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.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Esmeralda
She was ugly as hell, hair scraped back in a bun, the skin tight around the corners of her eyes and lips, but she did have shapely legs -- at least anytime they showed outside one of those her shapeless dresses. When I walked in on a Monday, hangover still hitting my head like a sledgehammer and my boss announced,'You'll be working with Esmeralda,' I sighed out loud.
'I know she's unpleasant to work with,' she silenced my protests with a wave of her hand. 'I also know you're a charmer. You should both work well together.'
I left her office crestfallen, a huge stack of files under one arm. In my office, I picked up the office directory and looked up her name. With some trepidation, I picked the phone and dialed her number.
'Esmeralda Alfonso,' the voice was cold, lacking humanity. This was turning out not to be such a good idea after all.
'Um...um,' I'd forgotten my name. 'I was supposed to work with you...'
'Oh, you,' she said nonchalantly. 'Shall I come over to your office or would you prefer that we met in mine?'
'I'll... er... come over,' I said quickly and dropped the phone as if I were holding a red hot potato. I picked the files and walked down to her office, praying I'd be able to leave unscathed.
I knocked twice, my heart literally in my mouth.
'Come in,' she called.
I walked in, then stopped at what I saw. The office was spic and span. Not a file on her desk was out of order, and I noticed for the first time that she was a neat freak. She looked up at me from behind her thick glasses and with a nod of her head, indicated a seat.
'Hi,' I grinned. 'I see we're going to have a good time working together.'
'Not if I can help it,' she leaned slightly towards me. 'Let's finish this as quickly as we can and pray we never meet again.'
I sat looking at her, openmouthed. I never expected something this unprofessional.
'Ok, I'll cut it,' she placed her soft hand over mine, a smile adding a touch of humanity to her face. 'You're the first guy who's actually tried to be nice. Let's get to work.'
The firm we were auditing had a lot of records -- apparently, my boss had given me one half and she the other. We made small talk as we worked and my usual wisecracks got her giggling.
The phone rang just as we were laughing over something I'd said. She answered it, listened for a few minutes then replaced it.
'We have to turn the records in by noon tomorrow,' she said, turning to me.
'Which means we'll have to work all night,' I moaned. 'I hate working in the office.'
'My place or your place?' she asked.
'Yours,' I replied. 'Seven?'
'Seven's fine,' she replied. We gathered up the files and took them to her car. I felt accomplished having achieved something akin to taming a shrew.
I arrived at her place seven on the dot. I spent quite a while ringing her doorbell and would have walked away had the door not opened.
I was standing face to face with a stunning beauty dressed in a flimsy gown. Her hair was wet and she was panting.
'Hello,' I said, trying to keep my eyes from wandering. 'I'm looking for Miss Alfonso. Does she live here?'
'Do I look different?' Esmeralda's voice came from the lady standing in front of me.
'What the...' I looked her over, realizing it was her -- the aquiline nose and the pursed lips certainly looked more tempting now.
'Come in,' she held the door open. 'I just got out of the shower -- I'm sorry I overslept.'
I was still too tongue-tied to say a word. I sat on the sofa, my eyes following her as she walked to the bar to get me a drink. Her gown had stuck in the cleft of her buttocks and I watched her hips swing from side to side as she walked.
She returned with a glass of wine and handed me an album.
'I need to get dressed,' she said. 'Won't take long.'
I wasn't listening to her. My eyes were fixed on the tops of her breasts that showed outside her gown.
'Are you with me?' she asked with mock anger in her voice. I took the proffered glass and album, then watched her ass as she walked to the bedroom.
She emerged some minutes later in a conservative gown, although it showed off more of her figure than the shapeless ones she wore to the office. We sat together on the sofa, looking through her pictures together.
'That was in Valencia,' she said as I turned the page. A lump caught in my throat. She was standing naked with her hands lifted over her head, a smile directed at whoever was holding the camera. My eyes traveled slowly down, past her lovely neck to her perfect breasts, down... down... until they stopped at her light bush.
'Nice picture,' I commented drily, looking at the next page. In this one she was sitting crosslegged in a beach chair. Her pink pussy lips peeked out at me from under her. Something stirred in my trousers. I adjusted my legs, repositioning my erection in the process.
'Just nice?' she asked in a throaty voice. This was a new side of Esmeralda I'd never seen before.
'Just nice,' I said. 'Shall we get on with the auditing?'
