Le Bibliothécaire

The library was becoming less busy. The only people we ever got were the old, bookish professors doing research. Young kids didn't read anymore and I was sure they never would -- at least not until video games become extinct.

My nose was buried in a Zane novel, and I was enjoying the scene so well I didn't notice him come in and stop in front of my desk.

He coughed discreetly and I looked up sharply, a little annoyed at being interrupted, scared perhaps that it was my boss and he had caught me reading Zane. My feelings of animosity melted away when our eyes met.

'Hi,' he said shyly.

'Hello,' I nudged my glasses up a bit. 'I'm Marsha O'Donnell. How may I help you?'

'Um...' he scratched at the stubble under his chin. 'I'm looking for a book called Riders of the Purple Sage.'

'Riders of the Purple Sage,' I repeated mechanically, checking out his features. He couldn't have been more than 24, all of 6ft 3, and the boyish grin had a certain charm to it. Final verdict -- gorgeous.

'It's by a writer called Zane,' he continued. 'I've spent two hours looking for a Z-section.'

'There's no Z-section in the Library of Congress cataloging system,' I informed him as I put the keywords into my computer. 'There you are, Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey.'

I scribbled the call number on a piece of paper and handed it to him.

'How do I find it?' he asked, still looking confused. That was when I noticed the accent.

'Mr...' I prompted.

'Professor Cohan,' he corrected.

'I'm sorry,' I gushed. 'You look too young to be one... I mean, I've never met one this young. I'd never have guessed...'

'That's okay,' he reassured me gently. 'I'm sure you were wondering why a professor couldn't find his way in a library. You Americans don't exactly use the same cataloging systems as the British.'

'You're British?'

'Irish,' he replied. 'If you're not married, I'd say you've got some Irish blood on your father's side...'

My face tightened when he mentioned my father and his voice trailed off.

'Here,' I interrupted him, snatching the paper from him. 'Let's go find your book.'

Together we headed for the P shelves. The P shelves are almost always the largest section of every library (if you leave out the newspapers and journals) as they contain Language and Literature.

We spent a while looking for the catalog number probably because I wanted to spend some time with him. I finally 'located' the book.

I never realized how close he was to me until I bent to pick the book. My ass brushed against something hard. I heard him suck in his breath. For a moment we didn't move or speak. I swiped my ass against his crotch again, and he let out a low groan.

Suddenly, the pressure against my bum was gone. Before I could turn around to find out why, I felt the cool air from the air conditioner fan my thighs as he flipped my skirt over my back.

He rolled my panties down and began to plant soft, feathery kisses all over my ass. I felt my cheeks being spread. The cold air hit my sweaty asshole and I cried out as his tongue plunged into my honeywell.

Riders of the Purple Sage tumbled to the floor. I moved my hands behind me to help hi spread the lobes of my buttocks, moaning as his playful tongue flicked in and out of my cunt.

I shut my eyes, allowing myself to enjoy his pleasuring. His tongue moved up, hesitated, then moved up again.

'No,' I whispered as his tongue lapped at my rosebud. 'No!'

He kept at it and my pleas gradually weakened until I fell silent, listening to the slurping sounds as his tongue swabbed my anus, enjoying the incredibly nasty feeling that came with doing something so naughty. For a moment, his tongue left me, and then his finger jabbed in sending a massive shock wave through me. I grabbed the shelf for support as my orgasm hit, biting on my lower lip to stifle a cry as the waves of pleasure washed over me.

I straightened up and when I turned around, he already had his trousers down and his cock sticking out of his shirt tails. His dick was average, but the balls were something else -- huge and covered with hair. I got down on my knees and stroked his cock slowly, licking on the underside before taking him into my mouth.

His nuts wouldn't fit in my small hand so I contented myself with rubbing them gently. After a minute he held my head away from him, stopping me in mid stroke. He pulled his cock out slowly and I could tell he had been about to come.

'Condom?' he asked, then realized how silly the question was.

Before I could say Jack Robinson he had me bent over touching my toes as he slammed me for all his worth. My glasses kept dropping to the end of my nose and I kept nudging them up. I took them off and was about to drop them on the shelf when he stopped me.

'Leave them on,' he said.

I put them back on and he turned me around, entering me from the front.

'Someone's coming,' he whispered in my ear.

A thrill shot through me and I held on tight to him. Within seconds he had me coming and then quickly pulled out.

'Get dressed,' he whispered urgently, stopping to pick his trousers. I saw his cock jerk once, twice, shooting his come all over the floor and the books on the bottom row as he worked his trousers up his legs.

The footsteps were closer now. I quickly yanked up my panties and let my skirt fall in place, then picked up Riders of the Purple Sage and handed it to him.

'Thank you Marsha,' he said, giving my bum a squeeze and then he was gone. I never saw him again.

Kenyan Beauty

Thanks to everyone for reading, and waiting. I've had a few problems I had to deal with in the last few weeks and they apparently dampened my imagination. I'm back and I hope you'll continue to read the stories that can only be found here at Carpe Nostrum.

"Do you want to come up?" I asked.

Chanya hesitated, chewing on her fleshy lowerlip. I leaned on the door frame, smiling down at her, waiting for her to make a decision.

"The party's not until ten," I urged. "And I'm doing some cooking."

"Kamau?" she asked.

If her brother found out there was going to be hell. Kamau was my best friend and the biggest playboy in town. Surprisingly, when it came to his sister he was very protective.

"Kamau is my friend," I replied. "It's not as if we're going to do anything -- he knows I won't take advantage of you. We'll eat and watch a movie or two until it's time for the party."

My excuse sounded lame to me but it must have worked. She flashed me a smile and came up the stairs. I busied her with a drink and one of the chicklit novels my ex-girlfriend had left behind, then walked into the kitchen.

It was hot and the air conditioning was faulty. I made a mental note to notify my landlady when she came for the rent. I took off my shirt and was chopping some carrots while the meat boiled when she walked in. She moved silently, the smell of her perfume getting stronger as she approached me. I kept working, pretending to be oblivious to her presence.

She squeezed my shoulders from behind and I gave them a convincing jerk, then relaxed.

"Smells good," she said. "Most men I know can't cook -- even Kamau."

"Well, I was the only boy in the family. I spent all my time in the kitchen with my sisters and..." her cool, slender fingers had moved around me. She stroked my chest, then moved down to rub my six-pack.

"Go on," she leaned on me. I could feel her hard nipples through her blouse as she rubbed her breasts on my back.

"I was petted by my sisters, as the youngest in the family," I resumed, conscious of my jeans tightening at the crotch as I got aroused. Being in the kitchen, munching on bits and pieces of what was being cooked, I naturally learned how to cook. Anyway... ah!" she had unbuttoned the top of my jeans and unzipped it, taking out my semi-hard cock.

"Is something wrong?" she asked sweetly.

"Of course not," I tried unsuccessfully to match her tone. She picked a jar of mayonnaise off the shelf directly over my head. I focused on carefully cutting the carrots, trying not to cut myself as she coated my fully erect cock and began to stroke up and down my shaft.

"Careful," I warned. "You don't want me cumming all over the carrots."

She stood on tiptoe and bit my ear. I yelped when she stretched my earlobe with her teeth. She released it.

"Shut up," she said, continuing to jerk me off. I dropped the knife in the sink and lifted my hands above my head, giving her room. I moved my hips to her tempo, fucking her hand.

She reached between my legs with her free hand and cupped my balls. There was a familiar tingling sensation at the base of my cock and before I could warn her I shot my seed all over the sink and the carrots. She released me and came round to survey her handiwork.

"You naughty girl," I admonished lightly. I cupped the swell of her soft but firm ass. She wiggled her hips, rubbing her ass against my hand. "Now we can't eat the carrots."

Chanya calmly picked one of the cum-covered carrots and munched on it.

"Well?" she asked, turning to me, arms akimbo.

I tilted her face upward and we kissed. Placing my hands on her bum, I pulled her closer.

The feel of her soft breasts rubbing against my chest brought my flaccid penis to life. With a will o fits own, it swung upward until it was poking against her.

