Carpe Nostrum: Seize the Night

Objection

2010-04-21T10:45:00.000-07:00

Judge Patakis pretended to think. I let my gaze travel towards the defense. Not surprisingly, Jackson was looking my way, a very big smile on his stupid face -- he had successfully broken my rhythm and he knew it.

"Objection overruled," the judge intoned. "Please answer the question Mr Korede."

"I don't remember," the witness said.

Great. Jackson looked pissed. He leaned over and whispered something into his assistant's ear.

"In other words, it is likely you were in the room when the stabbing took place," the witness refused to meet my gaze.

"Yes," said Mr Korede before Jackson could raise an objection.

"I have no further questions, Your Honor," I said, walking away from the stand.

We had closed for the day. I was rearranging my papers when out of the corner of my eye, I saw him make his way towards me. My papers were tidy enough but I continued to pretend to be engrossed in shuffling them, with what I hoped was a forbidden frown on my lips.

"Good job today, Miss Olamide," he mangled my name horrily and I wondered if it was intentional.

"Thank you," I said without looking up.

He remained standing in front of me, waiting patiently. I kept him within the bounds of politeness, looking up only when he began to show signs of impatience.

"I was actually going to ask you out to dinner," that stupid grin again.

I eyed him briefly, looked down at my paperwork, then eyed him some more.

"I'm busy," I said with a tone of finality. "I have some catching up to do with my client at the hospital."

His forehead furrowed slightly. He shrugged and said, "Whatever you say."

I had hardly gone back to stuffing my briefcase when he rapped sharply on my desk, startling me.

"You didn't think I was going to give up now, did you, Miss Olamide?"

"Olumide," I corrected sharply. He almost recoiled.

"I'm sorry," I said more gently. "I've been stressed out lately."

"Tell me about it," he grinned. "Would you like to go for a quick drink instead?"

"You'll have to pick me up when I'm done with my client."

"Sure thing," he said. His gaze travelled down to my cleavage. I rapped sharply on the desk, getting him to jerk his gaze back up.

"I'll see you then," he was headed towards his assistant before I could reply.

"Jerk," I muttered, wondering why I'd agreed to go out with him.

He picked me up at the agreed time. We had dinner in a rooftop restaurant overlooking the bay. The stress from the trial and Jackson subtly topping my glass every time it got halfway meant I ended up quite drunk I had no idea when he drove me home and laid me down on the sofa.

In my drunken state, I pulled him down with me. We kissed sloppily, our hands over each other. He must have assumed I was completely pliant because the next thing I felt was something huge prodding at me just below my tailbone.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked.

"It's not going to hurt, I promise," he said huskily. Jesus, the gall some guys have in thinking they can slip something into your asshole without you noticing.

"Of course it's going to hurt," I said.

"No, it won't," he pushed harder, almost pinning me down with his weight.

I slipped out from under him.

I stood glaring angrily at him.

"I'm sorry," he said.

We made some corrections, then completed the deed using the right hole.
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I woke up first, some of the memories of the night before coming back to me. Some impulse made me tie his hands to the bed post with the sheets which had come untangled during our love- making.

I remembered the present my college roommate had gotten me as a joke for my birthday. I went into the room to retrieve it, putting it on and walking back into the living room.

Jackson was awake, struggling uselessly against his bonds. He stopped when he saw what I had on.

A strapon had never looked so intimidating.

"What are you going to do with that?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's not going to hurt, I promise," I repeated his words from last night.

His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, as I held onto my pseudo-penis, stroking it provocatively.

"No.." he said."No..."

I moved towards him. His eyes were now nearly white, and he looked so comical I almost burst out laughing.

I untied him and he scrambled quickly away.

"Now how do you think I felt last night?" I asked him.

He didn't answer me. Instead, he went into the bathroom to take a shower, emerging fully dressed.

I walked him to the door, careful not to set off the rage he was desperately holding in. He was going to make this case personal, doing anything necessary in order to win.

"You big idiot," I said softly to myself...

The Nun

2008-09-30T17:55:00.000-07:00

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night to find my companion's head resting on my shoulder. The nun looked serene, even in sleep and I couldn't help feeling I would be committing some sacrilege if I woke her up.

Her head rolled off my shoulder and when I caught her with my left arm, I discovered she was well-endowed under the black habit.

She stirred as I set her aright, stifling a sultry yawn.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"About halfway into our journey," I said. "Did you get a good sleep, Sister?"

"Please call me Elektra," she said, straightening her gown.

"Sister... Elektra," I conceded.

"We're not that unfamiliar," she said slyly. "You've touched my breasts, haven't you?"

The way she said the words so contrasted with her pious demeanor that I was startled. For a long time, I've been attracted to innocent-looking ladies who act differently than they look. The difference in appearance and behavior is about the biggest turn-on I know.

"But..." I protested, gathering my wits.

"No buts," she placed a finger on my lips. It apparently served a second purpose, other than to shut me up, because she ran the tip over my lips suggestively. I opened my mouth and sucked her finger in.

It was as delicate as her features, cool, and slightly salty. She made a small movement, and before I knew it, was in my lap. We both knew where this was headed -- that is, unless one of us said 'No.' We stared at each other, daring the other with our eyes to make the first move.

Elektra was Greek, and I put her to be about thirty. She had high cheekbones with dimples on both cheeks, the combination of which managed to draw attention away from her full lips. Earlier, when her breasts were squashed against my arm, I had made them out to be pear shaped. If she had a bra on, she had to possess a very prominent set of nipples. The rest of her body was hidden under her gown, but I hoped it was better than I imagined it to be.

I pulled her down and kissed her. She responded so enthusiastically that I momentarily wondered if she was actually a nun. She leaned in to me so that I felt her breasts against my chest. Her tongue was wild and wet, the inside of her mouth warm and mysterious. I cupped her ass cheeks in both hands and squeezed them against each other.

My curiosity got the better of me, so I lifted her off onto the seat and got down on my knees in front of her. I had her lift the hem of her gown to her chest, exposing her white cotton panties.

The base of her panties was wet, clearly outlining the lips of her vulva. I put my mouth to her crotch and puffed air into her panties. She moaned pushing herself into my face.

When I peeled off her panties,I was greeted by the reddening mauve of her cunt. Her labia glistened with her juices. I spread them and found her swollen clit with my tongue. She locked my head with her thighs and I knew she wouldn't release me until she had cum. She finally did, flooding my face with her juices.

I got her to lift her legs above her head, exposing her most private part.

Her anus was considerably darker than the skin around it. The wrinkles were well defined and diverged quite some distance from where they originated. A single wrinkle was more prominent than the others and I found myself admiring it for a while.

Although her pussy was clean-shaven, there were a few blonde hairs growing around the rim of her asshole. I pulled gently on them and her rosebud winked appreciatively.

I wetted my finger in my mouth and rubbed it around her crack, just avoiding her pretty pucker. When I finally did get around to playing with it, she moaned, and I took some perverse pleasure in watching a nun's face in the throes of pleasure while I rubbed the most private part of her anatomy.

She must have been impatient with the amount of time I spent on proctological foreplay, because she brought her legs down and pushed me away.

We undressed rather quickly, and I entered her from behind. She was so tight, and it had been such a long time that I almost came the moment I entered her.

I had to restrain myself, moving slowly until I could bear it no more, then I was pounding her like a frenzied bull, hardly giving us time to take a breath. When I felt the familiar tingling and tightening of my cock in the moments before coming, I plunged a my forefinger all the way into her asshole, using the shock to trigger her climax.

I came long and hard, coming to rest with my chest on her back. We panted heavily, as our orgasms subsided.

"Elektra," I whispered.

"You finally called me by name, didn't you?" she whispered back, in between pants.

There was a knock on the compartment door.

"Tickets please!"

Clara

2008-01-27T18:47:00.000-08:00

It wasn't that he had no idea where this was heading. He did have no idea how to handle things the way they were.

Clara was dressed a lot more provocatively than usual. From the outline of her nipples under her dress, it was easy to determine she had no bra on underneath. Her legs parted beyond the limits of modesty several times -- and every time he was treated to a vision of lacy white panties.

He was beginning to lose track of their conversation as he tried to will the devil in his pants into staying flaccid. Like most men's it had a mind of its own and John was beginning to lose the battle.

He pretended to look at his watch.

"Um... Clara," he cut in. "I have to get going."

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I'm so sorry."

She spread her legs again, and against better judgment, his eyes traveled down. She snapped her legs quickly shut and grinned. It was now or never -- staying any longer would mean losing control.

He got to his feet and she rose from the sofa. At the door she clung to him, letting him know what he had missed by rubbing her breasts against his chest.

He had turned to leave when she asked quietly,"Is there something you hate about me?"

The question struck like an arrow shot into his back.

"Nn-nothing," he stammered.

"Liar," she said in the same quiet, accusing tone. She reached around him and found his crotch, massaging his penis through his shorts. It twitched slightly as it began to harden. "No matter what, this doesn't lie."

"Stop it," he said, without much conviction. HE felt her move up behind him, molding her body to his.

"You're a liar," she whispered huskily. "You lie to me and you're lying to yourself."

"I'm not lying," he said seriously. "I just didn't want to take advantage of the fact that I saved you back then."

She withdrew abruptly.

"Is that what you think about me?" her voice had gone cold. "Do you really think I'd throw myself at someone just because they saved me from being trussed up..."

"I'm sorry," he said sincerely, turning to her. She threw herself suddenly into his arms.

"Actually," she whispered in his ear. "I'm throwing myself at you because of that. What's wrong with that?"

