. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled up at me and I felt a little warm. He was way too close and seemed to have no intention of moving away. I felt wetness between my legs and goosebumps on my arms. It didn't take this long to pick up a scrap of paper.
I stood still and looked down at maintenance man. He was only inches from the edge of my skirt and bare legs. Later Melissa would say that was the critical moment. She'd say that I looked at him for too long and my look was an invitation, or maybe not so much an invitation as it was an acceptance of his invitation. Either way apparently I sent a signal and of course, I did nothing to stop what happened next. Instead I relaxed for the first time in months.
He was very slow and almost cautious as his hand brushed the inside of my ankle. He cocked his head to one side with an eyebrow raised like he was asking if it was okay. I couldn't speak or do much of anything so I just looked out the window to the city below. I felt him stand, his hand moving gently, tickling the inside of my leg until he was standing behind me. He'd lifted my skirt in the back and his hand rested at the very top of the inside of my thigh. Then he pressed one forearm into my upper back so my face and breasts were pressed against the window. With his free hand he reached around and into the front of my panties. His legs were between mine and he scooted them outward. I could have moved, could have pushed him off but it would have taken more effort then I wanted to give. His fingers worked quickly but smoothly as he pulled my lips apart and stroked. Long, slow strokes from the back to the front. I moaned. I was already wet from him touching the inside of my leg and all those weeks without sex made me impatient. I moved a little, trying to encourage him to hurry up but instead he stopped. He cupped his hand firmly over my clit and held me hard.
“Stay still,” he whispered close to my ear. “This is my show. I'm in charge now. You'll do as I say.”
Normally that would have pissed me off but instead I just got wetter and hotter. It took all my will power but I obeyed and stood still. He continued to stroke me in that slow and rhythmic way until finally, I came. It was long and intense. My knees went weak and I leaned back into him. He held my waist as I sank to the floor. It had been forever since a man did that to me. The intensity was something I'd forgotten about. I couldn't remember the last time I was weak from an orgasm. I felt him move away from me and I rested my head on the wall. After a few minutes, I regained some composure and I stood to tell him this could never happen again and to insist on his discretion. But, he was gone. Nowhere to be found. There I stood in the middle of my office. My skirt around my waist and my panties around my knees. What a pickle. The president just got canned for sleeping around and here I am diddling the maintenance man in my own office.
“Seriously, you sort of asked for it,” Melissa said on the phone the next day. “I mean, you could have stopped him at any time and you didn't say or do anything. Don't feel bad Sammy. You obviously needed it and you'll probably never see him again. It was a one night stand, just with a cleaning guy!” Melissa laughed at me.
“Thanks for the encouragement,” I said. “My biggest concern is that he'll say something. Should I get him fired?”
“No, I wouldn't. Just don't hang around there so late anymore and in a few weeks it'll be like it never happened. You don't see him during the day do you?”
“No, I don't,” I said.
“Okay then. It's no biggie. Just whatever you do, don't do it again,” Melissa said.
“You're right. Good advice. Thanks sweetie. See you later, okay?”
“See you, bye,” she said and hung up.
Melissa wasn't just a good friend to party with, she was also a smart girl. She had wisdom and she cared about me. Her advice was good and I knew it. I absolutely needed to leave the office early that night. I knew this. I told myself this. But, I went about the day creating work for myself so I had no choice but to work late. I was curious to see if he'd come back and if he did, what would happen. Plus, I was still horny.
The last person finally left for the night and I settled into my usual late night routine of finishing paperwork and getting ready for the next day. I started work on a project I'd offered to do but I kept a close eye on the door. Every few minutes a thrill would run through my body and I had butterflies in my stomach. I felt like a school girl waiting for the boy I'm crushing on to walk by. I was being an idiot and gave myself a talking to. I had to remember that I'm the executive here. I'm the one in charge. When, and if, he comes back I'll just tell him what's what. In the middle of my rationale, I noticed him at the door again. My hands started shaking and all the intelligent reasoning I'd just gone through in my head flew out the window. I let my eyes lock onto his crystal blues.
“Hello,” he said.
I heard Melissa's voice in my head like a mantra. “Whatever you do, don't do it again, whatever you do, don't do it again.” She was right and I decided to be professional at all costs.
“Hello,” I said back. Then for good measure and show I was in charge, I told him, “You can finish what you started last night.”
He laughed and I about died. I couldn't believe I'd said that. “I mean the cleaning,” I said sounding so very lame.
He smiled and the eyes crinkled again. “No,” he said. “I think I'll finish the other project I started last night. I don't think the office is what's dirty.” He moved toward me.
Instinctively I said, “No, stop!”
He stopped and looked at me.
“I don't want to do this,” I said.
“Okay,” he said and turned to his cart. He began emptying the trash can then took glass cleaner to the streaks my hands and face had left on the window the night before.
I watched him for several minutes, deflated and disappointed. I wasn't sure what I wanted but I was pretty sure this wasn't it.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so harsh,” I said. “I'm not entirely certain that I don't want to do this...whatever this is.”
He looked at me. “You tell me, yes or no,” he said.
I hesitated for about a second then said yes.
“Come here,” he said.
I walked to him and stood before him. I was shaking with excitement and anticipation. He reached out gently and stroked my hair. Then his hands moved to the front of my blouse. He tore it open in one move.
“Oh!” I said as the move took my breath. He reached behind him and pulled out a knife. Now I was really alarmed and was getting ready to scream when in one quick, smooth move he cut the front of my bra. My breasts popped out and I was exposed. I leaned back towards my desk and braced myself with my hands.
