summary: frank castle doesn’t beg, and he certainly doesn’t cry. for you, he might.
warnings: language, so much language. mentions of canon-typical violence.and angst. this is one big ol’ emotional sucker punch.
has this been proof read? no. enjoy.
-jazz xx
Sometimes it felt like Frank Castle kept your heart in a glass case.
He had it there, just to look at. He was scared to go near it and consequently, the man protected it with his entire life.Stood beside you 24/7 with a gun in his left fist, free hand gripping yours. There were seven wonders in the world, and to Frank, you were the eighth. Maybe a little more corrupt and short-tempered than Alexandria or Rhodes but hell, you were a beauty nonetheless. The way you walked the lines between holding your morals and holding your own was something The Punisher had never quite managed to grasp himself.
So, he had your heart in that glass case.
And sometimes he took a hammer to it.
Smashed it to pieces; left your most vital organ damaged on the floor, splintered by shards of glass and pulsing justenough to keep you alive. He always picked it up and repaired the best he could but after ten or twenty or even thirty fucking beatings, it wasn’t the same as it used to be. It didn’t beat quite like it used to. Didn’t feelthe same way it used to.
This was gold! And you got Frank’s Speech pattern down to a science! Not many can get that down pat. Unlike @foggywells who is amazing next to @kteague.
Absolutely amazing and inspirational as I am working on a series, so this helps me get his speech pattern down a bit better for me.
ok but like when did self-sacrifice become synonymous with death? writers seem to have forgotten that people can make personal sacrifices for the greater good without giving their lives. plots about self-sacrifice and selflessness don’t always have to end in death. suffering doesn’t have to be mourning. you can create drama and emotional depth on your show without killing everyone. learn to explore the meaning of living rather than dying
Death. Is. NOT. The. Only. Way. To. Advance. The. Narrative.
Fun things to sacrifice for your loved ones in your free time that don’t include death and actually set up for a whole new season of high level drama:
- humanity (mostly applicable to sci-fi/supernatural genre) - memories (mostly applicable to sci-fi/supernatural genre) - love for that special someone (mostly applicable to sci-fi/supernatural genre) - emotions (mostly applicable to sci-fi/supernatural genre) - rank/position/ - yourself/your brain/your skills (give yourself over to bad guys and become their brainwashed agent so your loved ones live) - years of bloody ruthless traditions to make way for peace (hi lexa and fuck jroth tbh) - freedom (includes that of speech/mind/will) - your grandpa’s fortune - hell even material possessions have that girl sacrifice her goddamn house so they can pay off her gf’s student loans or whatever juST STOP KILLING CHARACTERS TO FURTHER YOUR PLOT
Other things to sacrifice:
- your most sought-after goal
- a strongly-held belief or conviction
- your own chance at happiness
other fun things to sacrifice:
-a finger -an eye -10-20 years of your life -some of your vitality or dexterity -your ability to magically see in the dark -your proficiency in battle axes -your good looks -your memory of the man who killed your wife -everything but your head
Like, Everthing you don’t wanna do but have to do can be a sacrifice
Here’s the original thread on twitter, but as someone who has done a lot (a lot a lot) of anonymous fic prompts, I’ve had this happen to me and it absolutely feels exploitative and uncomfortable.
Transcription:
Slide 1: What is fetish mining? The act of soliciting fetish content from somebody without them knowing the true purpose, and without their informed consent.
Slide 2: How to spot fetish mining.
Are you selling something online? “Can you send me a photo wearing that PVC skirt?”
anonymous asks or question boxes? “What color socks are you wearing?
help with a charity project? “Can you write hashtag Ten Thousand Toes on your feet for charity?”
Slide 3: Signs to watch out for.
They are persistent and fixated, asking the same question over and over again.
Their account tries to masquerade as anunthreateningperson - usually as a young girl.
They may try to pose it as a “random”or “spontaneous” topic.
They thrive on plausible deniability. Trust your gut - if it feels weird, their intentions may be malicious.
Slide 4: People have fetishes. It’s allowed. What’s the problem?
Fetish mining thrives and delights in the knowledge that it preys on unassuming strangers. The people who are targeted cannot give informed consent when participating in the fetish, because they are not informed that the request is fora fetish in the first place. It’s exploitative.
Slide 5: Is this Kink Shaming?
No. People are allowed to have kinks and unusual fetishes. However, if they are looking for content to satisfy their fetish, it is completely wrong to manipulate strangers into creating that content for them.
Slide 6: This slide features testimonies from victims of fetish mining. Names and profile pictures have been blurred out for anonymity.
Testimony 1: Constantly being asked for different poses on depop items Testimony 2: I had someone on twitter asking if I had any more photos of me wearing dungarees. [impatient huffing emoji] Testimony 3: I got an offer for some free shoes if I sent a photo of me wearing them. Testimony 4: 13 YT [YouTube]. Foot drawing competition. Loads of youngsters entered. Me too. Scary looking back.
Call me Ben, I am 21 years old and I am an atheist transgender woman living in a country where its a big sin to be homosexual or transgeder. The sentence is 14 years imprisonment if caught or reported with evidence.
I have been living an undercover life for four years now, my family are extremely religious and wouldn’t let it slide if they get to know about me. My uncle suspected me once, he told my parents and they promised to hand me to the Feds if the suspicions a true. My mom (who is lenient)promised to send me to corrective therapy and never allowed access to the outside world until I’m sane (they see my originality as insanity).
I can’t keep this cover up for much longer, already I’m raising eyebrows and so many are watching my every step. I’m scared, and all I ask Is be what I want in a safe environment. I don’t want to face 14years jail term nor want to be looked up in a corrective therapy.
I’m calling on the LGBTQ.
I want to move out to a neighbouring country where Its not a crime to be who/what you want to be.
The money is to cover my travel expenses and living expenses until I reach a place where I can create my own income.
So many of y'all love to call yourselves trans allies until you see a trans woman who doesn’t pass. You know how many trans women I’ve seen labelled as “cringe” and like. Bullied online just for being themselves??? Allying yourself with trans women is great, but include the ones that don’t pass.
And yes, this includes trans women who don’t pass for any reason, including that they might not want to. There are a thousand reasons why a trans woman might be more masc, and it’s literally none of your business. Trans women can be GNC just like cis people can.
“hookup culture is bad” okay thats a fair take lets see your reasoning though
“because you never have romance or intimacy and only have sex” okay so youre just a piece of shit okay i see goodnight
how come you guys can get your heads around romance without sex but cant get it around sex without romance? why is one inherently toxic? why do you see one as pure and one as unholy? is it, perhaps, sex negativity? the thing you claim not to hold?
[ID: Ten graphics with a variation of the trans man pride flags, along with a heart shaped aromantic flag, asexual flag, gay flag, bisexual flag, straight flag, polysexual flag, pansexual flag, omnisexual flag, polyamory flag and queer flag. The graphics says, in order: Support aro trans boys, support ace trans boys, support gay trans boys, support bi trans boys, support straight trans boys, support ply trans boys, support pan trans boys, support polyam trans boys and support queer trans boys. End ID]
I don’t think I’ve ever seen any positivity posts about straight trans people. So, here you go! Straight trans people are extremely valid, and are a wonderful part of the queer/lgbtq+ community! Y'all rock! ❤
I am so sorry that at some point in your young and vulnerable life, you were taught that certain bodies made people less deserving of food, of comfort, of human indulgence. I am especially sorry to those of you who learned that lesson while inhabiting those bodies. You deserve to eat, You all deserve to eat. And you deserve to have food that you enjoy.
1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? 2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have? 3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? 4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient? 5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered? 6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? 7. What was the economic status of their family? 8. How does your character feel about religion? 9. What about political beliefs? 10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? 11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? 12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? 13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? 14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? 15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? 16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike? 17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When? 18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? 19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? 20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced? 21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? 22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? 23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex? 24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? 25. What are their hobbies and interests? 26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance? 27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality? 28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice? 29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling? 30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? 31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate? 32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? 33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous? 35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures? 36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering? 37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? 38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic? 39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? 40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? 41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony? 42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? 43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back? 44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? 45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic? 46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body? 47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible? 48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? 49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? 50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?