Without giving him time to reply, she fastened her lips to his, prying his mouth open with her tongue. Weeks and weeks of holding back finally got to him. He found himself placing wrapping both hands around her waist and carrying her into the house. He lay on the sofa with Clara on top and pushed her skirt up.

He could not see her bottom from the position he was in but his hands did, and they liked what they felt. Smooth and round --- not too flat, but not huge. He broke the kiss and used his hands to push her up to get access to her breasts.

She had the longest nipples he had ever seen and it occurred to him that even without being aroused, they would be visible with a bra. Taking one in his mouth, he sucked on it. She moaned her appreciation as he ascertained she liked it best when he had all of a nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking the center of the very tip.

He tugged her panties down and found her core. Like her nipples, her clit was prominent enough for him to find. He pulled gently on it before sticking his finger into her. From her eager squirming, he knew she would soon want something longer and thicker.

He finger-fucked her for a while, then tentatively transferred his juice-coated fingers to the cleft of her buttocks. When he touched her anus, he expected her to flinch, or give some sort of warning. She welcomed him instead -- as if she had been waiting for him to do that -- sticking her ass out to give him better access.

He stroked around the rim of the slightly open pucker gently.

"Yeah," she moaned. "Play with my asshole..."

Encouraged as she made more dirty talk into his ear, he plunged his finger suddenly in, enjoying the instinctive tightening around his finger from the sudden shock.

She slid down his body and put his cock inside her. Her anus had loosened from his fingering, so he added a second finger. Now he could feel his shaft through the partition.

She began to move, timing her movements with the rhythm at which he thrust his fingers into her ass.

It look less than a minute for her to climax and he guessed she must have been more aroused aroused than he had. He waited for her orgasm to subside before moving her into the sixty-nine position.

She held his cock tenderly, stroking the sensitive area at the back. When her lips finally enveloped him, he would have come if she hadn't pinched the base of his cock. She swallowed all 8 inches of him and began to fellate him.

From his position, he had vantage view of all her private parts -- especially the brownish, wrinkly rosebud that was the most private part of her being. She must have felt him staring because she winked it at him a few times. He spread her cheeks completely apart, the better to study her. He flicked his tongue against it a few times, and she tensed. Obviously, this was an entirely new experience for her.

His attention was drawn by the familiar tingling sensation that started from his cock and spread throughout his entire body. He went rigid, shooting spurt after spurt of come down her throat. The pulsing of his dick seemed to go on forever as energy drained from him -- then it was over, the only sounds in the room from their heavy breathing.

After a while she began to stroke him, using his semen as a lubricant. His member stirred to life.

It occurred to him for the first time that this woman could make him do whatever she wanted.

Climbing

2007-07-01T14:16:00.000-07:00

Clinging to the ledge overlooking a not-very-inviting gorge and all I could think of was my companion's ripe bottom hovering directly above me.

Concentrate, Amir, concentrate, I cautioned myself as I followed her.

"We'll rest here," she said, taking command. It seemed to come naturally to her. She took two chocolate bars from her backpack and tossed one to me. I caught it in midair and stripped off part of the wrapper. She watched me with those sharp, hawk-like eyes as I took a bite and I found myself wondering what was going on in her mind.

"How long have you been climbing?" she asked.

"Seven years," I muttered between chomps. She'd asked me earlier on, right after we met.

"I thought you said one?"

"Seven," I said curtly. Where was she heading?

"You're too slow," she stated flatly.

"Hmm," I grunted in what I hoped was an annoyed don't-ask-me-any-more-questions tone. There was no way in the world I was going to tell her I'd been slow because I was staring at her ass.

Somehow she'd found a way to eat up her chocolate while asking me questions. She made to toss the wrapper away.

"Put it in your backpack," I said firmly. She shot me an angry look, but complied.

"Well then, ten minutes should be enough rest," she got to her feet and dusted the seat of her pants.

"I'll lead the way this time," I offered.

"You're too slow," she said curtly, pushing past me.

"I'm not slow," I protested.

"Let's not argue," she said. "I'll let you go ahead after the next rest."

I shrugged in resignation and followed.

She was still a rookie. I could tell from the way she used her feet and hands, how she leaned away from the rock instead of hugging it. Her tight trousers weren't the best choice for climbing but they hugged her rear and legs like spandex. No complaints there with regards to the view.

The rope slacked off so suddenly I had little time to react. I managed to step away just in time as she tumbled past me. Why did she have to climb directly over me? Rookie again.

"Help!" she screamed from below.

"Relax," I called down as I found firm footing and began to haul her in. When I got her to my level she threw her hands around me. It was suddenly all busty and soft and my head began to swim.

"Hey, hey," I cautioned. "We'll both fall off if you're not careful."

"You go ahead this time," she said.

We switched kits and I went above. With nothing to ogle this time, I made good time ^{(author's note: is this correct?)} while she struggled to follow.

"You're too fast," she called up to me.

"You're too slow," I retorted cheerily. "We'll be at the top in two minutes."

We reached the top in three minutes. By then she was huffing and puffing. I handed her a bottle of Pepsi from my backpack.

"Thanks," she said, unscrewing the cap and drinking it in large gulps.

"Do you think we can make it back before nightfall?" she asked.

"Who's we?" I asked.

"You know what I mean."

"I was planning to spend the night here."

"I'll go back alone then," she said, twiddling the bottle in her hands.

"It's too dangerous," I warned. "You're tired and it might get dark before you're halfway down."

"That's true," she relented. "How do you intend to spend the night then?"

"This," I took the sleeping bag out of my backpack and spread it out.

"Is it... do you think it'll be enough for two?" she blushed.

"Why?" I said mock-seriously.

"You know what I mean," she said. "I didn't bring one along."

"It should be. Do you still have any of those chocolate bars?" I asked.

She handed two to me and we ate silently, almost afraid to make eye contact.

We finally snuggled under the sleeping bag, keeping as far away from each other as possible.

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She touched me first.

I was drifting off to sleep when I felt a hand tracing the line of my jaw. It moved down to caress my chest. I lay still, unwilling to give myself away.

Dick the one-eyed monster was awake before the hand even got to him. She stroked along its length without wrapping her hand around it and it twitched in response. I began to breath heavily. It was impossible to pretend I wasn't conscious of what was going on any longer. As if by some preconceived signal, we moved closer and I reached out for her.

I found her face and repeated her motions, tracing her cheek, then her eyes, nose and lips with my fingers. I reached under her shirt and cupped one breast, teasing the nipple through her bra with my thumb. I discovered her bra was strapless when I touched her shoulder. I quickly unhooked it from behind her and freed her melons.

She sighed when my lips closed around her hard nipple. I rolled it around in my mouth, gently sucking. She held me to her tit, moaning encouragement as I licked and slurped.

She succeeded in getting my cock out with her other hand. The head of my member leaked pre-come freely, giving her enough lubrication to masturbate me. I pulled away from her tit and we shared a kiss. She tasted of Pepsi and mint gum when my tongue touched hers.

I pulled her onto me. My hands went behind her to fondle the ass I'd been staring at all day. I tugged at the waistband of her trousers, taking them down along with her panties in one go.

The musky smell of her wet pussy wafted into my nostrils and I sniffed appreciatively. I found her clit on the first try and twiddled it between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned into my mouth.

She was a lot wetter than I'd thought. My two fingers went into her easily enough. I fingered her for a while then spread her ass cheeks. I caressed the area around her asshole, not touching it until she knew that was what I was after.

I stroked it gently at first, making circles with my finger before homing in on the point the wrinkles converged. There was mild resistance at the entrance, then I was in. I fingered her most private region slowly, gradually increasing my tempo as it twitched and relaxed.

"Fuck me," she whispered hoarsely, ending the kiss.

I guided my shaft and entered her in one thrust. She ground her clit against the base of my cock as I slammed away. The sleeping bag wasn't much room any longer. We both climbed out then got on the bag and went at it like we hadn't gotten laid in years.

There were no niceties, no whispered words, no fumbling. It was just fucking, and the goal was to get there. I came before her, and my pulsing cock must have set off her own orgasm. She dug her nails into my back and held on tight as I continued pounding away while the last waves of pleasure washed over us.

We climbed back in and fell right asleep. Tomorrow we would begin the journey back down, but not before another session.

Meeting Jeanne

2007-04-16T07:55:00.000-07:00

The woman standing outside my door was dripping wet. I briefly considered turning her away, but decided against it.

I pulled back from the peephole and unlocked the door.

"I'm sorry I got stranded and..." she stammered, pulling the motorcycle helmet off her head.

"Come in," I said, holding the door open.

"Thank you," she hurried inside. "My bike had a problem and the frigging rain decided to fall at this moment."

I stood looking at the wet spot forming around her shoes on the carpet. She looked down at her feet and grinned apologetically.

"I'm sorry about your carpet," she said, hugging herself tighter. I noticed her teeth were chattering and realized that in my preoccupation with the soaking of my carpet I had forgotten to offer her something to dry herself with. A brief survey revealed she was soaked to the skin and a simple towel wouldn't do.

"Wait here," I said, disappearing inside my bedroom. I chose some old clothes and picked a towel.

"Here you go," I handed them to her when I returned. "You can change in the bathroom over there."

She had unwrapped her hands from around herself and although I trained my eyes on her face to maintain some level of propriety, they strayed a little and I caught a brief glimpse of nipples poking though her wet shirt. If the front view was tempting, the back was definitely alluring and I could stare unabashedly at her shapely ass as well as the outline of her panties underneath her skirt as she went to change.