He stood back looking at me, looking at my breasts for what seemed forever. Seconds passed and my nipples got harder and harder. I wanted to scream “just touch me!” but I knew from his reactions to my demands that this was his game and he'd do it his way and in his time. Finally he took both nipples in the very tips of his fingers. He squeezed so hard I thought he'd pull them off. When I didn't think I could stand it any longer, he released his hold for a moment. Then he started again, this time rolling and pressing them. He pulled and pinched hard, then gently, he tickled and teased. I felt my head roll back and closed my eyes. This is what people meant when they said the words “exquisite pain.” His touch burned through my nipples and breasts and straight to my insides. I shuddered and was stunned to realize an orgasm was building. I'd never had an orgasm from having my breasts touched, although to be fair, no one had ever touched me like this before either. After a few minutes of delicious pain, I felt the waves beginning and shuddered from head to toe. Maintenance man pushed me onto the desk and leaned over me.
He whispered, “Be ready for me tomorrow night. I don't want to have this discussion again.” Then he turned and left me laying there across my desk, breasts exposed, exhausted but happy.
“Oh my god! I can't believe you!” Melissa screamed into the phone the next day. “What are you doing? Sammy! You have lost your mind! Are you going to start dating this guy? What's his name? Are you going to hang around again tonight?”
She was mad. She was right, too. Everything she said was right. Did I expect a relationship with this guy? And, what was his name anyway? Who was he?
“And, do you know if you're safe? I mean what kind of guy does this? I'm worried about you, Sammy. Don't see him again, okay? Promise me, okay? It's just scary.”
When I finally got a word in edgewise I told Melissa that she was right and I knew she was right. I told her I honestly didn't know where this was going or what was going on. No, I didn't know anything about him, not even his name, but he was sweet. He was gentle and he was giving.
“You know, Melissa, he's done everything. He hasn't asked for anything for himself. It's all been about me. Do you know how long it's been since it's all been about me?”
As I spoke I realized that was the reason I was interested. Yes, it was hot but this man who had nothing to gain and nothing to lose chose to give me pleasure. I knew he was getting off on it too, I'm not an idiot. But, so what? Lots of guys get off on things a lot worse than giving a strange woman a variety pack of orgasms.
“So, what are you going to do?” Melissa demanded.
“I don't know” I said, and I really didn't know.
That night I was nervous. The sane, intelligent part of me knew this was crazy. I had no idea who this guy was or what he was up to. He took nothing for himself from these encounters. He didn't force himself, in fact just the opposite, yet I felt compelled to let him do whatever he wanted. I felt like I was out of control and would let him do anything without stopping him. This excited and scared me at the same time. And, to make it even worse, the more frightened I became, the more aroused I was. I was screwed.
No sooner did I complete that thought then he appeared. He stood in the doorway with something in his hand. I looked closely and when I realized what it was I shook my head “no” as I simultaneously got wet and hot.
“Don't tell me 'no,'” he said. “Remember, I told you to be ready for me.”
I nodded. I didn't have to stay. I didn't have to keep playing the game yet I'd made my choice. I struggled to breathe. “I'm just not sure,” I said.
“Well, I'm not going to beg. I'll leave and we're finished. You won't see me again,” he said as he turned and walked to the door.
Before I could stop myself, I called out. “No! Wait, come back.” Then I wanted to kick myself. No damn self control. Shit. He walked up to me and stood too close.
“I thought you were going to be ready tonight,” he said in a low growling voice.
“I wanted to be. I am,” I said. He was so intense.
“Yet, you weren't. Now, are we going to do this tonight or not?” he asked. “I won't force you to do anything. I need your permission you know.” He smiled that disarming smile again and waved the vibrator in front of me.
“So, what's it going to be?” he asked.
“Whatever,” I said, closing my eyes and raising my hands in surrender to whatever was going to happen.
With one hand he pushed me face down onto my desk. The edge of the desk hit a bit below my waist so that in heels my ass was elevated slightly. He scooted my legs apart with his feet and put one hand in the middle of my back. He pressed me into the desk so my face was turned sideways and my arms spread out. With his other hand he lifted my skirt above my waist. Then he reached into his back pocket and I could see him pull out the knife again. That part really did freak me out. This time he used it to cut my panties off.
“I've got to start wearing old underwear if you're going to keep this up,” I mumbled and he laughed. Ah, a sense of humor is a good thing.
By this point I was wet and ready and he played with the outside of my clit with the tip of the vibrator. He turned it on and let the buzzing tip tease me. He'd touch me, then move away but all the time I could hear the vibrations and I knew at any moment he'd touch me and leave it on me. He moved the vibrator's tip down to my clit then up to my ass. Back and forth he moved it. Each time he reached my ass he'd press it in just a little. I shuddered with the sensation. Slowly and steadily he kept moving the damn thing over my swollen, wet clit, then tease me by putting just the tip into my vagina, then my ass. Finally I couldn't take it any more and I yelled, “Just fuck me! Just do it now!” And, he stopped.
“You've forgotten who calls the shots here, haven't you?” he whispered into my ear.
I was pouring sweat, breathing hard and about out of my mind. In any other situation in the world, at every other time in my life I called the shots. I'd have told the son of a bitch to fuck me and do it now and any other guy would have complied. But, I knew maintenance man wouldn't do that. He moved away from me and I wanted to cry.
“Who calls the shots here?” he asked.