My Vent and Circus of Values 3D prints came in the mail today! Awesome work done by @ arcanedesigning on instagram. I did a quick digital drawing of the little sister’s eyes and printed that out for the vent—hopefully in the summer I’ll have time to rig up some LEDs and maybe a sound board for the vending machine.
So we’ve established that Yautja are space-cats, yes? And you know how humans have stripes that wecan’t see, but apparently our cats can?
What if yautia can see our stripes???
FHAJFJKCKFJ How dare you make me feel things-
I’m going to take a crack at this one, too, since I’ve seen it floating around for a while and wrote something up. I might as well share my attempt.
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Kaj’de clicked his tusks together as he examined the skin bared to him for the first time. The skin was soft and smooth, unlike his rough hide. There wasn’t a single area where rich tawny swirls neglected to decorate, the pattern of swirls and waves like that of a nebula. The pattern burst from his mate’s mammaries and her belly and spread out. Some of it was mere splattering, like mud had been sprayed on the skin in haste, on her thighs and arms.
Before she had removed her clothing, he hadn’t known that oomans have patterns like Yautja do. His deep curiosity to learn new things drove him to gently trace the patterns with the blunts of his claws, her skin pebbling beneath his touch. She leaned into his touch ever so slightly in his exploring.
Her apparent approval made him purr with pleasure. Weeks of courting her had finally paid off.
Khaj’de had watched from afar in the ship’s kehrite as she watched her sponsor train. She was a tiny creature and fragile, but she watched with laser focus, perhaps in an attempt to learn how to fight. A few days later and there she was, going through the motions of the basic forms with her sponsor.
Towards the end of the match, he watched as they wrestled. She lost quickly but continued to fight, her blunt nails clawing at any skin she could find. Seeing her become so savage was a massive turn on. Now, here he was, exploring her body for the first time.
They had come together at last. With her approval, she was now his mate.
He felt like the luckiest Yautja on the clan ship. His mate had beautiful patterns that swirled and splattered across her body. There was only one thing that puzzled him, however.
“What do you mean I have patterns on my skin?” She observed her nude form as he traced the tawny patterns.
“There are swirls of brown that decorate your skin, mate. You mean to tell me that you cannot see them like I?”
The little female glanced at her body, nodding her head quickly, “Humans don’t have patterns.”
He huffed, his tusks clicking together as he continued to trace the patterns that were so clearly there. His claws were especially gentle as he bit back a few expletives.
Oomans did not have the eyesight of Yautja, so of course she wouldn’t see them. They were invisible to her. Unseen to the “naked eye” as he had heard her say once. Quickly, he had deduced that she really did have no clue of their presence.
That realization had his choice of her even better.
She was the only ooman on board, but also his mate, so only he would have unfettered access to seeing them — with her consent of course. Khaj’de could drink them in all day if he could.
Hewanted to. They were…beyond words.
On his next trip to her world, if he got the chance, he would make sure to study the oomans in detail and see if they all had patterns such as hers. He purred, thinking about a hunt for “research purposes”. This was something he had to know. It was driving him wild.
“Your patterns are a’ket’anu, mate. Beautiful. I look forward to seeing them change when you swell with pup.” Khaj’de smirked deviously, his mandibles drawing up on side as he gave her a soft suggestive growl.
The Yautja chuckled in amusement when she covered her face as it turned a delicious red. She was so shy when he talked dirty, but he knew she liked it.
All of the swirls that covered her arms and elbows looked stunning against her already tan skin and dark hair. Oh yes, he would spend as much time as possible exploring her…patterns.
“Khaj’de, your brain will rot with all of that filth in that big head of yours.” His mate giggled, her eyes slight with humor.
Khaj’de sent a silent “thank you” to Paya for placing such a wonderful little female in his path.
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I went a bit overboard, but I think I pulled it off. ^^
Well, here we go, Mark thought as he heard the bathroom door open.
Tessa slowly made her way to the bed on feet sore from a long day at work. She gave her long blonde hair a shake, dislodging a few strands that were caught under the thin straps of her top. Five years married, the sight of her in pajamas still made his heart race. When he smiled at her, she responded with a weary grin of her own.
“Thanks for doing the dishes tonight,” she said as she sat down on the bed. He climbed in next to her and responded, “You’re welcome.” The couple leaned in to share a kiss, and then Mark scooted toward the foot of the bed. “I’m really tired,” Tessa said with a note of apology in her voice, misreading his intentions. “I know – and your feet are sore. That’s why I’m going to give you a foot rub.”
He didn’t miss the glint of suspicion in her eyes, and knew that he might have overdone it by taking her turn with the dishes. There was no helping it now, so he sat down and lifted her right foot into his hand.
She moaned as his practiced fingers went to work. Over the years, he’d learned through trial and error, and knew exactly how to soothe away the pains of her being on her feet all day. He massaged her feet and calves, resisting the urge to let his fingers creep higher as the sexy sounds she made sent blood rushing between his legs.
After a few minutes, he thought, Now or never. He’d taken a big risk, and this was the one place where it could all fall apart.“I was thinking maybe we could hold off on Valentine’s Day dinner.”
Tessa’s half-lidded eyes snapped open and she asked, “What?”
“Hear me out,” he quickly answered while keeping his hands hard at work. “We’re both going to get off pretty late that day. You’d have to come straight home from work and start getting ready. I was thinking that maybe we could have dinner on the weekend instead.”
Her expression softened and she said, “Well, I guess you’re right about that. We barely made it last year. I doubt you could get reservations on such short notice, though.”
“Already taken care of. I figured the worst that could happen is you would say no, and I could cancel the reservation. The table will be waiting for us.”
She shrugged and said, “Okay. I was looking forward to not having to cook, but I guess it’s just a little later.”
“I’ll take care of dinner that night.”
“Mark,” she chuckled. “You can’t cook anything that doesn’t involve a grill, and it’s hardly the weather for that.”
“I didn’t say I was going to cook. I said I’d take care of it.” “I really don’t want take-out on Valentine’s Day.” “No take-out. Just dinner with no cooking, and I’ll do the dishes again. Trust me?” She sighed. “Okay. What brought all this on?” “Just want us to have a perfect day. Really twonow.” “I still think you’re up to something, but I may as well enjoy it in the process.”
He laughed and turned his attention back to her feet. The hard part was over. She would never guess in a million years what he was up to, and when she found out, he knew she wasn’t going to mind in the slightest.
****
“You know, at first, I really didn’t believe there was any chance you would eventually pick this up,” the jeweler said as he emerged from the back room.
“There were times when I wasn’t so sure myself,” Mark said. “Thanks for holding it for me on such small payments.” He picked up the box and opened it.
“You have my wife to thank for that. You won her over.”
Mark looked down at the ring and couldn’t help but smile. He’d asked Tessa’s sister to come with him when he was shopping for an engagement ring. She’d pointed out the one he held in his hand now as one she’d fallen in love with while window shopping. It was far beyond his budget at the time, but he’d found something similar that did the trick.
Now, he could finally give her the real thing.
He snapped the box shut and said, “Thanks again,” as he headed out the door.
With the ring safely locked in his briefcase, he glanced at his watch and nodded in approval. With plenty of time left on his lunch break, he headed for the store.
There was snow in the forecast, so the grocery store was packed and the shelves were emptying fast. Tessa had been working there since she was a teenager and climbed the ladder to assistant manager. It was where they had met, and she was happy there, so he’d never tried to push her to try something else.
“Tessa’s in the break room,” one of the cashiers said as he walked past the registers.
He nodded to her and turned toward the break room stairs. He heard Tessa and another woman laughing as he neared the top.
“Hello, honey. What are you doing here?” she asked when he emerged into the room. “Thought I’d see if you wanted to go have lunch.” “Oh… You should have called. It’s a zoo in here today, so I took an early lunch.” “You’re right. Wasn’t thinking.” He shrugged. “Ah well.” It was a bit of a disappointment, but he had
nobody to blame but himself.
Tessa pointed at the pretty young blonde sitting next to her. “This is Lisa Diamond, the new girl in floral. I told you about her the other night.”
“Hello,” he and Lisa both said at the same time.
“My husband, Mark,” Tessa finished the introduction.
“Tessa says you’re a genius with floral arrangements.”
Lisa blushed. “I wouldn’t say that.”
