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June 17, 2010

Erotic Hot Stories – Absolutely Perfect

I knock on her door. As I look down, I notice the door bell and yet still can’t seem to put two and two together. Before I can redeem myself of common sense the door opens…suddenly I can’t remember my name. Where am I? What am I doing? Am I wearing underwear? No, no…I never wear underwear.

There standing before me was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Somehow I was able to look her body up and down, every inch, without moving my head. She was absolutely gorgeous.

Her smile alone could’ve kept me up for the rest of my life, her soft, thick, pink lips gently pressed together on one side, allowing space just enough to see her perfect white teeth. Her piercing blue eyes left a calm over me, a calmness that allowed me to notice how her beautiful brown hair seemed to gently brush back and forth on her shoulder, as if there was a breeze coming from somewhere in the house. As I looked at the way her body was just one beautiful curve after another some sounds became to come from my mouth,

“Hello.” What the hell was that? Hello? Well, go with it now…

“Hi” she said. Oh, she said hi…that was a beautiful hi.

I had to stop staring at the way the strap on her tight black dress seemed to slide of her shoulder without a single movement of her body, as if the strap wasn’t worthy to grace her soft, tanned skin. What the hell comes after hello?

“I’m really glad you came, I’ll admit I was a little nervous you might not show,” she said.

Ha! Oh, thank god…that was only in my head.

“I’m glad I came too…and don’t worry, I’m a little nervous also.” The remark leads her to smile again, allowing a sweet laugh to leave her mouth.

“Well, come in.”

I walk in following her every step, can’t help but noticing the way her ass moves gently from side to side with her steps. She begins to walk upstairs. I guess hello was enough. As we begin to walk in to her room she tells me that she forgot she needed to run to the store. I’m thinking it’s over.

“Can we go run to the store real quick, it will be just for a second…I’ll make it worth your time.”

We go downstairs and out the front door. I walk in front of her, sadly now I can’t see the great view, and open the door of my car for her to get in.

“Thank you,” she says, as her long, smooth legs turn into the car. I run around the front of the car, quick to get inside.

Before we begin to move I can’t help but see how that strap continues to fall, and as she places it back on her shoulders, she turns to show me again that beautiful smile, and those blue eyes, the right of which is covered by the fall of a few strands of her silky hair.

I begin to drive, following her directions. We begin to chat a bit, discussing the conversations we had over the phone for the past few days.

“Ready?”

I’m confused. “I’m sorry?”

It is then that she begins to reach over to my side, unzipping my pants. She undoes my belt and button, then begins to fumble with my boxers. I lift up to help loosen my pants down. She reaches to grab my now aroused, semi-erect dick. She begins to slowly stroke my cock up and down with her soft hands. She bends down and I feel her soft lips touch the head of my cock. She begins to trace the head with her tongue, then slowly moves her tongue up and down my shaft, every so often returning to trace the head. She looks up at me, those eyes again a pure delight. She continues to stare deeply at me as she takes the head of my cock into her mouth, and begins to slowly move up and down. She now has half of my seven inch cock in her warm mouth. She moves up and down…up and down…stopping only to lick up my hard shaft all around.

She starts to stroke my wet cock, taking my balls in her mouth and tossing them up and down one by one with her tongue. I take my right hand off the wheel, noticing how her dress has hiked up around her curved hips, allowing me to slip my hand around her ass and into her black and pink lace panties.

I begin to caress the soft lips of pussy, gently moving my index and middle finger back and forth until I hear…and feel a soft moan from her mouth. I allow my fingers to slip in between her lips, each finger getting wetter and wetter with every slip. My finger movements begin to match the movement of her mouth up and down my cock.

At this point, I have no idea where I am on the road and begin to turn off into a vacant parking lot. As her moans begin to get louder as my fingers begin to go deeper, I stop the car in a dark corner of the lot. She lifts her head up to glance at where we are, her eyes again meet with mine. I remove my hand from her panties and tell her to move to the back seat. She crawls over the armrest, allowing me to smell the beautiful aroma of her perfume and wet pussy. She lies down across the seat; I crawl over, reaching over to hit a button that will recline the back seats all the way.

“Whoo!” She falls back and begins to laugh softly about her clumsiness; “thanks for the warning.”

The moonlight shines through the windows to reveal again that beautiful smile…I want her more than ever. I push her further down the seats and begin to push her dress up her soft stomach. I slowly kiss down her stomach, letting my fingers linger under her dress and onto her supple breasts. I begin to caress and pinch her firm nipples with my hands as I continue my kisses down to her waist. I remove my left hand and begin to slowly slide her panties down her smooth, long, silky legs. I toss her panties somewhere in the car and begin to immediately draw my attention to her beautiful pussy.

There was just enough light for me to see her absolute beauty. I begin to kiss around her soft lips, allowing the exhales from my nose to tickle her clitoris. I gently let my tongue move around her lips back and forth. Her sweet, wet cunt becomes my only passion. Sliding in and out of her vagina with just the tip of my tongue, I move my hand up to her mouth and let my fingers rest on her bottom lip.

She begins to suck on my fingers and moan as I change between soft kisses and licks on her pussy. I take my free hand and begin to slowly insert my finger into her vagina. With a sigh of pleasure from her, I begin to move my finger in little circles within her vagina, pushing up towards her g-spot, putting more pressure with my licks on her clitoris. I can taste the juices that exude from her…sweetness and the smell of lavender.

I begin to swirl my tongue faster and slower, faster and slower on her clitoris and lips as my finger movements begin to speed up inside of her. Her moaning starts to increase. With each of my changes from fast to slow, her moans begin to get louder and increase in speed. She sucks harder onto my fingers. I can feel the vibrations in her mouth from her moaning. Her tongue slides around my fingers as I continue the slide of my tongue around her, my finger now deep inside of her.

I begin to feel a rush of juices flow onto my lips and into my mouth as her moaning peaks. Her teeth begin to clench onto my fingers in her mouth, as I continue the movements of my mouth on her, slowly making my way up her waist…

My lips are wet from her juices as I slowly and softly kiss up her stomach, blowing softly and ending just underneath each of her beautiful breasts; her hands lift my face so are eyes meet again. She begins to sit up and I began to remove my pants, struggling with my shoes. She sits with her back against the door, knees next to her chest as she teases her finger in her mouth; a quirky, anxious smile on her face. She moves at me quickly, ripping off my shirt; I hear the fabric tear.

Were both hot, as our bodies our dripping with sweat and fluids…our breaths, deep and heavy. She pulls what’s left of her dress above her head. I begin to softly kiss and suck on her neck as she still fumbles with her dress. She grabs my neck and begins to push my head onto her chest. I begin to tickle her velvety skin with my tongue, gently biting her right nipple as she begins to breathe heavier and heavier.

With a quick movement, she swings her left leg over my lap and begins to straddle my chest. She sits up on her knees as I grab her hips and pull her closer to the head of my cock. She puts her hand onto my stomach, letting her pussy lips rub over the head of my cock. I can feel her wet pussy as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock. I feel her lips grabbing onto my cock, the tightness of her pulling the shaft of my cock deep into her body. With a high pitched moan from her, I can feel I’m all the way in and the warmth from her rushes throughout my body.

She looks up as if waiting for word from the heavens as her vagina begins to adapt to the new fullness from my cock. I begin to push into her, letting myself fall ever so slightly, the head of my cock moving through her. She looks back down at me, a soft glaze in her eyes as she returns her hands onto my chest and begins to slowly move up and down on my shaft.

I can feel her tight lips gliding up and down my cock as soft as velvet. Her wetness and my precum mix together creating a lube for the ride, as her movements become quicker. I look down to see my cock sliding in and out of this beautiful woman, her whole body, absolute perfection of art. I sit up more and she throws her arms around my neck. We move into a full long kiss, our tongues meeting together in between her soft lips. I bite on her lower lip as she lifts her ass up and in, allowing the head of my cock to pop between her lips as she lowers herself back down. Our bodies, completely relaxed and full of pleasure rest on top of each other.

I rest my head on her shoulder, her arms to wrapped around my neck tightly as I use my right arm to grasp her waist tight, helping her slide up and down. My left hand rests on her hips as I use my thumb to rub her clit. I bring my hand up, we both have a taste before I bring it back down and begin to push onto her clit. With my right arm I pull her up and away, getting my cock to push up against her g-spot.

I lean back a little, letting the pressure push against her side. She begins to grind harder, letting her hands run through my hair and the hot air from her breath blow against my ear. I feel her vagina begin to pulse and get tighter, the pressure sounds shivers up through my body. Up and down, up and down, I feel her tighten. I feel the release of her as she sinks down deep onto my cock. Her moans give me the signal as I begin to feel my cock pulsate…my cum mixing with hers in a flood that leaves us both swept away. I grab her tight, our wet bodies come together. I meet her in long hard kiss, our eyes meeting together when we open. I let my hand rest on the small of her back as my other rests on her shoulder.

We lay back together, our breaths still long and deep. I hold her tight, brushing those few strands of her hair away from her eyes. She begins to show me that beautiful smile; then I can see her gently biting her bottom lip. I hold her as we meet in a soft kiss…absolutely perfect.

END

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Erotic Hot Stories – A Woman’s Vacation Sex Fantasy

Vacation Sex Is The Best

My life in New York City is stressful, so I was happy when my planned solo vacation to Cancun, Mexico finally arrived. Before I left, I took a moment to look in the mirror. I’m a 32-year-old, single woman who’s never been married and has no kids. I’m a brunette, 5-foot-5, and 105 pounds. I had a boob job a few years ago, and now I have nice C cups with perky nipples, that my friends always compliment me on. Since I love exercising outdoors, I’ve got a nice tan, and I hit the tanning bed, naked of course, to get rid of tan lines.

I must admit it’s been a while since I had sex, so I was getting ready to leave for Mexico, I was feeling very horny. Maybe, I thought, I’d meet a guy in Cancun who would sweep me off my feet and give my pussy the cock it desperately craved.

I decided to do something a little naughty before I left NYC and went to a plush salon and got a Brazilian wax. After it was done, I had a tiny, pencil-sized landing strip leading to my new silky smooth pussy. Why can’t I meet a guy, I thought!!! Wouldn’t he love to plunge his cock into my newly smooth pussy?

I celebrated my new Brazilian that night by laying in my bed, spreading my legs, and playing with my pocket rocket vibrator. It’s by far my favorite sex toy. I moved it over and over my clit with various speeds and pressures, as I pinched my nipples with my other hand. Soon a wave of pleasure swept through my body. I shuddered and moaned as the orgasm tumbled through me. Nice, I thought, but still not the same as a man thrusting his cock into me, then shooting his warm cum into me as both our bodies tightened.

The next day I flew to Cancun. I had a reservation at the Fiesta Americana Grand Coral Beach, which is a super luxurious hotel with a massive pool right on the Caribbean. I checked in, put on a string bikini and a sundress, and headed down to the pool.

The warm sun, tropical breezes and happy atmosphere made me even more horny. Lying in my chaise lounge, little trickles of sweat began to form all over my skin. I could feel my bare pussy under my bikini bottom, and wondered if anyone else around the pool could tell I was smiling because I was so happy about how pretty and perfect it was.

I closed my eyes and dreamed of sex. My nipples stiffened, forming little mountains against the fabric of my triangular bikini top. I didn’t dare touch my pussy in a public place, but I could feel it getting wet.

I wanted a cock so bad. I wanted to seduce a man, move my hands over him, fall to my knees, take his cock in my mouth. I’ve always loved taking control of a man with my mouth. Any man I’ve ever dated has always woken up in the morning with a warm, wet blowjob which always results in his cum ending up in my tummy.

But the reason I love blowjobs so much is that I know how to suck, stroke, lick and tease a man to the point where he wants nothing more than to be inside me. Feeling a cock inside my little pussy and knowing it was my talented mouth that made it so hard makes me cum and cum and cum.

I realized all that was missing from my poolside fun was a cocktail, so I headed to the bar for a margarita. I spotted a guy by himself chatting with the bartender, but thought, “No way could I meet a guy on my first day of vacation.”

But sure enough, we started chatting. He was just my type, brown hair, nice body, funny. He was also in Cancun on his own, and he asked me if I had been in the ocean yet. No, I replied, and we headed down to the beach to swim in the surf.

The afternoon progressed, and my new friend asked if I felt like going inside and taking a break from the sun. Good idea, I said, and we headed into the lobby.

We got another drink and I asked if he would mind if I paid a quick visit to my room to drop some things off. No problem he said, he wanted to do the same. Come up to my room when you’re done, he suggested, it’s got a view of the Carribean.

I dropped off my bag in my room and took the elevator up to his room. It turns out he had scored a suite with floor-to-ceiling windows and lots of other fun perks. We took a little tour and ended up admiring the room’s shower together. It was massive, with multiple shower heads, a little bench, stone walls and a rack of bath products.

“Actually a shower would feel good right now,” I said.

“Let’s take one,” he replied.

One of his hands touched my shoulders, and I almost melted. He gently removed my sundress, leaving me standing in just my bikini.

“I almost hate to take this off you, because you look so good,” he said.

But he slowly, seductively, removed my bikini top, pausing to kiss my neck and shoulders, then circling his tongue around my nipples.

Then he kissed my tummy, and undid the side strings of my bikini bottom. He smiled when he saw my pretty, new Brazilian-waxed pussy. I arched my back, thrust my breasts forward and made a seductive pose, teasing him.

As he admired my sun-kissed body, I made a move for his swimsuit. Pulling it down around his ankles, his cock sprang forth, clearly hard from the little show I put on. I kissed him, put one hand on his back, then with the other hand lightly stroked the head of his cock.

He moved me into the shower. Warm water cascaded all over our bodies. He rubbed soap all over me, and I loved the attention he paid to my titties and pussy. At one point he kissed me, and with his fingers lightly rubbed my clit. I breathed hard and moaned as he alternated between slow and fast. Electric sex feelings began to surge through my body.

I was close to cumming, when he turned off the shower. He put both my hands against the shower wall, spread my legs, then toweled the water off my body.

He led me to the room’s giant bed. We layed there for a few minutes, kissing, playing with each other’s bodies and listening to each other moan when something felt good.

I flipped him onto his back, then licked him from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock. I wiggled my tongue into his cock slit, and listened to him gasp with pleasure. Then I took his whole cock into my mouth, coating it with slippery saliva. Now it was time to grasp him with my hand, to stroke up and down, while my mouth provided more wetness and my tongue toyed with his cockhead.

He quivered with pleasure. His hands grasped the sheets and his legs spread wider apart. Then I gave his balls a nice tongue bath, rolling each one around in my mouth. He was my sex slave, and my blowjob clearly had him under my spell. I could have easily brought him to orgasm, feeling his cock tip swell then shoot a sweet load of cum into my mouth, but no, I had something else on my mind.

I brought my body up to his cock, and lowered my wet pussy onto him. I arched my back and began riding him slowly. His eyes opened and began wandering over my body. Soon his hands were playing with my nipples.

My eyes closed, as I delighted in the feeling of his hard cock gliding in and out of me, rubbing against my clit deliciously. I reached back, stroked his balls and gave him a sweet smile. This made him even harder. I know all the tricks.

I rode him even harder. Something was happening to my body. It was like my pussy and my nipples were on fire. Then an orgasm began to start at the very back of my pussy. I rode a little harder and rubbed my clit against his cock. Suddenly I began to cum like crazy, moaning and bucking atop him.

I slowed down for a few minutes, but my new guy wanted more and he flipped me over. My pussy still felt wonderful. He played with my nipples, earlobes, belly button and pussy for a few minutes, then spread my legs.

His full cock was suddenly inside me, and he was pumping, and wiggling and moaning, his head buried in a pillow. I clenched my pussy muscles, then unclenched them, toying with him. I arched my back, raised my arms above my head and whispered, “Fuck me,”…trying to drive him insane with pleasure.

It worked. His cock got even harder. He was brushing against my clit again, and I couldn’t believe it when a second orgasm ripped through me. That never happens.

Something was happening to him as well. I could feel his cock head growing as it thrust into me. Then he started shaking.