I pulled way and stepped out of my encumbering jeans. I pulled her to me again and began to take off her clothes, starting with her blouse. The bra she was wearing had holes through which her puffy, dark nipples poked. Little wonder I could feel them.

I unhooked the clasps of her bra and dumped it unceremoniously on the kitchen floor. I held both tits reverently, palming her nipples. When I took a nipple in my mouth, she let out an almost imperceptible sigh. I flicked my tongue around the hard bud, getting almost pleasure from pleasuring her as she got from being pleasured.

I knelt down on the floor and kissed her abdomen. I sucked briefly on her belly button and she giggled feverishly, trying half-heartedly to push my head away, yet enjoying the tickling sensation. As I played with her, I unzipped her skirt and let it fall in a puddle at her feet. I left off playing with her navel and leaned back as I tugged her panties down to reveal her landing strip.

There was a lot of moisture around her slit and her thighs were wet. She parted her legs automatically and I lapped at her entrance, seeking her clit with my tongue. When I found it, she came, as if on cue, her fluid pouring out like a deluge, hitting my tongue, chin and the floor. I held her bottom to steady her until the convulsions ceased.

When I rose to my feet her eyes were closed. I kissed her gently and she opened them.

"That was fantastic," she murmured. Her eyes opened wide and she let out a gasp when I drove my cock into her. I lifted her off the ground and moved her up and down my cock, while she had her hands around her neck and clung to me for dear life. I slammed her hard enjoying the wobble of her breasts on my chest and the way her breath got knocked out with each thrust.

I could tell she was on the brink of orgasm when her cunt tightened around me. She held me tighter as her juices gushed onto my cock. With a low growl, I came, covering her sugar walls with my spunk.

We spent a while catching our breaths, then we were at it again, fucking in every possible position. After what must have been her hundredth orgasm and my fifth, we slumped on the floor.

I looked up at the clock.

"We're never going to make it," I said tiredly.

"We can always..." she reached for my sore cock.

"The rice's burning," I pushed her hand away.

"Who cares?" she asked. She grabbed at me again...

Tennis

"Five-all," I announced as the green ball bounced off the boundary line on my side of the court. "Your game's improving, Miss Haskell."

Her game had been improving, but not so well as to catch up with me. I hadn't been playing at my best. I had been taking in her movements as she ran around the court, her breasts jiggling provocatively under her shirt as she returned my serves, wondering how it would feel to cup those perfect buttocks every time she bent over to pick the ball. Not the least reason hampering me was that you don't run around with a boner you're trying to hide between your legs.

"Thank you, Mr. Hinton", she smiled sweetly exposing that beautiful gap tooth. She bent over to pick one of the spare balls. Her grip was becoming firmer. I made a mental note to compliment her on it during one of the tantrums that come after I've pushed her too hard.

"I've told you to call me James," I said to her, as I waited for her to serve.

She stuck out her tongue. "I've told you to call me Helen."

"Okay Helen," I said. "That's not the way to stand -- your weight is not well distributed over your legs. You won't be able to recover easily if I make a well-placed shot to your right."

"Thank you, James," she smiled coquettishly at me.

I've never completely understood Helen Haskell. She's one of those innocent-looking ladies who never use a curse word, whose looks won't melt butter, although a little naughtiness seeps to the surface once in awhile. I wondered how she'd look on her knees sucking me off, impaled on my dick, or spreading her butt cheeks.

"Not another set of rules, James," she pouted. "Why don't we take a break?"

I wiped the sweat off my brow and walked into the house with her, my eyes on the shapely ass swinging from side to side in front of me. My concentration was so great that when she stopped, I didn't notice. I bumped into her and stopped.

The silence was deafening. We stood for almost an eternity, not daring to breath. My erection was poking against her ass. We both knew I was no longer the neighbor-turned-tennis-instructor when I reached around her and sliding my hands up her sides, stopped when her breasts were nestled in my palm.

She breathed again.

"I've been waiting for you to do that for a long time," her voice was perfectly calm, almost conversational as I kneaded her boobs.

"What's 'that'?" I asked, just as calmly.

"Play with my tits," she replied, pushing her ass back into my hard member.

"How long have you been waiting for this, Miss Haskell?" I teased. Her bum was still rubbing against my boner, sending shock waves through my body. I helped her off with her shirt and undid the clasps of her bra. I pulled on her taut nipples and she gasped.

"It's been quite a while. Ever since you moved... AH!" I had slipped my hands without warning into her shorts, and my fingers were playing at the entrance to her core. I slipped my thumbs into her, massaging her clit with my index fingers.

"I'm waiting for an answer, Miss Haskell," I teased into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.

Her response was a loud moan, and her body began to shake as she shot her liquid all over my fingers. wetting her shorts. The squirts were intense, racking her body and she had to lean even further against me to steady herself.

I withdrew my hands and spun her slowly around. She threw her hands around my neck. With an arm around her waist, and one just below her bottom, I lifted her off the ground and we kissed as I headed for the sofa.

I sat her down and lay her face down on my lap, her ass just below my gaze. I slipped off her white shorts and panties, and took my time admiring her proffered bum. I ran my hands lightly over it, enjoying the feel, caressing it almost with reverence.

I spread her cheeks slowly, but she didn't tense at my examination of this most private region. Nestled in the crack of her buttocks was the pink, wrinkly rosebud. She was breathing slowly and shallowly now.

I blew lightly on the nape of her neck, tracing a line down her spine and stopping at her tailbone. We both waited. I spread her ass even further, watching her asshole open up slightly, then wet my finger in the sweat around her ass crack.

"That tickles," she giggled when I stroked her anus in concentric circles, homing in on the entrance. Slowly, my finger sank in and I pulled most of it out just as slowly. Gradually increasing my pace, I began to finger fuck her ass. She reached behind her and spread them for me, her increasing moans signalling she was on the verge of coming. I stopped suddenly and pulled out, giving her two sharp swats.

"Fuck you, Mr Hinton," she whispered under her breath.

"Not yet," I mocked. "And the name's James."

"Let's take a shower," I announced. She got off my lap and together we eliminated my clothes.

She looked longingly at my cock and stroked it. I could see her mouth watering as she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. There was the slight pain when her teeth touched me accidentally, but she corrected quickly and I leaned back to enjoy the sensations. Unconsciously, I began to thrust into her mouth, grasping her behind her head and choking her on my cock.

"OOOf," she spluttered and I let go of her head, stopping my thrusting at the same time. She looked up at me, her clear brown eyes mesmerizing me as she licked me sensuously.

I stopped her when I was about to come. "Let's take a shower."

We raced to the shower. She was far more lithe on her feet than I was, and when I got in, she had run a bath and was standing under the shower, soaping her neck. I got in and took the soap from her, soaping her breasts and nipples, then turning her around to work on her back.

I had her bend over, then ran the soap in the crack of her ass. She held her buttocks open for me. I rubbed the soap in my hands, then inserted my slippery finger into her ass in one go. She began to rock back and forth, fucking my finger with her ass, getting more of my finger into her with each stroke.

With a shudder, she came and I had to hold her while she squirted all over the floor. She stood erect and I kissed her everywhere -- eyes, the tip of her nose, her tits, the nape of her neck, finally coming back to her lips.

She picked the soap and began to coat my cock with foam. I broke the kiss, watching her as she gave me a slippery handjob, juggling my balls in her other hand.

I shot my come onto her hand, grunting with each eruption of semen. Her hand kept going until I had it all out.

We rinsed the soap suds off ourselves and that was sufficient time for me to get aroused again. I bent her over, her hands gripping the bath and stabbed my cock into her from behind. It was a torrid fuck, wild and uninhibited with a kind of passion I'd never have guessed existed in her.

My grunts and her moans filled the air as we both came, her hips bucking back and forth even after I was done. I waited until she relaxed, then we got into the bath.

After we'd towelled ourselves dry and were dressed once again, I looked her over. She didn't look one bit like she'd just been fucked.

She saw me to the door, my swat on her rump the only reminder of what had transpired that afternoon.