She stared at me for a while as if she couldn't believe me. Her face clouded and she left the room abruptly. I waited for a while, then decided to check on her in the bedroom.
She was sobbing into her pillow. I stood in the doorway, not knowing what to do. After some time, I approached her bed and sat down on it. I placed a hand on her shoulder and tried to pull the pillow away.
She hit me with it and I fell to the floor. I sat p, my erection very prominent now.
'Mama mia!' Esmeralda exclaimed in a very Spanish accent. 'Ees hard!'
She sat in my lap and we stared into our eyes. She had really lovely, green eyes and when I looked into them I was lost. She hadn't been crying -- it was all a sham.
Our first kiss was like the brush of feathers against my lips, then her tongue found its way into my mouth. She had quite a tongue -- one minute in this part of my mouth, the next in another. I couldn't believe this prude could kiss so sensuously.
Her bottom was applying some pressure on my hard cock so I had to lift her off my lap onto the carpet. She took control from there.
While she unbuttoned my shirt, she bit my ear and neck, running her tongue over them. I never believed I could get aroused so strongly just from getting kissed on my neck. As soon as my shirt was out of the way, she fastened her lips on my right nipple, licking around it and taking it into her mouth. She then repeated her actions on my left one, pulling on the hair on my chest with her fingers. She had sensuous lips -- that's for sure.
Her hands had been busy on my trousers. I had to lift my ass above the floor for her to tug my trousers and boxers down. She ignored my cock and took one of my balls into her mouth rolling it around, her mischievous tongue at work on it. She alternated between one ball and the other, then without any warning took my straining cock into her mouth. I was afraid I would come any moment but she definitely had some skill . I was so hard, it was beginning to hurt.
Her mouth worked up and down my shaft, teasing, urging me on, then pulling back at the last moment. I tried to fuck her mouth but she just held me in one position, letting me know who was boss. I gave in to her, waiting for her to make me come. She didn't.
She released my cock, softened with her saliva, and began to undress. Her breasts were smooth and standing, even more spectacular in the flesh than the photos I'd seen in her album. She held one out to me and I took her nipple in my mouth. It was long and hard and I enjoyed playing with it, a bit disappointed in the interval between when she pulled away and switched me to the other.
My hand went behind her and squeezed her supple buttocks. They were soft but firm and I found myself just content to fondle them, but she had other ideas. She got to her feet and stepped out of her panties, then stood over me, holding her pussy open.
I couldn't say no. My tongue dived into her muff and she began to babble some Spanish gibberish as I ate her out. I never realized how close she was to orgasm or I'd have denied her the same pleasure she did me. She let out a scream, her juices flooding my tongue and running down my chin.
When she had calmed down, she got on all fours and spread her ass cheeks for me. This was an invitation I couldn't miss. The sight of this cultured lady in such an obscene posture showing me her brown asshole and pink pussy got me harder than ever. I knelt behind her and drove my cock into her in one stroke. She let out a gasp.
I began to slam her with all my might. She went into a frenzy again, screaming unintelligible gibberish, never saying the same word twice. My thumbs dug into the skin in the crack of her ass as I fucked her with reckless abandon.
In the moment before I came, my thumb slipped into her asshole, shocking her and triggering her response. I must have come for two full minutes, my dick twitching inside her and sending spurt after spurt of my hot jism into her.
My cock got soft and I pulled out slowly. She still remained on her knees, her ass in the air, her hands still holding it open.
'Esmeralda,' I remembered what I came for. 'We've got some auditing to do.'
'Fake... phone call...' she said tiredly.
'Madre de Dios!' I exclaimed, picking some Spanish out of the air. My cock jumped to life...
'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...
Friday, September 8, 2006
Desk Escapade
Sarah the receptionist was bent over the desk, her tantalizing rear standing out like a beacon calling out to me. The elbow of one hand rested on the formica-topped desk while the other hand cradled a receiver into which she cooed softly.
I stepped around her high chair, and keeping well out of sight, placed a hand on her brazenly stuck out bum and ran it lightly over her bottom. She turned her head slightly and shot me a rather spiteful glance but continued talking.
I fondled one cheek, then the other, growing bolder by the minute. She wiggled her ass angrily, trying to shake off my hand.
I lifted her skirt and snuck my hand into her panties. I found her cunthole and pushed my thumb in. She clamped her legs shut, effectively trapping me in her.