I waited until she had disappeared inside the bathroom before going into the kitchen to make coffee. When I returned from the kitchen with two cups of coffee and some croissants, I found her dressed and standing in the living room, too polite to sit down without being asked to. The pair of shorts and shirt I had given her hung loosely on her and I wished she was still in her wet clothes.

"There was a dryer outside the bathroom," I said. "Did you put your clothes in it?"

She nodded. I handed her a cup and she lowered herself into the seat I indicated.

"How bad's the bike?" I asked.

"Not very bad. I could probably fix it in ten minutes -- it's hard to do that in the rain when you're getting soaked -- and I needed some shelter," she said.

While she sipped delicately from her cup and nibbled on a croissant, I studied her. She looked to be in her mid-twenties with brown eyes, black hair and soft-looking luscious lips. She caught me staring at her and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

"You do a lot of writing don't you?" she nodded towards the pile of paper with my handwriting all over.

"A little," I said, adding, "Nothing much."

She picked one of the sheets and glanced through it. When she looked up at me there was surprise written all over her face.

"My God, The Real Fantasia! You're The Professor," she said.

"Yes," it was my turn to be surprised. "You read my blog?"

"I'm a fan!" she gushed.

I'd been writing my fantasies on a blog for a little over a year. I got hits from all over the world, including the city I lived in but never had it occurred to me that there was a possibility of running into one of my readers.

"I'm glad you like it. Thanks for reading."

"How do you make up your stories?" she asked.

"I just write them. A little from one fantasy, a little from another, and soon I have a story," I explained, trying all the while to look calm. Writing about sex doesn't faze me -- discussing it does.

"Do any of them come true?" she leaned forward and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra under my shirt. Her coffee was ignored, her fascination with The Professor in the flesh taking over.

"No," I laughed. "But it doesn't hurt any to imagine they will does it?"

"I suppose not," she said.

"Your coffee's getting cold," I warned.

She looked at it and shrugged.

"Surely, there must be something you base your writing on," she said.

"Yes -- equality. No domination on either side, no rape, no threats."

"But in Restrained, you had something..."

"That wasn't what I originally intended," I said defensively. "The agent was supposed to have been rescued by his real controller but the rescue sequence was too long. Most of what I write is consensual -- just two adults having a good time."

"Like us," she said softly.

We stared at each other over our coffee cups. I looked away and the moment passed.

"What's with the fascination with buttholes?" she asked suddenly.

I had expected the question from the moment she discovered who I was but it still caught me unawares. I spilled some coffee onto my hand but it wasn't hot enough to scald me.

"When I was little," I began. "I wanted to see people exactly as they were." I placed my cup carefully on a side stool. "Unfortunately, that wasn't always possible. The famous, the rich, the important, the respected, all loomed larger than life. To a 3-year-old boy, the solution was simple -- think of them as having er... buttholes."

She giggled.

"Introduce me to anyone famous or exceptional today," I continued. "Introduce me to an actor or an actress who's won ten Oscars and in my mind I go, 'Yeah, but he's got one of those' or 'Yeah, she's got an asshole.'"

"I've got one too," she said.

Our eyes met again and this time she looked away before I did. She was baiting me, but why? I wasn't exactly drop-dead gorgeous or muscular, or whatever it was ladies liked in men but...

The feel of her soft lips touching mine halted my train of thoughts. We kissed briefly -- a slow, sensual brushing of lips that had to end because our haunches couldn't hold us leaning forward for very long.

She dropped her mug and crossed the little table between us. I lifted her onto my lap. Her tongue was soft like the rest of her, wet and wild. We kissed like we had all the time in the world, my hand rubbing gently up and down her back.

She slipped her hand under my shirt and caressed my stomach, stroking the hair that ran up my abdomen and stopped just shy of my chest. She began to kiss my neck -- soft feathery kisses with the occasional hickey. When she lifted the hem of my shirt and sucked on my nipple, I moaned, surprised at the sensations. I know I would have cum if I hadn't held her off then.

I unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and lowered my head to her breasts. I nuzzled them briefly, then took her left nipple between my teeth.

"Please be gentle," she whispered.

I didn't bite her. I held the hard nub in my teeth, flicking my tongue against it, feeling her respond with complete abandon. I switched to the right breast, then trailed my tongue down her abdomen, stopping briefly at her navel. I lifted her off my lap and placed her on the sofa.

There's something about looking into someone's eyes while you pleasure them -- a feeling of oneness, an indescribable connection. She held my gaze as I performed my magic with my tongue, not looking once at her cunt but relying on eye communication for guidance. She bit down on her lowerlip and from the tightening of her thigh muscles I knew she was getting there. I left off tonguing her and got her to lift her legs above her head.

Her anus was a converging set of reddish-brown wrinkles. I blew lightly on it and watched it twitch reflexively, then waited, letting her expectation mount before touching it lightly with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh my God," she gasped. "Oh my God."

She breathed shallowly, her asshole twitching as my tongue swabbed it. She clenched up suddenly, then went limp as she came. I didn't stop. My tongue lapped at the juices that ran into the crack of her ass.

I expected her to relax and catch her breath but she dropped her legs quickly and pulled me up into the sofa, trading places with me. It didn't take her more than two seconds for her to get my shorts off and grasp my dick. She licked teasingly at the underside, then took me completely into her mouth.

"Stop," I said when I felt the familiar pressure before the tingling.

"Why?"

"I'm one of those guys who only cum once," I said.

I pulled her into my lap again. I had just positioned the head of my cock at her entrance when she got off me.

"I have to go," she sounded desperate.

"Why?" I was incredulous. It was still raining outside -- and there was the matter of having not yet cum.

"Not that. I have to pee!"

I watched her dash into the bathroom, wondering all the while why women could feel the urge to relieve themselves while aroused and hoping she would still be in the mood when she returned. I made a fist around my cock and masturbated slowly, unwilling to lose my erection before she returned.

She ran out of the bathroom in the same haste and straddled me. I held onto her ass and she wrapped her hands around me as I bounced her up and down my cock. She climaxed twice on my dick and when I came, she just kept moving. Surprisingly, I remained hard.

We switched positions and I entered her from behind, getting a wonderful view of her pucker. My balls slapped against her ass every time I thrust completely in. She bucked her hips to match my tempo and I could feel another orgasm building up.

For a moment I was on the brink, then she tightened her vaginal muscles around me and I came, my cock jerking inside her as I shot all I had left in my balls into her.

After we had cleaned up and she was lying across my lap, my forefinger playing with her asshole, she asked, "So what's your name Professor?"

I told her.

"I'm Jeanne -- with a double n and an e," she said.

Thank you Jeanne.

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Masturbathlon

2007-03-29T20:13:00.000-07:00

Glistening pink.

I stared, mesmerized. Pink panties were pink but when they glistened, they meant only one thing -- pussy.

"Done looking?" Alexis asked, startling me.

"What?" I jerked my gaze guiltily upward.

"Done looking?" she asked again, parting her legs a little wider. Dangerous -- very dangerous.

"Alexis, I don't think this is a good idea," I protested mildly as she pushed up her skirt until the entire goods were on display.

Don't look, I cautioned myself but my eyes went lower, drawn like a moth to a flame.

She had shaved her pussy down to a very low patch. Her full lips stared at me in their full glory. My mouth watered.

"Well?" she prompted.

"I can't do this," I got to my feet.

It was her turn to stare and she giggled. I followed her gaze and looked down at the tent in my trousers, then back at her. A guy can only hold out so long. I swallowed the lump in my throat and returned to my seat.

"Why're you doing this?" I asked, trying to put off the inevitable.

"I can't keep giving you hints forever," she sighed. "You wanted me -- I saw it in your eyes when we met -- and I wanted you."

I made to get up and go to her but she stopped me.

"Let me see your penis," she said.

Let me see your penis. It sounded so clinical, so formal, like something doctors used when conversing or lawyers used when grilling clients -- it was hardly the word to use in a sexual connotation.

I unzipped my trousers and produced my cock, feeling slightly foolish as I held it by the base to keep it upright for her inspection. I was fully erect and she surveyed me with unabashed interest taking in the veins on the sides, the striation where the foreskin had been removed and the slightly open hole at the top.

Her hands went down and she began to play with herself, opening her legs completely for my viewing pleasure. She fingered herself with one hand and twiddled her clit with the other.

I wrapped a hand around my shaft and began to masturbate, matching her tempo stroke for stroke. My eyes met hers and we smiled at each other.

When I looked between her legs again, she had stopped playing with herself. She leaned slightly backward and moved forward in the chair. I watched dry-throated as she traced the outline of her asshole with her finger, wetting it with the juices from her cunt. When her finger popped in past the sphincter, I unconsciously began to jerk off faster.

We came within seconds of each other, her eyes wide with wonder as the semen leaped from my cock.

We've had a few more sessions since then but I still haven't fucked her.

The Ambassador

2007-03-13T22:10:00.000-07:00

The actress I had been talking with for the last few minutes was beginning to get on my nerves. I looked around frantically, trying to locate the Count.

"...so he asked me if I'd tried Ecstasy and I told him I heard it was pretty addictive and then he said..." the actress just wouldn't let up. I resisted the urge to tell her to shut up.

I finally located the Count. He was standing with a group of diplomats looking almost as bored as I was. I caught his eye and made imploring faces. His mustache twitched with amusement as he excused himself.

"...the next day he didn't show up on the set and the director was mad. Turned out he..." The actress wasn't out of steam yet. She stopped when the Count got to us.

"A good evening to you Madame Zelda..." he bowed gallantly.

