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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