As It Is

The melodious sound of her laughter wafted across the room and Ben stared out of the corner of his eye at the person who'd made her laugh. Not surprisingly, it was a man. She had her hand linked in his and she pressed against him in such a way he had little doubt it had brushed against her pert breast.

Ben readjusted his glasses and swallowed painfully, pretending to study his papers but actually going back to their meeting a few hours before.

He had walked into the auditorium, hoping to use the time before the seminar to practice his speech. Unfortunately, someone had had the idea before him and was prancing about on stage, notes held in front of her, obviously engrossed in mumbling to herself, scanning the invisible audience.

He walked towards the stage and stopped at the bottom to wipe his smudged glasses. When he put them on again, he was staring at a woman. He judged her to be in her mid-twenties with high cheekbones and that just-waking-up-from-sleep set of eyes peculiar to Asians.

He must have been staring too intently, because she stopped and stared back, arms akimbo. He didn't appear to notice.

'Well?' he r voice jerked him back to reality.

'Umm, hi,' he squeaked. 'Benjamin...' what was his surname?

'Kim,' she said, saving him. 'Are you one of the speakers?'

'Yes,' he replied, sweat breaking out on his forehead. He'd just noticed something which required some delicate handling. Her skirt was not indecent, but with the full glare of the lights behind her, he could make out her dark triangle. He gulped.

'Nice to meet you,' she said. 'I was just practicing.'

'Your skirt,' he blurted out before he could stop himself.

'What about it?' she asked.

He couldn't go any further. She looked down, and said,'Oh!' without any embarrassment while he colored, looking away.

'Thank you Mr Benjamin. May I call you Benjamin?' she asked as she gathered up her notes.

'My friends call me Ben,' he said, slightly bolder.

'Mine call me Kim,' she smiled sweetly at him. 'I've got to run.'

She hurried out of the hall and he found a seat, a little too excited to practice after what he had just seen.

'Here he is!' someone cried, jolting him out of his reverie.

He looked up sheepishly as Kim settled in the chair beside him.

'Thanks for the warning Prof,' she said putting an arm around him. She turned to her companion,'Ben saved me a great deal of embarrassment today.'

She introduced hem both, and ordered some wine. They chatted, and he noticed she noticed she touched both of them a lot, Reason told him she loved touching people, but something deep down spoke of a special meaning the times she touched him.

Herbert left and they found themselves alone, talking of all kinds of things. Gradually, her speech became slurred and he realized she was getting tipsy. He offered to take her up to her room.

They went up in the elevator and he had to hold her up to prevent her from collapsing while he searched through her handbag for her keys. Instead, he encountered the usual jungle in ladies' handbags -- makeup, mirrors and various odds and ends. He finally found it but she had almost passed out. He had to carry her the rest of the way.

Once in the room, she straightened up and pushed him with a strength he found surprising. He landed unceremoniously in the sofa and she straddled his chest.

'What the...?' he began.

'Shut up,' she pinched his lips shut, then released them. 'Well?'

'You weren't drunk?' he asked.

'Of course not,' she said, smiling at him when his midsection jerked. Her hand had found its way into his pants and was fondling him through his boxers. His pipe elongated and pushed against his trousers. She unzipped him and freed his cock.

Kim leaned towards Ben and kissed him on the lips. He was not a great kisser so she took charge, her tongue and lips playing games in and out of his mouth as she stroked his hot penis.

She disengaged and got off his chest, as she began to strip. He watched her, following the gentle swell of her small breasts as they came into view, down past her navel and stopping at her mound on which there was a luxuriant growth of black hair. As she took each item off, she folded it in half and placed it carefully on the table -- including her white panties.

She swung a leg across his chest, presenting her ass to him as she took his cock into her mouth. He spread her butt cheeks and buried his tongue inside her. It was an almost comical sight -- the little lady stretched all the way across his seven foot frame, trying to take all of his monster cock into her mouth while his huge Roman nose bored into her sweaty asshole as he tried to get his tongue into her pink slit.

He hadn't shaved for a while, and soon his rough chin and cheek began to take it's toll on her thighs. She got off him and rummaged in her handbag, returning with a condom which she expertly slipped on him. At that moment his cock became flaccid, the latex hanging off it limply. He was deeply mortified.

He sat on the sofa, perfectly ridiculous in his glasses and suit with a limp dick sticking out of his trousers.

'It's okay' she cooed, going into her bedroom to fetch something. It smelt like menthol and looked slightly greasy. He watched her uneasily as she applied it all over his cock. It was hot in a way that wasn't heat.

'What's this stuff?' he asked, alarmed. His cock quickly became blood-engorged. He was so hard it began to ache.

'Chinese balm,' she said, smearing the last of it on his cock. She picked the condom off the carpet and tossed it in the wastebasket, fetching a fresh one from her handbag. She unfurled it over him and sat on his cock.

He grabbed her small ass in his big hands, the urgency of the burning sensation in his member urging him on. He slammed into her all nine inches of him. She loved a rough fucking, moaning her pleasure as the feelings began to climb.

As quickly as he had begun, he held onto her and ejaculated, leaving her behind. She tried to move, but he was already limp.

'Ben,' she whispered. He was fast asleep, snoring like a locomotive.

She sighed with resignation as she headed for the drawer where she kept her vibrator...

Fraulein

Henry refused to admit to anyone, but deep down inside him, he was scared of his boss. Her frosty glare combined with her cold beauty told him she was quite dangerous if one got on the wrong side of her.

When Kim, her pretty Korean secretary came to summon him in person, he was seized by a cold chill. She could have placed a call to him from the office but it appeared she wanted to warn him.

'Hello Kim,' he reached for her bottom. She slapped his hand away, plainly indicating their usual foray wasn't on today.

'The Boss wants you,' she said. 'I think you're in some kind of trouble.'

Henry's fears were confirmed.

'Tell me Kim,' he said. 'Do you have any idea what it is I have done?'

She left without saying a word and Henry was left to deal with his fears alone. He sat at his desk twiddling his thumbs in despair.

His head buzzing with trepidation, he made his way to her office. Kim refused to meet his eye. She just nodded him towards the door. He stepped in and shut the door behind him, waiting for her to acknowledge his presence.

'Mr Henry,' she said without looking up. For some reason, she had a dislike for him, always referring to him as if he was a stranger and he was obliged to do the same.

'At your service Fraulein,' he said. She looked up , a look of surprise on her face. The moment passed and her face was inscrutable once again.

'You speak German?' she asked.

'I'm Swiss,' he said. 'As you well know, I was picked because I spoke French, Italian and German fluently.'

'I see,' she said in such a way as to dispel the familiarity which he had tried to establish. 'From now on, I'm Miss Antje -- don't you ever call me Fraulein again.'

'Yes ma'am,' he said, slightly irked that she had impolitely left him standing but too afraid to ask to sit down.

'Good,' she said. 'It has come to my notice that you've been using the company's resources for non-company work.'

'I don't understand, Miss Antje,' he said.

'I'm not going to play games with you,' she said. 'You have been viewing pornography on the company computer assigned to you.'

He stood open-mouthed, staring down at her, deeply mortified that his secret had been found out.

'And our security cameras have picked you harassing Miss Kyung on several occasions. She has however, decided not to press charges against you.'

Of course Kim would have lied to cover her ass -- she was his girlfriend, but the secret was known to only both of them.

'Even if it was consensual, we maintain a "no sex between employees policy here",' she continued. 'I am highly disappointed in you, Mr Henry. Do you have an explanation?'

He stood like a five-year-old, looking down at his feet, refusing to meet her gaze.

'I'm sorry,' he said in a hoarse voice.

'Being sorry won't repair the damage,' her words sliced into his heart like a blunt, rusty knife. 'You have hundreds of pictures of women's anuses on your computer -- such funny porn to look at.'

'I'm leaving,' he said, anger giving him courage. He unpinned his identity card from his shirt and tossed it onto her desk, then spun on his heel and headed for the door.

'I'm not finished with you Mr Henry!' she called after him.