“I would, and I did,” Tessa disagreed. “I’m not the only one, either.”
Mark chuckled at the deepening color in the young woman’s cheeks and said, “Well, if you’ve already had lunch, I guess I should grab something and get back to the office.”
“I’ll be late. Call-ins. Leftover meatloaf okay tonight?”
“That’s fine.”
She kissed two fingers and then gestured toward him. He made a catching motion, smiled, and headed back down the stairs. Lunch may have been a bust, but finding out she was going to be late would at least give him plenty of time to hide the ring in his man-cave.
He really needed to get back to the grindstone, anyway. There was a lot to do if he didn’t want piled- up work standing in the way of his plan.
****
Mark finished drying off from a shower just in time to hear the phone ring that evening. Remembering that he’d left the bedroom phone on the coffee table, he opened the door and stepped into the hall amidst a billowing cloud of steam. He was hoping that it wasn’t Tessa calling to say that she’d have to close.
Twin gasps greeted him as he turned toward the front room. Frozen for a moment in surprise, he saw his wife staring at him as she reached for the phone. A short distance behind her was Lisa – her eyes and mouth both wide open.
Slapping his hands over his exposed manhood, he scrambled back into the bathroom. The moment his foot hit the tile, he slipped and crashed to the floor with a curse.
Tessa appeared in the doorway as he was trying to pick himself up. “Are you okay?” she laughed. “Real funny,” he groaned as he sat up and grabbed a towel to cover himself. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You are okay, aren’t you?” “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“You’re so cute when you blush. I’ll go get the book I’m lending Lisa and let you know when she’s gone and it’s safe to come out.”
She was still chuckling as she shut the door.
It took a while to get over the embarrassment, but Tessa stopped teasing him before going to warm up dinner, which helped. By the time they were both slipping into bed, he’d almost forgotten about it.
He was more than a little surprised when she reached over to caress his thigh beneath the sheets, considering the long day she’d put in.
“Well, Lisa got an eyeful didn’t she?” Tessa said as her fingers slipped up the leg of his boxers. Mark groaned as his cock stiffened. “Sorry about that.” “I’m not. It got me thinking all sorts of naughty things.”
He responded to her hungry kiss in kind. He’d known she was bisexual since they were dating, but she was picky about women. They’d had a third in the bed twice before they were married, and once since, but it had been years.
Tessa’s hand came to rest over his rock hard cock when she pulled back from the kiss. “I think I’ve seen her looking at me before. She certainly looked like she was into you.”
“So, you think..?” “Mmm… Probably wishful thinking, but we can pretend.”
“Her licking you while I’m fucking you hard,” he said while rubbing her nipple through her nightgown.
“Or maybe the other way around.”
Tessa whipped the covers off him before that enticing thought could fully sink in. By the time it did, she’d already freed his cock and wrapped her lips around him.
They were both a little tired and in need of another shower when the alarm clock went off the next morning.
****
It had been a little nerve-wracking, but he made it through the week with Tessa being none the wiser as to what he had planned. Any number of people could have spoiled the surprise, and he couldn’t get to all of them to ask them not to spill the beans.
Tessa’s cell number came up on his caller-id at work, and he smiled as he picked it up.
“Thank you. The flowers are beautiful. I’m going to have to get someone help me take them to the car.”
“You’re welcome. Happy Valentine’s Day.” “Good move getting Lisa to do the arrangement. The card about made me cry. I love you.” “Love you, too.” “I’ll let you get back to work. I just wanted to say thank you.” “Don’t forget to save room for dinner tonight.” “Can’t wait to see how you’re going to pull that off. Bye.” “Bye.” Things were starting off well. A call a while later confirmed that his aunt Emelia had dinner on schedule, and another call from his
wife brought the good news that she wouldn’t be staying late. Work kept him busy, but when five o’clock rolled around, he didn’t have anything hanging over his head to haunt him later.
Mark pulled into the driveway at almost the exact same moment as his aunt, maintaining the streak of good luck. He helped her bring in the assorted dishes that contained the pasta dinner, which Tessa loved enough to suggest visiting his aunt frequently.
Once the spread was laid out on the table and the candles lit, his aunt gave him a hug and left. Tessa was a couple of minutes early, and barely missed seeing Emelia drive away. He met his wife at the car and took charge of the flowers as he led her to the door.
Tessa moaned the moment she stepped inside and said, “I know that smell.”
He put the flowers down and said, “Dinner is served, m’lady,” while dipping into an exaggerated bow.
His wife giggled and took his hand to lead him into the dining room. “Tell aunt Emelia I said thank you.”
“Already did. Let’s eat.”
Mark was no less fond of his aunt’s cooking than his wife, so the conversation revolved around the meal. The real communication was silent, and delivered in touches, glances, and smiles. He knew he’d hit a home run this year, but she didn’t know that the best was yet to come.
Once they’d eaten their fill – and perhaps a bit more – Mark sat back and blew out a long breath. “Time to get started on the dishes.”
“Just put away the leftovers,” Tessa said. “I’ll help.” “No, I said I’d clean up.” “You can – later. I don’t want to wait any longer to give you your present.”
He was a little surprised by how eager she was. Foregoing her usual care of placing everything in just the right container, she was picking up whatever was close and quickly scooping in food. A few serving bowls even went in with only a topping of cling wrap. He followed her lead even though he knew it was going to drive her crazy later.
He started filling containers with water, because they would be a nightmare to rinse for the
dishwasher later if he didn’t. Tessa said, “Finish up, then come in the front room. No peeking.”
“Okay,” he chuckled as he went about the task. Her excitement was contagious, and he was beginning to feel as anxious to see her surprise as she was to unveil it. With everything soaking, he walked into the front room to find her standing on the other side of the couch.
“Close your eyes and wait there,” Tessa instructed. Giving a shake of his head, he closed his eyes. He could hear her footsteps as she approached. “Okay, open them.”
Mark broke out into a wide grin when he saw the putter she was holding out to him. He’d looked at it numerous times online and in stores, but had never pulled the trigger. His golf game was mediocre at best, and he just couldn’t validate the cost of the high-end club.
That didn’t stop him from wanting it.
“Baby, I love it,” he said as he took it from her.
“I know I hassle you a lot about playing golf, but I also know how much you enjoy it.”
“Maybe I’ll get home a few strokes sooner with this,” he said as he gave the putter a few test swings.
“I can hope,” she said, and then punctuated it with a little laugh.
Mark leaned his gift up against the side of the couch and said, “My turn.” He’d left his suit jacket in the front room for exactly this reason, and retrieved it from the back of the couch.
Tessa’s brow furrowed when she saw the envelope, but she held out her hand and took it.
“Open it,” he said.
She slid out the folded papers inside, and he took the envelope back. Her eyes opened wide the moment she saw what was inside.
“Chicago? This weekend? But…” “Our Valentine’s dinner reservations are at Everest, on the loop.”
She quickly checked the other two pages. “A suite? Four nights? First class tickets?” She looked up and asked, “How can we afford this?”
“Just got these in yesterday,” he said as he pulled a card out of his pocket. This had been the hardest secret to keep.
She needed only a fraction of a second to recognize the change in his business card. “You got the promotion!”
They both laughed as she threw her arms around him and kissed him hard.
“And a bonus. We can’t make this a regular weekend thing, but we can afford it,” he said as their lips parted.
“Oh, I hate asking for this much time off on short notice, but I guess I’ll survive,” she said as she looked at the paperwork again.
“About that…”
Tessa grabbed the paper from him almost as soon as he pulled it out of his pocket. The message from her boss was simple. “Enjoy your vacation.”
“How long have you been planning this?” she asked as she fanned out all the papers in her hand.
“Not nearly long enough. I only found out about the promotion three weeks ago. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to pull it off.”
“Well, you certainly did. I can barely believe this is real. Are you hiding any more surprises in those pockets?”
“Well, there is one more little thing.”
Mark gathered up the paperwork and dropped it to the end table in front of him. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out the jewelry box.
Tessa gasped when she saw it and her hand trembled a little as she accepted it. A whimper accompanied the minuscule creak of the box opening when she saw the diamond ring inside.
“I… I…” she stammered as she glanced back and forth between the ring and his smiling face. “That’s the ring I wish I could have given you when I asked you to marry me.” He pulled the ring out of the box, and she held up her right hand. “The other one is the one you gave me when you proposed, and it’s right where it belongs,” she said.