“You do,” I whimpered. I was still bent over the desk, trying not to sob.
“Here's what you're to do. Don't do it and I leave, okay?” he said.
“Ok,” I barely croaked out.
“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks. I want to see all of you.”
I did as I was told and felt him kneel behind me. Our other encounters had been with the light on but this time, with him right there, I felt like those were the brightest lights in the world.
He looked at me forever it seemed then he stood up.
“Stay like that, don't move,” he said.
Then he took the vibrator and ran it up and down me again. Starting at the hood of my clit and moving oh so slowly, he ended up back at my ass. Then, he did it again, then again, then again. My mind was exploding, I was shaking. There was nothing to me except clit, vagina and ass. Those were the only body parts I was aware of. That was all that existed of me.
When I thought I could handle it no more he moved the vibrator into my ass. Slowly but deep. He left it there, vibrating away deep inside of me with me holding my ass cheeks wide apart. I saw him step over to his coat and pull out another vibrator. He started it all over again with the new one. From my clit to my vagina, back and forth, teasing the hole with the tip, then back to my clit. All the while the vibrator in my ass buzzed away adding to my already shaky state and making me hornier rather than satisfied.
Finally he entered me with the second vibrator and began to fuck me with it. He used his other hand and fingered my clit. It didn't take long before I had the most earth-shattering orgasm I'd ever had. I'm not normally a screamer but that night, I screamed, glad we were in a deserted building where there were no neighbors to hear.
I was spent. I stayed on the desk because I feared my legs wouldn't work.
“Lay down here with me,” I said but I'd said it to an empty room. He'd left again just as he had the nights before. Left me half naked, butt in the air with vibrators buzzing on the floor around me.
I sat up and looked around. “Dammit.”
I didn't tell Melissa what happened that night. She would have freaked. But, she did get her wish. For the rest of that week and the one after that I left work at 6:00. I went home and stayed there. I don't know if maintenance man came back those nights. There was no sign of him in my office. I really enjoyed those nights and they were just what I needed but it couldn't continue. Eventually we'd have gotten caught then we'd both have lost our jobs. And, when it came right down to it, did we really have anything in common? We were very different people. He had a need to get off getting others off and controlling them and I had a need to have someone getting me off by controlling me. We fit well in that way but that's not enough to hold a relationship together. I decided to let him go and made a point of going out with Melissa more often. I'd find a guy I could talk to and relate to and then I'd teach him the things I learned from maintenance man.
A few months later I'd done just that. I met a great guy, smart, wealthy, career driven, not ready for marriage but still wanting a relationship. Things with Jeff were very good and our sex life was amazing. He was maintenance man in the bedroom and I was thrilled.
Most nights I was home at a decent hour and enjoyed my time with Jeff but occasionally I did have to work late. It was about four months after maintenance man and I was at the office finishing up some work. I finished and as I walked to the elevator I wondered about my maintenance man. Where was he? Had he gotten fired, or quit? Lost in thought I guess I hit the wrong button because the elevator stopped on the wrong floor.
When the doors opened I heard someone groaning like they were in pain. Without hesitation I moved quickly down the hall, looking into each office as I passed. Finally I rounded the corner and saw a woman, laying face down on her desk and maintenance man standing over her with a vibrator. He looked at me and smiled.
I put my head down on my desk and tried to think of how long it had been. Maybe three weeks? Still I loved my job and I loved my office. I loved the power and the control I had. I'd worked hard to get to this place in my career. The president was away a lot and didn't micro manage. I pretty much ran the place the way I wanted to. My life was everything I wanted, except for the sex part. My best friend Melissa was always trying to get me to go out with her. She made a good point. If I didn't get out every once in a while, how was I supposed to meet anyone? And, if I never met anyone, how would I ever get laid again?
As I thought through all these things I heard a noise at my office door. I looked up and saw a maintenance man standing there, leaning on his broom. He was watching me and smiling a crooked smile. “Creepy,” I thought and swiveled my chair so my back was to him. “I'm not sure who he thinks he is or who he thinks I am. He'd better be careful though,” I thought. “I can get him fired.”
I casually turned back around and he was gone. I decided to find out who he is and have his butt fired. Yes, my power was going to my head but I didn't care. I gathered my briefcase and papers for the next day and walked out of the office, closing the door firmly behind me.
Monday morning came at me like a freight train. The office was in turmoil because the president of my department had been caught in an affair with the CEO's wife. Not a good career move for him, but a great opportunity for me. I seized the chance and switched into high gear. Damage control, orders and plans for the week flew from my mouth as I commanded the room and the office. By the end of the day I'd successfully averted any public fallout from the crisis and had myself firmly entrenched as the go-to person for damage control. I'd spun the situation in my favor and was networking, politicking and schmoozing. It was hard work and I was exhausted. That night I once again found myself alone in my office with my head on my desk. Everyone had left hours ago and I was finishing paperwork but the day had gotten to me. I began to doze when I heard a noise. I looked up and saw the maintenance man from Friday night. He was leaning on his broom again and looking at me with that stupid crooked smile on his face.
I gave him a dirty look that should have put him in his place but instead he brazenly walked into my office.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“I'm here to clean your office,” he said.
“Well, fine then,” I said. “Get on with it.”
As he began emptying the trash can, I walked to the windows that overlook the city. I had a great view of the lights and buildings yet I never took the time to enjoy it. I was aware of the maintenance man moving around the office behind me but I got lost in the lights. My mind began to roam and ended up back on the fact that it was now going on four weeks since I'd had sex. I found myself daydreaming a bit as I watched the maintenance man's reflection in the window. He was awfully nice looking. Blue eyes that crinkled at the edges, messy light brown hair and despite the overalls, I could tell he had a great body. Lean and muscular...