I bit his ear lobe and whispered seductively, “Give me your cum.”

That did it. He roared with pleasure and I felt jets of hot cum start to paint the inside of my pussy. I clenched my pussy muscles, trying to drain his cock of his cum. His arms gripped me tightly as his cock pulsed. And soon he was still.

I rolled him over, then took his cock into my mouth, sucking it softly like it was a pacifier.

The last thing he said to me, before we both fell asleep, was, “You’re a goddess.”

I would say I definitely found what I wanted on vacation.

END

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June 3, 2010

Erotic Hot Stories – A Perfect Date

I hope there are more nights like this one, but a perfect date is a creature of luck, circumstance, mood, and moment — not planning. The twists and turns of our night were like an alignment of the planets: spectacular when it happens, but don’t count on it every time. I am sure that my lover and I will have many more wonderful dates, but this night will always be special. Very, very special.

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I’d been sitting in the lounge for about 20 minutes and had already polished off my first cocktail. The bar at Seattle’s W Hotel was a great place for people watching, but I was waiting for something more special than eye candy. It was my lover’s idea to kick me out of the room upstairs while she prepped for our first dinner date and I obliged, though I would have loved to have watched her dress. I ordered a second drink and glanced around at the groups and couples huddled in conversation.

There’s something about the W that just exudes sex. The lighting, the mood, the people. It’s all about fucking and making no apologies for it. I sat facing the lobby at the far end of the lounge, giving me a full view of everyone coming and everyone already here. To my right two delicious young women knocked back their second round and began scanning the length of the neon lit bar. To my left a woman wearing her little black dress inched closer to her boyfriend on the oversized couch as his hand began to run up her leg. Ahead of me a man standing at the bar moved from rubbing his lady’s back to slipping his hand a few inches lower and enjoying the softness of her ass through her long slit evening dress. There was a healthy tension in the air, but then she arrived, and the temperature was immediately hotter.

She walked with that amazing confidence. A perfect balance of seduction and class, of arrogance and humility. Her legs moved through the folds of the silky black dress revealing every curve of her thigh. Her arms swayed a little but her shoulders barely moved. Her breasts perfected her already flawless figure, too small to distract, but too large and youthful to be ignored. Her head was tilted slightly and she looked down as much as ahead. Her soft red hair fell upon her shoulders and shone brightly in the dancing blue light of the bar.

To put it mildly, she blew the competition away. The heads turned, and as is always the case, the women dissected her with their eyes even more than the men, who were now shifting slightly in their chairs. But her eyes didn’t stray, for as she walked the length of the lounge she looked in only two places: down at her path through the crowded bar and up into my eyes. I couldn’t help thinking it would never get any better than this.

As she neared our table I rose from my chair and held out my hands. She took them in hers and leaned toward me. I hesitated and just looked at her for a moment, unapologetically staring from toe to head, searing the image into my mind of the most desirable woman a man could ever want. She smiled and all I could muster was “you look absolutely beautiful.” Women are the more intuitive of our species. They often know things before they are said. And this night she knew not only what I was feeling — it wasn’t rocket science to read the look in my eyes — but she knew what was happening at the tables around us. People were wondering who she was, who I was, and what I had done to deserve a night like this.

She kissed me so softly it felt like two feathers passing in the wind. But she lingered on that kiss and a message was delivered with no words: tonight is our night and it’s going to be one we will not soon forget. Don’t rush it and your patience will be rewarded.

She sat down beside me and some normalcy began to return to the bar. I ordered a drink for my lover and we settled into the soft chairs. We were sitting so close our legs were pressed together and my arm swung around to touch the perfect soft flesh of her most feminine shoulder. I looked into her eyes as we spoke, and when she leaned forward to take her glass from the table, my gaze drifted downward, settling upon the most perfect breasts conceived by nature. If life came with a remote control, I would be hard pressed to decide whether to hit the pause button or the fast-forward button, to live forever in this moment of bliss, or jump ahead to the unknown pleasures which lay ahead. There was a lot of evening ahead, and my cock was already rock hard.

It had been some time since we had been together and the sexual anticipation was boiling through every moment. My free hand was soon drifting up and down the miniscule layer of black seduction that lay above her silky thigh. As the drinks were finished it was time to begin the second chapter of this fairy tale night. She had picked the restaurant, a five-star gem with amazing food, attentive service, and gorgeous views of the glittering lights of Seattle on this cloudless night. But I knew a taxi cab simply wouldn’t do for an evening like this, and so the stretch limo I had secretly arranged was waiting at the curb as we exited the W.

Her look was predictable. She had long ago given up trying to stop my occasional excesses in the spirit of romance. And deep inside she really loved it. She loved being treated with the respect and admiration she so richly deserved. She smiled with love and appreciation at this unexpected treat. Our driver opened the door and into the limo we slid. After the door closed and we admired the well appointed interior, I asked “how do you like the ride?” She turned to me and said “if you really want to know, it makes me want to fuck you right now!” I smiled blissfully.

We were less than a mile away before our driver heard the electric hum of the privacy shield sliding up over his right shoulder. Once secure, we turned to each other and locked together in a kiss of passion. It was an almost frantic moment of lust and desire. Our tongues not quite long enough, our lips not quite wet enough, our bodies not quite close enough. An explosion of impulses threaded into our very DNA seizing our bodies and making short work of our defenses. Every second pushing us closer to the climax of pleasure that we both knew would have to wait.

I dropped to the floor, kneeling on the plush black carpet and sliding my body between her legs. Her body was shielded by the thin black dress, her heavenly flesh protected and guarded by its stitches. The smooth black leather of the seat seemed to confer a power to her, a status of untouchability. Her red hair illuminated by the last rays of sunshine glinting across the waters of Puget Sound, she was temptation defined.

She looked back at me as the stores and cars and people and scenes of every day life glided past our windows. She probably couldn’t see the driver of the car next to us, stopped at the red light, as my head lowered to kiss the top of her breast. She gave no thought as to who might be watching as an expression of desire seized her lips. She cared not of the world outside the limo, as her eyes began to squint slightly and her teeth bit into her tongue, as my hands began to slide beneath her dress and probe her thighs. My hands found their way around to her incredible ass and pulled her forward on the seat. She leaned back and began taking quick breaths, more visible now as her reclined body thrust her breasts even more prominently to view. I leaned toward her until my hard cock, straining against the fabric of my suit pants, found comfort in the pressure of her pubic bone.

Ever so slowly I raised and lowered my cock against the perfect form of her feminine shape. My chest rubbing across her breasts as my cock teased her clit with each pass. Applying slightly more pressure I was rewarded her gasps of “yes” and her soft guttural moans with ever more contact. Our kisses were long and deep, our bodies both despising and ignoring the layers of clothing between us. And when at last her body shuddered, and the passion of her sex escaped her lips with a loud moan, I retreated and subsided.

As a kid I remember traveling almost five hours to view my first major league baseball game only to see the whole game rained out. I learned that true disappointment can be devastating. Such was the feeling enveloping my cock, as the limo banked smoothly into the long circular drive of the restaurant. The fulfillment of my pleasure would have to wait. But time was on my side and in love like life, what comes around goes around.

The Canlis restaurant is a Seattle tradition. Mixed in amongst the blue haired wealthy seniors are young professionals and wine connoisseurs picking from over 15,000 bottles. The mood is elegant and expensive, the food delicious, and the service unimpeachable. After a short wait in the piano bar, we were seated at a table with a couch on one side and a chair on the other. The flicker of candle light across the white table cloths completed the romantic view. The neighboring tables shared the couch and I caught the guys on either side enjoying a full view of my beautiful dates sliding her body around the table. “Enjoy the view boys,” I smiled to myself. If only they knew what they were missing.

Dinner was an exercise in patience and self control. All through the meal she looked at me and she often smiled the cutest most adorable smile a man could ever see. We talked so easily about careers, politics, life, love, and sex. And frequently when the subject of sex came up we held hands while driving ourselves crazy talking about fantasies, feelings, favorite experiences, and desires. The cocktails and wine were definitely taking their toll. There were moments where I sensed an awkward silence at the neighboring tables and I couldn’t help wondering if our conversation was being eavesdropped. If it was, I can only imagine how horny our neighbors must now be feeling. At one point I went to bathroom and returned to find my lover smirking as she quickly recounted how the handsome young waiter had flirted with her during my absence. I laughed to myself and marveled and how great this night was going.

When the check arrived I tipped well and called our driver on my cell. The limo was waiting as we stepped, well, staggered from the restaurant. I explained to our driver that it was unlikely I would remember to tip him when we got back to the hotel so I wanted to take care of it now. He appreciated my thoughtfulness as I handed him a hundred dollar bill and told him to take us “on the scenic tour.” He smiled and said he knew just what I wanted.

Once inside the limo, the privacy shield in place, our passion was again unleashed. But it was more powerful and more energetic than I ever thought possible. Hands were roaming and squeezing and probing and stroking. Kisses were rougher and driven by inner passions unrestrained by logic or rules. I paused only long enough to remove my coat and loosen my tie. But while I glanced over and caught a wickedly sexy look coming from my lover. She smiled as her hands moved quickly under her dress and peeled down a sexy black thong, soaked with her juices. She handed it to me and said “want to hold that for me?” with a cute wink. I let the aroma of her juices fill me with its intoxicating effect, then stuffed the thong into my jacket pocket and returned to our passionate affection.

Under the folds of her sexy dress lay her bare ass and pussy, waiting for the satisfaction of my hard cock conquering her with long, filling strokes of pleasure. As we continued to kiss, my hands found her hard nipples and pinched them lightly through her dress. She began to squirm with anticipation. My hand moved so slowly up her inner thigh. I have always loved the soft, sexy feeling of her inner thigh. My lips longed to be there in place of my hand. When at last my hand reached the top of the journey, she quivered at the first soft touch of my finger to her clit. I moved my finger lower, over the opening to her pussy and with the lightest strokes I could manage, began shifting the lips left and right, parting the petals of her flower, moving slowly deeper into her heaven.

Her lips parted easily in the wetness and warmth of her arousal. But I was surprised when at the last parting, leaving no flesh between my finger and her pussy, there was gush of juices onto my hand. I quickly spread this wonderful potion up the length of her lips and swirled it around her hard, straight clit. I gathered as much of it as I could and brought my finger to up to our kiss. Inserting my fingers into our kiss so we could both lick and suck and taste her sexy wetness, the passion of our moment was reaching a point of uncontrollability.

My hand returned to the paradise between her legs and I chose to torture her clit with soft circles of wet touches. Her hips gyrated as she pressed her ass into the leather seat trying to reach her clit upward, striving for the satisfying pressure of my finger’s hard touch. Finally I relented and began slow hard strokes the full length of her pussy, from the curl of red hair above her clit, flicking across the surface of her swollen button, down the wet parted lips, slightly in and up nearing dangerously close to her G spot, and down again to the soft flesh below her opening. Repeating this journey over and over, up and down, touching every millimeter of sensitive flesh. Her kissing was frantic, as though she could force her orgasm if she only kissed me hard enough. Her hand was desperately stroking my cock through my pants and the wetness of my precum was finding its way to through my suit. When at last she was near orgasm, I focused only on her clit moving in steady, strong circles with a constant flick of her clit on each upward pass. The end came quickly as she suddenly stopped breathing, froze as if electricity had suddenly replaced the blood in her veins, and then erupted in moans of pulsing pleasure.

I thought about pressing on, seeing if I could take things up another notch. But I became aware of the limo stopping, the engine being turned off, and the driver’s door opening. I quickly straightened myself as my lover pulled her now wet dress down past her naked pussy. My door opened and the driver announced that there was “a special view” that I might appreciate. We stumbled out of the car to find ourselves at a park high above the city, with the famous space needle backed by a million city lights all twinkling before us. It was breathtaking. We stood alone for a few minutes against the railing at the edge of the park. My arms wrapped around my lover who stood with her back to me, my hard cock felt strongly on her ass, as we took in the view and I hugged her and kissed that little spot behind her ear. It didn’t take long for our desire of scenery of a different sort to assert itself. We headed back to the limo and I politely asked our driver to drive us around nonstop for thirty minutes and then drop of us back at the W.

The long black limo pulled quickly away from the curb and we returned to our pleasure with full knowledge that nothing could disturb us now. My lover had a playful look in her eye and at the risk of subjecting my cock to prolonged torture, I decided to play the game too to see what would happen. I turned on the stereo to give us some background music. All of the interior mood lights were off, but no light was needed as the city’s glow filtered through smoked windows. Without warning, I slid off the seat and made my way to a seat at the far end of the limo. My back to the driver’s compartment, I sat down and faced my lover. The passing street lights danced across her silky body. The crystal glasses stacked atop of the mobile bar sparkled to my left. I didn’t know why I had moved here, but whatever subconscious agenda I had was soon fulfilled and surpassed.

As the seats vibrated with dull rumble of tires over the roadway, my lover stared into my eyes and the smile slowly faded from her face. She took on a new look. A hungry and seductive look. A cruder man would say she missed my body and was giving me the “fuck me” expression. But there was something deeper here. A need to please me and to seduce me to a new level of anticipation. A need to show me what I wanted and make me beg to have it. Without warning she straightened her body toward mine and her hands began to touch her body. She made slow circles around her nipples with her finger tips, lightly pinching at them and rubbing her unbelievably perky breasts. Her ass again slid forward on the seat and one hand began to drift down her tiny waist toward her pussy. This was not a mere show, this was the real thing. She wanted to please herself, but she wanted to please herself for me.

After a few moments, she looked straight into me eyes while she slowly and seductively slid her dress all the way up to her hips, revealing her gorgeous pussy to me in all its splendor. The wetness was visible in the glint of those passing streetlights. She brought her feet together and lifted them to one side up on the black leather seat while she rested on the center armrest. At this angle, it was as if she were a cat, lounging on the couch — only here the real pussy was framed by the whiteness of her amazing legs. If I had that remote control of life, I would definitely now be pressing the Pause button. My desire to whip out my aching cock and plunge it into this mysterious woman of unknown temptations was almost unlimited.

She continued to fondle herself, touching her clit and nipples, licking her lips, and almost always looking straight into my eyes. As guys go, I’ve got the whole self control thing down pat. But even I, Mr. Self Control, was about to go totally crazy on this woman. When she came, and her body sighed with the feeling of self-inflicted orgasm, she caught the change in my expression. As my hands had begun to unzip my pants, she let out a warning: “not yet.” There was only one thing that enabled me to heed that warning, and that was the knowledge that whenever I complied with her, my loyalty was repaid tenfold. But I had to do something. Sitting idly by just ten feet away from this icon of sexual perfection was just not in my basic genetic programming.

I slid down from the seat, crawled across the limo toward her, and kissed her again with passion and longing. Pretending I had some measure of control in this process I whispered a warning of my own as I nibbled on her ear lobe. “Don’t close your eyes,” I told her confidently, “and don’t stop looking out the window. I need you to be a passenger in a car. Make eye contact when you can. Look out at the world and pretend I’m not here.” She agreed without much conviction and I slid my body to the floor again.

Invisible to the increasing traffic as we headed back toward downtown, my head moved between her legs. She parted them as easily as I touched them. And while one hand wandered over her breasts, flicking across her now rock hard nipples, the other rubbed the soft flesh of her inner thigh as I kissed my way from her knee northward. The scent of her juices was overpowering and intoxicating. My tongue wanted to just plunge into her opening and savor each drop. Her pussy came toward me almost as fast as I moved toward it. I started by ignoring her pussy and just licking up and down to the sides where that soft flesh connects her pussy to her leg. My tongue flicked hard across the muscle just beneath her flesh. I nibbled and sucked on that muscle as if it were her clit itself, and her moans and twitching revealed both pleasure and frustration. As I moved from side to side I allowed my tongue to ever so lightly swipe the top of her clit, the result of which was like a shock to her system, which was already overloaded with sensitivity.