My forefinger was right at the other side so I tickled her stiff clit with it. She sighed softly into the phone and her legs parted slowly. I replaced my thumb with a finger and when she was slippery enough, added another.
She rocked back and forth, getting wetter and wetter. I was surprised at how calm her voice was as she came, her juices running down my fingers.
I knelt behind her and tugged her panties to her knees, hiking her skirt up and spreading the lobes of her buttocks. Her pink rosebud sank in as she tensed, realizing that was the object of my attention, and I intended to play with it. Hers was a pretty asshole -- slightly dark around the rim and bright pink where the wrinkles converged. I rubbed one of my still-wet fingers around it. She wouldn't budge.
I noticed she had hair growing around the perimeter of her anus. Holding a tuft between my thumb and forefinger, I pulled gently. Her sphincter relaxed and I quickly slipped the tip of a finger in.
She didn't put up any more resistance and my finger sank slowly into her ass, past the last knuckle to the hilt. Suddenly, her butthole clamped down on my finger. I waited, wiggling it inside her.
Slowly, I fingered her, gradually increasing my tempo until she had another orgasm. I pulled my finger out and watched her asshole close up.
I got off my knees and unzipped my trousers, taking out my penis and coming to stand beside her at the receptionist desk. She found my erect cock under the table and began to stroke me as she rounded up her conversation.
She looked at me, then scanned the hotel lobby. It was empty so she got under the desk and took me into her mouth. I leaned on the desk, trying to look as calm as possible as her tongue traced fire on the underside of my dick and her warm, wet mouth moved up and down my shaft.
A family walked in and I booked them in, signaling a bellboy to take them to their suite. Sarah's mouth continued to work wonders on me underneath the desk.
As soon as the lobby was clear again, I pulled her up and we kissed, hands cupping her breasts for the first time. I didn't want to spoil her appearance so I bent her over and entered her from behind.
'Wha if someone comes in?' she asked as I fucked her.
'We'll take that risk' I said, lightheaded, my hips moving furiously as I slammed in and out of her. We came the same time, my spunk shooting into her. I quickly cleaned us up with a wad of tissues and we made ourselves presentable, then stood at the receptionist desk making small talk.
'You like taking risks,' she commented, eyeing me over her half-moon glasses. 'What if someone stumbled on us?'
'We had an audience,' I replied, nodding towards the door.
I'll never forget the look on her face as she turned slowly and saw our boss standing in the doorway, her cheeks flushed.
*
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.
*
Friday, September 1, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
Smooth as a Feather
My breakup with Dan was still tugging at my heart. Ours had been a tempestuous relationship -- wild and crazy passionate love-making, vacations in exotic places... We eventually broke up when he confessed to me his love for bondage and showed me the red weals gotten from a recent visit to a dominatrix.
I can take nearly everything, except sex that has to do with pain so I broke up with him, despite all his pleading. By some evil turn of fate, the five men I went out with shortly afterward were into BDSM as well. I began to avoid men. My vibrator worked long hours, but it could never be a substitute for the long thick penises of men I had come to enjoy --- the feeling when that hot throbbing piece of male flesh goes past either of my set of lips defies description.
I loved penises, but they never came 'standalone' -- they had to come attached to that annoying thing called a man. I assumed I'd never be able to find a real man who cared about me. How wrong I was.
We met in the park when I was taking a walk to shrug off my boredom. He was somewhere in his early twenties -- 23 at most -- with short hair and a very enticing smile. I guessed he was from somewhere in Africa -- he said Nigeria -- when I first heard the accent.
From the beginning I was outrageous. When we talked, his eyes never left my chest and I loved the way he ogled my breasts.
'Are you talking to me or to my breasts?' I asked sweetly. He jerked his gaze guiltily away from them and looked away
After a while, he said,'They're pretty, you know...'
We spent some time talking until it was completely dark.
'Where do you live?' he asked. 'A lady shouldn't walk home all by herself in the dark. I'll take you home.'
It was a corny line, but I decided the hell with it -- I just might get fucked silly tonight. Outside my door, he hesitated shyly.
'Come on in,' I kicked off my shoes and went to the bar to pour him a drink. He perched lightly on the sofa taking everything in with his eyes.
'Nice place,' he said.
'Thanks,' I replied from the bar, as I dropped ice into two glasses.