“Pretty, isn't it?”
“What?” I was startled. He was speaking to me. “What did you say?”
“I said, it's pretty isn't it? The view?” he said.
“Yes, it is,” I turned back away from him. I really didn't want to get into a conversation with this guy. He was nice looking and all, but I needed to keep him in his place. I made it a policy not to socialize with coworkers much less with the cleaning help. I returned to my daydream and tried to figure out a plan to get laid. While I thought, I kept watching him in the reflection in the glass. Damn he was good looking. Something about those blue eyes.
Hell, he's talking to me again.
“What?” I said while wondering why he couldn't seem to take a hint.
“I said, you look stressed tonight. Like maybe you had a really hard day. Hey, why are you still here this late? Why aren't you home with your husband? Or maybe your boyfriend?” he asked.
Okay, that was too far. “That's none of your business. Just clean my office and leave,” I said with as much authority as I could muster. Blue eyes or not maintenance man had no business asking me nosy questions like that.
“Sorry, didn't mean to offend,” he said as he reached down to the floor near me. “You've got some scraps of paper down here. Guess you missed the trash can?”
He was on the floor now, right at my feet. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled up at me and I felt a little warm. He was way too close and seemed to have no intention of moving away. I felt wetness between my legs and goosebumps on my arms. It didn't take this long to pick up a scrap of paper.
I stood still and looked down at maintenance man. He was only inches from the edge of my skirt and bare legs. Later Melissa would say that was the critical moment. She'd say that I looked at him for too long and my look was an invitation, or maybe not so much an invitation as it was an acceptance of his invitation. Either way apparently I sent a signal and of course, I did nothing to stop what happened next. Instead I relaxed for the first time in months.
He was very slow and almost cautious as his hand brushed the inside of my ankle. He cocked his head to one side with an eyebrow raised like he was asking if it was okay. I couldn't speak or do much of anything so I just looked out the window to the city below. I felt him stand, his hand moving gently, tickling the inside of my leg until he was standing behind me. He'd lifted my skirt in the back and his hand rested at the very top of the inside of my thigh. Then he pressed one forearm into my upper back so my face and breasts were pressed against the window. With his free hand he reached around and into the front of my panties. His legs were between mine and he scooted them outward. I could have moved, could have pushed him off but it would have taken more effort then I wanted to give. His fingers worked quickly but smoothly as he pulled my lips apart and stroked. Long, slow strokes from the back to the front. I moaned. I was already wet from him touching the inside of my leg and all those weeks without sex made me impatient. I moved a little, trying to encourage him to hurry up but instead he stopped. He cupped his hand firmly over my clit and held me hard.
“Stay still,” he whispered close to my ear. “This is my show. I'm in charge now. You'll do as I say.”
Normally that would have pissed me off but instead I just got wetter and hotter. It took all my will power but I obeyed and stood still. He continued to stroke me in that slow and rhythmic way until finally, I came. It was long and intense. My knees went weak and I leaned back into him. He held my waist as I sank to the floor. It had been forever since a man did that to me. The intensity was something I'd forgotten about. I couldn't remember the last time I was weak from an orgasm. I felt him move away from me and I rested my head on the wall. After a few minutes, I regained some composure and I stood to tell him this could never happen again and to insist on his discretion. But, he was gone. Nowhere to be found. There I stood in the middle of my office. My skirt around my waist and my panties around my knees. What a pickle. The president just got canned for sleeping around and here I am diddling the maintenance man in my own office.
“Seriously, you sort of asked for it,” Melissa said on the phone the next day. “I mean, you could have stopped him at any time and you didn't say or do anything. Don't feel bad Sammy. You obviously needed it and you'll probably never see him again. It was a one night stand, just with a cleaning guy!” Melissa laughed at me.
“Thanks for the encouragement,” I said. “My biggest concern is that he'll say something. Should I get him fired?”
“No, I wouldn't. Just don't hang around there so late anymore and in a few weeks it'll be like it never happened. You don't see him during the day do you?”
“No, I don't,” I said.
“Okay then. It's no biggie. Just whatever you do, don't do it again,” Melissa said.
“You're right. Good advice. Thanks sweetie. See you later, okay?”
“See you, bye,” she said and hung up.
Melissa wasn't just a good friend to party with, she was also a smart girl. She had wisdom and she cared about me. Her advice was good and I knew it. I absolutely needed to leave the office early that night. I knew this. I told myself this. But, I went about the day creating work for myself so I had no choice but to work late. I was curious to see if he'd come back and if he did, what would happen. Plus, I was still horny.
The last person finally left for the night and I settled into my usual late night routine of finishing paperwork and getting ready for the next day. I started work on a project I'd offered to do but I kept a close eye on the door. Every few minutes a thrill would run through my body and I had butterflies in my stomach. I felt like a school girl waiting for the boy I'm crushing on to walk by. I was being an idiot and gave myself a talking to. I had to remember that I'm the executive here. I'm the one in charge. When, and if, he comes back I'll just tell him what's what. In the middle of my rationale, I noticed him at the door again. My hands started shaking and all the intelligent reasoning I'd just gone through in my head flew out the window. I let my eyes lock onto his crystal blues.
“Hello,” he said.