I glanced up to see if there was any hope that she was making eye contact with the outside world, but my hopes were dashed. Her eyes were closed and her head lay back across the back of the seat. Any passerby could only assume she was asleep, our more likely, having her clit explored by a probing, hungry tongue. When my tongue turned directly upon her pussy, the results were immediate. Her first orgasm came after just a few circles and tongue flicks. As my tongue made long strokes up and down her pussy, my free hand, moved slowly toward her opening, my palm face up and a finger extended.

My tongue gave way to my whole mouth. I sucked her entire pussy into my mouth with every ounce of energy I had. Her hair and lips and juices and clit filled my mouth as I sucked hard upon her. Without losing the effect, I thrust my tongue through her tightened pussy lips, subjecting her clit to a mixture of suction and pressure unlike anything she’d ever felt. As she neared her climax I allowed my finger to join the fun, with just the slightest contact with the top of her opening, just millimeters from where I knew her G-spot was hiding. The wave of orgasm swept through her once more, but this time I would not back down. I escalated her pleasure rather than letting the wave subside. I released her pussy but began to suck her clit in and out of my mouth, allowing it to scrape lightly against my teeth, which were opened just enough to allow its passage. Simultaneously, my finger finally pressed inward a full inch, then curved up and against her G-spot, which responded instantly to my touch. Though she had not yet completed the first orgasm, a second wave more powerful than the first shattered her senses and her legs locked straight as if every muscle of her body was seized by the pulsing pleasure exploding from her clit. As it did so, I pumped my finger in and out against her G-spot and sucked faster and harder on her throbbing clit. Her pleasure was nearly total. Only the inner emptiness remained.

For better or worse, I realized the limo was now downtown again and just blocks from the W. I returned to the seat and kissed my lover again. Her tongue tasted the abundance of her juices which still flavored my mouth. I straightened my tie and donned my jacket as she sat up straight and did the best she could to move her dress into the right places. My lover’s wickedly seductive smile lit up her face as she told me of her plan to “tip” the driver in her own way. I slid out the door and turned around just in time to see her naked leg stretched widely out of the limo, forcing her dress upward, and offering a view of paradise to the poor guy holding her hand. I can only imagine how much of the evening’s festivities were heard or seen by him somehow, but I have confidence he didn’t mind.

As we staggered through the front door, I realized the effect of the drinks had barely begun to subside. I planned a major assault on the feminine flesh clinging to my body as soon as we entered the elevator, but alas, we were not alone. When finally we entered our room, I knew my time had finally come. I walked confidently to the far end of the room and took off my jacket, shoes and socks. My lover began walking toward me, but then made a sudden move into the bathroom. I was disappointed, but understanding. Well, little did I know that her move had nothing to do with biology, for just seconds later the door reopened.

Walking toward me at this point was not the sculptured, classy, powerful figure of sexuality clad in the killer black dress I had seen in the lounge. Now my eyes were feasting upon my angel of pleasure, shorter without her shoes, clad only in the sexiest little thing Victoria’s Secret offers. It was light green, which contrasted so well with her red hair. The bottom was just a few strings, and the top was made of lace so thin you had to really try not to see right through it. Her white skin glowed in the moonlight that filed our room. Her walk was not the erect, confident stride that began our evening, but a predatory, hungry sort of walk. Glimpses of nipples, of small curls of red pubic hair, of soft flesh, of her delicious smile, and of that look in her eyes made me feel like the luckiest guy on Earth. Her figure was so perfect, her breasts so perky, her face so beautiful. When at last she reached me, she reached up and began to undo my tie. “Your turn” she announced, and I need no persuasion.

I stood in place as she removed my tie and shirt, smothering my chest with kisses while her hands caressed my ass and cock. Sinfully she looked into my eyes as she undid my belt, pulling it from my waist in one smooth stroke. She quickly unbuttoned my pants and then, with a look that said “can you handle it?” dropped to her knees. She removed what was left of my pants and underwear and my cock stroked the side of her soft cheek as I stepped out of the fallen clothing. She nuzzled my cock for a few moments, and then began sucking on my balls one at a time. She brought out her tongue and ran one long smooth wet stroke up the full length of my aching shaft.

I looked down at the scene, not quite believing what was happening. This woman, so sexual and so beautiful, was now taking the full length of my cock deep into her throat, grabbing my ass and pulling me in and out of her waiting mouth, the small red lips sucking and pleasuring every inch. Looking down I could see my hands unconsciously stroking her red hair. I could see her lips gliding powerfully on and off my cock. I could see her breasts, barely contained in the green lace, the nipples hard and anxious, pressing against my legs with each thrust. I could see her arms reaching around my body and feel the nails biting into my ass as she held me. When my lover knew that my eruption was eminent, she withdrew and smiled.

She stood up again and kissed me long and hard. She looked sympathetically into my eyes and asked “how do you want it?” Throwing any last vestige of courtesy aside I said, “kneel down on the bed.” She turned around and walked quickly to the bed and I followed behind, my hard cock leading me like a guided missile headed straight toward its target. She kneeled on the bed with her ass toward me, and I had yet another moment where I had to pause and just be amazed at my good fortune. There’s something about a woman who has finally and completely surrendered to your manhood. An asteroid could come crashing into the city and it wouldn’t have distracted her from her one goal in life at the moment: to feel my cock fucking her as hard and fast as I possibly could. Nothing I would do would be wrong, as long as it involved fucking my lover. There was no pretense, no inhibition, no rules.

I stood behind her, her toes curled over the edge of the bed. Standing behind her my feet still on the floor, I reached up and removed the small thong that shielded her from my attack. Then I stepped up between her legs and kissed her ass. It was so smooth and beautiful. I reached around and felt her hanging breasts, they were tight and firm. And then I moved my cock up to her waiting pussy. The head slid in so fast and easy, but was hard to withdraw. Her muscles were in control, able to let me in with ease, but pulling hard on my attempt to withdraw. I could see that this was going to be physical. I released the nipples I had been pinching as I leaned over her body and placed a hand on each hip. Well, I actually clamped a hand onto each hip. Her waist is so tiny I could wrap my fingers around the whole thing if I wanted. But now I wanted bones. I grabbed them and with one hard thrust, one act of vengeance for all the night’s tortures, I thrust my cock fully into the depths of her pussy as she moaned with delight.

I froze for a moment, savoring the muscles clamping on to my cock from all sides. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I said as my cock lay buried deep within her. “Yes” she whimpered, squirming her hips in a vain attempt to create friction or movement. My hands gripped her hips tight against me, her ass flattened against my body, my cock still buried to her depths. “Say it: say fuck me” I asked again. “Yes, fuck me!” she said again with pleading. And so it began. Without warning I began to almost violently pull her pussy on and off my cock. Slamming into her, using my arm strength to pull her tiny body forward and backward. Her ass made an audible slap sound against my hips with each thrust, as her breasts bounced below her. This was raw sex, well, this wasn’t even sex, this was not a moment of love or compassion or tenderness or affection. This was fucking. Hard, fast penetration. After a while I returned to reaching around to pinch her nipples between my knuckles while my hands grabbed her breasts. But my elbows were against her hip bones and my hands were grabbing her breasts tightly as I literally fucked her for my pleasure.

More orgasms swept over her, but eventually I turned her over and removed the last scrap of clothing still protecting her youthful flesh. She lay on her back watching me with a look of part bliss, part exhaustion. Kneeling between her legs, I bent over and kissed her while my cock found her pussy again. I lowered my mouth and sucked on her breasts and nipples while I began to fuck her clit with an up and down motion, my cock flat against the opening to her pussy. After a while, her desire for inner fulfillment again guided her actions. When my cock was down low, she quickly rotated her hips and hooked my cock so that instead of reaching high and scraping along her clit, it got caught by her move and plunged once again into her soaking wet pussy. We fucked for another while, with her nipples getting a lot of sucking from my mouth, and when again I approached my climax I withdrew.

There was no way one could know how many orgasms my lover had experienced on this night. But I knew I was still due my first and I wanted it my way. I told her to turn over on her stomach and the sight was one of the sexiest things I can ever imagine. Her naked back stretching from the soft shoulders adorned only with wisps of red hair to the thin waist, followed by the most amazing ass and those gorgeous legs. I parted her legs and she willingly complied. I kneeled between them and lay over her, kissing her cheek where the side of her head was turned on the pillow. My cock found its target, the warm crease of her ass. I pushed my cock forward and back a few times, almost asking my cock if this is where it wanted to end the wait. The answer was a screaming yes shouted through every vein of my body. I knelt behind her again and covering my cock with saliva, I pushed my cock into her ass cheeks, my hands squeezing the sides tightly together against either side of my cock.

She has a sensitive ass and the feeling of my cock gliding through her cheeks has always been a pleasure for both of us. She moaned appreciating the sensation of her soft ass caressing and loving my hard, desperate cock. My pace quickened and my cock grew even harder against her. The softness was interrupted only by the hard rub of her tail bone midway through each stroke. In no time I could feel the tingling, bulb of pressure sliding slowly upward through my inner channel. I squeezed her ass against me as hard as I could and then froze as my hot cum shot suddenly up her back covering her with my cum. I moaned and nearly collapsed with the relief and pleasure. All night I had waited for this moment, and I can honestly say it was better than I could have ever imagined. My orgasm lasted for a very long time, and after shocks rippled through me long after I had fallen to the bed beside my lover.

We cleaned up and lay under the blankets — tired, naked bodies intertwined and content. We drifted off to sleep with the warmth of our bodies and the warmth of our spirits.

END

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April 4, 2010

Erotic Hot Stories – Lead to a Sexy Stranger

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What a beautiful day! The sky is blue, the breeze is exhilarating! No wonder Sasha recommended her place for a breather from the city! While I thrive on my businesses, a well deserved vacation was becoming very necessary.

I have been a little wound up lately, restless, like something is missing. Sasha detected my restlessness and named it for me, “Loneliness.” I do not lack dates or even some awesome sex occasionally. I just haven’t met the man to take my breath away yet.

Smiling to myself, remembering that Sasha has plans of changing that, this weekend. She is so cute, always looking out for me. Before I left for my walk on her grounds this morning, she said to me, “Natalia, tonight is the night! He is perfect for you! His name is Nico. Not only is he sexy, handsome and intelligent, he is definitely your match!” So, I’ll meet this man for Sasha and of course, my own curiosity. But for now, I want to enjoy her beautiful estate and take nature into my senses for this morning!

As I walk along, my eyes feast on this beautiful scenery! The colors of a gorgeous summer day. Trees and flowers dancing in the breeze. I feel the warmth of the sun on my face and light air flows through my long dark hair. I feel so alive! With the light wind taking my summer dress and letting the skirt flow with it, I feel an energy come over me. Life is good!

Carrying my shoes, twirling around like a happy child, I discover that I am not alone! The most beautiful golden retriever is dancing and jumping beside me! “Well, hello there beautiful! Where did you come from?”, I asked. Her reply was a dainty little “woof” and some excited jumping around! I went down to my knees to give her a warm friendly rub. But, she had other ideas! She wanted to play!

We wrestled and played and ended up chasing each other through the grass. What a fun, gorgeous animal! Someone loved her, she was in excellent shape, with the healthiest coat a dog could have. Wondering what her name was, I decided she looked like a “Betty” and would call her that till our fun walk ended.

As we got further down the road, we came upon one of Sasha’s many guest homes. Her generosity, would put friends in the loveliest of houses, surrounded by beauty and filled with all the necessities.

This one that we were coming up upon, in particular, had a gorgeous fountain flowing with cool, crisp water, surrounded by beautiful flowers of great color.

I looked at my new friend Betty and ran for it! Barking happily, she ran after me. The race to the water was on!

Betty actually jumped in the fountain and the child in me followed! We splashed and played. I was squealing, she was barking happily! We were having a grand old time! Then a voice, out of nowhere, claimed my new friend by laughingly saying, “Gracie! you are getting your new playmate soaking wet!” Betty/Gracie hopped out of the fountain and ran to her owner.

I looked up and into the eyes of the strikingly beautiful owner of that voice. My God, he was dressed only in black jeans. My body reacted immediately! I could blame the hardening of my nipples on the air hitting my wet skin, but the explanation for the sudden gush of wetness between my legs was all him! He lent a hand as I stepped out of the water. His eyes dancing with amusement, he asked “Did I hear you call her ‘Betty’?”

I can imagine the sight of me, wet hair over my shoulders, my thin dress clinging to me, showing more of me, than hiding. But as I watch his eyes sweep over all of me, I know I am not imagining it. I see in his beautiful green eyes, lust and perhaps a little more. All I know, is that I am trembling and not from being chilly. The sight of him is breathtaking. What is coming over me? I want to fuck him! Here and now!

“Betty, err, Gracie has been much fun in my morning walk” I could only manage to say. My mind so clouded with wanting this man. I have never felt this reaction to any man and I wanted him, bad! Mr. Sexy walked over to where my shoes were carelessly thrown to the side of the fountain in the grass and he picked them up, saying, “It would be a shame to put wet feet into these shoes, let’s get you dried up!” Before I could respond, he swooped me up, actually threw me over his shoulder and started for the inside of the house! This sent me into giggles of delight and Gracie into playful barks while jumping and running around us.

Inside, as he set me down, he let his strong hands run down the sides of my body. He leaned me against a wall in the hallway, with both of his arms on either side of me. My trembling body was screaming for him to touch me! There is a kind of knowing that took place between us, a lust at first sight, with a tender feeling as well.

He leaned in to nibble my lips. Softly, he kissed them and slowly brought his hands into my hair. My mind is screaming for more, as he suddenly takes my mouth with his. God, he tastes so good! As he devours my mouth, I am pressing my body into his. My wet, hard nipples rubbing against his bare chest, driving him and myself into wanting so much more. I adore a man who takes what he wants and he does! I think he can read my mind!

While our tongues dance so delightfully, he pulls down the straps of my dress, until he totally bares my tits and reveals my long hard nipples, aching for his touch. This gorgeous man leaves my mouth with a trail of soft kisses and licks straight to those aching nipples. Aaahhhh, watching him lick, suck and softly bite each nipple sends signals to my already throbbing, hot and extremely wet cunt!

I reach down to find his hard cock. He groans against my nipple as I rub and stroke his growing prick. I try to open his pants to remove them, but that quickly, I am in the air again, this time being carried like a baby to his bed, deep kissing along the way. He sits on his bed, still holding me in that same position that he carried me in, kissing me hungrily and his hand finding it’s way between my legs! Pulling my panties off and then his fingers diving into my heat! The growl coming from him as his tongue is exploring my mouth, while he finds how very wet my pussy is for him, nearly pushes me over the edge!

We couldn’t control our want after this. For that matter, we didn’t want to! In haste, we undressed each other, touching, kissing and licking. I slowly pushed his gorgeous hard body back onto his bed and slid mine onto his. I took his mouth with mine as I wiggled and ground my body on his. I could feel his hard throbbing cock between our bellies and it was driving me mad!

I had to taste him! I slid down to his cock, took it in my hand and teased my own nipples with his cockhead! Yum! Licking that delicious cockhead with my tongue was a tasty heaven! I dipped my tongue into that hot slit of his prick to feel and taste his precum. He was so very hard! I teasingly stroked his shaft and teased his balls while I sucked that gorgeous cockhead.

I enjoyed watching him, trying to thrust into my mouth. With his hands fisted in my hair, I looked into those sexy green eyes and said, “Please fuck my mouth baby!” With that, his cocked entered my mouth fully. To feel his silky cock fucking my mouth, gliding in and out, I was in a sexual frenzy! I needed more of him. I sucked his cock eagerly with each thrust. I had a good grip on his hips as he pulsed his delicious hot cum down my throat.

A huge turn on for me, was that after he came so much, his cock remained hard and was throbbing for more! I rolled onto my back and I spread my legs for him to enter. I wanted him to fuck me so much! But with a knowing smirk and a shake of his head, with those gleaming, mischievous eyes, he went to work, feasting on my body!

His hot mouth teased my pussy, licking my pussy lips, driving me crazy, but carefully staying away from my throbbing clit and pussyhole. I kept grinding my hot cunt into his face, while he continued to tease. He kept looking into my eyes, His eyes smiling, knowing damn well what I needed and wanted so much! Just as I felt I would surely lose my mind, his hot tongue dove deep into my cunt.