He must have moved very swiftly and silently, because the next thing I felt was his hot breath on my ear as he licked lightly along the skin of my neck. I shivered.
Emboldened, he cupped my right breast in his big hand. I wear a 34C, but my tit looked so pitifully small in his hand.
'You play basketball?' I asked.
I regretted asking as soon as he stopped working on the nape of my neck to say,'Yes.'
My body was afire with desire as he unzipped my dress from behind. I lifted my hands above my head and let it fall to my feet. Quickly, we worked to get rid o my clothes. He took them off carefully while I ripped them away like a frenzied animal until I was standing completely naked.
I was still leaning over the bar, my back to him. With his index finger, he drew a line from the back of my head, down my spine and stopped just shy of my anus. He reached around me and picked the biggest chunk of ice.
He traced my spine with the cool piece but this time he caressed my anus with it. I'd never let even Dan touch me back there but I found myself leaning forward and spreading my buttocks for his viewing pleasure and for the ice in his hand. He caressed my orifice, drawing circles around it, sometimes pushing the ice in a little.
He turned me around gently and we kissed. His hands spanned my bottom, gently kneading the lobes, rubbing them against each other. My knees were getting wobbly so he carried me to the bedroom and laid me on the four poster. He left for the living room and returned with a glass of ice.
He picked up a pillow and slipped the case off, twisting it into a rope. My worst fears were confirmed. He had taken off his jacket when he left for the living room and I felt a rush of panic as I surveyed the rippling muscles of his arm.
'I won't hurt you,' he said softly. 'You can tell me to stop anytime.'
With some trepidation, I allowed him to bend me over and tie my hands to the bed. My bum was offered to him, and I wondered how hard the spanks he was going to give me would be. They never came.
He stuffed some ice up my cunt and I found myself gushing copiously. I knew he had picked up my grandmother's quill pen when I felt feather brush lightly against my cunt lips. He tickled me, concentrating on my stiff clitoris while I struggled against my bonds.
He moved up, twirling the feather against my asshole. I clenched and unclenched it, and it must have pleased him, because he fluffed the barbs and concentrated on that area.
'Wink for me,' he whispered and I complied, feeling naughty for carrying out such a depraved act. My body begged for release.
'Make me come,' I pleaded. He let out a low, mocking laugh and walked around to kneel so he was looking under me. I watched helplessly as he reduced me to a pool of desire with his feather on my nipples. He paused to retrieve the ice which he used in place of the feather.
'Fuck me!' I screamed.
'Now we're talking,' he said. I watched hungrily as he rose to his full height and began to strip. He took his time divesting himself of his clothes and stopped when he had just a pair of boxers on.
'Take it off,' I implored, eyeing the bulge in his underwear.
He bent down, keeping his penis from view as he rolled down his boxers and stepped out of them. When he stood, he looked amused.
'Mon Dieu!' I exclaimed, my eyes as round as saucers. My anxiety gave way to apprehension as I studied his cock. There was no way even the thick head of his dick was going to get into me.
'Please be gentle,' I said.
'I will,' he replied, taking it in his hand and wagging it. It was a beautiful penis, but it would surely tear me apart. I waited with minor trepidation as he walked behind me.
I was very wet, my juices forming a snail's trail down my thighs to my ankles. I waited for him to begin his incursion into me, but he had other ideas. He scooped the ice from my pussy and inserted two fingers into me. He scooped some of fluid and smeared it around my anus. My heart beat faster. I hoped he was not going to penetrate me anally -- I'd never tried it before, and if I was going to it wasn't going to be with such a fearful cock.
He rubbed around the rim of my asshole until it opened up and accepted his finger. He pushed slowly until he had it in to the last knuckle. With his finger still in my ass, he rubbed his penis against my pussy lips.
'Ready?' he asked.
'Yes,' my voice was barely above a whisper. He played at the entrance a bit, then pushed slowly in. We spent over five minutes getting him completely in.
With a finger in my butthole and a cock in my pussy,I experienced a feeling of fullness I had never felt before. He pulled slowly out, then jabbed in to the hilt. I screamed. He repeated the motion, then gradually increased his pace, his finger plunging into the depths of my anus as his cock emerged from my cunt.
The squishing sound coming from my pussy as he fucked me indicated my juices were dripping out with each thrust. I felt an orgasm building up and I tried to hold it off as long as I could.