Mark slipped the ring on her finger, and then they came together in a lingering kiss. Before long, a simple caress of her fingers on the back of his neck started a chain reaction. His hand slipped down to her lower back. Her tongue slipped out to tickle his lips.
Their passion growing hotter by the moment, Tessa’s lips moved to his ear, tickling the lobe. Then she whispered, “I have one more present for you.”
He groaned when her fingertips brushed over his hardness.
“Let me go get ready,” she said, and then quickly spun out of his arms.
“Grab my toothbrush?” he asked as she headed toward the bathroom.
“Come on then. You’d better hurry and be waiting for me – naked.”
She’d already retrieved his toothbrush and toothpaste by the time he caught up with her. The moment he had them in hand, she giggled and shut the door.
He took her hurryto heart and headed straight for the kitchen. After a quick brush, he grabbed a couple of paper towels, moistened them, and snatched up some dry towels as well.
In the bedroom, he sat the towels down on the corner of the nightstand and began to undress. While he was pulling his shirt over his head, he heard Tessa ask, “Are you in the bedroom?”
“Yes.” “Are you naked?” “Not yet.” “Better hurry.”
Mark quickly jerked his pants and underwear down, stepped out of them, and grabbed the towels. After a wash down below, he blotted himself dry, tossed the towels into the trash, and slipped into the bed.
Just in time.
The bathroom door opened and Tessa leaned against the doorframe, wearing a sultry expression. She slid her right hand down her hip, showing off her new heart-adorned bra and panties, as well as her new diamond ring, and then said, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Veryhappy. You look so hot,” he said as she sauntered toward the bed.
Tessa licked her lips and said, “So do you.”
She climbed into the bed from the foot, and then cat-crawled toward him, making his cock throb and dance. As she continued forward, she let first her hair, then her breasts, and then her panties caress his hardness. When she kissed him, it was with a hunger that gave him chills.
“I want to play tonight,” she said in a breathless, husky voice when their lips parted.
“Like what?” He gave her butt a strong squeeze and then kissed her neck.
Tessa moaned and shifted until she could reach her nightstand. He grinned when she withdrew some silky scarves that he recognized. He didn’t resist when she scooted forward to sit on his chest and grabbed his left arm.
They had played this game before, and it took her less than a minute to tie his wrists to the headboard. He was anticipating the trail of kisses down his body when she threw him for a loop and reached into the drawer again. His eyebrows shot up when she withdrew a blindfold.
“Oh boy,” he muttered as she looked down at him with a crooked grin.
She let out a devilish chuckle as she placed the blindfold over his eyes and slid the strap around his head. He felt whooshes of air rustling his hair, and assumed she was waving a hand in front of his face.
“No peeking,” she demanded, and then slipped out of the bed.
For a few heartbeats, he waited in somewhat worried anticipation. He grunted when he felt her tongue wash over the head of his cock.
She chuckled and left him wondering for a few seconds before darting back in for another lick. The mattress sank down next to his hip a moment later and her tongue tickled his balls.
Mark grunted and gasped as she kept it up, never letting him know when the next touch was coming. His cock danced in the air and he pulled at the scarves tying his wrists – but not too hard. They weren’t really that tight, and he didn’t want to accidentally dislodge them.
“You’re driving me crazy, baby,” he growled when she sucked his cockhead between her lips and let it pop out.
“Good,” she purred, and then gave him the longest lap yet – from the root to the tip.
She pulled away again, but then both of her hands settled on the bed and her tongue swirled around the head. She chased it as it bounced and twitched, her hot breath on the saliva-slick tip adding to the sensation.
An explosive growl escaped him when she finally took him in. She sucked about an inch of his throbbing shaft between her lips, her tongue undulating against it as she pulled back to the tip. Then she took him a little deeper, and sucked even harder.
Every few strokes, she would let him slip free with a wet pop, leaving him twitching in the open air before diving back in. Sometimes, she would only lap his balls or tickle the tip, then engulf him a moment later. He began to writhe on the bed, every second a new surprise. When she pressed her lips to his, he kissed her hard.
Then realization hit him.
Even though she was kissing him, his cock was still in a hot mouth. In that same moment, the bittersweet flavor and musky scent of pussy on his wife’s lips made him start in surprise.
Tessa laughed and pulled the blindfold away. The sight of Lisa naked and sucking his cock was a pleasant one indeed. His wife had shed her clothing at some point as well.
“Told you I had another present for you,” Tessa said. Lisa moaned around him as she pulled back to the tip and looked into his eyes.
Tessa slipped into the bed next to her young co-worker and said, “You’ll have to share, though.”
“Not a problem,” he said as the two women engaged in a tongue-wrangling kiss over him.
His wife sat back, looked at him, and caressed Lisa’s breasts. “Doesn’t she have an incredible body?”
“Incredible,” Mark agreed as he took the opportunity to drink in the sight of the younger woman. Her blonde hair was caught up in a ponytail, framing a fresh, young, beautiful face. She had much smaller breasts than his wife, but they were perky and fit her lithe form perfectly. A little patch of curls adorned her mound, leaving her nether lips bare.
Lisa couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off his cock, and his wife noticed. She took the younger woman’s hand and guided it to his manhood. Lisa wrapped her hand around it, and Tessa said, “Suck it.”
“Ah yeah,” Mark sighed as Lisa leaned down and took him in.
The eighteen-year-old knew what she was doing. Mark didn’t even try to hold back the grunts as Lisa took him quick and deep.
“Just like that,” Tessa encouraged her friend. Her hands stroked over Lisa’s back, slipping down frequently to the younger woman’s bottom and into the cleft. She then asked, “Good, baby?”
“Uh huh,” he answered, resisting the urge to lift his hips.
Lisa let him slip from her mouth with a gasp, but Tessa only left him unattended for a fraction of a second. On the very first suck, she took him down to the root.
The younger woman’s eyes widened as Tessa’s lips slid slowly back up his shaft. “Oh my god. How can you get it all?” she asked.
Tessa chuckled when she let his cock pop from between her lips, trailing strands of saliva. “Practice. It took me a while to get used to it.”
His wife gave him a couple more deep sucks, then guided Lisa to join her. Two tongues stretched out toward him simultaneously.
“Fuck yeah,” he said as the two shared him with sloppy licks.
Lisa took him in next, going deeper than before and letting out a croak when he hit her throat. She pulled away to catch her breath, and his wife took him in again. Back and forth they went, licking, sucking, tonguing, and kissing with him between them. Warmth began to build in the head of his cock, steadily increasing and mingling with an itch. His balls tightened as the sensation crept down his shaft.
Tessa moaned the whole time her lips were sliding back up to the tip, and curled her fingers around him as she released him. Lisa slipped her hands between his legs and cradled his balls in her hand as his wife slowly stroked him.
“Close?” Tessa asked, seeing the strain in his expression. He nodded, not trusting his voice. “Should we tease him a little longer?” she asked Lisa. The younger woman giggled and shrugged.
“Or would you rather feel him explode in your mouth now, and then share all that hot cum with me?” That drew a gasp, followed by Lisa biting her lower lip and nodding her head. “Mmm – do it. Make him come.” She didn’t have to ask twice.
Mark let all his inhibitions go, giving in to the pleasure. Tessa kept her hand wrapped around him, stroking with just the right speed and pressure. Lisa sucked and tongued the head, occasionally glancing up at him with excitement in her brown eyes.
“Do it, baby. Come for her. Give her all that hot cum,” his wife encouraged him.
“Almost… Ah, fuck. Here it comes,” he blurted out as he reached the point of no-return.
Tessa’s hand paused and squeezed, holding him back for a single heartbeat, and then he erupted into Lisa’s hot young mouth. Her eyes widened as the first spurt blasted against the roof of her mouth and his hips bucked, pressing Tessa’s fingers against her lips.
He didn’t see anything after that, because he couldn’t keep his eyes open. He growled with every ejaculation, filling Lisa’s mouth with cum. She kept her lips wrapped around him, not letting a drop escape. Soon enough, his growls of pleasure took on a desperate note as he dribbled the last of his cream on her tongue.