Oh my! He was fucking me so good with that hot tongue! He would plunge in and out of my pussy and then up to lick and suck on my clit. My explosion came fast! It was a screaming cum, that seemed to go on deliciously, forever!

Still quaking with orgasmic aftershocks, he glided up to my mouth to kiss me deeply. I could taste myself and feel my cum all over this gorgeous man’s mouth.

My desire for him, still not completely sated, had me open my legs and grip him around his hips, inviting that long, hard cock to thrust deep into my wet and very hot cunt.

I could feel his thickness stretch my pussy to take him in. The feeling was incredible as he filled me entirely. I urged him to pound my cunt as my hips rose hard to meet each thrust! But he wasn’t going to let me cum again so quickly. Aaahhh, the joy of fucking this man!

He whispered into my ear. “Ride me baby, I want to see all of you as you fuck me!” With that lovely invitation, we rolled over. I was looking into his gorgeous eyes, as I teased his cock with my dripping pussy. I would take his cockhead in and let him go no further.

His smirk let me know that he was allowing this tease only for a short time. He reached up and teased my nipples, pinching and twisting them lightly. I leaned in to devour his mouth with a kiss and that quickly he grabbed my hips and thrust up into me fully! Each slam into me, I felt it up to my belly! My mind is reeling with want and lust! As he takes me on this ride, I am screaming “Oh yes! Fuck me baby! Fuck my wet cunt and cum!”

I want to cum with him! I could feel it building in me and I was sure he was well on his way too! Suddenly, he slid his finger into my ass and pounded my pussy with his huge cock! His voice commands, “Now!”. My mind clouded and all I could do is feel this explosion erupt between the two of us! What a screaming, slamming , hot cum!

Lying there, feeling so damn happy all over, I realized that I do not even know this delicious man’s name! It seemed a silly time for introductions, but as I turned to his face to ask his name, I saw him sleeping like a baby!

Laughingly, I tiptoed to his bathroom, cleaned up and dressed.

I found him actually snoring as I came out of his bathroom! With the widest smile on my face, I located a pen and paper in his room, left a lipstick kiss on it and just wrote simply, “Love, Natalia”.

Gracie walked with me to the door, as I tiptoed out, not to wake him. I gave her a huge hug and slipped out the door. I looked back, knowing, that this will be again. But, who is this delicious man?

END

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Erotic Hot Stories – For Someone

Suzi pushed her way out of the ladies room, back into the crowded club. The Dead Ends were on in ten, and she wanted to be someplace where she could actually see what was happening on stage, so she now had the joyful task of actually finding her friends and getting them to move from wherever the hell they’d gotten to and into a place where she could actually watch her favourite band perform. Pushing through the crowd, Suzi tried not to think about the hordes undesirable punks that were leering at her as she made her way to the bar area. Spying Janelle, one of her fellow Dead Ends followers, and a good friend from work, she made her way over.

The almost-twenty-one year old commerce student had almost stayed at home tonight, despite the knowledge that her favourite punk outfit were playing. After a shit day at Uni, being told that she was going to have to repeat a subject next year, and the last week’s worth of trouble from her recently-separated ex-boyfriend, she was totally prepared to spend a night at home with a bottle of Absolut and some good DVDs. But her friends insisted that she should come out, and so here she was. She’d already had a few drinks, so she was feeling a little better already, but the weight of the last week was still getting to her a little bit. She hoped that the show would take her mind off things a little, and that she could finally have a little fun for once.

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Alex sighed to himself as he drained his bourbon and placed the empty glass on the bar behind him. He looked around him at all the stupid humans going about their business, and considered another drink. Given that the last was his fifth in a little under an hour, he thought the better of it. He really shouldn’t come to these things alone, he thought. Unfortunately, he simply didn’t know anyone who shared the same tastes as him anymore – all his friends had grown up and settled down, but at twenty three, he really didn’t feel like doing that. Hell, he didn’t have anyone to settle down with if he wanted to – he just could find the right type of woman… that’s what he told himself anyway. He felt something brush against his arm. Turning, Alex came face to face with perhaps the most beautiful women he had seen for a long time, obviously trying to drag her friend away from the tattooed punk rocker she seemed to be engaged in conversation with. Alex smirked. Probably something along the lines of “So, do you like stuff?” Something about her friend though, woke up a desire inside him he hadn’t felt for quite a while…

She was about 5 foot 6, slim, but with definite curves… no more than a size 10, for sure, but in the short black shirt and tight top she was wearing he could definitely tell she was no stick figure. Her boots ended just below the kneecap, above which a pair of the creamiest, most shapely thighs disappeared into the aforementioned skirt. She turned around to face her friend, giving him an unobstructed view of her backside, which, along with the rest of her, was absolutely perfect. Her black hair finished just below the shoulders, and she had a fringe around the front, as was the style among more goth-oriented girls lately, he’d noticed. She had a nose piercing, and he thought he’d seen a tongue stud when she was speaking before… She was stunning… perhaps he should talk to her. She looked pretty approachable. Just as he was writing the idea off, she turned to the bar, to buy a drink he figured. Now was his chance, perhaps his only chance, and he was going to seize it.

***

Suzi gave up on Jane – she’d found some lump and decided she was going to drool all over him for the rest of the night. She had a habit of doing this, and she’d learned that there was nothing she could do about it. She resolved herself to get another drink and forget about it, and just enjoy the show. As she waited for some attention from the bar staff, she noticed the guy next to her, and caught his eye for a second. He smiled weakly, then looked away. Interesting, she thought. He was cute… slim, definite muscle tone there… a tattoo was visible, running out of the sleeve on his right arm… She caught herself wondering where else he had them. “Well, come to think of it, I haven’t gotten laid in fucking ages, it’s no surprise.” She laughed to herself. His hair was spiked up, in a kind of messy fashion, but she was sure he’d taken a lot of care with it, and it was died blood red, with orange tips… The effect was pretty impressive, she thought. He was wearing tight leather pants, something she had a bit of a fetish for really, and a tight black t-shirt… Very nice. He looked at her, caught her gaze again, and this time, smiled.

a”Hey.” He said, still smiling, but she could tell he was nervous. “Hello.” She replied. He WAS cute, she thought to herself. Better than any of the other pretentious oafs she’d had crack onto her tonight. “Having a good night?” Alex inquired. “Yeah, not bad… yourself?” she replied. “Um, yeah, could be worse, could be at home…”

“That’s it, isn’t it?” She smiled. This was going easier than he thought. She seemed fairly friendly, not the ice princess that he’d feared she might turn out to be. “So who are you here to see?” he ventured. “The Dead Ends… Hey, shit, they’re about to go on!”

“Never heard of them, but I’ll assume they’re good in that case” he grinned. “Haha, you’d better believe it. I’m Suzi, by the way.”

“Alex.” he replied.

The band started up, and Suzi yelled to Alex “Hey! Lets find someplace we can see!” Alex thought to himself, the view from here is just fine, but what the hey..”

“OK!” He replied. They made their way into the crowd, finding a spot in the middle, quite close to the stage. The band were playing well, about as well as Suzi had seen them, but she was starting to lose interest at this point… Maybe the alcohol was starting to get to her, or maybe her unintentional period of abstinence had something to do with it… But she found herself drifting closer to this tall mysterious near-stranger as the set went on. He noticed this, first feeling her hand brush his thigh as they watched the performance, then as things went on, relocating to his ass. Alex, not sure what to do, decided to take a breather, regroup, and come back. “Would you like another drink? My shout!” he gestured. “Ooh, Thank you!” Suzi replied. “Ok, back in a tic.” Alex trotted off towards the bar, and Suzi caught herself checking out his ass as he went. “Mm. I want.” She caught herself. This is so not like me, she thought to herself. Well fuck it. He’s cute. I’m bored and horny. She looked over to the bar, and spied Janelle, dragging her lump in the direction of the ladies room. No class. Still…

Alex paid for their drinks and turned around to walk back to the dance floor, only to find Suzi standing right there in front of him. She beckoned him closer with a curl of the finger, and he leant in so he could hear what she had to say over the band. Alex almost dropped the drinks when he felt her tongue on his neck, closely followed by her lips as she kissed him just bellow the ear. The warm wet feeling of her on his neck made him shiver all the way to his toes. Alex pulled away and for a brief second Suzi though he was going to reject her, until she realised his intentions were exactly the opposite, moving in to kiss her on the mouth. She returned the gesture, taking her drink from his left hand and running the other one around his back. Their tongues snaked around each other as they tasted one another, the randomness of it all turning the couple on nearly as much as the kiss itself. They broke off, and Alex just stood there dumb for a moment. He shook it off, regaining his composure and gaining some courage from somewhere. Taking advantage of a break between songs, he leant into her ear and whispered “I’m going to call a cab now, and I want you to be in it.” Suzi didn’t even think twice before replying. “Just try to keep me out of it!” Alex grinned.

The finished their drinks and left the building to wait for their taxi. They kissed some more, in the middle of the street, and almost didn’t notice that the taxi had arrived when it did. “Fuck you’re hot…” She breathed to him. “Oh shut up” he replied and dragged her into the taxi. The ride to his apartment was short, yet it felt like an eternity, and predictably, consisted of a whole lot more making out. Alex paid the driver, and they half ran to his front door.

Alex worked full time at a publishing firm, so instead of your standard share house or closet-like bachelor pad, he actually lived in a real house, unlike most of his early-twenty-ish counterparts. They got into the front door of his well decorated three-by-one and shut it behind them. The couple stood silent and looked at each other for almost a minute, a combination of deciding what to do next, and catching their breath. Suzi decided to take the next move, and a bold one at that. She wrapped her arms around Alex, grabbing his tshirt from both sides at the bottom and pulling it over his head. His chest was tanned and well muscled, with well-defined pecs and a very nice six-pack to boot. He wasn’t too big, just cut, something she found very attractive about him. He had a tattoo of an angel on his right arm, from his shoulder to just above his elbow.

She kissed his neck, running her tongue along up to his ear, then moving back down to his chest, sucking and nibbling her way to his nipple, running her tongue around his areola and over the tiny bud, biting it softly between her teeth and using her tongue to gently brush it, sending shivers up and down his entire body. Alex groaned aloud as she sucked his nipple, then began to kiss down to his belly button, taking his belt buckle in her hands and slowly beginning to undo it.

She had his belt undone by the time her mouth reached his waistline, and began to kiss along it’s perimeter as she unzipped his pants and began to ease them down. Her mouth felt warm and welcome on his lower body, kissing around the edges of his boxer shorts. With his pants around his ankles, she then slowly lowered his boxers. His cock sprang out as she did so, and she took it in her hand as she lowered them to the floor with her other, slowly stroking it. She looked up at him and smiled, then took the head of his cock into her mouth, licking the underside and sucking. Suzi gripped the base of his cock and stroked slowly as her tongue danced around his head and the upper part of his shaft. Alex groaned and closed his eyes as this dark-haired beauty sucked his cock on his living room floor. Her tongue was massaging the underside of his cock as she sucked him, and he felt so close now, he thought he’d better tell her to stop. He groaned, then put a hand on her face and stepped back. She stuck her tongue out and licked his cock head one more time before standing up and pressing herself against his naked body. They embraced, and kissed for what felt like an eternity, then broke away.

Alex motioned for her to sit on his couch, which she did, then kneeled in front of her, taking the bottom of her top into his hands and easing it over her head. Her bra was of the red lacy variety, his personal favourite. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they suited her frame, and when he took her bra off, they remained firm and held their shape. They were well rounded, with small areolas, and her nipples, erect from her sheer excitement, stood out like little buds, just begging to be sucked. But Alex was patient. He leant forward and kissed her lips, feeling her chest against his as he assaulted her neck, kissing her behind her ear, running his tongue along her neck, fuck, he was getting her so damn horny! She had to hold back from trying to throw him to the floor and having her way with him. He slowly moved down past her collarbone, running his tongue down and kissing gently to her nipples, taking the right one into his mouth and sucking gently, grazing it with his teeth and toying with it with his tongue. Fuck she thought to herself. He took her skirt in both hands with her nipple still in his mouth, pulled her skirt up around her waist, providing him an unobstructed view of her panties as he pulled away – a small red g-string of a French design, matching the bra he’d just taken off. The crotch was already soaked, something Suzi had been painfully aware of for a little while. Alex ran his index finger along the crotch from bottom to top, watching her shudder as he brushed close to her clit.

He reached up and grabbed the waistband of her G, and she arched her back as he pulled it down over her knees and to her ankles, kicking it away and slowly opening her legs for him. Alex almost gasped. Before him was one of the neatest looking pussies he had ever seen. Clean shaven, the pink folds of her labia glistened with her own juices, and her clit could be seen just peeking out as she spread her thighs for him. Alex began to nibble her left thigh, slowly working his way to her crotch. He could smell her arousal, and that turned him on even more. He ran his tongue along the inside of his thigh, achingly slowly, making his way to her pussy. Once there, he stabbed his tongue into her warm opening, tasting the juices inside, then slowly ran his tongue up to her clit, curling it around the little bud, then brushing over it with the softer underside of his tongue. Suzi gasped, closed her eyes and let him work, placing a hand on the back of his head and running her fingers through his hair. Alex toyed with her clit for a while, until she was getting close to the edge, and her breathing became faster. She began to moan with each touch of her skin by his tongue, and Alex took this as is cue. He dived in, sucking her clit into his mouth, and curling his tongue around it, licking it, and using his teeth and gums for extra sensation. This was all too much for Suzi, and she came on his face in one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Her thighs lifted up into the air as she screamed, and Alex slid two fingers into her hole, feeling her squeeze him, and adding to the sensations by stroking her g-spot with his fingertips. Suzi finally came down, and Alex climbed up her body to kiss her mouth. Suzi moaned as his tongue spread her own juices through her mouth, and she tasted herself on his lips.

Alex stood up and, pulling Suzi to her feet, led her into the bedroom. She threw herself down on the bed, and he crawled on top of her, looking down at this beauty beneath him. “I want you inside me, now!” she breathed at him. Alex felt his cock jump at her words, and lowered himself, placing the head of his cock at the entrance to her cunt. As he eased himself into her tight, wet hole, she arched her back and moaned. He wasn’t huge, but he was definitely big enough, and he fit in her so perfectly. He groaned as he slid into Suzi, feeling almost like he was melting into her, and he began to slide slowly in and out of her. Suzi just closed her eyes, her head swam with the intense feelings of pleasure that this stranger was inflicting upon her as he began to fuck her in long strokes, almost leaving her then plunging back in. Alex’s pace quickened, and Suzi felt an orgasm approaching. Fuck, already! She thought to herself. She usually didn’t cum at all, let alone so soon! Alex sped up even more, his cock sliding in and out of her easily with the combination of his saliva and her juices, and she felt herself go over the edge, her entire body consumed as her orgasm took hold, losing control of everything and giving herself over to the feelings that overtook her.

After her orgasm subsided, she felt herself sliding into yet another… this was insane.. she’d never known sex to be this good before. Alex was fucking her in long, hard strokes, and he knew exactly where how and when to move. After about another four of these orgasms (she guessed), Alex moved his leg outside of hers and rolled over onto his back, dragging her ontop of him in one motion. Suzi immediately began to rise and fall on top of him, rocking her body and fucking him steadily with her strong thighs. Alex just stared up at the beauty expertly fucking him into his own bed… He was astonished at the was she was making him feel.. her cunt felt so good around his cock… She stopped mid stroke and smiled, and Alex’s eyes widened as he felt her grip him with her pelvic floor muscles, then began to slowly slide up and down on him, almost milking him. Suzi began to move faster now, bouncing and rocking on top of him, as another orgasm threatened to assault her. Alex began to move in unison with her, fucking back as she fucked him. As her orgasm built to climax, he grabbed her hips in his hands and, on his back, began to fuck her harder than she’d ever known she could be fucked. She went over the edge straight away, screaming, as Alex felt his own orgasm build, and began to fuck her with everything he had, driving his cock into her, using the entire length. He felt his balls tighten up and she felt the head of his cock expand as his cum began to shoot up his shaft and into her, both of them moaning and grinding against each other as her own orgasm squeezed and milked his cock dry. Suzi fell forward onto him, spent, and he held her tight as they both tried to regain their breath.