He began to grunt, oscillating faster than ever. I held on to the bed posts for dear life as he pounded me, each thrust sending vibrations through me. As if on cue, we screamed together. His penis twitching inside me and the spurting of his warm come against the walls of my pussy triggered my orgasm. Waves of pleasure shot through me in one of my very best climaxes.
When it was all over, he untied me and slid his finger out of my ass with a plop. I stood on shaky feet and surveyed the floor. I must have come harder than I thought because the pool of semen and cunt juice on the floor was a lot bigger than I thought it'd be.
I expected his dick to have softened but it was still as hard as a rock. I knew I was in for a long night...
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...
Sunday, August 27, 2006
The Theater
We had the very last seats in the theater. The lights went off and the movie began.
A hand settled in my lap and I twitched a little. It took less than a second for Mitzuho to unzip my shorts and retrieve my limp organ. It jumped to life in her hand.
It had taken me four months to get the vixen to go out with me. On our very first date, here she was, taking things to the next level. Never in my life would I have imagined something this wild from my innocent-looking Japanese beauty.
'We're in a theater!,' I whispered urgently to her.
'I know,' she said calmly, her soft brown eyes looking into mine. I had to look down to be sure it was the same person doing the wonderful things to me with her smooth slender fingers.
She leaned over and bit me gently on the ear, while her hand moved in slow, gentle strokes. I strained, about to come when she abruptly stopped. She tucked me back into my shorts, forcing my erection in. I hated the teasing.
I slipped an arm around her shoulder and moved down to cup her small left breast. It fit perfectly in my palm. She could have been a statue from all appearances had her nipple not gone taut. I plucked at it a few times, realizing she wasn't wearing a bra, but she sat absolutely still, her eyes focused on the screen.
My hand moved down, finding her navel under her crop top. I ticked it a bit, then moved slightly to the side.
She was wearing a slit skirt so I had little trouble sliding my hand in. I tried to find the elastic band of her panties but encountered only what felt like soft fur. A thrill shot through me when it came to me that she was pantyless.
I found her lips quickly and her entrance shortly after. There was no warning whatsoever -- within ten seconds she came all over my hand without moving a muscle, seemingly engrossed in the movie. I retrieved my hand and smeared her juices on her lips-- with luck, most people would assume it was lip gloss.
The movie ended and we stood to leave. I ran my hand lightly over her bum to check if some wetness had seeped through.
'I'm wearing nylon,' she winked. 'I always do when I don't wear panties.'
'You're a hypocrite,' I said in mock shock. 'Come on, I do have needs, you know.'
We had hardly let ourselves in through my door than she was all over me. We kissed, her soft hand fondling me through my denims. I was beginning to ache from the pressure of my penis against my shorts. She freed me and grasped my blood-engorged shaft in her hand.
She helped me off with my shorts and my shirt, then pushed me down onto the sofa. I let out a groan when my cock disappeared down her throat. Her tongue playing on the underside of me, her brown eyes looked up into mine. I felt a rush of pleasure.
The end was not too far off. Waves of ecstasy surged over me as I exploded, shooting my come into her mouth.
She took off her top, then her skirt. I switched places with her and buried my head in between her legs. I licked her thighs lightly, circling her core, avoiding it on purpose. She pushed forward, trying to get me to touch her clitoris but I always pulled back. When I finally flicked my tongue against the nub, she came immediately, screaming, her inhibitions giving way.
My eyes followed the trickle of her liquid running down into the cleft of her buttocks. For some reason, my gaze settled on the wrinkles of her anus. I wet my forefinger inside her, then rubbed it against the black-rimmed orifice. She tensed, but didn't pull away,
Encouraged, I pushed my finger slowly in. Her anus clenched and unclenched around my finger as I fingered her slowly. I was excited doing something this nasty to Mizuho's most private region. She whimpered as I intensified my thrusts then came again. Her orgasm lasted a full minute and she shrieked like a banshee, her asshole gripping my finger.
When she calmed down, I pulled my finger slowly out.
'How did it feel?' I asked.
She blushed for the first time since we met. Obviously, she felt embarrassed at being touched back there.
I was fully turgid again, so I carried her over to the dining table. I positioned her back on the table with her legs over her head. I had very little difficulty penetrating her since she was extremely wet.
Her eyes were closed, her lips moist and parted -- the perfect picture of lust. I reached for her breasts and fondled them as we moved, rubbing my palms against her nipples.