"Zeldman," she corrected sharply.

I slipped away unnoticed, glad to get away. I spent a while wandering before I saw her.

She was wearing a red dress cut low behind her, standing with her back to me. Well-honed shoulder blades, straight neck, smooth back, and then that derriere -- not too big, not too flat. I imagined clasping it while holding her to me, her breasts flat against my chest.

I wondered if the front view was as spectacular as I strolled in a semicircle that would have brought us face to face.

"Ooh Mr Lancaster, there's someone who'd like to meet you!"

I stifled the automatic frown as I turned towards the annoying media escort I'd been assigned for the evening.

"Yes?"

"Over there," she took my elbow and guided me towards the person she wanted me to meet, trying all the while not to fall over in her high heels.

"May I introduce the High Commissioner of Guyana to the United Kingdom, Ms Nadia Shabab?"

The lady in red turned to me and my breath caught in my throat.

"Ms Shabab, Mr. Lancaster. Mr Lancaster, Ms Shabab."

"How do you do?" we said together.

I couldn't stop myself from looking. She was even more spectacular up front. Smooth, ebony skin, high cheekbones. Wood would do for her, I thought.

"I saw some of your sculptures at the gallery Mr Lancaster," she said. "They're spectacular."

"Thank you Ms Shabab," I smiled.

"If I'm correct, you've done only one full statue," she remarked.

"Yes. They take too long to work on. I prefer busts," I explained.

"Really?" she had a mischievous smile on her face.

"I mean, busts are more interesting to work with," I said hastily.

"Oh," she lifted an eyebrow.

"Yes," I said. "Especially in the nude. There's a lot of detail."

"Interesting," she remarked. "And I suppose that's why you work only with female models?"

I averted my gaze. Was she being flirtatious or was she trying to get me to say something offensive? My eyes met hers again and I tried to gauge her intent.

"The female body is beautiful," I replied. "I feel privileged to replicate it in my work. Of course, in order to fully appreciate all its features, it has to be in the nude."

"It definitely shows in your work," she said. "I know this is hardly the place to discuss business. Can we talk sometime?"

"Definitely ma'am," I said politely and took her proffered hand.

It was a full fifteen minutes after she left that I opened my fist slightly to sneak a peek at the silky panties she had pressed into my palm.

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It was drizzling when I walked out of the gathering and made my way towards the black limousine described in the note concealed in the panties I had been given.

"Mr Lancaster?" the man standing beside the car asked.

"I'm Lancaster," I said.

He pulled open the door and ushered me into the darkness of the back seat before jogging around to get behind the wheel.

"Drive us around the city, Amar," the voice came from beside me.

The partition shot up and we were alone.

"I happen to do a little sculpturing, Mr Lancaster," the High Commissioner said.

"Really?" I asked, my throat dry. I wasn't listening to her. The thoughts running through my mind all ended with one common fact -- she wasn't wearing any underwear and I was still holding a pair of panties in my fist.

"Yes, mostly male," she sighed. "The phallus is such a sight isn't it?"

I was making rapid connections in my mind and it didn't take me long to figure who she was.

"You're the one called Shonell," I stated unnecessarily.

Shonell was an anonymous sculptor who only carved phalli -- with foreskins, circumcised, bisected, and all the other variants. Her work didn't show up in major art exhibitions but they thrived in the entertainment industry. A particular actor I knew was an ardent collector and I had one as a present from my ex.

In reply, she found my zipper in the darkness and extracted my cock. She wrapped her fingers around me and stroked up and down my shaft, then her tongue was in my ear and I was tingling from the sensations she evoked in me.

Our lips met in the darkness. She explored my lower lip, sucking on it, tasting it, teasing me, then moved to my upper lip. By the time her tongue found its way into my mouth I had overcome my nervousness and reached for her breasts.

They were pert and soft when I weighed them in my hands. I found the straps of her dress and tugged them down her shoulders, conscious all the time of her wily tongue dipping in and out of my mouth, never quite letting my own tongue catch u with it.

I undid her bra and cupped her breasts. my thumbs found her nipples and they tautened at my touch as I stroked them. I broke off the kiss and went after her breasts like a maddened bull. She stopped masturbating me and moaned softly, stroking my hair.

I pushed her away from me and located the hem of her dress in the darkness. Getting on my knees on the floor of the car, I buried my head between her thighs and got her cunt opening on the first try. This time the moans were louder and she gushed copiously onto my tongue. When she screamed, I knew I had brought her to orgasm.

Without giving her time to recover, I got into my seat and pulled her into my lap, impaling her on my cock. It seemed like forever before I got all of my dick into her, then I was gripping her ass and thrusting away.

I erupted inside her and as our mixed juices ran down my cock, I wondered if life got any better than this...

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Yesterday a package arrived in the mail. Even before I opened it I knew it was from the woman known as Nadia to me, Shonell to others. I didn't have to measure the sculpture, but I did and it was a perfect fit.

I'm working on a bust now and I known I have the right dimensions. I just know.

The Real Fantasia

2007-03-01T19:28:00.000-08:00

It was my second week at Q Corp. Everyone was friendly and seemed to go out of their way to make me feel at home. I'd met a few of the girls on my team and they were real lookers. I was waiting to survey the lie of the land before making a move.

"Hello Clarke!" someone stuck her head through the door of my cubicle. I turned.

It was Uemura, the petite chattery girl working with me on the profiling team.

"Hi Uemura!" I grinned, glad to get a break from what seemed to be intentionally obfuscated code.

She walked in and peered over my shoulder.

"Bob wrote that didn't he?" she asked.

I nodded and she sighed.

"We've been trying to get our clients to move to the new API. It's cleaner and faster. Meanwhile, inhouse we still have people like Bob using stuff we depreciated two revisions back."

"I think I've already checked in some of that," I said.

"Dan's going to raise hell when you tell him," she shook her head. "Sometimes I wish I could kick that Bob of an asshole in the nuts."

That was Uemura. Swearing and cursing in that cute accent while keeping a pretty, straight face. I smiled inwardly.

"I'm new here. I wouldn't want to challenge someone who's been here since you rolled out the very first version, if what I hear is true," I shrugged resignedly.

"I'll talk to him," she reassured me. "Did you get an invitation to the party?"

"What party?" I asked as the email notification box for my email program popped up. "There it is."

It was from Jenny, our project manager inviting us to a party at 7pm.

"What's it for?" I asked Uemura.

"Beats me," she lifted her shoulders slightly. "I guess you'll have to get used to it. We have parties all the time. After a while we stopped having any reasons. We just have parties and no reasons, yes?"

We laughed at her little joke.

"So tell me, Uemura-chan, are they any fun?" I asked.

"Normal stuff. Beer..."

"I teetotal."

"Tee-to-tal," she repeated. "I don't think I've heard that word before. What does it mean?"

"I can't give you a dictionary definition, but it means I don't drink alcohol."

"It's good you mentioned it. We can arrange something else for you."

"I don't understand," I was puzzled. "You said 'we.' Is it something you and Jenny are hosting together?"

"Parties are a company affair -- everyone pitches in," she explained. "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it."

"I think I will," I replied.

She looked at her watch, signifying the small talk was over.

"I've got to get back to work," she said unnecessarily. "Just leave out the packages Bob worked on until we come to an agreement. It wouldn't make sense to check them in only to have Dan pull them out of the repository."

I watched her leave, my eyes on the subtle motion of her small, almost imperceptible ass under her jeans. I gulped, admonished myself for my roving eyes, then resumed working.

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That evening I had nothing doing. I'm not exactly a party man. My only recollections of parties were the ones from my college days -- loud music, too much booze, and then the smell of pot and whatever else people smoked.

I briefly contemplated not going but after channel-surfing for a few minutes with nothing interesting on TV, boredom finally got to me. I looked around for a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt, making yet another mental note to do my laundry.

When I got in the party was already in full swing. The dance floor was alive with company executives jiving with low-level coders. The music blaring from the speakers was a cacophony of sounds that I wouldn't have termed music even if I was high on crack. Everyone seemed to be having a great time.

I walked to the bar to get a drink and while away time.

Bob was manning the bar. He had on a pair of headphones and was doing the best jig he could from behind the bar. I asked for a Coke and he poured me some brandy. I didn't complain. I found a seat and pretended to sip from my glass.

"Having a great time are we?" someone sat next to me, out of breath. She had obviously just come off the dance floor.

"Yes," my voice lacked conviction. Jenny laughed.

"It's pure bullshit, but it works because of what's to come later," she winked.

"Really?" I asked dryly.

"Yeah," she winked again, taking my hand. "Let's dance."

I didn't have time to protest. She dragged me onto the dance floor and I tried to move as well as I could with her.

There didn't seem to be any logic to our movements except that she was rubbing her breasts against my chest one moment, then the next had her back to me and was brushing her ass against the crotch of my jeans.

"This is tuneless!" I shouted above the din.

"It's meant to be!" she shouted back.

Good God, what have I gotten myself into? I wondered.

I excused myself and headed for the bathroom. When I pushed the door open, I stood open-mouthed.

I recognized one of the girls on my team backed against the wall. Her skirt and panties were in a pool around her high heels and kneeling before her, almost in reverence was an intern. His head was buried between her legs and from where I stood I could hear her moans as he licked her.

I was aware of my erection when the crotch of my jeans tightened. I had never realized I had the voyeur in me but I doubt they would have noticed me even if I had walked right up to them.