I heard Melissa's voice in my head like a mantra. “Whatever you do, don't do it again, whatever you do, don't do it again.” She was right and I decided to be professional at all costs.
“Hello,” I said back. Then for good measure and show I was in charge, I told him, “You can finish what you started last night.”
He laughed and I about died. I couldn't believe I'd said that. “I mean the cleaning,” I said sounding so very lame.
He smiled and the eyes crinkled again. “No,” he said. “I think I'll finish the other project I started last night. I don't think the office is what's dirty.” He moved toward me.
Instinctively I said, “No, stop!”
He stopped and looked at me.
“I don't want to do this,” I said.
“Okay,” he said and turned to his cart. He began emptying the trash can then took glass cleaner to the streaks my hands and face had left on the window the night before.
I watched him for several minutes, deflated and disappointed. I wasn't sure what I wanted but I was pretty sure this wasn't it.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so harsh,” I said. “I'm not entirely certain that I don't want to do this...whatever this is.”
He looked at me. “You tell me, yes or no,” he said.
I hesitated for about a second then said yes.
“Come here,” he said.
I walked to him and stood before him. I was shaking with excitement and anticipation. He reached out gently and stroked my hair. Then his hands moved to the front of my blouse. He tore it open in one move.
“Oh!” I said as the move took my breath. He reached behind him and pulled out a knife. Now I was really alarmed and was getting ready to scream when in one quick, smooth move he cut the front of my bra. My breasts popped out and I was exposed. I leaned back towards my desk and braced myself with my hands.
He stood back looking at me, looking at my breasts for what seemed forever. Seconds passed and my nipples got harder and harder. I wanted to scream “just touch me!” but I knew from his reactions to my demands that this was his game and he'd do it his way and in his time. Finally he took both nipples in the very tips of his fingers. He squeezed so hard I thought he'd pull them off. When I didn't think I could stand it any longer, he released his hold for a moment. Then he started again, this time rolling and pressing them. He pulled and pinched hard, then gently, he tickled and teased. I felt my head roll back and closed my eyes. This is what people meant when they said the words “exquisite pain.” His touch burned through my nipples and breasts and straight to my insides. I shuddered and was stunned to realize an orgasm was building. I'd never had an orgasm from having my breasts touched, although to be fair, no one had ever touched me like this before either. After a few minutes of delicious pain, I felt the waves beginning and shuddered from head to toe. Maintenance man pushed me onto the desk and leaned over me.
He whispered, “Be ready for me tomorrow night. I don't want to have this discussion again.” Then he turned and left me laying there across my desk, breasts exposed, exhausted but happy.
“Oh my god! I can't believe you!” Melissa screamed into the phone the next day. “What are you doing? Sammy! You have lost your mind! Are you going to start dating this guy? What's his name? Are you going to hang around again tonight?”
She was mad. She was right, too. Everything she said was right. Did I expect a relationship with this guy? And, what was his name anyway? Who was he?
“And, do you know if you're safe? I mean what kind of guy does this? I'm worried about you, Sammy. Don't see him again, okay? Promise me, okay? It's just scary.”
When I finally got a word in edgewise I told Melissa that she was right and I knew she was right. I told her I honestly didn't know where this was going or what was going on. No, I didn't know anything about him, not even his name, but he was sweet. He was gentle and he was giving.
“You know, Melissa, he's done everything. He hasn't asked for anything for himself. It's all been about me. Do you know how long it's been since it's all been about me?”
As I spoke I realized that was the reason I was interested. Yes, it was hot but this man who had nothing to gain and nothing to lose chose to give me pleasure. I knew he was getting off on it too, I'm not an idiot. But, so what? Lots of guys get off on things a lot worse than giving a strange woman a variety pack of orgasms.
“So, what are you going to do?” Melissa demanded.
“I don't know” I said, and I really didn't know.
That night I was nervous. The sane, intelligent part of me knew this was crazy. I had no idea who this guy was or what he was up to. He took nothing for himself from these encounters. He didn't force himself, in fact just the opposite, yet I felt compelled to let him do whatever he wanted. I felt like I was out of control and would let him do anything without stopping him. This excited and scared me at the same time. And, to make it even worse, the more frightened I became, the more aroused I was. I was screwed.
No sooner did I complete that thought then he appeared. He stood in the doorway with something in his hand. I looked closely and when I realized what it was I shook my head “no” as I simultaneously got wet and hot.
“Don't tell me 'no,'” he said. “Remember, I told you to be ready for me.”
I nodded. I didn't have to stay. I didn't have to keep playing the game yet I'd made my choice. I struggled to breathe. “I'm just not sure,” I said.
“Well, I'm not going to beg. I'll leave and we're finished. You won't see me again,” he said as he turned and walked to the door.
Before I could stop myself, I called out. “No! Wait, come back.” Then I wanted to kick myself. No damn self control. Shit. He walked up to me and stood too close.
“I thought you were going to be ready tonight,” he said in a low growling voice.
“I wanted to be. I am,” I said. He was so intense.
“Yet, you weren't. Now, are we going to do this tonight or not?” he asked. “I won't force you to do anything. I need your permission you know.” He smiled that disarming smile again and waved the vibrator in front of me.
“So, what's it going to be?” he asked.
“Whatever,” I said, closing my eyes and raising my hands in surrender to whatever was going to happen.
With one hand he pushed me face down onto my desk. The edge of the desk hit a bit below my waist so that in heels my ass was elevated slightly. He scooted my legs apart with his feet and put one hand in the middle of my back. He pressed me into the desk so my face was turned sideways and my arms spread out. With his other hand he lifted my skirt above my waist. Then he reached into his back pocket and I could see him pull out the knife again. That part really did freak me out. This time he used it to cut my panties off.