He let out an embarrassing, high-pitched grunt when her lips slipped from his sensitive organ. He felt the weight of the two women shifting on the bed, and with a surge of effort, forced his eyes open. He trembled as Lisa stuck out her cum-covered tongue and Tessa leaned in.
With the two blondes on their knees above him, sharing his cum in a passionate kiss, Mark gasped and panted. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them, even though the sight caused his manhood to throb uncomfortably.
“He tastes so good, doesn’t he?” Tessa asked in a barely audible whimper. “Oh yes,” Lisa answered. “Mmm. He tastes even better on your lips.”
They ended the kiss with a few final pecks, and then Tessa turned toward him. He cursed under his breath when she let the curls between her legs tickle his softening cock in the process of moving toward the head of the bed. A couple of tugs untied the bows holding his wrists in place, and he let them fall heavily to the mattress.
“Scooch over,” Tessa said while tracing whirls with a fingernail through his chest hair. “There’s something else I want Lisa to have a taste of.”
That was enough to get him moving despite the post-come lethargy. The other times they’d had another woman in the bed, it had been mostly about sharing him, with only a little touching and kissing between the women. He’d been waiting for this since he found out his wife was bi.
He wasn’t the only one who was eager.
Tessa lay back and parted her legs as soon as he’d scooted over enough to give her room. Lisa was just as quick to slip between his wife’s thighs. He watched in fascinated arousal as the young blonde’s tongue washed over Tessa’s folds.
Tessa’s fingers dug into the bedclothes and she said, “Ohhh, I’ve been waiting so long.”
“You taste so good,” Lisa said before taking another lick. “You can have all you want.” “Yummy.”
Mark moved closer to the foot of the bed and pushed Tessa’s left leg toward her chest, giving him a better view. Lisa glanced over at him, a grin on her lips as the tip of her tongue danced over his wife’s pussy.
“You like that, baby? Like watching her lick my pussy?” “Love it,” he answered as he settled his hand on Lisa’s taut little butt. “Mmm – me too. I haven’t had another girl go down on me in so long.”
Lisa was obviously no stranger to the sweet treat she was devouring with such gusto. Mark continued to explore her body with his fingers, alternating between watching the action between his wife’s legs and the building pleasure in her face.
“I want you to come for me,” Lisa said in a rush as Tessa’s hips began to buck upward and her writhing intensified.
“Ooo, I’m going to. Don’t stop.”
Mark took mental notes as he watched the young woman lapping his wife. A flick of her tongue here. A press of the thumb there. The way Tessa was reacting told him they were tricks he should give a shot the next time he had his face buried between her legs.
“Yes. Oh yes,” Tessa whimpered while squeezing her breasts. “S-so close.”
Lisa answered with a moan and sucked the older woman’s clit between her lips.
His wife yelped as her pleasure spiked. When Lisa began shaking her head back and forth without releasing the swollen bud between her lips, a long moan that erratically rose and fell in pitch bubbled up from Tessa’s lips.
Mark looked up just in time to see his wife’s eyes widen. Her hands snapped to the back of Lisa’s
head, then a lurch ripped through her body as orgasm claimed her.
Tessa held the lithe beauty tight against her pussy as she bucked and screamed in climax. Mark well knew the ride Lisa was experiencing, as he’d been there many times before. It was the first time he’d been able to watch it, though. The vision of his wife coming hard on another woman’s tongue caused the first twitch of life in his flaccid member.
Tessa sucked in a ragged gasp when her orgasm gave her a moment’s respite, and pushed Lisa away. The moment the younger woman was out of the way, Tessa clamped her legs together, twitching from the aftershocks.
Mark grinned when he saw Lisa looking at him and licking his wife’s juices from her lips. Her lips and chin weren’t the only thing glistening, because she’d slipped two fingers between her own legs as soon as she sat up.
A whimper redirected his attention to Tessa. She took a few rapid breaths, and then said, “Kiss her.”
He was happy to oblige, and apparently so was Lisa. The two scooted together at the same time and found each other’s lips. He kissed her hard, running his fingers through her hair while he tasted his wife’s nectar.
“Didn’t I tell you he was a great kisser?” Tessa said in a weak, languid voice once their lips parted. “You weren’t lying,” Lisa confirmed while she stroked her fingers over the muscles of his chest. “Those aren’t the only lips he’s good at kissing, either.” That set off a shiver in both Mark and the young blonde.
“I want to watch, baby. I want to watch you make her come,” Tessa said, and then turned to Lisa to beckon her with a crooked finger.
Needing little encouragement, Lisa lay down next to her older friend. Tessa sat up – still a little shaky from her climax – and guided the young woman to spread her legs.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” she asked as she parted Lisa’s pink folds to show the evidence of wetness within. She licked her lips. “And sweet. I’m going to have to get a better taste later.”
“Oh, please,” Lisa begged while caressing her breasts.
Tessa said, “Don’t make her wait.”
Mark moved in front of Lisa and dropped onto his hands. She looked down at him, anticipation causing her breasts to quickly rise and fall. He slipped between her thighs, breathed in the musky perfume of her need for a moment, and then dived in.
A long, broken cry escaped Lisa as he lapped her sweet young pussy. Tessa’s excited moan provided a counterpoint as one of her hands joined Lisa’s, which were still squeezing and teasing her breasts.
Hearing his wife’s moan and glimpses of the delight in her eyes erased any hints of hesitation he might have felt. He lapped and probed with gusto, drinking up her juices. He could feel her twitching in response to his touch as well as hearing her whimpers and moans.
“I told you she was sweet,” Tessa said.
He slowed his tongue only long enough to respond, “So sweet,” and then gave a devilish stab of his tongue under Lisa’s hood.
“Ah-ohhh,” she cried out from the unexpected assault on her clit. Tessa asked, “Isn’t he a silver-tongued devil?” “Oh god yes!” His wife let out a chuckling moan.
Having Tessa encouraging him drove Mark to even greater efforts – as if he needed any extra incentive. The taste of Lisa’s juices was intoxicating. A flash of memory and insight prompted him to press down with his thumb above her clit. The shaft of her button slipped back and forth beneath the digit, and he saw her toes curl in his peripheral vision.
Her cries grew ever louder and higher in pitch by the moment. He tried every trick he knew, and experimented with a few things he’d noticed while she was going down on his wife. Her bucking hips trying to crush her folds against his lips were a fine indication it was working.
The sound, scent, and taste of her soon had an effect on him as well. Fresh blood began to flow to his softened cock. He turned his hips slightly, as the slow hardening was uncomfortable when
pressed against the mattress.
Lisa’s yelp when he sucked her hood between his lips and exposed her clit to his tongue echoed back loudly from the walls. A hand snapped to the back of his head, the fingers twining into his hair and digging into his scalp.
“Are you getting close?” Tessa asked.
“Oh yes, yes, yes!”
“Do it. Come for him.”
Mark released her clit only long enough to shift position and added quick shakes of his head to the sensations. Her grip on his hair tightened even more.
“She’s going to come, baby.”
He kept up the pressure, flicking his tongue and shaking his head as quickly as he could manage without losing the grip of his lips on her clit. The muscles in her thighs tensed and her hips lifted as her hands pulled him tight against her. She wailed long and loud as she drew ever nearer the precipice of ultimate pleasure.
Tessa gasped out, “Oh yes. Here it comes. Here it comes.”
Hot on her heels, Lisa screamed, “Oh! Oh! Oh god! Oh yeah! Yeah!”
The last word trailed of into a squeal of release as her orgasm exploded into being. She lurched and continued to cry out, her voice spiking into the higher ranges as the electric bolts of bliss shot through her. All the while, Mark kept his tongue moving – his heart beating fast with excitement. The eighteen- year-old thrashed and trembled, screaming her pleasure to the ceiling above.
“Yes. Yes. There you go,” Tessa said as she smoothed the younger blonde’s hair away from her face.
An especially strong buck of her hips pulled his lips from her clit, and she yelped from the change in sensation. He was ready to home right back in on her quivering pussy, but his wife’s fingers held him at bay when he tried. Accepting her guidance, he sat up over his knees.
Lisa twitched and trembled through the aftershocks with her eyes tightly closed. Her hands flailed
about the bed, gripping the covers every time a hand would slap down, only to move to a new location and repeat the action a moment later. She whimpered and gasped, sometimes crying out, until the sweet torment at last began to give her respite.