She stroked his hair adoringly, a look of pure lust on her face as his tongue played with her cunt. I saw him briefly disengage, then rise to his feet and penetrate her in one single thrust before I left hurriedly to cool off, the urge to relieve myself gone.

When I rejoined the party some more meaningful music was playing. Bob had taken off his headphones and I was able to get a Coke.

I retired into a corner to sip on my drink, the images of the intern going down on my colleague fresh in my mind and serving as a reminder that I hadn't gotten laid in months.

"May I have this dance?" I heard Uemura ask.

"Where've you been?" I turned to her.

"Do you want to dance or not?" she asked again. She pulled me to my feet before I could object and we joined the others on the dance floor.

Before long I was moving in ways I never knew I could. My partner was lively, and I found myself wondering why I'd thought it wasn't going to be swell minutes before.

A slow number was put on and Uemura came into my arms. I fished my handkerchief out of my pocket and helped her wipe the sweat on her face. She smiled gratefully.

I can't remember when we made contact but some moments later, she had her face buried in my chest. I rubbed her back gently, moving my hands slowly down until I got to the beginning of her bottom.

I took a deep breath when I slid my hands even lower until I was cupping her buttocks. I kneaded them gently, pulling her even closer.

"That feels nice," she sighed. "Rub my back."

We both knew I wasn't rubbing her back.

I kissed the top of her head, then buried my nose in her hair. She smelled wonderful -- sweaty from dancing, but wonderful.

Taking encouragement from her sighs, I hiked her short skirt up slightly, and massaged her warm, panty-clad bottom. She tilted her head upward and our eyes met. She was blushing.

I realized she was guiding us towards a darker corner. I turned so that I had my back to everyone and slipped my hands into her panties, my thumb finding her clit. She tilted her head up and we kissed -- slowly and tentatively at first, then wildly, not getting enough of our tongues.

My erection was more pronounced now and it rubbed against her abdomen. She rubbed her palm against my crotch, then deftly, unzipped my jeans and popped out my cock with some difficulty.

I was too far gone to care if everyone was watching. I peeled her panties down and my finger zeroed in on her asshole. I traced the wrinkles, somewhat smoothened by the sweat in her crack, and she jerked slightly.

"Relax," I whispered. She nodded as I spread her cheeks even further for unrestricted access.

Her fingers were wrapped around my cock and she masturbated me as gently as the lack of moisture allowed. The pressure was beginning to build up at the base of my shaft. I wanted her to stop... but I didn't want her to stop.

When my cock jerked, she spun me around to face the others. I was aghast but there was little I could do. There was a thrill from the taboo-ness of facing the group and shooting my cum across the room from my pulsing cock.

When it was over and I began to soften, I stood facing them sheepishly. I had no idea how I was going to make a graceful exit. I scanned the room slowly, my eyes connecting with each person's, trying to gauge their reaction to what had happened.

Everyone was silent and I felt beads of cold sweat forming on my neck and running down the hollow of my back.

Whatever expectation I had of what would happen next didn't include Bob giving me the thumbs up from behind the bar, then the eruption as everyone cheered.

It was surreal. I looked round again and slowly, realization dawned on me.

I was at an orgy.

Jenny was straddled over Dan's lap but I could see his cock, glistening with her juices, between her legs. Mubarak, the Pakistani DBA has his hand inside the blouse of one of the marketing executives. Everywhere I looked, I saw people getting it on.

I turned to Uemura. She had stepped out of her panties and skirt and was wearing a broad grin on her face.

"Why, you witch!" I said in mock anger.

She laughed, then turned and ran. I followed.

We dashed out of the party room, heading for the offices. She turned a corner and when I went round it, she jumped into my arms, knocking the wind out of me.

She wrapped her legs around me and we kissed again, taking our time this time. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I supported her by placing my hands under her bottom.

I moved to the wall and held her against it.

"Why didn't you tell me it was an orgy?" I asked.

"You wouldn't have come if I told you, would you?" she asked back.

I thought for a moment, then shook my head, "No."

With my teeth, I ripped off the buttons of her blouse. She wasn't wearing a brassiere. I played with her breasts, holding her nipples lightly between my teeth and flicking my tongue against the tips. She held my head to her, the low moans coming from her throat telling me I was doing well.

I went lower, licking down her abdomen, enjoying the salty taste of her skin. I paused briefly at her navel and she giggled like a schoolgirl when I sucked on it.

I moved still lower but it wasn't bright enough for me in the corridor. I lifted her off the floor and headed for the conference room.

Without breaking my stride, I switched on the lights and placed her on the table.

"Is this necessary?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "I want to see all of you. I want to see your pussy."

And your asshole, I didn't add. I would probably have freaked her out if I'd said that.

I parted the soft folds of flesh and began to lick, Her legs opened wider as she moaned with pleasure. When my tongue found her hiding clit, she grabbed my head and came violently.

I wet my finger in her cum and brushed it against her anus. Her orgasm hadn't subsided and it was a while after she was done cumming before she noticed. She was strangely quiet, not moving except for the occasional flex of the ring of muscle. I could tell it was a new experience for her and she was too shy to talk about something that taboo.

"Well?" I prompted, breaking the silence, my finger stroking her. "What do you think?"

"Freaky," she whispered. "I can't believe I'm enjoying this."

I chuckled. "That's normal," I said. "It's pretty."

My dick was back to life again. She helped me step out of my denims. Taking my penis in her hand, she brushed it against her slit, then eased the head in. She was so wet I slid in without much effort. I placed my hands under her hips and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

The walls of her velvety cunt, smooth and slippery with her juices felt like heaven. I thrust away enthusiastically, never wanting the moment to end. We both came at the same time and my cum was still scalding her sugar walls when she flipped us over on the conference table and began to ride me.

Surprisingly, my erection hadn't subsided. I played with her asshole as I moved my hips to meet her bouncing on my cock. I could feel another orgasm building up. There was the familiar tingling sensation at the base of my cock...

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...And then I felt the wetness of soaked my boxers. I tossed off the sheets and switched on the bedside lamp. The time by the clock said it was 7:00am.

Damnit, I was late!

I shaved and washed in record time, grabbed the first shirt and pair of pants I saw and joined the rush hour traffic.

When I walked into the Q Corp building, I hurried to my cubicle to see if I could get done with my assigned task before 9.

I found Uemura behind my workstation, calmly tapping away at the keyboard.

"Hello Clarke," she said without turning.

"Hi," I said. "Thanks for the help."

She turned round and flashed me a smile. "We all help each other here -- it's really nothing."

"I'm sorry I overslept," I explained. "I had some silly dream that..."

I stopped, realizing I had almost given it away.

She swiveled round to face me. "What dream?"

"It's nothing," I said hastily. "Something about a wild party."

Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "You'd better hurry along and see Jenny then. I'd like to hear about your dream."

I plopped my laptop bag on the desk and hurried to Jenny's office.

When I pushed open the door, my mouth hung open. She was bent over her desk and Dan was stabbing his dick in and out of her from behind.

"Hello Clarke," she called cheerily. "Would you like to join us?"

"Ummm, no," I said quickly and shut the door.

When I got back to my cubicle, Uemura was waiting for me.

"I'm not sure I understand," I said, embarrassed. "I don't remember driving back home."

"That's because I fucked you out," she said the words easily. "Bob and Ivan took you home."

I nodded, dazed.

"You look tense," she remarked. "Do you want me to give you a blowjob?"

"What?!"

"Relax," she said. "It's like asking you if you want a drink."

She brushed past me. When she reached the doorway, she stopped and said, "Don't forget I offered you one."

This was going to take some getting used to.

Masseuse

2007-02-02T22:12:00.000-08:00

I don't particularly fancy being near smokers -- especially women smokers -- but as the woman leaning against the railing got out a cigarette, I found myself watching her -- intently. She fumbled in her handbag for a minute then threw a casual glance in my direction.

I waited as she walked towards me, taking my time to admire her smooth, tanned legs.

"Excuse me," she said. "Do you have a lighter?"

"I don't smoke," I replied. "But I've got some matches."

I lit her cigarette for her, finding something sensuous in the way she took a drag and blew the smoke out. We stood looking out to sea.

She was leaning slightly away from me and from time to time, I let my eyes wander over the tight small buttocks so wonderfully outlined in her white shorts.

She coughed when she sucked in too much smoke.

"Smoking's not good for your health, you know," I said.

"I know," she replied between coughs. "I smoke when I'm nervous and I haven't been nervous in six years."

"Seasick?" I asked. She nodded.

We were silent for a few minutes and I continued my discrete survey of her bottom.

"Feel any better?" I asked. She shook her head coughing again. I took the cigarette from her and crushed it under my shoe.

"I know just the right thing," I smiled down at her. "You're tense, too many positive ions. A massage perhaps?"

She took off her dark glasses and our eyes met. From the searching way she looked at me, I could tell she was trying to determine my motives.

"Well?" I held my hand out. She took it and together we went upstairs to my suite.

I got a towel and handed it to her.

"You can change here," I said, adding. "I won't look."

I went into the bedroom and changed into lighter clothing. When I returned she was lying face down on the table, the white towel draped over her butt. Her clothes were draped over the chair and a thrill shot through me when I noticed her panties were at the top.

She had the smoothest, toned skin I'd ever seen, the bra strap lines on her back her only blemish. My hands trembled with anticipation as I uncorked the bottle of massage oil Id gotten the day before. I poured some onto her back and smoothed it over, massaging her shoulder blades and neck before focusing on her back.

The towel didn't exactly cover her butt completely and I could just make out where the small of her back ended and her butt crack began. My hands stopped just shy of her bottom every time I moved down and I had to resist the urge to yank the towel off and fondle her ass.