END

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March 30, 2010

Erotic Hot Stories – An Evening with Kitiara & Teá

he party had finally ground to a halt at 3:30 AM. Only Kit remained in the house that I shared with my fiancé, Teá.

We had all had far too much to drink, if there is such a thing. I had gone through nearly a fifth of Jack Daniels, and now sat on the couch nursing a beer. Teá had gone straight for the tequila shots, as always, and sipped a club soda with lime in between. Kit had tried a little bit of everything, and was now rolling a near-empty rocks glass in her manicured hand.

Kit was dressed to kill, as always, in a plaid skirt that came down to mid-thigh, a tight black top, and knee high black leather boots. Her brown hair hung loose to her shoulders, and her brown eyes were full of their usual playful mischief.

Teá was wearing a long, flowing skirt, made up of a thin material that hugged her curves, and a white tank top that did little to hide her fantastic figure. Her long brown hair also hung loose, falling just past her shoulders. Her large, brown eyes were closed as she swayed softly to the music playing in the background.

I was bumming it out, in a pair of button-fly jeans, hiking boots, and a white t-shirt. I had been in my usual mood all day, spouting silly one-liners, and using what charm I had to put my guests at ease all evening, and quite honestly, was damned fucking tired.

Kit sat on the counter between the kitchen and the den with her legs crossed, slowly kicking her left foot, and giggling at something Teá had said.

I was too spaced out to make anything out. I took a deep breath and laid my head back on the couch. I thought about telling the ladies I was off to bed, but Teá read my mind.

“Oh no you don’t,” she said, appearing above me, bending over the back of the couch. “The party’s not over yet.

I laughed. “I’m tired, Sweetie. I’m not in my twenties anymore…”

“Right,” she answered, with a twinkle in her eye. “You’re an old man of 31. What was I thinking?”

“I have no idea.” I smiled and began to get up, but she placed her hands on my shoulders, and pushed me back down into the couch.

“Noooooo, you have to stay with us! Who knows what might happen if you leave us two women alone?”

“Whatever happens, get some video tape,” I said, dryly. “I’ll watch it in the morning.” I tried to sit up again, but was pushed down. I heard Kit giggling from her perch on the counter.

“What the hell’s so damned funny,” I asked, and turned my head toward her.

Kit shrugged, and took a sip of her drink. “I just don’t think you’re getting out of this room until Teá wants you to.”

I smiled. “I’m starting to get that feeling myself,” I said, exasperated.

“Good,” Teá said, and bent lower so that her head was close to my ear. “Besides, you’re not going to sleep without me . . . you know what tequila does to me.”

I was still looking at Kit. “I’m sure Kit will help you out with that.” It was an old joke between us. We all flirted heavily, but nothing ever came of it. Just a strong friendship.

“Hell yeah!” Kit said. “Bring that sexy body over here, Sweets!”

But Teá only laughed. “It’s not me you’ve been eyeing all night . . .”

Kit blushed scarlet, and I felt my face heating as well. Kit was just as beautiful as Teá, but in a different way. Teá was all soft curves and sensuality, with large d-cup breasts that drew every eye. Kit was slender, with smaller breasts, and an ass to die for. An ass that I had been checking out all night.

“The only reason she’s been eyeing me was to figure out how the hell to get me outta the way, so she could have her way with you.,” I said.

Teá laughed low, in my ear. “Really . . . and what about you? What reason do you want to offer for checking out your best friend.”

Kit was still smiling, but her face was flushed, and I could tell she was uncomfortable. I tried again to make light of the conversation.

“So was every man in the room. Have you looked at that skirt?” I asked.

Kit laughed, and looked at me gratefully, but Teá leaned closer to my ear, and whispered low enough to only be heard by me. “Do you want her, John?”

I chuckled. “Knock it off . . .”

“I’m serious. Do you?”

“Teá . . .” I was starting to get really uncomfortable. I mean, of course I wanted her! No one who saw her body when she was dressed the way she was wouldn’t want her. But I’ll be damned if I was going to say that to my fiancé.

“I know you do, John. Do you remember what we talked about the other night?”

I remembered. We had talked about swinging. I had told her the idea was hot, but that I didn’t think I could do it. I was afraid it would hurt her too much. Teá is an incredible woman, but if she has one flaw it’s her insecurity in how I feel about her. I wouldn’t want to jeopardize that.

“You told me that I’d have to give you express permission . . .” she whispered “. . . well, I’m giving it. I want to see it. I want to watch you fuck her. I want to see what a woman looks like when you fill her with that thick cock of yours. I want to watch her scream.”

“What are you two talking about over there?” Kit asked.

“Nothing,” I said.

Teá smiled, and looked at Kit. “I was telling John that I want to watch him fuck you. Right now.”

Kit laughed. “Seriously, you two were whispering about something over there . . . what?”

“I’m serious. He’s got a great cock, Kit. You’d love it.”

I looked up at Teá to gauge how drunk she was, but she seemed more excited than anything. Her face was flushed, and she licked her lips.

“Are you serious?” I asked, feeling my cock start to swell in my jeans.

Teá only nodded, her eyes still on Kit.

I shook my head. “You want me to . . .”

“Fuck her,” Teá said, finishing my sentence. “Yes.”

I looked at Kit, but she seemed as stunned as I was. It was as if we were both waiting for the punchline of a joke. But none seemed forthcoming. Finally, I figured I’d call her bluff.

“Alright.” I put my beer down on the coffee table and stood, ignoring the bulge in my pants. “If this is what you want.”

“It looks like it’s what you want, too,” Teá said, obviously speaking about my growing erection.

I frowned slightly and walked slowly toward Kit, who started to realize what I was trying to do and put her drink down on the counter, a small half-smile forming on her face.

I was close enough to touch her now, and did so, placing my hand gently on her bare knee. I stopped where I was, waiting for the word from Teá forcing me to stop.

Kit looked down at my hand on her knee, and bit her lip, her nerves finally showing.

Teá, didn’t make a sound.

I figured, I’d take it a little bit further, so I pushed her leg to the side, uncrossing them, and placed my other hand on her other knee. Kit looked me in the eyes, her lips parted slightly, and looked over my shoulder at Teá. Her eyes widened.

I’m not sure what she saw, and at the moment, I didn’t care. I was getting harder by the minute, and irritated at Teá for playing this little game. I began to slide my hands up the outside of Kit’s thighs, until they slid up over her ass. I leaned in close, and whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry about this, but . . .”

“John,” Kit said, her voice breathless. “Fuck me . . . do it. She’s serious . . . ahhh, God, do it. Do it now!”

I was shocked. I turned my head toward the mirror hanging about the fireplace, and saw what had Kit so excited. Teá had stripped off her skirt, and panties, and was sprawled on the couch running a finger over her clit.

I was mesmerized.

Then I felt Kit’s hands tugging at my belt, and I looked back at her. Her face was inches from mine, and her breathing was ragged and heavy. I hooked my fingers into her panties, and slid them off, pulling her to the edge of the low counter.

She freed my cock, and stroked it a few times, pushing my jeans onto my thighs. I growled low in my throat, and grabbed her ass, tightly. She let go of my cock, and snaked her arms around my back. “Fuck me, John. Fuck me . . .now . . . I need it . . . so long I’ve wanted it . . .”

And so did I. Since I first met her. I thrust my hips forward, my cock finding her pussy as if guided by some unseen force. She was already soaked, and I sunk into her to the hilt.

She let out a low, deep moan, as her tight pussy stretched around me, and I groaned in response.

“Yessss, John . . . so good.”

I withdrew completely and drove into her again, slow, long strokes to get her used to me. She threw her head back and screamed, as I pumped her a third time, then a fourth. Slowly I picked up speed, and she began to thrust back toward me, meeting me.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Teá watching us intently, her fingers a blur on her clit. Her dark hair was thrown back on the armrest, and her large, brown eyes, were fixed on us. It was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced.

Kit seemed to agree. Her eyes never left my fiancé, and her faced flushed deeper the hotter she grew. It was as if I was just an instrument, a tool connecting the two women. I loved it.

Our fucking took on a savage quality. Rough, hard, and deep. The only sounds in the room were the slap of our bodies, and the moans of all three of us.

My hands squeezed Kit’s ass hard, and I pulled her against me, my cock driving into her in long, fast strokes.

Kit bit her lip, her eyes glossy and lust-filled, staring behind me. Again I glanced in the mirror. Teá was like a woman possessed, now. Her hips thrust upward as if being fucked by an invisible force, her fingers were slick and shiny with her juices. All the while her eyes never left the scene before her

Kit moaned loudly, and started to tremble and shake against me. I knew she was close, and I picked up the pace, pounding myself into her for all I was worth.

“Oh fuck,” she said, “oh fuck . . . I’m gonna cum . . . I’m going to . . .”

I growled in response, and raked my teeth along her exposed throat.

Her entire body shook violently, and she wrapped her legs tightly around me. Her arms slid up my back, one of her hand grasping the back of my head. “Fuck! I’m cumming . . . I’m cumming!”

Still I drove into her, my cock like a piston, always moving, always demanding more.

I heard Teá begin to moan louder behind me, and I knew she was about to explode. Then she did, a loud rough scream coming from deep in her throat. I looked to the mirror and saw her shake, her mouth open in an O of pleasure.

I soon joined her.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as I felt the first telltale sensations in my cock. I could feel it swelling impossibly big, impossibly hard inside of Kit. I could feel my balls pull up tightly to the base. She clutched me to her now, fucking me back hard.

I screamed, and exploded.

Kit gasped, and moaned, and I could tell she was cumming again.

Cum rocketed out of my cock into her willing cunt. She wrapped her legs tightly around me, as if not wanting to let a drop escape her hungry pussy.

I continued to pump into her, my cock flexing and spasming, my balls emptying themselves of their burden.

Eventually, I slowed to a stop, gasping, trying to catch my breath.

I felt Teá step up behind me, and squeeze my ass, making my still hard cock flex inside of Kit.

“Now,” Teá purred in my ear, “don’t you both feel better?”

The End

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March 29, 2010

Erotic Hot Stories – Lolling with Laxmi Ch. 02

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It was a Sunday afternoon. I was in my office with my secretary Laxmi. We had just finished a really wonderful 69, and now lay naked side by side caressing each others bodies.

“Boss,” she said as she lazily ran her finger in circles around my nipple, “You said that your wife Pam had sex before marriage…”

“Only with me…” I corrected her.

“That is exactly what I want to know. When a girl born and brought up in a decent family lets her boy-friend fuck her before marriage, the conclusion is that she has a strong sexual urge. Like you and I have. And we did not stop at one person, now did we?” Laxmi reasoned. “You may not be aware of the other men in her life. How can you trust her word?”

“You see it is not a question of trust at all, it is a question of love.” I tried to explain her. “She let me do it to her before marriage, because she loves me so much. She has never told me – she had no need to tell me – that she had not slept with any one.”

“This is beyond me…” admitted Laxmi.

“And then will it confuse you more if I tell you that she has had sex with one more person other than me…” I had started saying, when Laxmi interjected with-

“See you admit it…”

“Not only admit it, but I made it happen.” I said non-chalantly.

“You, what?” Laxmi was incredulous.

“Ok, let me start from the beginning.” I said. “On our tenth wedding anniversary we decided to go for a ‘honey-moon.’ We had not gone on a vacation for a long time. We went to this fabulous beach resort. It is located on a small hill, a modern multi-storeyed building with all facilities. But the beach was close by, and it was clean.

“We arrived there towards evening. While we were checking in, another couple arrived – a six and a half feet tall Sikh with his equally impressive wife. The moment they entered, my eyes went to the wife and I found her looking at me with interest. I looked at the Sikh and found him looking directly at Pam. And when I looked at Pam, I found her blushing and looking at the floor.

“We were taken to the our suite on the twelfth floor. While the bell boy was showing us our room, the Sikhs followed us in another lift and another bell boy ushered them in to a room right next to ours.

“We washed and changed and went to the pool side restaurant on the ground floor, only to find the Sikhs already sitting at a table. As luck would have it all other tables were taken, the only unoccupied table being right next to them, we went and occupied it.

“While we ordered and the soup arrived, I was looking at the Sardaran, the Sardar was looking at Pam and the Sardaran was looing at me and Pam was looking at her soup!

“All of a sudden Pam gave a small yelp. She had dropped a spoonful of hot soup on her dress. She immediately stood up. It was a brand new white dress and she was horrified at the red stain on the thigh of her dress. She excused herself saying she had to go and immediately change. She couldn’t bear the thought of such a beautiful dress ruined. She hurriedly went towards the lift bank.

“She had hardly taken a few steps when the Sardar got up and saying something to his wife, left towards the lift too.

“I turned my attention to the Sardaran, who was now openly giving me the ‘come hither’ look. So I went over to her table and said, ‘We are from Bangalore.’

” ‘We are from Delhi.’ She smiled. Her full dark pink lips parted to show perfect white teeth.

” ‘We are on the same floor as you.’ I continued.

” ‘In adjacent suites.’ she flashed her bewitching smile once again. ‘…and the Sardar goes for a jog for atleast one hour every morning at six o’clock.’ she added.

” ‘I will be there.’ I ventured smiling at her and returned to my table well before Pam arrived. When Pam came, she looked all pink and excited. The moment she sat down, she said, ” ‘You know what happened now?’ she asked, ‘that Sardar tried to catch me in the lift.’

” ‘What?’ I exclaimed. ‘What happened exactly?’

” ‘I had just entered the lift and he too came in after me. We were both alone in the lift. To avoid his lusty gaze, I half-turned my face away from him. As soon as the doors closed and the lift started moving, he simply embraced me from behind.’ she said breathlessly. But I sensed more of excitement on her face than anger or fear.

” ‘He is very, very strong. The way he held me I could not move a muscle. He held me so tight.’ Pam said.

” ‘Why didn’t you kick or scream?’ I asked.

” ‘I was so shocked. I never imagined any one doing such a thing to me.’ Pam said, ‘he was so rough, he… he…’ she paused and then said, ‘he felt me all over, front, back, down, everywhere. If the lift had not stopped at 5th floor, and a waiter come in with a trolley, he would certainly have done something with me.’ Color was again rising in her cheeks and she looked very, very attractive. Only sexually aroused women look as attractive.

” ‘Shall I tell the management, call the police? Such people must be punished.’ I offered, myself aroused by her arousal coupled with the excitement caused by the invitation from the Sardar’s wife.

” ‘No, don’t.’ she said hurriedly. ‘why spoil our entire vacation. After all he could not do much to me.’ Pam forced herself to smile. It appeared, asking me not to call the police made her seem awkward.

We quickly finished our meal. The Sardar had not arrived to the table till we had left.

While returning to our suite we were alone in the lift. I found her rather excited, so I held her close to me and she responded immediately. Her excitement really turned me on. She was blushing and her whole body had come live. The Sardar’s hand had touched her everywhere, she had said. I pictured the Sardar holding her boobs in one hand and forcing his other hand in her sari. Thinking about how he must have held her, I did the same and she responded by kissing me. Luckily no one entered the lift and when we got to our floor, the corridor was empty. We crossed it with our arms around each other and giving and taking small quick kisses and touching each other’s bodies.

The moment we were in our suite, I lifted her and carried her to the bed. I raised her sari and petticoat together and pulled down her panties. I slid down my trousers to my knees.She had already spread herself and guided the tip of my cock in herself quickly. The Sardar’s touch had done the job of foreplay and she was totally wet. I was quite rough and humped her as if I was raping her. She obviously loved the roughness of my touch and instead of the normal loving murmur in my ear she cried out loud and scratched my back.

Afterwards we undressed each other completely and later she got on top of me and fucked me with abandon, uttering filthy things rather loudly in a husky voice. Exhausted by all this we slept like two babies in each others arms.