Tessa scooted across the covers as her young co-worker shivered through the ebbing climax, seeking her husband’s lips. He kissed her passionately, his cock swelling faster as his wife tasted Lisa’s juices. It hadn’t gone unnoticed, and he grunted when her hand wrapped around his partially erect shaft.
“I need you hard. Now,” she huskily said as she pushed on his chest.
Mark dutifully lay back, giving her full access to him. She cupped his balls in her palm, let one finger slip back to the iris of his ass, and put her tongue to work.
Still shaky from her climax, Lisa sat up and scooted closer while Tessa lapped him. It took less than a minute of his wife’s talented tongue slipping over him to bring him to full hardness. She sucked the head between her lips, let it pop free, and then rose up to her knees.
Lisa curled her fingers around his manhood as his wife straddled his hips. The younger woman stood it straight up, and his wife sank down on him the moment the head touched her nether lips.
“Ah fuck, Tessa,” he growled from the sensation of sliding into her satiny canal.
She whimpered, “Oh yes,” a heartbeat later and wiggled her hips, stirring him inside her.
Mark was in heaven from the sight of his wife gyrating on his cock while her beautiful co-worker caressed her tummy. He grinned when Lisa’s hand slipped lower.
“Yes, rub my clit,” Tessa gasped while pinching her nipples. A shuddering moan shook her when Lisa did exactly that.
One hand on his wife’s leg and the other cupping Lisa’s breast, all Mark had to do was enjoy the show. With both hands free, Tessa braced them on her thighs, allowing her to buck and swivel her hips even faster. It caused twinges of discomfort from tugging on the root of his cock, but he didn’t care in the slightest. She felt incredible wrapped around him, and he knew from experience he could go forever in this position.
Tessa’s eyes locked with his and she said, “Oh god. Your cock feels so good.”
“So do you, baby.”
The bed began to creak when his wife picked up the pace. Lisa shifted to a more comfortable position and kept pace.
Tessa gasped, “Yes. Faster.” “Are you going to come for us?” Lisa asked as her fingers blurred. Her voice jumping an octave, Tessa answered, “Going to come so hard.” Mark flexed the muscles in his groin, making his cock throb inside her. “Do it, baby.”
Tessa wailed from the sensation and went absolutely wild. He clenched his teeth when the pull on the root of his manhood changed to twinges of pain. The sight of his wife’s expression tightening and filling with a rosy glow more than made up for it.
Her young co-worker had to chase her a little, but kept up the pressure on her clit. The excited look on her face as she repeatedly whispered, yesanddo it was just as enticing as the building ecstasy in Tessa’s features.
Feeling the squeeze of her walls grow more frequent and stronger, he knew she was getting close. Her heavy breasts swung and slapped against her, and a drop of wetness meandered through the creases of his family jewels. Movement in his peripheral vision caused him to notice that Lisa had put her other hand to work between her own legs.
“Oh. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” tumbled from Tessa’s lips. “I’m… Ohhh. Gonna… Oh, gonna…”
A tight-throated squeal followed, and her hips lost their rhythm, but didn’t stop. Lisa stayed right on target, her fingers flashing over the older woman’s swollen bud. Tessa trembled, her mouth hanging open as she sucked in air with a noisy gasp.
Mark gave her a sudden upward thrust and pushed her over the edge.
The lurch started at Tessa’s hips and traveled whip-like up her body. Her scream of release jumped in pitch when her head lashed first back, and then forward. Her hands slipped off her thighs and continued to slide across the covers until she was lying with her breasts pressed against his chest. Breath coming in whimpers and gasps, she twitched from the ongoing shockwaves of orgasm.
When he bent his knees and grabbed her bottom, her eyes shot open and she let out a half-hearted, weak, “No.”
Mark growled, “Yes,” as he thrust up into her, hard and fast.
A wail momentarily broken by every plunge of his cock into her depths escaped her as she ascended to another plateau. He managed around twenty thrusts before climax-fueled strength allowed her to pull free of his grip. His erection poked her in the buttock on the last, aborted pump of his hips.
Lisa didn’t waste the opportunity. Mark grunted as her lips wrapped around his pussy-slick cock. She licked and sucked it clean while Tessa slowly recovered from the waves of ecstasy still wracking her body.
“Oh my god, baby,” Tessa muttered.
He chuckled from the amusing sound of her talking with one cheek resting on the mattress, but then gasped when Lisa gave him an extra strong suck. The younger woman moaned when she released him, and then crawled up next to his wife.
“Was that as good as it looked?” Lisa asked as she joined him in caressing Tessa’s body.
“Fuck yes,” the older woman answered, and then shivered.
Once again, Mark saw that Lisa was teasing her folds with her fingers. Tessa noticed where his eyes were focused a moment later and joined her husband in taking in the show.
“Oh, I’m just aching after seeing that,” Lisa said when she realized she had an audience. Her cheeks turned a little rosy, but she kept her fingers at work between her legs.
Tessa patted her husband on the chest and the two of them moved so that she could roll over on her back. After some silent guidance, Lisa slithered up to rest her head against the older woman’s shoulder.
“I know something that would feel a lot better than that,” Tessa suggested while squeezing Lisa’s breast and watching her masturbate. “Would you like to have that cock deep inside you?”
A sharp gasp preceded her enthusiastic answer. “Oh yes.” “I’d love to watch him fuck you and make you come.”
“Oh please. I need it so bad.”
Mark sat up, ready to play his part, but Tessa grabbed his hand before he could do more than that.
“Hang on. We’re doing this my way. I think you’ll both love it.”
“Whatever you want, baby,” he agreed.
Tessa purred and said, “Good boy. You get me the pillows.” Her hand caressing Lisa’s breast slid lower to comb through the blond curls on her mound. “And you get up on your hands and knees.”
Lisa nodded and immediately rolled over – still fingering her needy pussy.
His heart beating fast in anticipation, Mark watched his wife prepare for something they’d fantasized about many, many times. Once Lisa was on her hands and knees in the center of the bed, Tessa pushed two pillows under the arch of the younger woman’s body.
“Oh yeah,” Lisa whimpered when she looked over her shoulder and saw Tessa sliding under her on her back.
Mark didn’t need to be told what to do once his wife rested her head on the pillows within tongue- reach of her co-worker’s clit. He swung a knee over Tessa’s body, grasping Lisa’s shapely behind as a convenient balance assist, and settled into position.
Tessa wrapped her fingers around his erection just behind the head, pulling it closer to Lisa’s folds. She rubbed it up and down the slippery parting of the younger woman’s nether lips and said, “Tell me you want it.”
Lisa’s answer burst forth before the last word had even left Tessa’s lips. “I want his cock.”
“Remember what we talked about?” Tessa asked next.
Mark saw and heard the young woman’s gasp, but had no idea what his wife was talking about. He was certainly curious.
Lisa held her breath for a few moments, then released a whimpering sigh and answered, “Yes, that too.”
A long moan rumbled in Tessa’s throat and her grip on his cock tightened. “Guess what, baby?”
He looked down and asked, “What?”
“She’s on the pill, but she’s never done it without a condom. She wants you to fill her up for the first time. Would you like that?”
Lisa looked over her shoulder at him, biting her lower lip. He gave her a smile and kept his eyes locked with hers when he answered, “Do you even need to ask?”
The young woman shuddered and Tessa moaned.
“Give it to her,” his wife said as she centered his tip at the entrance of Lisa’s canal.
A grunting growl escaped Mark as the head of his cock slipped inside her, and she let out a yelp. She was deliciously tight, resisting his slow push despite an abundance of wetness.
“S-so big,” Lisa squeaked as his cock continued its advance.
“Relax, sweetie. Let him in,” Tessa encouraged her friend.
Mark paused, letting her tight young pussy adjust to his girth. He could feel Tessa’s tongue slipping over his hard flesh as she lapped her young friend. After pulling back until the head reached her entrance, he pushed again.
Lisa groaned as he penetrated a little deeper, and then gasped when he withdrew again. The next stroke drew a whimper, and the one that followed, a moan.
“Feel good?” Tessa asked between licks.
“Y-y-yes!” the young woman stammered as he once again pushed deeper – burying half his length in her hot embrace.