Her pants became louder, signifying she was on the brink of orgasm. I wasn't far off. We came together, she screaming, while I grunted. When the last ripple of pleasure passed over me and I went soft, I touched her sweating face.
'Mitzuho,' I whispered, brushing a wisp of hair off her forehead. She was asleep. I lifted her off the table and carried her in my arms to the bedroom.
*
A hand settled in my lap and I twitched a little. It took less than a second for Mitzuho to unzip my shorts and retrieve my limp organ. It jumped to life in her hand.
It had taken me four months to get the vixen to go out with me. On our very first date, here she was, taking things to the next level. Never in my life would I have imagined something this wild from my innocent-looking Japanese beauty.
'We're in a theater!,' I whispered urgently to her.
'I know,' she said calmly, her soft brown eyes looking into mine. I had to look down to be sure it was the same person doing the wonderful things to me with her smooth slender fingers.
She leaned over and bit me gently on the ear, while her hand moved in slow, gentle strokes. I strained, about to come when she abruptly stopped. She tucked me back into my shorts, forcing my erection in. I hated the teasing.
I slipped an arm around her shoulder and moved down to cup her small left breast. It fit perfectly in my palm. She could have been a statue from all appearances had her nipple not gone taut. I plucked at it a few times, realizing she wasn't wearing a bra, but she sat absolutely still, her eyes focused on the screen.
My hand moved down, finding her navel under her crop top. I ticked it a bit, then moved slightly to the side.
She was wearing a slit skirt so I had little trouble sliding my hand in. I tried to find the elastic band of her panties but encountered only what felt like soft fur. A thrill shot through me when it came to me that she was pantyless.
I found her lips quickly and her entrance shortly after. There was no warning whatsoever -- within ten seconds she came all over my hand without moving a muscle, seemingly engrossed in the movie. I retrieved my hand and smeared her juices on her lips-- with luck, most people would assume it was lip gloss.
The movie ended and we stood to leave. I ran my hand lightly over her bum to check if some wetness had seeped through.
'I'm wearing nylon,' she winked. 'I always do when I don't wear panties.'
'You're a hypocrite,' I said in mock shock. 'Come on, I do have needs, you know.'
We had hardly let ourselves in through my door than she was all over me. We kissed, her soft hand fondling me through my denims. I was beginning to ache from the pressure of my penis against my shorts. She freed me and grasped my blood-engorged shaft in her hand.
She helped me off with my shorts and my shirt, then pushed me down onto the sofa. I let out a groan when my cock disappeared down her throat. Her tongue playing on the underside of me, her brown eyes looked up into mine. I felt a rush of pleasure.
The end was not too far off. Waves of ecstasy surged over me as I exploded, shooting my come into her mouth.
She took off her top, then her skirt. I switched places with her and buried my head in between her legs. I licked her thighs lightly, circling her core, avoiding it on purpose. She pushed forward, trying to get me to touch her clitoris but I always pulled back. When I finally flicked my tongue against the nub, she came immediately, screaming, her inhibitions giving way.
My eyes followed the trickle of her liquid running down into the cleft of her buttocks. For some reason, my gaze settled on the wrinkles of her anus. I wet my forefinger inside her, then rubbed it against the black-rimmed orifice. She tensed, but didn't pull away,
Encouraged, I pushed my finger slowly in. Her anus clenched and unclenched around my finger as I fingered her slowly. I was excited doing something this nasty to Mizuho's most private region. She whimpered as I intensified my thrusts then came again. Her orgasm lasted a full minute and she shrieked like a banshee, her asshole gripping my finger.
When she calmed down, I pulled my finger slowly out.
'How did it feel?' I asked.
She blushed for the first time since we met. Obviously, she felt embarrassed at being touched back there.
I was fully turgid again, so I carried her over to the dining table. I positioned her back on the table with her legs over her head. I had very little difficulty penetrating her since she was extremely wet.
Her eyes were closed, her lips moist and parted -- the perfect picture of lust. I reached for her breasts and fondled them as we moved, rubbing my palms against her nipples.
Her pants became louder, signifying she was on the brink of orgasm. I wasn't far off. We came together, she screaming, while I grunted. When the last ripple of pleasure passed over me and I went soft, I touched her sweating face.
'Mitzuho,' I whispered, brushing a wisp of hair off her forehead. She was asleep. I lifted her off the table and carried her in my arms to the bedroom.
*
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