When I was done with her back I moved around the table to her legs and feet and applied the oil. As I lifted each leg to rub some underneath, I sneaked peeks at her snatch. She was wet.

After a while of working on her legs I heard her say, "Do my butt."

I flipped the towel off her butt in record time, so excited I poured to much oil onto her skin.

I placed my palms on her warm ass and kept them there without moving.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"It's a technique I call 'Blessing the butt,'" I said, quickly beginning to massage her bum.

From time to time, I pulled her ass cheeks slightly apart and peered at her pink butthole.

"What are you doing?" she asked again after I'd parted the lobes of her buttocks for longer than was necessary.

"Er..." My mind couldn't conjure something fast enough this time.

"Quit fooling around and stick your finger in me," she said huskily, a touch of excitement in her voice.

My middle finger zigzagged up and down her slit until I found her entrance. She was a tight fit and my cock jerked in my shorts in anticipation of what lay ahead.

I brushed her wrinkled starfish with my thumb as I finger-fucked her. As she got wetter, she spread her legs wider. When she came, I leaned over and licked her juices off her cunt.

She sat up on the table, her cheeks flushed with excitement, her lips moist and parted. She reached up with her hands and pulled me down to her. We kissed slowly, then as we heated up, our tongues became wilder. I loved the way she tasted sans the cigarette-smokey taste.

We came up for air, panting. After catching my breath, I went for her breasts. She had small tits with unusually long nipples. I admired them briefly, rolling them between my fingers before sucking on them, one after the other.

She pushed me away after a while.

"That was a very unique massage," she said, getting off the table. I was only partially listening. I only had eyes for her nipples and I wished she would let me go back to sucking on them.

"Thanks," I said.

"For someone who's never given a massage, you do know how to make a woman feel good," she said to me and I wondered how she had known.

"Aren't you a tad overdressed?" she asked, then without waiting for a reply. "Let's get your clothes off and I'll show you how we masseuses do it."

I took off my t-shirt and stepped out of my shorts. Somehow, I knew I was going to get a massage I would remember for a very long time.

Restrained II: The Exhibition

2007-01-27T17:54:00.000-08:00

She stood a little distance in front of him. He wished she had given one of his hands a little leeway. He'd have gotten himself off just by watching her disrobe.

She unwrapped the sari slowly and carefully and when it finally came off he waited for her to take off her choli. Instead, she stood there looking down at him.

"Why did you stop?" he asked impatiently.

"I said I was only going to take off my sari," she replied demurely.

"Well, take everything off," he said.

He licked his dry lips with anticipation, his hungry eyes following the elimination of her choli, then her pavada. When she took off her bra he asked her to stop.

She had the pert, upturned breasts he would have expected on a twenty year old body. Her dark, unusually long nipples stood proudly at attention. His mouth watered as he thought of the hours he'd have loved to spend just sucking on them.

"Let's see what you've got down there," he drawled.

She rolled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Unlike most Indian women, she didn't have a full bush. She had shaved her mound down to a smooth, crisp, landing strip that tapered as it approached the beginnings of her cunt lips.

"Alright, lean a little back with your legs slightly apart," he ordered. "I'd like you to stick a finger in your cunt."

"What's cunt?" she appeared confused.

"Your choot," he prompted.

He watched her finger slide completely into her body and without being prompted, slide some distance out completely covered in shiny fluid. He was so mesmerized that for a while he didn't give any commands as she masturbated. When she began to moan and twiddle her clit, her eyes closed as if she were in rapture, he debated within himself whether to let her come or to prolong her misery. Looking down at his hard, precum-oozing cock, he made his decision.

"Stop!" he called out.

Her hand stopped moving and she looked at him with what could have been the look on his face when she teased him. He countered her glowering by sticking out his tongue.

"Turn around," he said. She backed him and he checked out her smooth derriere. Not too big, not too flat. again, he wished he wasn't bound. he'd have fondled her ass cheeks and pulled them apart and...

"Bend over," he said. "Spread your ass for me."

When she bent over and pulled her butt cheeks apart, his cock twitched involuntarily. His eyes lingered briefly on the moisture on her thighs then moved up. Her dark pussy lips extended to her anus where they simply ceased to exist.

His eyes settled on her dark brown rosebud, the object of his quest. He wondered if she knew he wasn't exactly admiring her rear view. The wrinkly, slightly sweaty orifice winked slightly as she breathed slowly. He looked down at his cock which was by now bathed in sticky precum. He was so hard it was beginning to hurt.

"Can you stick a finger in your ass for me?" As soon as the words left his mouth he knew he had made a mistake. She stiffened, her hands dropped and she turned to face him.

"Do I look like a..." she began.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he cut her off. "But I didn't make the rules."

"That's true," she stuck a finger in her mouth, pretending to think. "But since you've done something I don't like I'm going to fuck you."

"What!" he couldn't believe his ears. "You should have told me this long ago."

She simply smiled as she slipped a condom on his penis and sat astride him. The virginal tits were finally his. He sucked on her nipples while she rode him , almost losing all feeling in his loins as he concentrated on his suckling.

Suddenly she had her hands around him and was squeezing him for all her worth. He was a bit alarmed until he felt her quim convulse around his dick.

When she was done cumming, her grip loosened and she stopped moving. She got off him and turned around to climb him reverse-cowgirl. This time she wasn't as slow as she had been before. Her ass rubbing against his abdomen as she bounced up and down his cock, it was hard not to come. She moaned as she climaxed with him, coming to a halt when they both ended.

She remained in his lap and they caught their breath.

"Can I go now?" he asked.

"Not until Ahmad and Khashif have worked on you," she replied.

It was his turn to stiffen.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Mr Lone," she leaned back, resting the back of her head on his shoulder. "We can't take you across the border looking like this. You need a new identity as well as a new face. They're very good at making my agents up."

It took a while for realization to dawn on him. He had just fucked his controller.

"I thought Agent Prajit was a man!" he exclaimed.

"Apparently not," she replied. "By the way, your Urdu sucks -- as you Americans would put it."

"I know," he admitted sheepishly. "I only learnt the dirty words."

She climbed off him and untied his bonds.

"You'd better get dressed before Ahmad and Khashif come in," she instructed, still managing to sound professional whilst naked.

"I will," he said. "I will..."

Longlasting Erection

2007-01-25T20:20:00.000-08:00

The males among our species have been bested by a reptile -- a week-long erection and two dicks certainly is something the ladies would love to investigate.

I'm still working on the second part of Restrained. What I have here is a bit anticlimatic so I'm brushing it up. Again, let's hope tonight is the night I'm not too lazy to put it up.

Restrained

2007-01-23T15:31:00.000-08:00

He took off his cuff links and rolled up his sleeves. The contact hadn't shown up yet and he was beginning to get nervous. He looked around without appearing to do so.

Henri had only been one week in India. All around him people were talking in Hindi, Urdu and whatever other blasted languages they spoke. He glanced at his watch again. Agent Prajit had promised to turn up by 6:00pm. He'd been waiting for close to thirty minutes. He wondered if this was how the agency ran business in India.

He summoned a passing waiter and told him to cancel his order and bring him his bill. The waiter returned a few minutes later, a look of awe on his face.

"Someone say she want to have dinner with you," he bowed.

"I'm sorry Monsieur but I've got business to attend to," Henri said. "Now if you'll tell me what my bill is..."

"She have already pay for your drink," the waiter said. He inclined his head slightly, almost imperceptibly, indicating a corner of the restaurant.

She was in a bright green sari, smiling slightly at him. He jerked his gaze away and counted out some rupees onto the table.

"Give these to her," he said. "I don't have time for chodna tonight."

He headed for the toilet leaving the waiter standing open mouthed at the table he had vacated.

When he had relieved himself, he looked in the drop point but couldn't find anything. He walked out of the restaurant and headed for his car.

The lady in the green sari was sitting on the hood of his car, examining herself nonchalantly in a mirror. The hem of her sari rode up her thigh and he had to remind himself that light brown flesh wasn't something he ought to be admiring at this place and time. She turned to face him, one of those fuck-me-now pouts on her lips.

"Why didn't you have dinner with me?" she placed her hand on his chest. Her English was surprisingly good and she had just a faint accent.

"I'm sorry," he shrugged her hand off. "I need to be off somewhere. I'm assuming the money the waiter gave you was more than enough to cover what you'd make in five busy nights?"

"What?" she was no longer pouting.

"Get off the hood of my car," he said, impatient. Prajit must have been blown. Logically, the cartel would be onto him. He wondered how much time he had left.

Her face went hard and she called out something in Urdu. Two sinister looking turbaned men appeared and took hold of him.

"Hey!" he protested. One of them hit him over the head and he passed out.

When he came to, he was strapped in a chair. His tie was gone, his shirt was unbuttoned all the way down and he was missing his shoes. He struggled uselessly against his bonds until he was sure they weren't loose before he began to take in his surroundings.

He was in the center of a large room -- ornately furnished and well-lit. The curtains at the entrance were drawn and he considered himself judged restrained by his captors. He looked quickly around for a sharp edge he could manoeuvre his chair to.

The curtains parted and someone stepped in. It was the lady in the sari. She had her hands behind her back and walked with her chest stuck out in a provocative way. He couldn't believe he was getting hard when the future of his country rested on him not being here at this moment.

"You've got an impressive penis, Mr Henri," she stuck out her tongue, He followed her gaze and noted with embarrassment that the crotch of his trousers was elevated by his erection.

"I thought I paid you?" he asked.