'I no longer work for you,' he flung back and exited the office.

'Henry!' Kim called after him trying to catch up with him in her high-heeled shoes. With his long strides however, he soon left her behind.

He drove aimlessly around the city for a while, then stopped at the park to take a walk and decide on things. He was however, too disturbed to think about anything and decided to head home.

He pulled up next to a green Audi, too engrossed in his misfortune to realize none of his neighbours drove a green Audi -- his boss did. He took his keys from his pocket, jingling them as he approached the door.

Someone was sitting on the steps, but since he wasn't wearing his glasses, he could not tell who it was. He could however, tell it was a woman and his heart beat loudly as he imagined it was Kim come to demand an explanation.

When he drew near, the woman looked up at him and a shock, like a bolt of electricity shot through him. It was Antje.

'What are you doing here?' he asked coldly. 'You'd better leave before I call the cops.'

'I've come to explain,' her voice was cracked, and he could tell she had been crying when he observed her red eyes.

'By golly, you'd better have a good explanation,' he swore. 'Spit it out and be on your way.'

'Won't you even invite me in?' she asked.

Henry stood for a while, a frown on his lips as he debated within himself if it was worth it. 'Come in.'

She walked into the house and stood, waiting for him to invite her to sit. He felt a certain petty satisfaction as he poured himself a drink and stretched himself out on the sofa, looking up at her.

'Well?' he prompted, sipping his drink with relish.

'I'm sorry,' she said in a little voice. She held her handbag in both hands and stared at her feet, rubbing the toes of her pumps against each other.

'About?' he sat up, curious. 'Weren't you justified?'

'Almost all the men look at porn in the company,' she said, a blush covering her face and extending to her neck as she said. 'I do too.'

'Hmmmm,' he said.

'I've had feelings for you for quite a while,' she blushed even redder, becoming more agitated. 'I was so jealous of you and my secretary so I installed cameras in your office.'

'That explains it,' he said. 'Unfortunately, I don't feel the same way towards you and you have humiliated me enough. I'll have my resignation letter in tomorrow.'

Her lower lip trembled, and he thought she was going to cry again.

'What do you want then?' he asked.

She stood for a while, not answering him. Suddenly, her hands went to her throat and she unbuttoned her suit, revealing a pink lacy bra. She undid the straps , baring her breasts. Henry sat still, refusing to believe his eyes.

She unzipped her skirt , and kicking off her pumps, divested herself of her clothes until she stood completely naked before him. Henry should have called the cops, or stopped her as soon as he saw her undress before him, but he was so fascinated watching her, no doubt controlled by the snaky monster in his trousers that he stared dumbly, waiting impatiently for the next portion of her body to be unveiled.

She stood looking down at her feet, as naked as the day she was born. Long neck, medium breasts, flat tummy, light bush... Henry's eyes travelled down, appraising her features, even as he got harder.

'So what's the meaning of this?' he asked.

'I want you,' she said simply, walking towards him, still too embarrassed to look him in the face. She stopped with her pubes directly in front of him and pulled his head to her.

Henry felt his tongue dart out of his mouth of its own accord and bury itself in her sweet-tasting slit. He licked her hungrily, reaching for her buttocks and pulling her tightly to his face.

She moaned, calling is name,'Henry' with a tenderness he'd never have guessed existed in her, and he increased his attentions. She came again and again, flooding his tongue with her liquid, her legs quaking from the paroxysms that went through her. He held her firmly, as he sensed she was too weak to stand and lifted her onto the sofa.

If her legs were weak, her hands were not. Like a tigress, she unzipped his trousers quickly, tugging them down with along with his boxers, freeing his aching cock which pointed straight up as soon as it left its restraints.

Without much ado, she took him into her mouth and began to suck him with an urgency that had him try to hold her back to go slower so he wouldn't come so soon. He found himself unable to control her bobbing head so he wet his thumb in his mouth and reached between the cheeks of her ass, searching for the crinkly rosebud.

As he found her pucker and began to slip his finger in, she took her head off his cock.

'I had an idea you'd do that soon,' she said.

'Do what?' he pretended not to know, still worming his finger past her sphincter. He wanted to hear her say it.

'Play with my anus,' she blushed. 'You have an anus fetish don't you?'

'Sort of,' he replied, finally getting his finger in and moving it in and out. The tightness began to reduce as he fingered her, and soon he was doing it with ease.

'Do you ever touch Kim's?' she asked, bolder now at discussing this forbidden area.

'She won't let me,' Henry replied, adding a second finger.

'Are you going to have sex with me in the anus?' she asked, a slight look of alarm on her face.

'You mean, am I going to fuck your ass?' he teased, her asshole relaxing to accommodate his two fingers.

'Yes,' she blushed.

'No,' he replied. 'I don't think that's something I'll ever do. Looking at it and playing with it is something I'm quite content with.'

She was no longer blushing. Instead, there was a naughty, impish smile on her face as she stood up, his fingers leaving her ass. She bent over in font of him, spreading her cheeks, revealing her pink wrinkled hole to him.

'This is unbecoming of a lady, Fraulein,' he mocked, returning his finger to her ass, getting it easily in.

She moaned, crying out as she came again, her asshole holding his finger in until she relaxed.

He pulled her down onto his lap, cupping her breasts for the first time, running his hands over her hard nipples. They kissed, her lipstick smearing all over his lips as their tongues tangoed, his hands still fondling her ample tits.

His thighs were wet from her pussy, and her ass on his lap had bent his cock, causing him some pain. He lifted her a little, and entered her with a sharp jab. She gasped, holding him tightly as he began to fuck her.

'Harder,' she whispered in his ear and he began to bang her for all he was worth. The sharp intake of breath told him she was about to come. He was right there with her, flooding the walls of her pussy with his semen.

When the intensity of their lovemaking had passed, she asked quietly,'So are you still leaving?'

'No,' he said.

'Ahh,' she gasped as his finger entered her ass again. 'What's going to happen with Kim?'

He was silent.

'Kim doesn't let you touch her asshole but I do,' her voice was small again and he realized that this lady was despite all appearances, still a child at heart.

Photoshop

I opened the door slowly, careful not to make any noise. I let my eyes wander lazily around the room. Halfway on it's journey, I stopped.

Just outside the window, the pink flesh of his cock showing through his fist, Henry was jerking off, oblivious to my presence. His hand travelled up and down his shaft, stroking it with fervor. A picture lay before him, and that was obviously the focus of his attention..

Somehow, someway, I knew who was in the picture.

It was me.

His mouth hung open like a panting dog as he went at it more furiously than ever, bucking his hips as he orgasmed. I watched his pulsing cock as the thick white spunk shot upwards in rhythmic jets. I heard him sigh behind the window as he wiped himself with a handkerchief.

I left the office, shaken more at my brazenness in watching my colleague masturbate than at the wetness I felt between my legs. I felt a certain urge to have my own masturbation session, but my friend Lisa was in the office. I wondered what my office mate would think of me.

Att lunch time I waited for Henry to leave his office, then snuck in and went to his desk. The picture was lying on his desk and I picked it up for a closer look. The woman had my face and my features but she had slightly bigger breasts. She was holding the peaked twins to the viewer and I wondered how Henry had made the manipulation.

"Photoshop," a voice said behind me, answering my unspoken question.

I stood still, not daring to move, staring blankly at the paper in my hand.

"I'm afraid the star whose picture I used in the picture had slightly bigger mammaries," Henry's voice came from behind me. "You must have watched me back there didn't you?"

I nodded mechanically, unable to speak.

Suddenly, my right breast was in his hand. He held me intimately, rubbing my nipple through my blouse. I bit my lower lip, letting the sensations take control.

He turned me around slowly. He placed his hand under my chin to tilt my face upward, then leaned down and kissed me. My knees grew weak with desire. I placed my hand on his chest and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

He stopped me, pulling away from me and holding me some distance away.

'The pleasure's all going to be yours," he said, squeezing both my breasts gently in his huge hands. Placing his hands around my waist, he pulled me to him and we resumed kissing, his hand going lower. He unzipped my skirt, letting it fall and settle in a puddle around my feet while he pulled my panties a little way down.