I was woken by the soft ping of my wrist watch. It was semidark. Faint light was streaming in through the large french windows which opened on the terrace outside.

Gently I extricated myself from Pam’s entangled arms and legs. She just grunted and fell asleep again. By constitution I was an early bird and she was a late owl.

Silently, I showered and put on a track suit and exactly at five minutes past six, entered the corridor pulling the door quietly behind me.

With a thumping heart I knocked lightly on the adjoining door. I heard a slight movement on the other side. Almost instantly the door opened partly and the Sardaran asked me to quickly come in. She was dressed in a transparent negligee. The moment I entered she shut the door and we embraced.

” ‘How long does the Sardar take his jog?’ I asked.

” ‘Oh don’t worry, he is not gone for a jog.’

” ‘What do you mean? Is he here?’

” ‘No, not here. He has gone into your suite via the balcony as soon as we heard you come out in the corridor.’

” ‘In my suite…’ I was incredulous.

” ‘Yeah, he wants to rape your wife.’

I was speechless. She took my hand and led me out on to the wide balcony which was just next to the balcony outside our suite. It was still relatively dark outside.

She started climbing the low balustrade and her gown rode all the way up. In the climbing movement her pussy had opened wide and was glistening in the semi-darkness. I put my hand forward and felt her pussy. She giggled. Her pussy was all sticky. I automatically smelt my hand, it was a man’s – the Sardar’s – ample cum.

” ‘He fucked me just before six o’clock.’ she said. ‘But come let us see what he does to your wife.’ With this she climbed and jumped lightly in our section of the balcony. I followed suit.

We reached the wide french windows. Last night I had moved the curtains and opened the window to let in fresh air and in the dim light we could make out the form of the Sardar standing in the centre of the room.

He was not wearing his turban but had tied his hair on top of his head in a bunch with a ribbon. He had also removed the net and his beard was now free. He had already removed his loin cloth and thrown it on the floor. He was stark naked. He stood to his full six and a half feet height and his huge dong, easily a foot long, stood out quite clearly against the backdrop of the pale colored wall beyond.

Pam was sleeping curled up on her side. She too was naked after out night’s love-making. Her pale skin glowed in the increasing light filtering in from the window.

” ‘He always takes the woman he wants.’ the Sardaran whispered in my ear. She touched my crotch and felt my excitement. She moved the zipper and released my cock from the shackling garments. ‘A woman may resist him in the beginning but simply loves it when he has finished with her.’ she informed me.

The Sardar moved with the stealth and speed of a tiger. He sat down on the bed beside Pam and turned her on her back. Pam woke up and half sat up with a start after seeing it was not me but the Sardar. But he placed a huge paw on her mouth and with the other hand, forced her back on the bed. Then with equal ease he pried open her thighs with the free hand. She tried to struggle but was like putty in his hands. He moved over the bed, the muscles could be felt than seen in his massive haunches. He positioned himself in between in her thighs, one palm still on her mouth. His buttocks tightened as he raised his back. The huge penis was angled at her wide open crotch. He guided it with his hand and with a mighty thurst forced his entire cock in her tiny little pussy right up to its hilt.

Pam writhed on the bed and a muffled long cry escaped her mouth. He held her down with ease by his weight. He lay motionless on top of her for a while. She had earlier put her hands involuntarily on his shoulders to push him away. Now slowly as the shock weared off and she felt the Sardar’s massive cock filling her inside, her fingers relaxed and she placed her palms on his shoulders as if in caress.

The Sardar started moving, he took one or two slow swings and then he started moving with great power and speed. He pulled his dong out to the maximum possible extent without letting the tip slip outside and went on like the rod of a steam engine.

Outside on the balcony the Sardaran pulled up her gown and bent over resting herself on a chair which was on the balcony in such a manner that she was facing the window. Without a word I entered her pussy doggystyle which was all slippery with the Sardars’s cum. This way we could watch the action inside while fucking ourselves. My attention was still on the Sardar rape-fucking my wife and I was moving my cock rather slowly in the Sardaran’s pussy.

Once the Sardar felt that Pam now wanted him, he removed the palm covering her mouth. She started moaning loudly. The Sardar continued pumping her steadily. Pam’s moans grew louder and louder with each of his thrusts. Her hands clasped him tightly. Her whole body started shaking violently as she came loudly.

I started moving with greater speed inside the Sardaran now. She also started moaning.

Light was growing now. I could clearly see my wife being wildly fucked on the bed where I had fucked her only last night. Her climaxing had no effect on the Sardar at all. The Sardar had not slowed down even a bit. He kept on steadily thumping her. Slick, slurpy sounds started emanating from their frenzied organs.

Outside, we were in a frenzy too. I came inside the Sardaran’s already fucked pussy. She too came quickly this being her second time within half an hour.

Pam’s moaning started all over again, only this time it was louder. Her nails scratched deeply leaving bloody trails down the Sardar’s back.

The Sardar continued his thrusts unabated.

I and the Sardaran disengaged and stood outside the window watching the spectacle.

Pam started on her third climax. Her legs started drumming the bed. She bit the Sardar on his shoulder. Her moaning grew into cries. The Sardar’s bulk too started shuddering, and after many low grunts he lay still on top of her. Her hands held him fast to her. She circled the legs around his torso and held him into her.

The dawn was breaking outside. The Sardaran signalled to me. Silently we climbed back and went to her room.

I was really thrilled to see my wife being raped. I tidied up my clothes and planting a thank you kiss on the Sardaran’s lips moved out. I sauntered to the lobby of the hotel to allow the Sardar time to get back to his room. I returned to our suite in fifteen minutes time.

When I entered the room. Pam was sleeping contentedly. I undressed and joined her on the bed. The movement woke her. She lazily put her arms around me. She seemed so contented and happy. I kissed her gently. A strong odour of semen mixed with her own cum was emanating from her. I moved my hand to her crotch. Her pussylips were swollenas I had never seen before. My fingers slipped in her vagina. I moved them back and forth for a while. The caressing movement evoked a response from Pam. I slid down and brought my mouth to her pussy. This excited her no end. She held my head in her thighs, while I started nibbling on her clit. I smeared my fingers in the juices in her pussy and inserted them in her anus. She let out sounds which excited me too. I put my mouth on her pussy and started drawing out the fresh cum lodged there by the Sardar. When I had drawn enough, I moved up and started kissing her on the mouth. Her tongue flickered in my mouth and she drew a blob of the Sardar’s semen into hers, disengaging only to swallow it down.”

“My god, what an adventure!” exclained Laxmi as I came to the end of my story. “and your wife never told you that she was fucked by the Sardar?”

“No, but I know that he is the only other man she has had apart from me.” I replied.

“You are incredible,” she said “I wish every woman had a husband like you.”

Part3

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Erotic Hot Stories – Lolling with Laxmi Ch. 01

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If you enter my office, the first thing you are bound to notice is my secretary Laxmi. She sits right outside my cabin facing the main door and has been refusing to be moved from there.

You will notice her not just because she is out there in the front, but because she has a personality and body which no one can ignore. She is petite and very fair, has large black eyes and jet black hair. She can say so many things with her eyes, just looking at you. That is why a shy person like me… But wait, let me not get ahead of the story.

The next thing(s) which you are bound to notice depends on whether she is standing or sitting, and whether she is facing you or has turned around. You know what I mean. Well, now let’s move on…

One Sunday afternoon, I was alone in the office. I had been away on tour for almost a week and had returned only the previous evening. Usually, when I work on a holiday – which I often do – I lock the outer office door and work in my cabin. I have a rather large couch in the inner area of my cabin to rest when I feel tired.

But that day I had left the outer door open on purpose for I was waiting for my secretary. The previous evening, when she was leaving, I had requested her to come on Sunday to attend to some urgent work.

As I sat there, going through the pile of papers on my table, I saw a shadow on my table and looked up to see my secretary Laxmi, peerping through the cabin door. As I looked at her she said, “May I come in, sir?”

“Please come in, Laxmi,” I said, “I have called you for some personal work today.” I said.

What I did not say aloud was that she was welcome any time. She was a watcher’s delight and, every day as she sat in the outer office, I watch her beautiful behind whole day through the one way glass of my cabin. I get to see the front view, only when she comes in :). Her presence always excites me sexually. I had sensed that she felt the same in my presence. However, matters had not progressed beyond flirting when our fingertips touched during the course of work, sending electrifying waves to my brain, which my wife says, is located in my groin:) When this incident happened, Laxmi had been with me for six months, minus the 1 month leave she had taken recently and had joined only a week back.

Now as she entered my cabin, her pallu slipped a few inches down from one shoulder. I realized that she was wearing a beautifully embroidered bra under her semitransparent white silk blouse. The edges of the bra and spaghetti thin elastic straps formed a beautiful pattern, and were visible through the thin transluscent blouse material.

“I learnt from the office staff that you often come alone to office on Sundays.” Laxmi said. “You wanted to meet me alone?”

“Yes. Please lock the door, so that we are not disturbed and then take a seat.” I invited her. She turned the key in the lock without a question and came and sat in front of me, resting her elbows on my tabletop and joining her fingers under her chin. This way I had a closer view of her white-clad boobs – one was partially hidden under the pallu but the beautiful pattern on the other one was now clearly visible at close range.

She saw where I was looking, and her eyes quickly looked down at her own bosom. But without making any move to lift the pallu back in its position she looked back with smouldering eyes straight in my eyes. She knew I was watching her breasts and she was clearly challenging me to squeeze them. With that glance, that moment I knew that she and I were going to be fulfledged lovers before we left office that afternoon. This immediately set things rolling.

“Laxmi,” I began, and surprisingly my voice had become a little hoarse, “You remember what you had said when you had come to me to ask for the month’s leave?”

“Ofcourse, I do. I rember how I blurted out to you the real reason for the leave. I had come when all the staff had left and you were sitting alone in your cabin that evening too.” answered Laxmi. Her eyes flashed electric sparks, and the silky smooth pallu slid further down her shoulder. This way, I had visual access to the pattern on the other round beauty too. “those days I was getting frequently pregnant, almost every time I had unprotected ….” She left the phrase unuttered “I wanted to get tubectomy done and wanted leave from the office.”

“That is exactly what I want to discuss with you today. I want my wife Pam to undergo the same operation, but I have some apprehensions. I want to know some facts about a woman’s sex life after the operation. Since I do not know any one who can give me first hand experience, I thought of you. Do you mind discussing?” I began. For a second, I thought she might tell me to consult a gynec.

“With you I am willing to discuss every thing about it. I myself had some apprehensions, and had discussions with my …partners.” I noticed the use of plural in the last word.

“I need information on some very intimate topics…” I said, feeling happy that she had not outright rejected the discussion.

“Sir, with you I am ready to share intimate matters.” My secretary’s answer was more than encouraging.

“Laxmi, thanks again. I feel very comfortable discussing my sex life with you. To start with, my wife too gets pregnant every time I have unprotected … intercourse with her.” I used the word she had left unuttered. Color started rising in her cheeks and I could feel the discussion was exciting her as much as it was exciting me.

“So do I.” she dropped her voice to a confidential whisper. But her cheeks were now a rosy pink and her eyes were sparkling with excitement. “I enjoy the direct contact of …” again she left the word unuttered again.

She announced in the conspiratorial tone again. “There is nothing more pleasurable than the direct feel of …” she again left the words unuttered but the meaning was not unsaid.

“There were times when I used condoms with Pam many times when we were young college-going students…” I was saying, but Laxmi had caught on to the real meaning of my sentence. She interruped with,

“Oh, so just like I did, your wife too had started before marriage?” she seemed to be excited by the idea.

“Yes, but it was only with me.” I said. A look of obvious disbelief came over Laxmi’s face.

I continued, “But the same can’t be said of me; she wasn’t the only one I had before marriage. I had other women much before I started with her. My first one was with a matured lady, when I was only fourteen years of age. Before that I had regularly explored our anatomy with a couple of boys.”

“Like you, I too started in teen-age” she volunteered. “But,” she then asked, “how can you be sure that Pam did not have her urge taken care of by some one before you?”

“I just know it.” I replied.

“How did it happen?”

“I want to ask you some questions about your sex life before and after the operation.” I interrupted, avoiding to bring my wife further in to this discussion, any more than was absolutely essential.

“Please do ask me what you want to ask.”

“Laxmi, I can guess that you had a very strong sex urge right from your young age, and you yourself told me you were having it before marriage; now has your sex urge decreased due to the operation? Because, that is one thing I do not want to happen to Pam. I need her every night at least once.” I said.

“Oh, no sir, my sexual urge has not at all decreased, on the other hand it has increased several fold. Because now I can have it any time, any where, with any one, without fear of getting pregnant. And I don’t miss a single opportunity.” Laxmi declared.

“Laxmi, tell me,” I noticed the words ‘any one’. I decided it was high time to take the initiative that in most cases, even a sexually aroused female wants the male to take. All of a sudden I leaned forward across the table and inserted my index and middle finger underneath her blouse and bra; I felt the soft yet taut, fair surface of her boob, but withdrew my hand quickly before she could react. Although my movements were a surprise to her, her body had reacted involuntarily and thrust her breast forward in anticipation. As I quickly withdrew my hand a gasp escaped her half-parted lips, it seemed more out of disappointment than surprise.

“I think an insect, most probably an ant, has entered your bra. But it moved deeper, before I could catch it.”

“My god!” she exclaimed, “what will I do now? What if the ant bites my soft breasts. You must have felt how soft I am there.” It was obvious that she was responding to my ploy positively.

“We will have to look deeper under your bra to catch it.” I said.

“Please look whereever you think it is necessary to look – but please remove the insect, please.” she begged and inserting her hand under her blouse bra began searching.

I got up from my chair and walked over so that I was behind her chair. She leaned backwards and looked at me with her head thrown back. I held her small but firm boobs in my palms and started feeling under the fabric.

“I will check both your breasts simultaneously,” I said, “so that it should not run from one to the other as I try to catch it.”

“This is a very good idea,” said Laxmi, “please take both of them and check thoroughly.”

I cupped both her boobs in my palms and started rubbing them gently. However, I did not touch the area of her nipples directly.

“Did you catch it?” she asked, “please catch it as early as possible.”

“I think the fabric is coming in the way…” I said.

“Then remove it forthwith,” she gave me full permission.

Standing close to her, and with her face turned up towards me, I noticed a tiny mole on her upper lip. Her lips were half parted and her breathing had become faster. My own breathing had become rather heavy in anticipation of the promise of the wonderful afternoon of sex awaiting me.

Suddenly I placed my lips on hers and put only a slight pressure on them. This again was not anticipated by her. In the brief second she realized that I was kissing her, her lips had already started reacting involuntarily by pressing back against my lips. The moment I felt the pressure of her responding lips I removed my lips, once again leaving her panting with desire.

“Sorry, Laxmi,” I said, “I mistook the mole for the ant. I thought the ant had realized that it had left your sweet lips untouched before proceeding in to your bra, and realizing its mistake had come back to taste the wonderful honey on your lips.”

“And how did you know my lips were sweet?” asked the darling fluttering her eye lashes.

“I just tasted them.” I said smiling.

“And how did you know what the ant wanted?” she asked again in a low husky voice.

“I think it is a male ant, judging from its eagerness to get into your bra,” I replied, “and I know what a male, any male would think about your body… exactly what I myself as a male would love to do with your body…”

“Then tell me what would be your… I mean the male ant’s… next move?” Laxmi invited me into further action. Without a word, I instantly moved my hands to her pallu and removing it out of my way, undid all the buttons on her blouse. My action was so quick, she was left gasping. Then slowly and deliberately, I pushed the two open front pieces of her blouse aside, and pushing them a few inches off her beautiful round shoulders, started examining her bra-clad breasts methodically.

An exotic perfume filled my nostrils. She must have applied it under her arms. I touched the skin between her clevage tentatively with my fingers and then moved them all over her bra as if feeling for the wandering insect. Blood rushed to her cheeks. I bent forward to get a better view and my cheek almost touched hers. A few stray curls of her hair which had come loose from her braid brushed against my cheek. Very tenderly I squeezed her boobs.