"Not in kind," she reached him, then knelt in front of him and unzipped his trousers.

"When you're invited to eat with a minister's daughter you'd better be polite," she said, reaching inside his trousers and pulling his cock out. This was beginning to look like something straight out of a certain demented professor's erotic fantasies.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I'm doing what you paid me for," she replied as she stroked him.

"Wait!" he protested. "I'm sorry about what happened this evening. I didn't mean to insult you.. argggghhhh..."

His cock was in her mouth and she was sucking him, her head oscillating up and down his shaft. God, he wanted to cum. He wanted to fill her mouth with his seed. He clenched his jaw as he prepared to ejaculate.

Abruptly, she stopped and got to her feet.

"You chose to fuck with the wrong person," she said, stepping back. "We're going to play a game."

He was looking at her with pure, undisguised anger. His balls were still tingling from wanting to come. If she had even blown air lightly on his cock he would have come -- the urgency was that much.

"These are the rules," she walked around him. "In two minutes I'm going to take off my sari. You're going to be free to tell me whatever you want me to do here, excluding anything that'll bring us in contact -- or set you free. When we're done Ahmad and Khashif will work on you."

At the back of his mind, a plan was forming. If he couldn't get away from this rich lunatic, he could at least enjoy himself.

"I'm ready," he said.

Playing the Shawna Game II: Consummation

2007-01-19T11:48:00.000-08:00

I would have loved to keep kissing her forever if she had let me.

My hardened cock pushed up between her ass cheeks and her weight began to tell on me. I adjusted her carefully in my lap and moved my hands back to her hits. I squeezed them gently, my thumbs flicking over the taut nipples. She moaned hungrily into my mouth as our tongues tangoed. Damn, she could kiss like hell! I moved my hands to her back and was tracing a line down her back when the doorbell rang.

She swore as she gathered her t-shirt and bra and fled to the bedroom. I adjusted my trousers and went to answer the door. It was a delivery. I took the package, tipped the delivery boy and made my way to the bedroom.

I stopped in the doorway, mesmerized. Shawna was lying naked on her side facing the mirror with her back to me. The rear view was mouth watering, especially the way the full mauve lips of her pussy peeked out at me from the juncture of her ass and legs.

"Are you going to stand there drooling over my ass or are you going to drop that box and come over?" she asked without moving.

Our eyes met in the mirror. She smiled at me, then stuck out her tongue teasingly.

I dropped the package quickly and went to sit on the bed. I skimmed my hand over her smooth rump then leaning down, pulled her buttock upward and speared her cunt with my tongue. She moaned softly as I tongued her, my tongue flicking rapidly in and out of her.

She bucked her ass into my face and came. There's something about seeing a woman come from behind. I pulled back to enjoy the view, then leaned in to lap up her juices When her orgasm subsided, I licked up her back to her neck, savoring the salty, female taste of her.

She sat up and turned to face me. She fondled my member through my denims. I thought I would come any moment.

She stopped rubbing me and began to help me off with my clothes. My shirt, my jeans, then my boxers came off in seconds. When my circumcised nine-incher made it's appearance, I could see her eyes glimmer with anticipation.

She wrapped her hand around my stiff cock and began to masturbate me. I moved my hips to her tempo, fucking her hand as she jerked me off. She stopped and got on her knees in front of me.

She licked the precum off the tip of my penis and looked up at me, licking her lips teasingly. When she swallowed me whole I leaned back slightly to enjoy. She began to move, making the bed shake under me.

I doubt she would have thought of sucking me off if she knew how close I was to coming, and that I hadn't gotten laid in months. In less than a minute I was hitting the back of her throat with hot jism. She sputtered on my cock as the cum rolled out of her mouth but I've got to give it to her -- she simply kept going until she had it all out, then dashed to the bathroom.

When I reached her, she was bent over the sink gargling. Talk about a turnoff.

I placed my hands on her shoulder and asked, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, still gargling. I rubbed her shoulders.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"That's okay," she turned from the sink. "You hit me with a super load back there."

I cupped her bottom and lifted her off the floor onto my shoulder. She giggled as I took her back to the bedroom and deposited her on the bed.

"What's funny?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said. "I just got freaked out when I suddenly had my mouth full."

I shrugged and made her lie across my lap. When I parted the lobes of her butt she stiffened slightly.

"What're you doing?" she asked.

"Just looking," I replied as I spread them even further, exposing her asshole.

"Are you a freak or something?" she asked when I stroked her anus with my index finger.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

She was silent for a while then said, "No. It just feels weird -- and naughty..."

I've never been able to explain my fascination with women's bum holes. It might be the exclusive feeling that comes from looking at such a private region, or the look on a woman's face while I play with her butthole. And I think the wrinkles are adorable. Gosh I'm crazy!

So there we were, Shawna giggling like a schoolgirl and squirming in my lap as I tickled her asshole, her inhibitions completely gone. I was beginning to get hard again. I leaned over and kissed her neck before I made her sit up.

From there she took charge. She pushed me onto the bed and straddled my cock, holding my arms down as she impaled herself on my shaft. She was super tight and we took some time to get me in.

When she had me buried to the hilt in her, she ground her clit against the base of my cock , then began to move -- slowly at first, then as she got wetter, she increased her tempo while still holding me down. Soon the bed was creaking as she fucked me wildly.

She came once but kept going like a wild animal. I was beginning to lose my breath as she attacked me with her cunt. This was fucking. This was furious fucking. I loved it.

There was that tingling sensation in my cock and then I was emptying my spunk into her as she came. She kept moving, decreasing her tempo until our orgasms subsided before collapsing on me, finally releasing my hands.

I stroked her hair while we caught our breaths.

"Tell me, have I ever been an object of your fantasy?" she asked.

"No," I replied.

She lifted her head off my chest to give me one of those searching looks.

"Liar!" she said finally. We laughed...

Playing the Shawna Game

2007-01-12T00:06:00.000-08:00

Recently, one of my readers told me she'd like to see longer posts. I'm assuming this is because, unlike most erotica writers, I try to develop a storyline, eliminating [most of] the repetitiveness and most of the time keep things as realistic as possible (see As It Is). While trying to do some 'character development' I came up with a long post (which I still haven't finished, by the way). I hope you don't get too bored.

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Ken executed a flawless Kuzuuryu Reppa against Garuda, ending in a knockout.

I dropped the joystick and wiped off the sheen of perspiration that had formed on my face. For the first time ever, I'd beaten Garuda on 'Hard' in Streetfighter Ex3 Plus, and that is no walkover, if I may say.

The doorbell rang. I got off the floor and went to answer the door. It was Shawna.

For a while we stood staring at each other, then she stood on tiptoe and planted a light, effusive kiss on my lips.

"You look good," she said.

I looked down at my ragged jeans with the knee-holes, and then at my feet with the long, broken toenails. We both laughed.

"Come in," I said, taking her coat.

She sat in the love seat facing the television.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked.

"Just water," she replied, as I knew she would. Ever since I've known her, she's been one of those health nuts who don't drink anything except water or freshly squeezed un-genetically modified fruit juice.

I got a bottle of spring water from the fridge and a glass from the kitchen. On my way back I put on my shirt.

I joined her on the love seat and watched her as she held the glass up to the light before drinking from it. I could tell she was slightly troubled.

"So for two months I try to call you and you keep hanging up on me. Suddenly, you turn up on my doorstep..." I blurted out. Oops, I hadn't exactly meant to let it out that way. Oops!

"I'm sorry," I said.

"I should be apologizing," she said gently, trying to smile. "I'm sorry."

"Oh no no, that's okay," I said. "How's Mark?"

Her face clouded over.

"That bad?" I asked. She nodded.

"You split up?" she nodded again, and I put two and two together.

"When you broke up with him you didn't want to talk to anyone," I stated unnecessarily. She nodded once more.

"Oh, baby, I'm awfully sorry," I put my arm around her and pulled her to me. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"You could have talked to me," I said. "I'm always here."

"I know," she whispered.

After a while she pulled away. She seemed to be handling it well.

I picked my joystick and reset the game.

"Are you up for a game?" I asked.

"Sure," she placed the glass carefully on the side stool and picked the second joystick.

We chose our fighting characters and soon I was pommelling her character without mercy.

"Where do you live now?" I let her character hit mine a couple of times.

"I'll write down the address when I'm leaving," she replied.

I went into Excel and executed a flurry of combos.

"That's not fair," she protested. I grinned.

"You know, when I was a greenhorn like you..." I began. She rolled her eyes at me. "When I was a greenhorn like you, I beat a lot of experienced guys by 'rubbing.'"

"How do you do that?" she asked.

"It's simple. You place your joystick under your shirt and glide your thumbs over the controls," I explained.

"How?" she asked again.

I took her joystick from her and snuck my hand under her t-shirt. My fingers grazed her breasts and I withdrew my hand as quickly as I'd have done if I'd touched live coals.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammered, embarrassed.

"That's okay," she smiled at me. "It's not like you haven't touched them before, remember?"

We'd been friends since childhood, growing up next door to each other. I'd defended her against some of the other bullies in the street since I was five and her mom used to call me her little boyfriend, which made Shawna jealous.

When she started to grow breasts, she would tell me about the pain, and show them to me. I would feel them, making remarks about how much bigger they'd grown since the last time.

It had all been innocent play -- nothing overtly sexual -- until her father barged in on us one day. The rage on his face terrified me and I was more than happy to get away when he ordered me to leave and never talk to his daughter again.