His fore finger penetrated me from below, his thumb massaging my clit. I moaned into his mouth as he fingered me with dexterity. My orgasm hit me like a shockwave and I went faint, his firm arms lifting my limp body and placing me on my back on his desk.

I felt him part my legs, then felt his hot breath on my thighs. I almost came even before his tongue touched my clit, moving in slow smooth strokes from the shaft to the hood. I ran my hands through his hair, urging him on, desperate to come and come again.

He lifted my legs above my head, and began to kiss me all over my ass -- smooth, feathery kisses that left a tingling in the skin of my bum. I sighed contentedly, half wishing he would go back to sucking on my clit.

I jerked involuntarily when his tongue touched my asshole. It was a new feeling -- so naughty, yet so wonderful -- as his wet tongue rimmed me. He varied the pressure -- light like a feather sometimes, hard and insistent other times. I could feel another orgasm building up wherever they come from.

The replacement was so sudden I had another jolt. One minute, he was swabbing my asshole with his tongue and the next, his finger, coated in my wetness was inside. My sphincter clenched around his finger, and I tried to relax.

He moved gently, giving me time to get used to the foreign object within my ass. I relaxed, his finger sliding in and out of my proffered ass while he rubbed my clit.

I came again, out of the plethora of wonderful sensations coursing through me, dimly aware of his finger sawing in and out of my ass.

Everything dissolved in an annoying RRRRRRRRRING.

My alarm clock went off, bringing me back to the present. I got up slowly, half-wishing my dream had run to its conclusion.

Dr. Temple

The young lady in the starched white gown was staring intently at me. I stared back coolly, matching her gaze.

'Hello Mr Bauer,' she held out her hand. I took it.

'Hello Nurse,' I took it.

'Doctor Temple,' she corrected. 'Is this your first physical?'

'Er, yes,' I replied.

She walked over to the bed and smoothed the sheets.

'Over her please,' she said. I walked to the bed and stood facing her.

'We'll need to get your clothes off,' she said.

'Everything?' I asked with horror.

'Most -- at least for now,' she smiled. 'You can leave your underwear on -- although I'll have to examine your genitals towards the end.'

I took off my clothes, leaving my boxers on. As I undressed, I sensed she was enjoying watching me strip, despite the professional straight face she kept.

I sat on the bed and she tapped my knee with a rubber hammer.

'Good reflexes,' she said. 'I need you to lie on your back now.'

She ran her hand lightly over my stomach, palpating my stomach gently.

'Feel any pain?' she asked.

'No,' I replied. She took down some notes, then went to fetch her stethoscope.

My eyes followed her as she walked, mostly fixed on her firm ass clearly outlined in her white trousers. As she bent over her desk, my little friend came to life in my boxers. I quickly slipped my hand into my boxers and stuffed my cock between my legs.

She returned with a sthethoscope and placed the cold metal against my chest. I shivered slightly as I observed the tops of her breasts that showed through her gown while she looked at her watch.

'Relax, Mr Bauer,' she said when she looked up. 'We're not having military pracice yet. Why don't you keep your feet slightly apart and relax your shoulders?'

I complied without thinking and a bulge appeared in my boxers. I blushed, wishing the ground would open and take me in.

'It's a normal reaction, Mr Bauer,' I heard her say. 'There's no need to be ashamed.'

My obstinate cock steadily got harder as her hands moved over my body.

'Could you get your boxers off for me?' she asked. With some trepidation, I slipped them off and my 8-inch boner came into view.

'You're a well-endowed man, Mr Bauer,' she said, obviously to make me feel easy as she took my penis in her gloved hand and holding it straight up, gave me a sharp tap. I gave a yelp as my cock deflated instantly.

'I'm sorry -- I can't examine you with an erection,' she said, by way of explanation.

I got hard almost immediately, causing me another measure of embarassment.

'Am I really that enticing?' she asked, stroking me. I gulped, knowing she wasn't holding me in a professional capacity any longer.

I watched dry throated as her head descended slowly and she took my cock in her mouth.

'Er...' I stammered. 'Is this part of the examination?'

She released me to answer,'What do you think?' with a smile on her face.

She fellated me slowly, then gradually increased her pace. I tried to keep from coming but she was obviously an expert. It'd been long since I got laid. I shot a huge load into her mouth and she gagged on my cock.

I sat up, alarmed, cradling her head in my lap.

'Are you okay?' I asked. She nodded, swallowing. I cupped her breasts in both hands and fondled them. I could feel her hard nipples through her blouse as I rubbed.

I leaned towards her and we kissed - one of those desperate kisses by people who know they have little time. I could taste the saltiness of my come on her tongue as I moved my hand behind and grasped her ass cheeks.

She pulled away and looked at her watch.

'We don't have much time,' she said.

I unzipped her white slacks and tugged it halfway down, along with her panties. Her pubic hair was trimmed very low, and when I parted her legs, there were glistening drops of wetness on the hair surrounding her core. Without much ado, I buried my tongue inside the pinkness of her cunt.

She squeezed me with her legs, almost suffocating me as I explored her depths, occasionally flicking my tongue against her swollen clit. I reached behind her, and traced a line from the base of her spine until I found her sphincter.

I traced a line around the rim and she shivered. Weting my finger with some saliva, I slipped it inside her asshole thrusting slowly in and out, getting more of my finger in with each thrust.

Her hands moved behind her and she held her ass apart for my finger. I looked up at her standing over me, face upward, eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent scream and I paid more attention to her clit.

Before long, she came, her hot liquid running into my mouth and down my chin. Her legs gripped my head tighter, suffocating me as her body was wracked with the vibrations of her coming.

Slowly, she released me. We didn't say a word to each other as I went to the sink to wash my hands and face. I dressed quickly while she signed the results of my physical.

'Goodbye Mr Bauer,' she called after me as I got to the door. 'Keep in shape.'

Apologies

I must apologize to my [small] readership for being away for so long. I might have something for you -- soon...

Curtis

Curtis was one of those shy, handsome brothers, six feet tall, but without a girlfriend -- at least as far as I could tell. He was always reading one of 'them books' and had almost completely lost his Ebonics.

I'm a 22-year-old sista -- cute, great ass and all, and I'd recently split up with my boyfriend -- turns out he was going out with two of us, and it made me mad when I found out. He wasn't such a good lover anyway, so I guess I didn't miss much.

I practically had to ask Curtis out to the dance -- I'd noticed him checking me out a few times, and he sure was goodlooking but he was too timid to make a move.

He picked me up at the agreed time and when he didn't kiss me, I planted a peck on his cheek, leaving lipstick on it. He didn't notice. We drove in silence, and I wondered how our date was going to be -- heck even strangers talk when you're with them.

When we got in and made straight for the dance floor, I could hear all those girls hating on me, looking my guy over. I clung to his arm and smiled at everyone.

Surprisingly, he could dance very well. He stood a little away from me, as if scared to touch me. I pressed myself into his arms and put his hands around my waist. We danced and danced, my boobs rubbing against his chest -- and I could feel the quick beat of his heart.

His hands moved slightly down, and an electric thrill shot through me as his hands held my ass. I rubbed myself against him and felt something hard. My eyes went down, my naughty thoughts confirmed -- he was sporting a huge boner.

'You're hard aren't you?' I whispered coquettishly in his ear.

'You've got great buttocks,' he whispered back. I was shocked. I mean, it's one thing to tell someone she's got a nice ass -- but buttocks? Those books have really twisted his mind.

The music stopped and I led him to a table in the corner. It was one of those places where you sit close with your knees touching each other.

'You dance very well, Curtis,' I said, leaning closer.

'Thanks,' he smiled shyly.

'Well there are a few things you're going to have to learn if you go out with me,' I said, placing a hand on his thigh.

He nodded, swallowing.

'If you want to fuck me,' I grabbed his cock through his trousers. He jerked in his seat. 'If you want to fuck me, you've got to learn the lingo.'