“Please check them thoroughly,” she whispered, “I am really scared of insects.”

Without warning, I caught hold of her blouse fronts and quickly and roughly pushed them back and down. She responded with a small yelp of excitement, saying,

“How violent you were after all the tender squeezing, I felt as if some one was undressing me to rape me…” But the manner in which she said it would have encouraged any prospective rapist! She raised herself from the chair, so that I could slide the blouse down her arms. In doing so her boobs jutted forward and outward. I took off her blouse it had the exhilirating mixture of the scent of the sweat from her armpits and the scent she had applied.

I caught her upturned chin and once again placed my lips on hers. This time her response was quick and complete. Before I had time to pull back, she started a very wet and passionate kiss. Losing control, I too started kissing back with equal fervour. Our lips curled against each other and tiny sounds escaped at intervals from our moist mouths. I started moving my palms over her shoulders, which were now naked except for the bra straps. I traced the straps down to the bra cups. Her boobs were not as large and as full as my wife Pam’s, but they were much more perky and hard. It has always surprised me that hard boobs have very soft skin. I moved my hands all around them and then squeezed them again. She let go a sigh of desire and slumped back against me.

I moved my hands down towards her flat belly and started circling her navel in a slow gentle motion.

She abruptly shifted away from me disengaging our kiss.

“Did you get what you wanted form my lips … the ant?” she asked with a smile.

“No, not yet,” I replied, “I think after tasting your lips, it must have gone deeper to lick your tongue.”

“It’s possible, but I have another idea. Supposing it was not a male ant, but a female one then…?” Laxmi’s eyes were twinkling as she too started contributing to this overt sex-play with me. “Then it could have jumped on you when you came close…now I am in a position to predict what any female would want to do with your body.”

“And what would you, I mean the female ant like to do to my body?” I asked encouragingly.

“If I were the female ant, I would have jumped on to your chest, when you held me so tightly from behind after taking off my blouse.” she replied, then added, “Now I will take off your shirt and see that she is not heading to nibble your nipples, for that is what I would certainly do if given a chance.”

With this she moved out of the chair, with a flurry of her dropped pallu showing me her beautiful slim feminine figure. Her behind was flared slightly at the hips. I had a full erection by this time, and she glanced directly at my trouser front while closing in with me.

After she had unbuttoned a couple of my shirt buttons, she inserted her palm inside and started caressing my chest, whilst she murmured, “The female ant must have got excited in the shrubbery here.” Now it was my turn to gasp with excitement as she lightly touched the auriola around my nipples. Her own lips twisted with anticipation as her fingers reached one nipple. I reached down and put my hand over her exposed waist and started caressing it.

At this she looked up at me; her light brown eyes were filled with a simple, pure, unashamed but innocent desire for sex with me; it may sound strange to call the desire for sex ‘innocent’ but that is the only word I can think of for what I saw in her eyes. As she confessed truthfully, she had a more than average sexual urge and she did not find anything amoral in having it satisfied from another woman’s husband in the office, or from ‘any one and any where’, as she put it, for that matter. On my part I too was just like her and whole-heartedly had sexual union with any sex partner who was willing.

“I don’t want to let the ant, if it is a male, enter your sari, while you are busy checking my chest.” I explained.

Distracted, she let go of my nipple and completed unbuttoning my shirt.

“Do you think it will enter my sari?” she asked, when the last button was off.

“You don’t know how very attractive your sexy waist is for a male.” I countered as my hand went further ahead into the folds of her sari. She responded by thursting both her hands on my chest and gripping each of my nipple between the forefinger and thumb of each of her hand. As she did this she raised her face and looked up at me longingly. The next moment we were kissing like mad. This time she opened her mouth and my tongue went into it tasting the salty taste of her mouth. Our tongues met hungrily, twisting and coiling against each other like two snakes making love.

I moved my hands holding her just above the buns and held her tightly pressing her crotch against mine. She too moved closer and pressed her crotch and moved it against my erection. I responded by dipping my hands under her sari at the back and top of her panties and felt the rising slope of her buns.

She disentangled quickly at that.

“Could it have reached there?” she asked with mock fear.

“I must remove your sari to know that.” I answered.

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked.

“Well, if you were my wife, I would have had you fully naked by now. But is it not better to take permission, before undressing another man’s wife?” I said.

“Not when your intention is to catch an ant offending her modesty and on such an occasion you can make her totally naked.” she replied, smiling in that innocent way of hers.

With this I brought my hand to the front of her waist and pulled out the end of sari that was tucked under her petticoat. She twisted around so that I could unwind her sari from her torso. Soon it was lying in a heap on my table.

I ran my hands all around her and checked for the ‘ant’. Lastly, I cupped her buns in my palms and started caressing them.

“What if the female has entered your trousers…?” she asked. And without my permission, put her hand on my trouser belt.

“Hey, you are going ahead of me. That is not fair.” I said.

“How do you mean ahead?” she asked.

“See my chest is already bare, if you remove my trousers, I shall have only my shorts on me. Whereas you still have bra on and a petticoat above your panties.”

“Okay, then don’t waste time. Otherwise the ant will accomplish what it wants before you even reach there.” she said smiling naughtily.

I started reaching for the cords of her petticoat, but she held my hand and said, “First make me like you… bare-chested and check it all.”

“Fair enough.” I said and turning her around reached for the clasp at the back of her bra. But at the last minute I changed my mind and hugging her from behind placed my hands on the cords of her peticoat again and said,

“Laxmi, a sexy woman usually matches her bra with the panty, should they not be viewed together? Let me open your peticoat first.” I had started feeling her thighs with my hands as I said this. I could feel the smooth skin all over the front and back of her thighs through the thin silk fabric of her peticoat. But I was unable to trace the edge of her panty through the fabric! Was she not wearing a panty? Hurriedly I felt all over again, but no panty inside.

“Now I realize you are the expert in undressing females, only a man with lots of experience with women will know how we dress underneath” she surrendered, “do as you think fit; but catch the insect before it finds my p…”

“Actually, I think I shall change my mind and go for the bra clasp first…” I started saying, but she interrupted with a short laugh and said,

“What you are thinking is wrong, do open my petticoat first, you will get a surprise.”

Now I did not want to see her lower half naked before taking off her bra. I enjoy foreplay and wanted to arouse her before making her nude for a full-fledged session. But since she had guessed my thoughts and still wanted me to go ahead, I decided to do it her way. After all she was as much, if not more, experienced in these matters as I was.

Part 2

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March 25, 2010

Erotic Hot Stories – Shopping with Maria

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It was early in the afternoon as I strode in to your kitchen with my empty cup. There you were, bending low, stacking dirty plates into the dishwasher. That ass sticking out provocatively….. so temptingly. But, just as a raise my hand to give it a playful slap you quickly stand upright. “Oh No Stan!” you chuckle, “No time for that! You owe me! So get your American Excuse Card primed ready. We’re going shopping and you’re paying!”

I gulp. Prising my wallet out of my back-pocket ain’t easy. What debt did I owe? What was this money for? I was a little confused. But you’re already slipping on your jacket, the keys to your Subaru dangling from your hand.

“Come on Stan! Get your leather jacket on! Remember that night you crept into my bedroom with your sharp knife and cut my nightie off me? Well…… you owe me for that nightie……. And I need recompense!”

Ooooeps! I had forgotten that! Yes….. I did owe you the cost of a new nightie. Didn’t I? I grabbed my leather jacket and quickly followed you out of the door.

“But Maria……….. can I drive?”

With maybe just a little apprehension you toss me the keys and I stride over to your car and climb behind the wheel as you climb into the passenger seat. “Don’t forget your seat-belt Maria,” I warn. I’m not sure if they’re a legal requirement in Pittsburgh but they are back home in Britain. My fingers brush against yours as we both fit our seat-belts and a little tingle of excitement rushes up my arm. I smile…. I do that a lot when I’m in your company.

I familiarise myself as regards where all the switches and dials all are and turn the key. The engine bursts into life and, after a little fiddle put the car into ‘Reverse’. A touch of ‘gas’ and the vehicle swings off your drive and into the highway. Mebbe just a little over-zealous with the brakes. Ooooeps! Sorry! Beginning to wish you hadn’t let me drive now. Too late! Selecting ‘Drive’ and we’re off! Just keep reminding me, as we leave Dorothy Avenue…….. that we’re supposed to be on the right side of the road here!

Following your directions we make good progress and despite a little error here and there I once more get the hang of driving on the right. Those unfamiliar road-markings took a little getting used to and your traffic lights are kinda tiny.

Quite soon we swung into the parking lot of the shopping mall and drove into a vacant bay. I’m sure I saw you wince as I swung your pride and joy in…. but don’t panic! The paintwork is still intact! Honestly!!

As your finding your purse and getting your thoughts together I quickly get out and am able to walk around to open your door. Chivalry? Or just an excuse to take your arm as you slide out of the seat to give you a warm kiss on the lips before slamming the car door shut and holding your hand as we stroll towards the door of the store. As the door swishes open automatically I release your hand but no…. you stop and turn to me.

“Oh no Stan,” you say quite sternly, “You’re not staying out here on the sidewalk whilst I shop! You’re coming in here with me to help me select something nice! Come on!”

And with that you grasp my hand and pull me inside the store!!

Oh heck! Clothes shopping with no avenue of retreat!! HELP!!

This is where men abandon all hope. We have to stay close to the woman we’re with. If anyone sees us loitering alone amidst rails of lacy garments we’re labeled perverts! But….. if we stand too close to our girls……. We get asked for our opinion! It’s a no-win situation! But….. faint hearts never win fair maidens so I follow you as you select a garment or two and…… as you stroll over to the changing rooms to try on your selection I’m more than happy to take a nearby seat and glance at a magazine thankful that at least no-one in the store will recognise me.

“Psssst!”

I glance up from my magazine and from behind the curtain of the changing room see your smiling face. “Psssst! Come here Stan! I need your opinion!” you beckon with some urgency.

Oh heck! My doom is guaranteed here! But I follow you through the curtain and into the changing room. There you are in a dress of gold and black, your back towards me as you admire your figure in the full length mirror. And….. I’m admiring your rear too…. the material clinging to your hips and the cheeks of your ass. And then….. just as I anticipated, I get the, “Does my bum look big in this?”

I take a seat in a small chair behind you. What doe I tell you? If I say “Yes,”…. you will pout! If I say “No,” you’ll accuse me of fibbing! Jeez!!

“Marie,” I murmur… “Your bum looks lovely!” Yes Maria… I’ve skirted around the question and I have a big smug grin on my face as I glance back down at my magazine. Only a second or two passes before……

“What about now?”

I glance up from my magazine and…..

JESUS CHRIST!

You have hitched up the material to show me a completely bare ass!!! Your feet move further apart and I can quite clearly see your fingers between your legs, teasing the little lips of your pussy apart. You turn towards me…… that familiar horny expression on your face.

A little whisper on your sweet lips, “Stan! Get your cock out! I want you to fuck me right here! Right Now! Right here in the store!”

And who am I to refuse a lovely woman like you? I can’t help but grin!

I unzip my trousers and tug them together with my boxers down my thighs, my cock already semi-hard with just the suggestion of a hot, fast shag outside of the bedroom. Well that……. and the sight of that sexy gold and black number clinging to your shapely curves. Your body always excites me Maria and……….. well……. my cock has a little eye all of its own. He can see your hot, horny curves too.

You take that step towards me bending down to arrive at my feet on your knees and with just a little lick to wet your lips, you take the head of my cock between your lips as your fingers grasp me cock around the base. Oh God! That’s nice! I lean back in the chair as with just a small movement of your shoulders my cock is completely enveloped inside your warm mouth. My hands in your hair as if you pull you onto my quickly stiffening cock but…… an unnecessary action for you know EXACTLY what I like. Sucking me in deep – before withdrawing to tease my helmet with your tongue. Blowing cool air on my balls before engulfing me again! What can I do? I need to do nothing but enjoy the sensation. My cock becomes solid…. eager….. even a little angry! God! You’re good at this!!

Eagerly I pull you up, my hands grasping at you to guide your face to mine. A hurried but full-on kiss as my other hand pushes your thighs apart to straddle me.

You laugh quietly, “Stan my darling! Now you’re the eager one!” But am I the only eager one here Maria? Already your fingers are guiding my urgent cock between your waiting pussy-lips. So briefly I feel your heated sex against my helmet before, with a small movement of your hips, my hot cock is enveloped completely inside your heated folds.

Your arms encircle my shoulders as your little pussy-muscles squeeze me. The tiny straps of the new dress slipping over the curve of your shoulders as your full breasts push against my T-shirt. My hands slip around you to grasp the cheeks of your bare ass as you begin to ride me. Slowly……. Deliberately…. Almost allowing my cock to slip from within you as you rise……. And your eager pussy squeezing me each time I’m buried deep. Our lips meet again….. a torrid, urgent kiss, your lips pressed hard against mine. My tongue slips easily between your lips to tease and taunt your tongue as your gyrations increase their tempo. My cock yearning inside your sweet cavern. Faster….. I groan again “Hush,” you warn…. “Else the sales assistant will hear us!”

You’re right of course but……. I want that release as I cum deep inside you. I want that explosive orgasm I always achieve with you. But…. I also want to hear your soft moans as you orgasm. I want to feel that pussy clenching wildly around my cock..

“Faster my darling,” I whisper… “Faster!”

Those nails raking against me as you lose control. And I know deep inside that you won’t achieve that ultimate explosion in this position. As your orgasm slows I slap your ass-cheek perhaps a little harder than I should. “Lift up Maria honey! Kneel! I want you to take you from behind!” an urgent agenda in my voice, “Kneel down so I can ram it into you doggy-style! NOW!!”

You need so second bidding and swiftly you move to the floor, the globes of your ass up in the air as I kneel behind you. Facing that full-length mirror, my eager hands guiding my stiff, hard cock. A push with my hips as I grasp your buttocks. I gasp as my cock pushes deep inside you. A little murmur escapes from your lips as I ram home. That’s when I notice her. I’m sure it’s her; the sales assistant who was standing behind the counter when we came into the store earlier. Her face just visible around the side of the dark curtain. But I’m past caring. She can call security if she likes. I’m buried deep inside a tight, wet pussy and there’s only one thing on my mind. I withdraw until just the head of my cock penetrates you……. And then pull your willing body back onto my slow thrust. Oh God. My eyes close as that sweet restriction grasps at my shaft and releases me for the next withdrawal…… and push. I open my eyes and glance back at the modesty-curtain. She’s still there….. watching….. listening as I fuck you deep.

She hasn’t noticed that she’s been seen though……. As I begin that slow rhythm…. Easing my thick, hard cock in and out of your slick sheath. ….. I can see her…. watching us.

I just grab you tighter, upping that seductive tempo. Feeling those sweet muscles squeezing me as I slide in and out. My cock sticky with your cream as I withdraw before plunging deep inside again. My belly slapping against your ass-cheeks. But I don’t care…… and our audience doesn’t seem to care either. She’s watching…… watching my cock disappear inside you. Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips. She’s a good-looking girl but… my rampant cock is already buried inside another good-looking girl! YOU!

My thrusts get faster! The knowledge of this good-looking woman watching us thrilling me still further and your pussy already clenching and squeezing my shaft already taking me to the edge of my self-control! I can feel my balls tighten. Yes… I’m close… and… Judging by your breathing… You’re close too!

The rough carpet digging into my knees as I thrust harder….. my fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as I pull you back. Thrusting savagely into your wetness. She’s still watching and I can see the curtain moving slightly. I think she’s rubbing herself as she watches. Watching us make out with an urgency. I try to subdue that low growl. But your whispered murmurs and tight, grasping pussy proves to be too much for me! My thigh muscles tighten and my balls tense! That’s it!! I can’t hold back no more! “Arghhh FUCK!” My angry cock leaps inside you as it spits its load into your heated pussy! Burying myself as deep as I can be, my balls pushed against your hot slit! “Arghhh YESS!” Again, uncontrollable.. My balls pumping…… My seed squirting deep.. Flooding your pink secret… Once more!! My eyes tightly closed as that urges wracks through my very soul! Splashing Aching Needing!!! Your pussy muscles clenching at my spewing cock!! I begin to thrust once more…….just to ensure you complete your orgasm….. slowing as your little eruption subsides. Spent. Done! Satisfied. Complete.