“I've got to start wearing old underwear if you're going to keep this up,” I mumbled and he laughed. Ah, a sense of humor is a good thing.
By this point I was wet and ready and he played with the outside of my clit with the tip of the vibrator. He turned it on and let the buzzing tip tease me. He'd touch me, then move away but all the time I could hear the vibrations and I knew at any moment he'd touch me and leave it on me. He moved the vibrator's tip down to my clit then up to my ass. Back and forth he moved it. Each time he reached my ass he'd press it in just a little. I shuddered with the sensation. Slowly and steadily he kept moving the damn thing over my swollen, wet clit, then tease me by putting just the tip into my vagina, then my ass. Finally I couldn't take it any more and I yelled, “Just fuck me! Just do it now!” And, he stopped.
“You've forgotten who calls the shots here, haven't you?” he whispered into my ear.
I was pouring sweat, breathing hard and about out of my mind. In any other situation in the world, at every other time in my life I called the shots. I'd have told the son of a bitch to fuck me and do it now and any other guy would have complied. But, I knew maintenance man wouldn't do that. He moved away from me and I wanted to cry.
“Who calls the shots here?” he asked.
“You do,” I whimpered. I was still bent over the desk, trying not to sob.
“Here's what you're to do. Don't do it and I leave, okay?” he said.
“Ok,” I barely croaked out.
“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks. I want to see all of you.”
I did as I was told and felt him kneel behind me. Our other encounters had been with the light on but this time, with him right there, I felt like those were the brightest lights in the world.
He looked at me forever it seemed then he stood up.
“Stay like that, don't move,” he said.
Then he took the vibrator and ran it up and down me again. Starting at the hood of my clit and moving oh so slowly, he ended up back at my ass. Then, he did it again, then again, then again. My mind was exploding, I was shaking. There was nothing to me except clit, vagina and ass. Those were the only body parts I was aware of. That was all that existed of me.
When I thought I could handle it no more he moved the vibrator into my ass. Slowly but deep. He left it there, vibrating away deep inside of me with me holding my ass cheeks wide apart. I saw him step over to his coat and pull out another vibrator. He started it all over again with the new one. From my clit to my vagina, back and forth, teasing the hole with the tip, then back to my clit. All the while the vibrator in my ass buzzed away adding to my already shaky state and making me hornier rather than satisfied.
Finally he entered me with the second vibrator and began to fuck me with it. He used his other hand and fingered my clit. It didn't take long before I had the most earth-shattering orgasm I'd ever had. I'm not normally a screamer but that night, I screamed, glad we were in a deserted building where there were no neighbors to hear.
I was spent. I stayed on the desk because I feared my legs wouldn't work.
“Lay down here with me,” I said but I'd said it to an empty room. He'd left again just as he had the nights before. Left me half naked, butt in the air with vibrators buzzing on the floor around me.
I sat up and looked around. “Dammit.”
I didn't tell Melissa what happened that night. She would have freaked. But, she did get her wish. For the rest of that week and the one after that I left work at 6:00. I went home and stayed there. I don't know if maintenance man came back those nights. There was no sign of him in my office. I really enjoyed those nights and they were just what I needed but it couldn't continue. Eventually we'd have gotten caught then we'd both have lost our jobs. And, when it came right down to it, did we really have anything in common? We were very different people. He had a need to get off getting others off and controlling them and I had a need to have someone getting me off by controlling me. We fit well in that way but that's not enough to hold a relationship together. I decided to let him go and made a point of going out with Melissa more often. I'd find a guy I could talk to and relate to and then I'd teach him the things I learned from maintenance man.
A few months later I'd done just that. I met a great guy, smart, wealthy, career driven, not ready for marriage but still wanting a relationship. Things with Jeff were very good and our sex life was amazing. He was maintenance man in the bedroom and I was thrilled.
Most nights I was home at a decent hour and enjoyed my time with Jeff but occasionally I did have to work late. It was about four months after maintenance man and I was at the office finishing up some work. I finished and as I walked to the elevator I wondered about my maintenance man. Where was he? Had he gotten fired, or quit? Lost in thought I guess I hit the wrong button because the elevator stopped on the wrong floor.
When the doors opened I heard someone groaning like they were in pain. Without hesitation I moved quickly down the hall, looking into each office as I passed. Finally I rounded the corner and saw a woman, laying face down on her desk and maintenance man standing over her with a vibrator. He looked at me and smiled.
-C.Isabella
25 Nisan 2013 Perşembe
19 Nisan 2013 Cuma
Highway 69
As he eased the car into the tall green grass beneath the trees, thunder crackled overhead and big heavy drops of rain began to fall. I stepped out of the vehicle, imagining how wonderful the cool rain would feel on my hot sticky skin. Bending over the hood of the car... the metal burned my hands. But as the rain fell and the metal cooled down, I began to grind my hips, embracing the feel of the nature on my back and hard cooling metal underneath. It was my inviting dance to this man who had kindly picked me up, a desperate suggestion to come fuck me. An hour earlier I had been hitchiking along the side of the road, lost and aimless, then suddenly I was under the spell of a handsome stranger. My black tank stuck to me, showing very clearly my hard nipples beneath the light cotton fabric.