I unzipped his trousers. His boxers were one of those with a slit in front. The head of his dick was already out so I fished it completely out.

'You don't say buttocks -- it's ass,' I continued, wrapping my hand around his meat and jerking him underneath the table. 'You don't talk about your penis -- it's a dick.'

'Or a cock,' he said, his voice tense.

'You're learning fast,' I cooed, my hand going up an down with smooth, excruciatingly sensuous strokes. He bit his lips. 'I don't have a vulva -- you say pussy.'

He wasn't listening to me -- his eyes were focused somewhere distant as if he was in La-la-Land, and I could tell he would have been bucking his hips if he hadn't cared about drawing attention to himself. I stepped up my tempo.

'How many girls have you fucked?' I asked.

'Dunno,' he said, stifling a grunt as he came, spewing his seed all over my fingers and on the bottom of the table.I released his cock and brought my cum-stained hand to my lips, licking each finger slowly while smiling naughtily at him. His eyes were riveted on my lips and I could tell he wanted to kiss me. I reached under the table and zipped him up, leaning forward for a quick peck.

'The last thing is you don't have to ask me before you touch me,' I said. 'Let's get going.'

He didn't even complain that he hadn't had a drink yet. We slunk out of the place and headed for the parking lot where he promptly lifted my skirt and placed his hand on my buttocks. He spent a while just feeling them, and I realized he must have fantasized about them for quite while.

He had me sit on the trunk and pushing my panties aside, he began to tongue me. I moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard me, rubbing his shoulders gently as his long wet tongue flicked in and out of me. I usually scream when I come, but this time I bit my lower lip as the waves of pleasure washed over me.

I lay limp, enjoying the cool breeze on my vulva and thighs.

'Are you ready?' I heard Curtis say. I spread my legs wider in reply. He placed his penis into me, completely filling me up. He proceeded to give me the wildest fuck of my life, hitting me with the power of each thrust.

I came again and again, as his piston moved in and out of me in a frenzy. He began to groan, and I knew he was about to come. I held him to me as he shot inside of me, breathing heavily from the exertion.

He pulled out of me and I wiped us with some Kleenex I got out of my bag.

'Would you like another go?' he asked.

'Let's get home and see,' I said. He was already getting hard again, so we spent quite a while getting him to fit in his trousers before getting in the car.

This is a bit hasty, and I'm trying to gauge the reaction to my new style. More quality stuff later.

Esmeralda

She was ugly as hell, hair scraped back in a bun, the skin tight around the corners of her eyes and lips, but she did have shapely legs -- at least anytime they showed outside one of those her shapeless dresses. When I walked in on a Monday, hangover still hitting my head like a sledgehammer and my boss announced,'You'll be working with Esmeralda,' I sighed out loud.

'I know she's unpleasant to work with,' she silenced my protests with a wave of her hand. 'I also know you're a charmer. You should both work well together.'

I left her office crestfallen, a huge stack of files under one arm. In my office, I picked up the office directory and looked up her name. With some trepidation, I picked the phone and dialed her number.

'Esmeralda Alfonso,' the voice was cold, lacking humanity. This was turning out not to be such a good idea after all.

'Um...um,' I'd forgotten my name. 'I was supposed to work with you...'

'Oh, you,' she said nonchalantly. 'Shall I come over to your office or would you prefer that we met in mine?'


'I'll... er... come over,' I said quickly and dropped the phone as if I were holding a red hot potato. I picked the files and walked down to her office, praying I'd be able to leave unscathed.

I knocked twice, my heart literally in my mouth.

'Come in,' she called.

I walked in, then stopped at what I saw. The office was spic and span. Not a file on her desk was out of order, and I noticed for the first time that she was a neat freak. She looked up at me from behind her thick glasses and with a nod of her head, indicated a seat.

'Hi,' I grinned. 'I see we're going to have a good time working together.'

'Not if I can help it,' she leaned slightly towards me. 'Let's finish this as quickly as we can and pray we never meet again.'

I sat looking at her, openmouthed. I never expected something this unprofessional.

'Ok, I'll cut it,' she placed her soft hand over mine, a smile adding a touch of humanity to her face. 'You're the first guy who's actually tried to be nice. Let's get to work.'

The firm we were auditing had a lot of records -- apparently, my boss had given me one half and she the other. We made small talk as we worked and my usual wisecracks got her giggling.

The phone rang just as we were laughing over something I'd said. She answered it, listened for a few minutes then replaced it.

'We have to turn the records in by noon tomorrow,' she said, turning to me.

'Which means we'll have to work all night,' I moaned. 'I hate working in the office.'

'My place or your place?' she asked.

'Yours,' I replied. 'Seven?'

'Seven's fine,' she replied. We gathered up the files and took them to her car. I felt accomplished having achieved something akin to taming a shrew.

I arrived at her place seven on the dot. I spent quite a while ringing her doorbell and would have walked away had the door not opened.

I was standing face to face with a stunning beauty dressed in a flimsy gown. Her hair was wet and she was panting.

'Hello,' I said, trying to keep my eyes from wandering. 'I'm looking for Miss Alfonso. Does she live here?'

'Do I look different?' Esmeralda's voice came from the lady standing in front of me.

'What the...' I looked her over, realizing it was her -- the aquiline nose and the pursed lips certainly looked more tempting now.

'Come in,' she held the door open. 'I just got out of the shower -- I'm sorry I overslept.'

I was still too tongue-tied to say a word. I sat on the sofa, my eyes following her as she walked to the bar to get me a drink. Her gown had stuck in the cleft of her buttocks and I watched her hips swing from side to side as she walked.

She returned with a glass of wine and handed me an album.

'I need to get dressed,' she said. 'Won't take long.'

I wasn't listening to her. My eyes were fixed on the tops of her breasts that showed outside her gown.

'Are you with me?' she asked with mock anger in her voice. I took the proffered glass and album, then watched her ass as she walked to the bedroom.

She emerged some minutes later in a conservative gown, although it showed off more of her figure than the shapeless ones she wore to the office. We sat together on the sofa, looking through her pictures together.

'That was in Valencia,' she said as I turned the page. A lump caught in my throat. She was standing naked with her hands lifted over her head, a smile directed at whoever was holding the camera. My eyes traveled slowly down, past her lovely neck to her perfect breasts, down... down... until they stopped at her light bush.

'Nice picture,' I commented drily, looking at the next page. In this one she was sitting crosslegged in a beach chair. Her pink pussy lips peeked out at me from under her. Something stirred in my trousers. I adjusted my legs, repositioning my erection in the process.

'Just nice?' she asked in a throaty voice. This was a new side of Esmeralda I'd never seen before.

'Just nice,' I said. 'Shall we get on with the auditing?'

She stared at me for a while as if she couldn't believe me. Her face clouded and she left the room abruptly. I waited for a while, then decided to check on her in the bedroom.

She was sobbing into her pillow. I stood in the doorway, not knowing what to do. After some time, I approached her bed and sat down on it. I placed a hand on her shoulder and tried to pull the pillow away.

She hit me with it and I fell to the floor. I sat p, my erection very prominent now.

'Mama mia!' Esmeralda exclaimed in a very Spanish accent. 'Ees hard!'

She sat in my lap and we stared into our eyes. She had really lovely, green eyes and when I looked into them I was lost. She hadn't been crying -- it was all a sham.

Our first kiss was like the brush of feathers against my lips, then her tongue found its way into my mouth. She had quite a tongue -- one minute in this part of my mouth, the next in another. I couldn't believe this prude could kiss so sensuously.

Her bottom was applying some pressure on my hard cock so I had to lift her off my lap onto the carpet. She took control from there.

While she unbuttoned my shirt, she bit my ear and neck, running her tongue over them. I never believed I could get aroused so strongly just from getting kissed on my neck. As soon as my shirt was out of the way, she fastened her lips on my right nipple, licking around it and taking it into her mouth. She then repeated her actions on my left one, pulling on the hair on my chest with her fingers. She had sensuous lips -- that's for sure.