“Slowly,” Tessa admonished.
He could tell she wasn’t taking her own advice, because her tongue was flicking over both of them at lightning speed.
Lisa’s breathing quickened, and he felt her resistance weaken on the next thrust. Taking advantage
of it, he slipped back into her faster, drawing another yelp. The next several pumps of his hips resulted in pleasure-filled whimpers.
“Fuck you feel good,” he grunted as he fed her half his cock again. “So full. Oh, so full.” “Give her more, baby,” Tessa said. Thinking it was a little premature, he gave the sexy young woman another half-length thrust. Lisa cried out, “Yes. More,” as he withdrew, dissuading him of that notion in a hurry.
He buried his erection an inch or two deeper on the next thrust – nearly there. With her walls caressing that much of him, it was all he could do not to slam into her balls-deep and pound away. Somehow keeping it together, he maintained a measured pace and looked down. The sight of his cock stretching Lisa’s pussy and his wife hard at work with her tongue made it even harder to hold back.
Tessa gave her next instruction a few strokes later with her hands, rather than her voice. When he rocked his hips forward, she grabbed his buttocks and pushed. Giving in, he sank his full length into Lisa’s depths and growled.
With his wife keeping the pressure on, he remained inside her to the hilt. Her walls fluttered and contracted around him, making him throb hard. She trembled for a few moments, and then whimpered, “Oh m-my g-god.”
“Fuck her. Make her come, and then fill her up,” Tessa said when she released him. She didn’t have to ask twice. Her voice quavering from his deep thrusts, Lisa cried out, “Yes. Give it to me.”
The angle was a little awkward because he was straddling his wife, but after a few shifts of his stance, he found a comfortable position. The first harder thrust to hit bottom drew a yelp from Lisa and a moan from Tessa.
Mark dug his fingers into Lisa’s hips and rocked her tight young body with everything he had. Loud claps sounded every time their flesh collided. Tessa’s tongue moved at a furious pace, adding to the
sensations for both of them. He tensed up his intimate muscles and bent every ounce of his will on resisting the inevitable.
Lisa began letting out an ever-louder stream of exclamations as he pounded her. The occasional yesorfasteremerged, but for the most part, she was reduced to feral cries that seemed completely beyond her control. The primal reaction only hastened Mark toward a hard-fought explosion.
Breath blasting from between clenched teeth, he kept thrusting as sweat beaded on his forehead. The warm itch in his cock was spreading, but he was holding on. He pinched his eyes closed as another measure of control, but he could still see his cock slamming into the beautiful young woman in his mind’s eye. So intense was his concentration that he let out a grunt of surprise when he felt her walls clamp down tight around him.
Lisa exploded into orgasm with a screeching wail. The sudden squeeze of her canal was shocking enough to make him freeze for a few heartbeats when his balls slapped against her. Even the slightest movement sent her soaring to new heights, and Tessa wasn’t relenting in the slightest. Lisa screamed and clawed at the covers as she came and came.
Mark managed a few short, sporadic thrusts, but even that had him on the cusp of his own explosion.
“Fill her up,” Tessa said in a rush, knowing the signs that he was almost there.
Lisa’s screams were barely discernable as words when she echoed the sentiment. “Come inside me!”
The change in sensation when he surrendered to fuck her hard gave him a few precious seconds of respite. A loud growl rumbled in his throat for a score of fast thrusts – each of which caused Lisa to shriek – and then he was there. He slammed into her and erupted with a scream of his own.
Despite filling her mouth only a short time before, his cream just kept surging into her clinging sheath. Every swipe of his wife’s tongue and involuntary twitch intensified the climax. When the last fitful dribble joined the hot pool of cum in her depths, his chin dropped to his chest and he groaned.
Tessa pushed on his legs and he responded without conscious thought. A pained-sounding cry burst from his lips as he slipped free, and Lisa echoed the sound in a higher pitch.
“Oh shi…” was all he got out before Tessa wrapped her lips around his pussy-slick cock. He could only endure for the space of a few panting grunts before he had to jerk away. Tessa
giggled as he sat down hard, but the sound changed to a moan a moment later.
Through heavy eyes, he watched his wife push on one of Lisa’s knees while pulling down on her butt with the other hand. The trembling, gasping young woman didn’t have the presence of mind to resist. Still caught up in the tail-end of her climax, her pussy settled against Tessa’s lips just as the first dollop of cum welled up from inside her.
Tessa lapped up the stream of mingled juices, and the younger woman responded with sharp cries. Mark forced his eyes to stay open, not wanting to miss the show even though his sensitive cock protested mightily. Long before the last of his semen dribbled from between her nether lips, Lisa’s muscles stiffened and her toes curled.
She was coming again.
Her mouth hanging open in a silent scream, the young woman shivered for long seconds before emitting a weak, bubbly moan. Her arms buckled and she fell to the mattress when Tessa slipped out from beneath her. Mark finally let his eyes close and flopped onto his back.
“Good job,” Tessa said as he tried to catch his breath.
He lifted his hand and gave her a momentary thumbs-up before letting it fall back to the mattress. She laughed, and then must have slipped out of the bed, because he heard her walking out of the room. He was beginning to rouse from his post-come lethargy when she returned with bottles of water.
After they’d all soothed their parched throats and leaned in as if she were going to kiss him. He instinctively pulled back, but she had only been teasing. She knew the thought of kissing him after he’d come in her mouth – directly or indirectly – gave him the shivers. She pecked him on the cheek and chuckled.
Tessa spun on her bottom and scooted over to Lisa. Her young co-worker had absolutely no reservations about the deep kiss she received.
Once their lips parted, his wife looked at him, held up the hand with her new ring, and hugged Lisa with the other. “I love my diamond. What do you think of yours?”
As Lisa laughed at the playful use of her last name, he answered. “Priceless.”
“No, it’s going to suck,” I whined. “You’ll be the only person there who I’ll know.”
“Aren’t I enough?” Anne challenged.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” I replied defensively. “It’s just that you’re going to drag me around introducing me to people from your office and I’ll have to make small talk with strangers all night.”
“Come on, this is important to me,” Anne persisted. “My boss will be there, and so will her boss. It will look bad if I’m not there.”
“Then go.”
“But you have to come too,” she pleaded. “Everyone is bringing their spouse.”
I looked away to avoid Anne’s pouting but beautiful face. The last place I wanted to be the following Thursday was the cocktail party and charity auction that her company was sponsoring. Anne would know most of the people there and I’d end up following her around like a puppy. Plus, I knew that we’d get sucked into bidding an outrageous amount on something we didn’t want simply to show Anne’s boss that we supported the cause.
“I don’t want to go,” I said. As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I realized that I sounded more like a spoiled toddler than a 40 year old man. Still, I wasn’t ready to give in.
Anne switched tactics and tried flattery. “But you look great in a tux,” she smiled.“It’s not that,” I countered. “I don’t mind dressing up if I’m going somewhere fun.”
“I promise I’ll make it fun for you.”
Anne squeezed into the loveseat next to me and I turned my head in defiance. Undeterred, Anne kissed my cheek softly. She put one hand on the back of my neck and the other glided across my pectorals. She sensed that flattery alone was not going to work, so she was switching tactics again and employing sex appeal.
“She’s so predictable,” I thought to myself. Unfortunately, my cock started to involuntarily respond to Anne’s hands on my body and her warm breath on my neck. Was she predictable, or did she know me so well that she knew I was incapable of saying “no”when sex was on the table? Damn. If she kept this up, I knew I’d be going to the charity gala next Thursday.
Anne started to nibble my earlobe lightly as the hand that was rubbing my chest slid down to the front of my pants. She easily found my stiffening dick and traced the growing bulge with her index finger. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” she asked with subtle, but unmistakable emphasis on her last word.
“I’ll go,” I surrendered. “But there’s one condition. If I have to get dressed up, you have to get dressed up too.”
“Of course I will,” Anne said impatiently. “It’s black tie.” “I don’t mean a fancy dress,” I explained. “I mean, I want you to get really dressed up underneath.” Anne leaned back in the chair and raised her eyebrows, an unspoken request for clarification.
“I want you to go buy some new lingerie, something really nice,” I continued. “But I don’t want to know what you pick out or see it until next Thursday after the gala. Imagining what you’ve got on under your dress, and anticipating what we’ll do when we get home, will make the evening fun for me.”