Her mother had given her a lecture, then pleaded with her father on my behalf. The boob play had stopped, and we hadn't been allowed to meet in our usual hideout anymore.

I looked away from her, as embarrassed as I could be. I heard her unclasp her bra and when I turned to her, she had lifted the hem of her shirt and I was staring at the twins. Something stirred in my jeans.

"They're bigger now," she said. "Go on, touch them..."

I took the soft globes in my hands and felt them the way I had ten years before. Was it just me, or were her nipples erect? I pulled away.

"I don't think this is a good idea," I said.

"What isn't good about it?" she was still holding her shirt up and there was no doubt about it now -- her nipples were hard. "You're afraid you'll be tempted to fuck me. That's it, isn't it?'

Shawna was always the one to put things a little too candidly.

"Yes," I admitted.

"What's wrong with that?" she asked. She scuttled her butt over until her face was mere centimeters from mine.

"I don't want to hurt you," I said. "I don't want to make you feel like this will help you get over Mark."

She had this hurt look on her face and I knew I was partly right.

Our gazes were locked and we breathed slowly. I loved the feel of her breath on my face.

Her next move took me completely by surprise.

"Screw Mark," she said, taking her top off and plopping her ripe bottom in my lap.

"I'm going to have you whether you want it or not," she said huskily.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed. Her lips clamped down on mine, silencing my protests.

I really didn't have any choice did I? I accepted her tongue into my mouth and reached for her tits, this time showing none of my earlier reserve.

Let's hope I get around to writing the real 'fucking session' after this.

Le Bibliothécaire

2006-12-15T12:16:00.000-08:00

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

2006-12-10T16:02:00.000-08:00

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

2006-11-11T15:38:00.000-08:00

"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

2006-10-24T19:16:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-18T21:49:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-13T22:13:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-07T11:43:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-03T02:25:00.000-07:00

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

Curtis

2006-09-22T16:03:00.000-07:00

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

2006-09-11T11:08:00.000-07:00

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

2006-09-08T04:32:00.000-07:00

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

2006-09-01T11:02:00.000-07:00

Jennifer peered over her glasses at him, an incredulous look on her face.

'When did you sign this agreement?' she asked, tapping her pen idly on the arm of her chair.

'Two weeks ago,' he replied, using his thumb to reposition his erection.

'I can't believe you successfully negotiated something that lucrative,' she shook her head.

'Sometimes I get lucky,' he smiled.

She leaned back in her chair and stretched, her business suit outlining the curves of her breasts. He jerked his gaze guiltily upward when he sensed she was watching him. There was a mischievous smile on her face.

'You didn't want your lawyer to get her fee, did you?' she asked.

'It's not that,' he protested, leaning forward. His erection poked against his zipper and he winced.

'Is there something wrong?' she sasked, leaning forward and concerned.

'No, no no. I'm fine -- really,' he blurted out too quickly.

She rose from the desk and walked around towards him to check out the problem.

'If you're not feeling well today, I'd suggest you...' she stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes bulging at his tumescence. He looked down, too embarassed to hide it in front o fher.

'I'm sorry,' he muttered, rising to his feet, feeling stupid at the boner making a tent in his trousers. 'I must be going.'

She caught his hand before he could move.

'Do you want me to take care of it?' she asked. He was dry throated as her fingers encircled his shaft. His cock jumped in her hand and she looked up at him, a coy smile on her slightly parted lips.

He pulled her to himself and they kissed, his hands clasping her supple buttocks., first tentatively, then boldly. He lifted her skirt up and tugging down her panties, felt her warm, smooth bottom for the first time.

She unzipped him either so quickly or so gently, that he was jolted when he felt her hand holding his bare skin, stroking it gently. She pulled away from him, then slipped won, unfastening his belt and tugging his trousers and briefs down.

For a moment, she looked up at him, her soft brown eyes drowning him with desire as she slowly licked the underside of his cock. She licked up and down his length, coating his cock with moisture before taking him into her mouth.

He looked down, watching her tantalizing him. He snaked his hands through her hair. Jennifer hummed some gibberish as she fellated him, sending thrills up and down his spine.

When she sensed he was about to come, she accelerated her movements, deepthroating him expertly. With a groan, he shot a thick load against the back of her throat. She never missed a beat, just kept going up an ddown on him as his cock jerked spasmodically in her mouth.

She withdrew his cock from her mouth and rose to her feet.She took off her suit, then her blouse. He helped her off with the flimsy bra and took her breasts in his hand, rubbing the erect nipples against each other.

She moaned, watching him as he knelt before her and undid her zipper, allowing her skirt to fall at her feet. He parted her legs and surveyed her pink slit.

'Eat me,' she whispered.

He leaned closer to her cunt and blew lightly along it's length. She sighed, the soft breeze from his lips tickling her clit. When his tongue finally touched her, she came, her juices runing down into his waiting mouth.

He pulled her down onto the office carpet with him, impaling her on his dick. She leaned over him and held his hands down before she began to move.

She was a very fast fucker. She hammered him with brute force he would never have guessed belied her petite frame, grinding her clitoris against the base of his cock. When she sensed he was about to come she would stop and hold him down, not permitting any movement while she tensed and relaxed her vaginal muscles slowly around him.

After a while the tingling sensation in his balls intensified. He flipped her over, had her lift her legs over her head and began to pump her, his balls slapping against her asshole.

She held on to him, her sharp fingernails digging into his back through his shirt. They came together, holding on to each other as his come shot into her and ran down his cock mixed with her juices.

Smooth as a Feather

2006-08-28T08:31:00.000-07:00

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

2006-08-27T06:11:00.000-07:00

I was sitting at my desk going over some students' essays. For the most part, they were very boring and I found myself awarding dismal scores to students who felt they deserved better.

There was a knock on the door.

'Denise, how many times have I told you not to knock?' I asked without looking up. 'Come in.'

The door opened and my colleague Cheryl walked in. She was dressed to kill and I found myself swallowing unconsciously.

'Hi,' she said.

'Hello Cheryl,' I adjusted my glasses to take a better look at her. 'You're looking exquisite today. Are we celebrating something?'

'Your birthday,' she said, leaning forward to kiss me. I turned my cheek, assuming the kiss was sisterly but she went for my lips instead. The kissogram started out as light and effusive but somehow, our tongues tangoed in a French kiss.

'My, oh my!' she exclaimed when we disengaged. I was slightly embarrassed as I assumed I had initiated the kiss. She didn't look like someone who had just been kissed -- I, on the other hand was completely flustered.

'This is getting interesting,' I surveyed her more diligently. 'Don't you have a class?'

'I was supposed to deliver a birthday present from the department to our most boring professor,' she pouted. 'Oh my goodness! I've got another present for you.'

She sat on my desk and produced a package from her handbag which she handed to me. I opened it slowly and pulled out a pair of silky panties.

'This must be some mistake,' I was doubly embarrassed now. ' You must have...'

She parted her legs slowly...seductively... and I was staring at pink through her skirt. The shadow that fell over her full, slightly hairy lips made them more alluring. My hand moved of its own accord and I found my fingertips brushing against her coochie. Her thighs were completely wet and when my finger slipped in, she was extremely tight.

Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure, her teeth biting her lips to suppress the moans of ecstasy as I probed her, sometimes my finger as stiff as a rock, other times pliable. As she strained, about to let go, I stopped and retrieved my finger... slowly. I licked it sensuously, picked up my pencil, and returned to my papers.

'Fuck me, please,' Cheryl Smith, Professor of Ethics pleaded.

I let her beg for a while, my penis straining against my trousers as it sought relief.

'Cheryl, what would your students say?' I asked in mock incredulity. 'Our young Professor of Ethics using the f-word.'

I pulled her down into my lap and we kissed once again. I unbuttoned her blouse and fumbled with her brassiere. I couldn't quite get the hang of it until she helped me out and I beheld her breasts in their glory. I must have had a look of reverent wonder in my eyes because she blushed and held them out to me.

I ran my tongue slowly over the left nipple, then took it gently in my teeth. An animal groan came from her throat as I devoted the next few minutes to her fantastic nipples.

I pushed aside some papers and lifted her onto the desk, not minding if my students got cunt juice on their essays. I made her lean back and part her legs, then began to pleasure her. As I played with her lips and clitoris, I brushed my thumb against her protruding anus, teasing her. She kept lifting her bottom off her desk and when she kept if off for longer than usual, I knew she was about to come. I intensified my movements and had her juices running over my tongue, my thumb that was rhythmically stroking her anus and onto the papers on my desk.

She climbed slowly off my desk and we kissed once again, her hands massaging my penis with a great deal of familiarity. She unbuckled my belt, and tugged down my trousers along with my boxers. As my penis sprang free, it vibrated a little.

'We could use that in the Physics department as a pendulum,' she giggled as she took it gently in her hand and licked the underside. She had a small mouth, but somehow it fit in and she even deepthroated all x inches of me. She cut quite a pretty picture and I knew that next time I saw her smile, there'd be this picture of her with her lips wrapped around my cock.

I held back her head when I felt the rush of the incoming semen.

'Have you got protection?' I asked.

She retrieved a rubber from her handbag and slipped it on me.

'Someday I'll walk into your class and empty your handbag in front of your students,' I teased.

We both laughed. I sat in my chair and pulled her down onto me. She was very tight so I spent some time getting in. I began to bounce her on my cock, swivelling the chair every now and then and alternating between fast short strokes and long slow ones.

We came together, screaming loudly. I wonder what my secretary Denise sitting at her desk outside my door must have thought.

*

The Theater

2006-08-27T06:06:00.000-07:00

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.

*