Her hands had been busy on my trousers. I had to lift my ass above the floor for her to tug my trousers and boxers down. She ignored my cock and took one of my balls into her mouth rolling it around, her mischievous tongue at work on it. She alternated between one ball and the other, then without any warning took my straining cock into her mouth. I was afraid I would come any moment but she definitely had some skill . I was so hard, it was beginning to hurt.

Her mouth worked up and down my shaft, teasing, urging me on, then pulling back at the last moment. I tried to fuck her mouth but she just held me in one position, letting me know who was boss. I gave in to her, waiting for her to make me come. She didn't.

She released my cock, softened with her saliva, and began to undress. Her breasts were smooth and standing, even more spectacular in the flesh than the photos I'd seen in her album. She held one out to me and I took her nipple in my mouth. It was long and hard and I enjoyed playing with it, a bit disappointed in the interval between when she pulled away and switched me to the other.

My hand went behind her and squeezed her supple buttocks. They were soft but firm and I found myself just content to fondle them, but she had other ideas. She got to her feet and stepped out of her panties, then stood over me, holding her pussy open.

I couldn't say no. My tongue dived into her muff and she began to babble some Spanish gibberish as I ate her out. I never realized how close she was to orgasm or I'd have denied her the same pleasure she did me. She let out a scream, her juices flooding my tongue and running down my chin.

When she had calmed down, she got on all fours and spread her ass cheeks for me. This was an invitation I couldn't miss. The sight of this cultured lady in such an obscene posture showing me her brown asshole and pink pussy got me harder than ever. I knelt behind her and drove my cock into her in one stroke. She let out a gasp.

I began to slam her with all my might. She went into a frenzy again, screaming unintelligible gibberish, never saying the same word twice. My thumbs dug into the skin in the crack of her ass as I fucked her with reckless abandon.

In the moment before I came, my thumb slipped into her asshole, shocking her and triggering her response. I must have come for two full minutes, my dick twitching inside her and sending spurt after spurt of my hot jism into her.

My cock got soft and I pulled out slowly. She still remained on her knees, her ass in the air, her hands still holding it open.

'Esmeralda,' I remembered what I came for. 'We've got some auditing to do.'

'Fake... phone call...' she said tiredly.

'Madre de Dios!' I exclaimed, picking some Spanish out of the air. My cock jumped to life...

Desk Escapade

Sarah the receptionist was bent over the desk, her tantalizing rear standing out like a beacon calling out to me. The elbow of one hand rested on the formica-topped desk while the other hand cradled a receiver into which she cooed softly.

I stepped around her high chair, and keeping well out of sight, placed a hand on her brazenly stuck out bum and ran it lightly over her bottom. She turned her head slightly and shot me a rather spiteful glance but continued talking.

I fondled one cheek, then the other, growing bolder by the minute. She wiggled her ass angrily, trying to shake off my hand.

I lifted her skirt and snuck my hand into her panties. I found her cunthole and pushed my thumb in. She clamped her legs shut, effectively trapping me in her.

My forefinger was right at the other side so I tickled her stiff clit with it. She sighed softly into the phone and her legs parted slowly. I replaced my thumb with a finger and when she was slippery enough, added another.

She rocked back and forth, getting wetter and wetter. I was surprised at how calm her voice was as she came, her juices running down my fingers.

I knelt behind her and tugged her panties to her knees, hiking her skirt up and spreading the lobes of her buttocks. Her pink rosebud sank in as she tensed, realizing that was the object of my attention, and I intended to play with it. Hers was a pretty asshole -- slightly dark around the rim and bright pink where the wrinkles converged. I rubbed one of my still-wet fingers around it. She wouldn't budge.

I noticed she had hair growing around the perimeter of her anus. Holding a tuft between my thumb and forefinger, I pulled gently. Her sphincter relaxed and I quickly slipped the tip of a finger in.

She didn't put up any more resistance and my finger sank slowly into her ass, past the last knuckle to the hilt. Suddenly, her butthole clamped down on my finger. I waited, wiggling it inside her.

Slowly, I fingered her, gradually increasing my tempo until she had another orgasm. I pulled my finger out and watched her asshole close up.

I got off my knees and unzipped my trousers, taking out my penis and coming to stand beside her at the receptionist desk. She found my erect cock under the table and began to stroke me as she rounded up her conversation.

She looked at me, then scanned the hotel lobby. It was empty so she got under the desk and took me into her mouth. I leaned on the desk, trying to look as calm as possible as her tongue traced fire on the underside of my dick and her warm, wet mouth moved up and down my shaft.

A family walked in and I booked them in, signaling a bellboy to take them to their suite. Sarah's mouth continued to work wonders on me underneath the desk.

As soon as the lobby was clear again, I pulled her up and we kissed, hands cupping her breasts for the first time. I didn't want to spoil her appearance so I bent her over and entered her from behind.

'Wha if someone comes in?' she asked as I fucked her.

'We'll take that risk' I said, lightheaded, my hips moving furiously as I slammed in and out of her. We came the same time, my spunk shooting into her. I quickly cleaned us up with a wad of tissues and we made ourselves presentable, then stood at the receptionist desk making small talk.

'You like taking risks,' she commented, eyeing me over her half-moon glasses. 'What if someone stumbled on us?'

'We had an audience,' I replied, nodding towards the door.

I'll never forget the look on her face as she turned slowly and saw our boss standing in the doorway, her cheeks flushed.

*

Counsel

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Smooth as a Feather

My breakup with Dan was still tugging at my heart. Ours had been a tempestuous relationship -- wild and crazy passionate love-making, vacations in exotic places... We eventually broke up when he confessed to me his love for bondage and showed me the red weals gotten from a recent visit to a dominatrix.

I can take nearly everything, except sex that has to do with pain so I broke up with him, despite all his pleading. By some evil turn of fate, the five men I went out with shortly afterward were into BDSM as well. I began to avoid men. My vibrator worked long hours, but it could never be a substitute for the long thick penises of men I had come to enjoy --- the feeling when that hot throbbing piece of male flesh goes past either of my set of lips defies description.

I loved penises, but they never came 'standalone' -- they had to come attached to that annoying thing called a man. I assumed I'd never be able to find a real man who cared about me. How wrong I was.

We met in the park when I was taking a walk to shrug off my boredom. He was somewhere in his early twenties -- 23 at most -- with short hair and a very enticing smile. I guessed he was from somewhere in Africa -- he said Nigeria -- when I first heard the accent.

From the beginning I was outrageous. When we talked, his eyes never left my chest and I loved the way he ogled my breasts.

'Are you talking to me or to my breasts?' I asked sweetly. He jerked his gaze guiltily away from them and looked away

After a while, he said,'They're pretty, you know...'

We spent some time talking until it was completely dark.

'Where do you live?' he asked. 'A lady shouldn't walk home all by herself in the dark. I'll take you home.'

It was a corny line, but I decided the hell with it -- I just might get fucked silly tonight. Outside my door, he hesitated shyly.

'Come on in,' I kicked off my shoes and went to the bar to pour him a drink. He perched lightly on the sofa taking everything in with his eyes.

'Nice place,' he said.

'Thanks,' I replied from the bar, as I dropped ice into two glasses.

He must have moved very swiftly and silently, because the next thing I felt was his hot breath on my ear as he licked lightly along the skin of my neck. I shivered.

Emboldened, he cupped my right breast in his big hand. I wear a 34C, but my tit looked so pitifully small in his hand.

'You play basketball?' I asked.

I regretted asking as soon as he stopped working on the nape of my neck to say,'Yes.'

My body was afire with desire as he unzipped my dress from behind. I lifted my hands above my head and let it fall to my feet. Quickly, we worked to get rid o my clothes. He took them off carefully while I ripped them away like a frenzied animal until I was standing completely naked.

I was still leaning over the bar, my back to him. With his index finger, he drew a line from the back of my head, down my spine and stopped just shy of my anus. He reached around me and picked the biggest chunk of ice.

He traced my spine with the cool piece but this time he caressed my anus with it. I'd never let even Dan touch me back there but I found myself leaning forward and spreading my buttocks for his viewing pleasure and for the ice in his hand. He caressed my orifice, drawing circles around it, sometimes pushing the ice in a little.