By now, the mysterious cowboy had joined me in the rain. I turned and looked into his eyes hungrily, then placed my hands back on the hood of the car. He reached around me and unbuttoned the front of the skirt I wore, peeling it down my thighs and throwing it away into the nearby grass. Next, he pulled my wet top off... his eyes devoured my braless tits, nipples pink and hard, rain dripping of the erect nubs. He took the right nipple into his mouth, suckling hungrily, pinching the other between his thumb and index finger. He continued his assault on my wet sensitive nipples, pushing me down on my back to the hood of the car. He pulled my thong off, leaving my bare pussy exposed to the driving rain.
The heat of the engine radiated through the hood and mingled with the cool rain running down the crack of my ass. The cowboy lowered his head to my cunt, wet with my own juices as well as the rain. He drew my lips wide apart and thrust his tongue into my tight wet hole, driving me mad. He nibbled on my clit and continued eating my pussy as the rain beat against the hot metal and skin. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he began finger fucking me to ecstasy while sucking on my engorged pink clit. I was moaning and crying out, begging him to let me cum when he pulled me off the hood and pushed me to my knees in the wet grass.
I quickly undid the buttons on his jeans and pulled the pants down to his ankles. I licked my lips when I saw the huge bulge awaiting me inside his underwear. I peeled the wet briefs down to reveal 8" of engorged, delicious cock. I took him into my mouth and drew him down into my throat. His cock was so huge, I began gagging, but I had to have it, so I kept swallowing until his balls slapped my chin. I began to suck, gently at first, then harder, pressing him against the roof of my mouth. He took two fistfuls of my hair and began fucking my face. His balls brutally slapped my chin and I thought I would pass out from lack of air. My nose was buried deep in his pubic hair. I could feel his muscles tensing and prepared myself for his load. I was lost in giving him pleasure, totally consumed in the moment. Primal feelings and joy coursed through my body as his cock pumped into my mouth.
All of a sudden, he pulled out. He dragged me to my feet and threw me chest down onto the hood. The hot metal and cool rain sent shock waves through my body, as he worked my legs far apart. He thrust into me brutally, holding me down with a hand in the small of my back. I slid up and down on the hood with each thrust, gliding on the wet of the rain.
I could feel the urge building inside me, his heavy balls slapping against my skin. He was moaning raggedly, grunting deep in his throat. I could feel his cock twitching as it slid in and out, harder each time. Again, I braced myself to take his hot load of cum, when suddenly he withdrew, pulling me down into the soft wet grass with him. He flipped me around into a classic position, and buried his head in between my legs. I took his hard dick in between my lips, sucking the head, then licking down his shaft. We sucked and licked there in the cool wet grass until we filled one another's mouths with sweet, salty cum. As we lay there after, the rain receding to a drop here and there, both of us exhausted, I looked him in the eyes. "What year is your car?" I yawned.
He barely said "69" before he fell asleep.
Now, as I fly down the highway, the black leather seat sticking to my thighs, the accelerator to the floor, the car taching six grand, I think to myself... "69 REALLY is a classic."
-Brindle
By now, the mysterious cowboy had joined me in the rain. I turned and looked into his eyes hungrily, then placed my hands back on the hood of the car. He reached around me and unbuttoned the front of the skirt I wore, peeling it down my thighs and throwing it away into the nearby grass. Next, he pulled my wet top off... his eyes devoured my braless tits, nipples pink and hard, rain dripping of the erect nubs. He took the right nipple into his mouth, suckling hungrily, pinching the other between his thumb and index finger. He continued his assault on my wet sensitive nipples, pushing me down on my back to the hood of the car. He pulled my thong off, leaving my bare pussy exposed to the driving rain.
The heat of the engine radiated through the hood and mingled with the cool rain running down the crack of my ass. The cowboy lowered his head to my cunt, wet with my own juices as well as the rain. He drew my lips wide apart and thrust his tongue into my tight wet hole, driving me mad. He nibbled on my clit and continued eating my pussy as the rain beat against the hot metal and skin. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he began finger fucking me to ecstasy while sucking on my engorged pink clit. I was moaning and crying out, begging him to let me cum when he pulled me off the hood and pushed me to my knees in the wet grass.
I quickly undid the buttons on his jeans and pulled the pants down to his ankles. I licked my lips when I saw the huge bulge awaiting me inside his underwear. I peeled the wet briefs down to reveal 8" of engorged, delicious cock. I took him into my mouth and drew him down into my throat. His cock was so huge, I began gagging, but I had to have it, so I kept swallowing until his balls slapped my chin. I began to suck, gently at first, then harder, pressing him against the roof of my mouth. He took two fistfuls of my hair and began fucking my face. His balls brutally slapped my chin and I thought I would pass out from lack of air. My nose was buried deep in his pubic hair. I could feel his muscles tensing and prepared myself for his load. I was lost in giving him pleasure, totally consumed in the moment. Primal feelings and joy coursed through my body as his cock pumped into my mouth.
All of a sudden, he pulled out. He dragged me to my feet and threw me chest down onto the hood. The hot metal and cool rain sent shock waves through my body, as he worked my legs far apart. He thrust into me brutally, holding me down with a hand in the small of my back. I slid up and down on the hood with each thrust, gliding on the wet of the rain.