That tenderness returns…… my knees actually hurt. I lean back… My cock already subsiding as it slips from your hot pussy. I lean over to kiss each of your buttocks in turn….. my beard tickling your sensitive skin. I stand and retrieve my clothes noticing that our secret observer has gone.

“Come on Maria,” I whisper kinda breathlessly….. “Time we were gone!” As you slip out of that dress I readjust my trousers….. making sure I’m zipped securely and step out through the curtain hiding my still evident bulge with the magazine.

What ya gonna do now Maria? Will you leave the dress in the changing room? Or do a Monica Lewinsky and keep the dress as evidence? And……… whatever you decide….. it seems I’m still liable for the cost!!

END

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March 24, 2010

Erotic Hot Stories – Learning from a Teacher

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The dark holds him close, like a lover maybe, he thought with a grin. The dark is his friend, his protection. It is a summer night. There is no moon. The stars twinkle above him as he waits in his hiding place.

His name is Jimmy. He is an eighteen year old senior at Hay Long High. He is hidden, waiting as he has before, waiting for Mrs. Johnson to appear.

Jimmy is an athletic kid. A little over six feet tall with a strong body from playing basketball at school and on any playground where he could find a game. His brown hair is cut close, his brown eyes reflective of intelligence and a sense of humor. Tonight he’s wearing jeans, some old basketball shoes, no socks, and his favorite t-shirt. The t-shirt is black with a great abstract design on the front. J.C.Q., it says, for John Coltrane Quartet, his father told him. His father had picked it up on a trip into the City, a shop in Soho. Jimmy liked the t-shirt but knew little about J.C.Q. He thought they were a band similar to the Dave Matthews Band.

Jimmy is patient while he waits. The binoculars hanging around his neck are ready, willing partners in a special experience.

Mrs. Johnson usually comes down to her family room around 9:00 p.m. She is always alone. He had found her to be a pretty predictable person.

Jimmy knows a lot about Mrs. Johnson. She teaches English at his high school. She is divorced. She lives alone. Her only child, her son, Alex, is away being a freshman at Ohio State. Jimmy and Alex had played varsity basketball together last year. They had been good friends. I suppose we still are, thought Jimmy. Jimmy guessed Mrs. Johnson to be a little less than forty years old. Close, maybe. She has brown hair cut short, and brown eyes much like his own. She works out. Jimmy has watched her working out at the local YMCA. She usually runs on a treadmill for twenty or thirty minutes then goes through the Nautilus machines hard. In fact, it was at the YMCA where Jimmy first started taking an interest in Mrs. Johnson. He had been in and out of the Johnson home for years as he and Alex grew up moving from playground to playground for pick-up basketball games.

Mrs. Johnson had always been nice when she’d seen him but Jimmy really hadn’t taken much notice of her. But in the gym it had been different. Mrs. Johnson worked out hard, pushing herself. Jimmy liked that. Jimmy also liked the look of her frame. Her legs are strong, firm, shaped, her ass tight and just right, a high jumper’s ass, her middle tapered, flat, her shoulders perfect in a strong yet feminine way, her breasts not too large but having a fullness that he could really get into. And her pubic hair is dark brown and untrimmed. Jimmy hadn’t seen her pubic hair at the gym, but he knew about it. He had seen it many times when she came down to the family room alone in her white cloth robe.

Jimmy had come to recognize that Mrs. Johnson plays on the internet.

Most nights after 9:00 p.m. or so she comes downstairs to the family room wearing only her white robe. She sits in front of the computer reading then typing, reading then typing, reading then typing. Sometimes, most times lately, she eventually opens the robe and plays with herself. And Jimmy watches through his father’s expensive binoculars.

But tonight Jimmy hoped things might be a bit different. Tonight it was actually nearly 9:15 when she came down the stairs and into the family room. As always she is wearing the white robe. There are monogrammed initials on the sleeve, maybe from a hotel or something, but Jimmy can’t quite read what they are. She is carrying a mug of something to drink, tea or coffee, perhaps. As she walks by the computer on the desk, she turned it on, continuing to walk past it to the table with the lit lamp.

She dims the light and turns. In her turn, Jimmy catches a glimmer of her leg moving through the front of the robe. Her tanned smooth leg makes him remember her working out. Jimmy has actually stood behind Mrs. Johnson in the gym while she did squats with weights. He watched her ass move back and down, dipping low before powering the bar up. Jimmy watched in the gym and he remembered seeing that same ass here in her family room. That same nice ass, naked, straining, moving seductively while her fingers worked between her legs.

Tonight Mrs. Johnson clicked through various places on her computer. Jimmy could see the screen shift and pause to change. He is thankful for the lamp by the couch. Without it the dim blue light from the computer would only give him shapes and shadows to see. The lamp cast an amber light on Mrs. Johnson where she sat.

Jimmy guessed that she usually ended up in some sort of chat room on the internet. He had seen a few of those but not spent enough time to really discover how to use them. Tonight she seemed to find what she wanted pretty quickly. Maybe it’s just that she got a late start, he thought.

Mrs. Johnson sipped from her mug and appeared to be reading. She sat the mug down and began to type. Jimmy watched her fingers move gracefully over the keyboard. He looked at the shape of her neck rising out of the pillow of the robe’s collar. She wore no earrings, no jewelry that he could see. She must have just taken a bath, he was thinking.

It’s starting, he said to himself. He watched her hand now free of the mug move into the top of the robe. She is caressing her breasts, he could see. Her hand moves back and forth giving each breast equal time, equal arousal, equal touching.

Mrs. Johnson moved away from the computer, surprising Jimmy. This is new. She sits on the couch and reaches for the phone. She dials, waits, and begins to talk. He sees her smiling, appearing to be whispering in spite of no one else being in the house. Then he sees her hand move into the front of the robe at her waist. Her hand moves downward. And then he knows she is touching her pussy. She has to be, he thinks.

Her left leg moves up, her foot to the coffee table, and he can see her hand pressing into her. Her fingers are flat, moving slowly over her clit. Her untrimmed full pubic hair bunches around her fingers.

She is still talking on the phone. Her head is back against the couch, her eyes closed. Jimmy sees her middle finger push inside her to gather moisture before it returns to her clit. Her hand moves up from her pussy and pushes back the robe from her breasts before slowly circling each nipple with her wet finger. Then it’s back to her pussy, rubbing more urgently, faster, harder.

Jimmy’s nerves were challenging him. If you ever, he told himself, if you ever. No one had to tell him, no one had to be there to coach him or push him. He knew.

Jimmy rose from his hiding place and began to walk toward the front door of Mrs. Johnson’s house.

Jimmy finishes knocking a second series of taps and begins to wonder if she will come to the door. His hand rises to knock one last time when a light comes on in the vestibule. Mrs. Johnson, holding her white robe closed at her breast, peeps through the glass window beside the front door.

“Jimmy?” he hears her say.

“Yes, Mrs. Johnson,” he calls back trying to smile.

The dead bolt lock clicks and she pulls the door open with a quizzical look on her face.

“Jimmy,” she says, “What is it?”

“May I come in, Mrs. Johnson?” Jimmy asks

“It’s late, Jimmy,” she answers, “and I just got out of the bath.”

“I won’t take but just a minute,” he smiles.

She steps back offering him passage inside. He steps through the door with a sense of achievement. He smells the faint smell of soap, shampoo, and sex. Or maybe, he thinks to himself, the sex smell is a vanilla candle or something. Jimmy hadn’t smelled the smell of a woman’s sex enough to really recognize it with certainty.

Mrs. Johnson stands with her robe pulled tightly together obviously trying to figure why Jimmy would be on her doorstep at such a late hour.

“I talked with Alex by phone today,” he began. “He sounds like he’s having fun at State. Anyway, he mentioned some music, a few CDs, he’d let me borrow. You mind if I go up to his room and get them, Mrs. Johnson?”

“You came here to get some CDs?” she almost smiles.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he responds with his best bullshit look.

“Okay, come on.” And with that she starts up the stairs, that nice ass working in naked bliss under the well-washed white robe.

Jimmy followed but not too closely. He wanted to be able to see that ass moving.

In the upstairs hall, Mrs. Johnson stops at Alex’s old bedroom door. She steps back wordlessly and watches as Jimmy steps inside. The room was already lit. Alex’s old brass double bed stood between the door and the bookshelves under the window. Guessing, Jimmy moves to the bookshelves and begin to search through the CDs. While he looks he tries to ad lib his next move. Just leave, he wondered? Try to talk with her maybe?

“Jimmy?” Mrs. Johnson says from the doorway.

He turns to see her staring at him.

“Why do you have those binoculars around your neck?” she asks quietly.

“Oh, these,” he smiles. Oh, shit, he thinks. “They’re for, ah, comets, shooting stars. Supposed to be a lot of them tonight.”

“Do you watch them from your knees?” she asks evenly.

“Ma’am?”

“From your knees, Jimmy,” she continues. “The knees of your jeans are muddy. You’ve been kneeling somewhere. The mud is wet so it wasn’t long ago.”

Jimmy looked down at his pants wondering if all mothers went to some secret agent school of interrogation and analysis.

“Jimmy,” Mrs. Johnson says firmly but still quietly. “Have you been looking in my windows at me?”

He doesn’t answer.

“Jimmy?” she presses.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He knew nothing else to say.

Jimmy is frozen kneeling beside the bookcase in Alex’s room. Mrs. Johnson has fixed him with her schoolteacher stare. What seems like an eternity to Jimmy is unfolding. She must be thinking about the police, my parents, the CIA, he tells himself.

“Jimmy,” she began, “I know your reputation around school. Kids say they know nothing about you. Even the girls you date say you don’t really tell them anything. I’ve heard all that.”

He only nods. Privacy is important, he thought.

“So,” she continues, “my hunch is that you’ve told no one about watching me. Have you?”

“No, Ma’am,” he admits.

Mrs. Johnson leans back against the door and sighs.

“Did you like what you saw, Jimmy?” she almost whispers.

Jimmy only nods his head, yes. He is afraid to speak.

“If I were to let you see more, do more, could I count on you to keep it to yourself, not tell anyone?” she asks.

Yes, again he nods.

“I’ll show you, Jimmy,” she whispers, “but you can’t touch unless I ask you to. Understood?”

Again, a nod, yes.

“But I don’t know you well enough to trust you not to touch me,” she says hurriedly, “so one condition.”

His eyebrows ask the question.

“You have to stretch out on the bed,” she says, “and let me tie you down to make sure you won’t touch without permission. Then I’ll show you more, maybe do more, than you could ever have seen through my window. Agreed?”

It was a no brainer thought Jimmy as he moved to lie down on Alex’s brass bed. Mrs. Johnson turned and left the doorway. She was back before he could make sure he wasn’t getting the bedcovers dirty. She had four men’s neckties.

She stands at the foot of the bed, the robe fitting her more loosely now, showing the cleavage he had seen in the gym. She smiles at him. “Ready?” she asks.

“Yes,” is his weak reply.

Mrs. Johnson begins tying his ankles with the men’s neckties, securing each one to the brass footboard. She moves up to lean over him, beginning to secure his wrists the same way. He could smell her well now. The smell of soap and gentle perfume. She finishes and stands surveying him, convincing herself that he is secure.

He looks up trying to anticipate the next move. Would she drop the robe for him? But she walks back out the bedroom door and is gone without a word.

When she comes back, she has a few things with her. He sees a pair of scissors and a Polaroid camera. And he knows that he may have made a error in judgment.

Mrs. Johnson looks down at Jimmy and smiles. “It’s time for some fun, Jimmy,” she almost coos. “And by the way, Alex hasn’t been at school for about a month now. He’s in Europe.”

Mrs. Johnson drops her robe to the floor and picks up the scissors.

Mrs. Johnson stands naked at the end of the bed. She has the scissors in her hand. She begins to wordlessly cut the shoelaces from Jimmy’s shoes. Jimmy looks at her without thought to his situation. Her breasts are nicer than he had thought looking through the window. Her shoulders are indeed strong, her middle slightly wash-boarded with muscle. She is beautiful, he tells himself.

She has the laces out of both his shoes. The shoes are pulled off his sockless feet and thrown toward the wall.

“My name is Judy,” she says. “And I don’t want you to speak. Agreed?”

Jimmy nods, yes.

Judy begins to cut a path up the side of his jeans pant leg. Jimmy can feel the underside working parts of the scissors. Judy works fast but he still feels safe. His jeans are cut off and gone collected in a pile in the floor. She moves up to his t-shirt and begins the same cut-away procedure. He gives no thought to his favorite t-shirt dying this defamed death. He could only watch this beautiful naked woman as she works.

His cock has already risen to the moment when Judy arrives at his briefs. She lays her hand on him testing his hardness before snipping away his underwear with the scissors. Her hand takes his cock testing it again, stroking it slowly before she steps away from the bed and picks up the camera.

She begins snapping away, taking pictures as she walked around the room to get different angles and distances. “These pictures are going in a safety deposit box at the bank,” she says. “If you ever, if you EVER tell anyone anything about tonight, these pictures come out in the open. You had better understand me.” Jimmy nods, yes, with real conviction. She puts the camera down and leaves the room to put the pictures in a safe place.

She comes back quietly. Jimmy’s cock is still standing straight in the air, throbbing, weaving around as if to find a lover or Jimmy’s hand. Judy walks to the side of the bed and slowly begins to crawl up and over Jimmy.

“You are going to please me,” she murmurs, “and you are going to do it well.”

Jimmy watches her pussy, excited to be seeing it so close. Her hips rise above his chest. She rests her weight on one knee and steps across him to plant a foot on the bed. She takes his head in her hand, holding him by his hair, and pushes her pussy hard into his face. Instinctively Jimmy sticks out his tongue and tries to lick but Judy is using him to fuck herself, not relying on him to know how or accomplish anything. She is already very wet. Her wetness passes to Jimmy’s face wetting him. His nose brushes against her clit and makes her jump but she keeps humping him, fucking his face for all she is worth. He has no technical clue but he senses that she is cumming. Her body begins to shiver and tense until finally she grabs his head with both hands pulling him hard against her spasming lips. He pushes his tongue out as far as he can in hopes of pleasing her and catching any of her essence. She slowly pushes his head back to the bed and settles down on him, resting. He can barely breathe but who would complain?

Judy seems to rouse out of a sleep beginning to move. She moves up toward the head of the bed a little higher on his face. He thinks for a moment she is getting off him but then he hears her say, “Lick my asshole now. Do it.” And he does, tasting the wetness from her pussy spread over her puckered ass. He pushes his tongue hard toward her, the tip getting just inside her ring.

Without a word, Judy eases off him. “Good boy,” she whispers.

She turns and straddles his face. He thinks she intends to take his cock in her mouth but he feels nothing happening down there.

“Look at my pussy,” she says to him. “Is this the pussy you’ve been wanting to see? Look at it. She is almost shouting now.

He can feel her hot breath on his cock, his balls, his legs. She isn’t touching him only blowing on him first with heated breath then with cooling air. Her pussy is right in his face just out of reach. Its lips are swollen and thick. Her hair matted with her cum and his spit. Her asshole shining from the same mixture.

Jimmy could feel his cock lurching, jerking. He had no control over it. Judy quickly steps over him taking away her pussy. She gracefully settles between his spread legs looking up to him. She alternates watching his eyes and his jumping untouched cock. With a grin she dips her head low and runs her tongue over his balls. That is all it takes. His cock begins to shoot cum up in an arch across his belly, the first splat landing on his chest, others, many others, following to build dripping puddles on his stomach.

Judy moves up the bed slowly running her fingers through his cum. She holds her fingers to his lips and begins to spread the hot salty liquid over his face and tongue.

“You are a good boy,” she smiles. “But tomorrow is a school day. We both need some sleep. Session over.”

He starts to say something to object but her glare stops him. He can only hope there will be other lessons.

THE END

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