He turned me around gently and we kissed. His hands spanned my bottom, gently kneading the lobes, rubbing them against each other. My knees were getting wobbly so he carried me to the bedroom and laid me on the four poster. He left for the living room and returned with a glass of ice.

He picked up a pillow and slipped the case off, twisting it into a rope. My worst fears were confirmed. He had taken off his jacket when he left for the living room and I felt a rush of panic as I surveyed the rippling muscles of his arm.

'I won't hurt you,' he said softly. 'You can tell me to stop anytime.'

With some trepidation, I allowed him to bend me over and tie my hands to the bed. My bum was offered to him, and I wondered how hard the spanks he was going to give me would be. They never came.

He stuffed some ice up my cunt and I found myself gushing copiously. I knew he had picked up my grandmother's quill pen when I felt feather brush lightly against my cunt lips. He tickled me, concentrating on my stiff clitoris while I struggled against my bonds.

He moved up, twirling the feather against my asshole. I clenched and unclenched it, and it must have pleased him, because he fluffed the barbs and concentrated on that area.

'Wink for me,' he whispered and I complied, feeling naughty for carrying out such a depraved act. My body begged for release.

'Make me come,' I pleaded. He let out a low, mocking laugh and walked around to kneel so he was looking under me. I watched helplessly as he reduced me to a pool of desire with his feather on my nipples. He paused to retrieve the ice which he used in place of the feather.

'Fuck me!' I screamed.

'Now we're talking,' he said. I watched hungrily as he rose to his full height and began to strip. He took his time divesting himself of his clothes and stopped when he had just a pair of boxers on.

'Take it off,' I implored, eyeing the bulge in his underwear.

He bent down, keeping his penis from view as he rolled down his boxers and stepped out of them. When he stood, he looked amused.

'Mon Dieu!' I exclaimed, my eyes as round as saucers. My anxiety gave way to apprehension as I studied his cock. There was no way even the thick head of his dick was going to get into me.

'Please be gentle,' I said.

'I will,' he replied, taking it in his hand and wagging it. It was a beautiful penis, but it would surely tear me apart. I waited with minor trepidation as he walked behind me.

I was very wet, my juices forming a snail's trail down my thighs to my ankles. I waited for him to begin his incursion into me, but he had other ideas. He scooped the ice from my pussy and inserted two fingers into me. He scooped some of fluid and smeared it around my anus. My heart beat faster. I hoped he was not going to penetrate me anally -- I'd never tried it before, and if I was going to it wasn't going to be with such a fearful cock.

He rubbed around the rim of my asshole until it opened up and accepted his finger. He pushed slowly until he had it in to the last knuckle. With his finger still in my ass, he rubbed his penis against my pussy lips.

'Ready?' he asked.

'Yes,' my voice was barely above a whisper. He played at the entrance a bit, then pushed slowly in. We spent over five minutes getting him completely in.

With a finger in my butthole and a cock in my pussy,I experienced a feeling of fullness I had never felt before. He pulled slowly out, then jabbed in to the hilt. I screamed. He repeated the motion, then gradually increased his pace, his finger plunging into the depths of my anus as his cock emerged from my cunt.

The squishing sound coming from my pussy as he fucked me indicated my juices were dripping out with each thrust. I felt an orgasm building up and I tried to hold it off as long as I could.

He began to grunt, oscillating faster than ever. I held on to the bed posts for dear life as he pounded me, each thrust sending vibrations through me. As if on cue, we screamed together. His penis twitching inside me and the spurting of his warm come against the walls of my pussy triggered my orgasm. Waves of pleasure shot through me in one of my very best climaxes.

When it was all over, he untied me and slid his finger out of my ass with a plop. I stood on shaky feet and surveyed the floor. I must have come harder than I thought because the pool of semen and cunt juice on the floor was a lot bigger than I thought it'd be.

I expected his dick to have softened but it was still as hard as a rock. I knew I was in for a long night...

Birthday

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The Theater

We had the very last seats in the theater. The lights went off and the movie began.

A hand settled in my lap and I twitched a little. It took less than a second for Mitzuho to unzip my shorts and retrieve my limp organ. It jumped to life in her hand.

It had taken me four months to get the vixen to go out with me. On our very first date, here she was, taking things to the next level. Never in my life would I have imagined something this wild from my innocent-looking Japanese beauty.

'We're in a theater!,' I whispered urgently to her.

'I know,' she said calmly, her soft brown eyes looking into mine. I had to look down to be sure it was the same person doing the wonderful things to me with her smooth slender fingers.

She leaned over and bit me gently on the ear, while her hand moved in slow, gentle strokes. I strained, about to come when she abruptly stopped. She tucked me back into my shorts, forcing my erection in. I hated the teasing.

I slipped an arm around her shoulder and moved down to cup her small left breast. It fit perfectly in my palm. She could have been a statue from all appearances had her nipple not gone taut. I plucked at it a few times, realizing she wasn't wearing a bra, but she sat absolutely still, her eyes focused on the screen.

My hand moved down, finding her navel under her crop top. I ticked it a bit, then moved slightly to the side.

She was wearing a slit skirt so I had little trouble sliding my hand in. I tried to find the elastic band of her panties but encountered only what felt like soft fur. A thrill shot through me when it came to me that she was pantyless.

I found her lips quickly and her entrance shortly after. There was no warning whatsoever -- within ten seconds she came all over my hand without moving a muscle, seemingly engrossed in the movie. I retrieved my hand and smeared her juices on her lips-- with luck, most people would assume it was lip gloss.

The movie ended and we stood to leave. I ran my hand lightly over her bum to check if some wetness had seeped through.

'I'm wearing nylon,' she winked. 'I always do when I don't wear panties.'

'You're a hypocrite,' I said in mock shock. 'Come on, I do have needs, you know.'

We had hardly let ourselves in through my door than she was all over me. We kissed, her soft hand fondling me through my denims. I was beginning to ache from the pressure of my penis against my shorts. She freed me and grasped my blood-engorged shaft in her hand.

She helped me off with my shorts and my shirt, then pushed me down onto the sofa. I let out a groan when my cock disappeared down her throat. Her tongue playing on the underside of me, her brown eyes looked up into mine. I felt a rush of pleasure.

The end was not too far off. Waves of ecstasy surged over me as I exploded, shooting my come into her mouth.

She took off her top, then her skirt. I switched places with her and buried my head in between her legs. I licked her thighs lightly, circling her core, avoiding it on purpose. She pushed forward, trying to get me to touch her clitoris but I always pulled back. When I finally flicked my tongue against the nub, she came immediately, screaming, her inhibitions giving way.

My eyes followed the trickle of her liquid running down into the cleft of her buttocks. For some reason, my gaze settled on the wrinkles of her anus. I wet my forefinger inside her, then rubbed it against the black-rimmed orifice. She tensed, but didn't pull away,

Encouraged, I pushed my finger slowly in. Her anus clenched and unclenched around my finger as I fingered her slowly. I was excited doing something this nasty to Mizuho's most private region. She whimpered as I intensified my thrusts then came again. Her orgasm lasted a full minute and she shrieked like a banshee, her asshole gripping my finger.

When she calmed down, I pulled my finger slowly out.

'How did it feel?' I asked.

She blushed for the first time since we met. Obviously, she felt embarrassed at being touched back there.

I was fully turgid again, so I carried her over to the dining table. I positioned her back on the table with her legs over her head. I had very little difficulty penetrating her since she was extremely wet.

Her eyes were closed, her lips moist and parted -- the perfect picture of lust. I reached for her breasts and fondled them as we moved, rubbing my palms against her nipples.

Her pants became louder, signifying she was on the brink of orgasm. I wasn't far off. We came together, she screaming, while I grunted. When the last ripple of pleasure passed over me and I went soft, I touched her sweating face.

'Mitzuho,' I whispered, brushing a wisp of hair off her forehead. She was asleep. I lifted her off the table and carried her in my arms to the bedroom.

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