I could feel the urge building inside me, his heavy balls slapping against my skin. He was moaning raggedly, grunting deep in his throat. I could feel his cock twitching as it slid in and out, harder each time. Again, I braced myself to take his hot load of cum, when suddenly he withdrew, pulling me down into the soft wet grass with him. He flipped me around into a classic position, and buried his head in between my legs. I took his hard dick in between my lips, sucking the head, then licking down his shaft. We sucked and licked there in the cool wet grass until we filled one another's mouths with sweet, salty cum. As we lay there after, the rain receding to a drop here and there, both of us exhausted, I looked him in the eyes. "What year is your car?" I yawned.
He barely said "69" before he fell asleep.
Now, as I fly down the highway, the black leather seat sticking to my thighs, the accelerator to the floor, the car taching six grand, I think to myself... "69 REALLY is a classic."
-Brindle
15 Nisan 2013 Pazartesi
Pleasure
We had been going out for about 3 months, when we decided to go up North for a day to go to the wedding of one of her friends. The wedding and following festivities ran longer than we anticipated, and the day was getting late. We decided to spend the night and return home the following morning.
After checking in at the motel we decided to take showers, and then go get something too eat at the nearby restaurant. We had not been to bed together yet, but Berta invited me to take a shower with her. By the time I got out of my clothes I was already horny, and my cock was beginning too get hard. When I stepped into the shower I saw she had already began soaping herself. She asked me to soap her back and handed me a wash cloth and the soap. As she turned around I moved closer and began to soap her back. My cock had grown hard by now, and as I soaped her back I began to run my cock up and down her ass. As I did, I reached around to her ample tits and began to run my soapy hands all over them. She began to moan quietly and began to move her ass as I continued to rub my cock all over it. After a while she turned to face me, grabbed my cock in her hand, and began to jerk me off as I slid my finger in her pussy. After 5 minutes or so, we decided to move from the bathroom too the bed to continue what we had started.
Once in bed she went down over my cock and began to kiss my balls and run her tongue all over my cock. After a few minutes she took my cock in her mouth and began to work on it with a tongue that felt like heaven. By now I was wanting to taste her pussy so bad I could hardly stand it, and told her I wanted to eat her pussy. She said not now, that she wanted to suck me until I came and continued to kiss, lick and suck on my cock. It took me only 3 or 4 minutes until I exploded in her mouth with the biggest cum shot of my life. Then she told me I could eat her pussy if I wanted. I couldn't wait to spread her legs, if I wanted. I pull her legs up with my hands and begin to lick and suck that beautiful pussy. It tasted wonderful and I could not stop licking and sucking it. Sometime during the pussy eating e dropped one hand down and stuck my finger up her waiting asshole. After a while I stopped licking and sucking that beautiful pussy, turned her over and began to kiss and lick that beautiful ass. Somewhere along the way she came hard, and I could feel her body jerk with pleasure.
I was so hard by now that my cock throbbed, and I wanted to shove it as far up her pussy as I could get it. She rolled over on top, mounted me, and began to slide her pussy up and down my cock. When I finally came it was harder and with more cum juice than previously. She rolled over on her back and we lay there, both spent from the last hour or so.
After about 10 minutes she said she wanted to suck my cock again, and once again dropped down over me and began to give me pleasure once again.
This was only the first time, there have been many times since, and each time I can never get enough of her wonderful mouth, and her ability to make me feel like there is nothing that feels better in this world.
-Anonymous
After checking in at the motel we decided to take showers, and then go get something too eat at the nearby restaurant. We had not been to bed together yet, but Berta invited me to take a shower with her. By the time I got out of my clothes I was already horny, and my cock was beginning too get hard. When I stepped into the shower I saw she had already began soaping herself. She asked me to soap her back and handed me a wash cloth and the soap. As she turned around I moved closer and began to soap her back. My cock had grown hard by now, and as I soaped her back I began to run my cock up and down her ass. As I did, I reached around to her ample tits and began to run my soapy hands all over them. She began to moan quietly and began to move her ass as I continued to rub my cock all over it. After a while she turned to face me, grabbed my cock in her hand, and began to jerk me off as I slid my finger in her pussy. After 5 minutes or so, we decided to move from the bathroom too the bed to continue what we had started.
Once in bed she went down over my cock and began to kiss my balls and run her tongue all over my cock. After a few minutes she took my cock in her mouth and began to work on it with a tongue that felt like heaven. By now I was wanting to taste her pussy so bad I could hardly stand it, and told her I wanted to eat her pussy. She said not now, that she wanted to suck me until I came and continued to kiss, lick and suck on my cock. It took me only 3 or 4 minutes until I exploded in her mouth with the biggest cum shot of my life. Then she told me I could eat her pussy if I wanted. I couldn't wait to spread her legs, if I wanted. I pull her legs up with my hands and begin to lick and suck that beautiful pussy. It tasted wonderful and I could not stop licking and sucking it. Sometime during the pussy eating e dropped one hand down and stuck my finger up her waiting asshole. After a while I stopped licking and sucking that beautiful pussy, turned her over and began to kiss and lick that beautiful ass. Somewhere along the way she came hard, and I could feel her body jerk with pleasure.
I was so hard by now that my cock throbbed, and I wanted to shove it as far up her pussy as I could get it. She rolled over on top, mounted me, and began to slide her pussy up and down my cock. When I finally came it was harder and with more cum juice than previously. She rolled over on her back and we lay there, both spent from the last hour or so.
After about 10 minutes she said she wanted to suck my cock again, and once again dropped down over me and began to give me pleasure once again.
This was only the first time, there have been many times since, and each time I can never get enough of her wonderful mouth, and her ability to make me feel like there is nothing that feels better in this world.
-Anonymous
26 Mart 2013 Salı
Rendezvous With A Married Man
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