“Deal,” Anne readily agreed. She jumped up from the loveseat and headed for the computer desk.
“Hey,” I called after her. “What am I supposed to do about this tent in my pants?”
Anne turned and smiled wickedly. “You can take care of it yourself or save it for after the party. Either way, I’m going to look for lingerie ideas on the internet.”
Double damn.
*****
For the next eight days I regretted the deal I’d made with Anne. She seemed to interpret our agreement to mean that we wouldn’t have sex until the night of the charity gala, even though I was sure I’d said no such thing.
It was tortuous to be around Anne without being intimate. She’d lost none of her attractiveness during the 17 years we’d been married. Her long brown hair was always stylish and her beautiful green eyes sparkled when she smiled. Anne spent hours at the gym each week to maintain her smoking hot body. Her long, toned legs led the eye invitingly to the sexy curves of her hips andtight ass. Above them her waist narrowed seductively into her flat stomach that showed no evidence of our two kids. A set of flawless tits hung above her waist. They were big, round and firm, but not obscenely huge like those of a trashy stripper. Without a doubt, Anne’s boobs were my favourite part of her body. When we first started dating I wondered if she felt like I was constantly groping her. I simply couldn’t keep my hands off her chest, and still can’t.
Anne started to tease me relentlessly in the last few days leading up to the party. She commented several times about skipping out of work to go shopping. I knew she was trying to make me imagine her trying on lingerie, and she succeeded.
On Tuesday, I came home and found a bag on our bed from a high-end lingerie shop downtown where I’d purchased several things for Anne over the years. I wrestled with the temptation of stealing a look inside the bag or maintaining the suspense for two more days. I changed my mind at least a dozen times before I picked up the bag and lifted the delicate pink tissue paper. The only thing underneath was a note from Anne: “No peaking, you naughty boy.”
On Thursday morning, Anne and I agreed that we’d meet at the gala at 7:00 pm. Anne suggested that arrangement ostensibly because the venue, a popular museum in the city, was close to my office and it would be more convenient for me to go straight there after work. In reality, I knew she didn’t want me coming home because I couldn’t be trusted to watch her get ready. I was so horny there was a good chance we’d never get out of the house.
At 6:30 pm I changed into my tuxedo and hailed a cab. I arrived at the museum to find it already too crowded with Anne nowhere in sight. This was what I was dreading. I felt awkward and conspicuous as I seemed to be the only person alone.
After searching the crowd in vain for a few minutes, I headed in the direction of the bar. I weaved through the crowd of men dressed like penguins and women in expensive-looking cocktail dresses. As the bartender served me a glass of white wine, someone grabbed my hand from behind.
“I should have known I’d find you at the bar,” Anne teased.
She looked absolutely ravishing. I expected Anne to be dressed ultra-conservatively with her boss and colleagues around. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was wearing a sparkling silver and black dress that was fitted tightly around her torso. The dress didn’t reveal any cleavage, but there was no hiding her magnificent breasts. Below her waist the dress flared out a bit and stopped just above her knees. She wore black stockings and matching heels. My hungry eyes appraised her from head to toe and I mentally awarded her a perfect 10.
“You look terrific,” I smiled. I kissed Anne lightly on the lips and pulled her close to feel her sinful body pressed against me.
I offered Anne my full glass of wine and grabbed another from the bartender. Anne then led me around the room and introduced me to various people whose names I quickly forgot. In my defense, I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than what Anne was hiding under her dress.
We found Anne’s boss and her husband and spoke with them for several minutes. They raved about the items that would be up for auction later in the evening. Anne’s boss said she was sure a ton of money would be raised for the cause. The message was clear: Anne and her colleagues were expected to be generous.
Anne said she needed to sit down to give her feet a rest and we politely excused ourselves. We found a small table with two chairs and Anne rested her head on my shoulder. She then grabbed my hand and placed it on her thigh with her own hand covering mine. She forced my hand higher up her leg until I felt the unmistakable clip of a garter belt underneath her dress.
“Nice,” I whispered.
Anne smiled and said, “I thought you would approve of that. I had a bit of a problem shopping though.”
“What do you mean?”
“I couldn’t find a bra and panty set that I really liked,” Anne explained. “I found a great bra and the saleswoman said my boobs looked amazing in it …”
“I’ll enjoy being the judge of that,” I said.
Anne ignored my interruption and continued, “The matching thong had weird beads and bows on it. It was too much. It looked tacky.”
“So you bought something else?” I asked hopefully.
“No,” Anne answered. “The bra was too good to pass up so I bought them anyway.”
“But you said you didn’t like the thong.”
“I didn’t,” Anne said. “That’s why it’s sitting in my drawer at home.”
It took a second for me to absorb Anne’s statement. “You mean …”
“That’s right,” she grinned. “I’m ‘going commando,’ as they say. And it’s making me so fucking horny.”
“You’re serious?”
Anne slid her chair closer to mine and glanced at the crowd milling around in the vicinity of our table. When she was satisfied no one was paying any particular attention to us, she pulled her dress three- quarters of the way up her thighs and guided my hand between her legs.
I immediately felt the heat radiating from Anne’s exposed pussy as my palm brushed over her mound. I twisted my arm to position my fingers towards her opening and probed at her slit. Anne’s pussy was sopping wet already; her confession of horniness was a drastic understatement. The angle of my arm made it impossible for me to penetrate her, so I caressed her delicate folds with my fingertips. Anne noticeably shuddered at my touch, but somehow managed to avoid drawing attention to us.
After less than a minute, I reluctantly removed my hand and Anne straightened her dress under the table. I discreetly lifted my hand to my face and inhaled her delicious scent from my fingers. One by one I licked my fingertips and tasted the sweet nectar that was freely flowing from Anne’s excited snatch.
Anne leaned close to me and whispered, “I wish you were licking my pussy right now instead of your fingers. I love it when you fuck me with your tongue.”
“You’re going to get more than just my tongue in your pussy if you keep talking like that,” I replied. My dick was growing bigger and harder by the second. The thought of fucking Anne’s tight, wet boxconsumed me.
“Mmmmm, good,” Anne moaned softly. “When we get home I’m going to ride that nice fat cock of yours.”
I jumped up from the table and grabbed Anne’s wrist. She stumbled as I tugged her arm and pulled her away from the crowds toward the exit.
“What are you doing?” she giggled.
“We’re going home,” I announced. “If we don’t, I’m liable to explode in my pants.”
“We can’t leave now. What about the auction? My boss?”
“You should have thought of that before you started with the dirty talk.”
“John stop, seriously,” Anne protested. “I’m not saying we have to stay ‘til the end, but the auction hasn’t even started yet.”
“When does it start?” I demanded. Anne looked at her watch. “About 15 or 20 minutes.” “That’s more than I’ll need.”
I scanned the room, peering over and between the mass of bodies. At the far end there was a large opening that led to another wing of the museum. I guided Anne in that direction hoping to find a coatroom, an unlocked office, or even a janitor’s closet, anything to provide some privacy for what I urgently needed to do to her.
We reached the passage only to find a burly security guard blocking the way. “This exhibit’s closed tonight,” he grumbled.
“We were just looking for the washrooms,” I lied. “Hallway to your left, down one flight of stairs.”
Anne and I walked quickly around the corner and down the corridor. We found the staircase with a sign indicating the washrooms below. The adjacent stairs leading up were blocked with a thick, red velvet rope stretched between gold posts on either side.
“We’re going up to finish what you started,” I said.
Anne didn’t hesitate. As desperate as I was to fuck her, she needed it just as bad. She ducked under the rope and quickly ascended the stairs. At the summit she turned and held her arms open to me.
I was on her in a flash. I practically jumped into her waiting arms, the force pushing her backwards against the cold brick wall. Fortunately, Anne had the presence of mind to push me to the side. She positioned us in front of the stairs leading to the third floor and out of the line of sight of anyone looking for the washrooms below.
Anne wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. Our tongues danced together as I pressed against her body and pinned her to the wall. I felt her spectacular tits squished against the bottom of my ribs. Below that, my aching cock jammed into Anne’s stomach from the confines of my pants.
I ran my hands up and down Anne’s sides, enjoying the mesmerizing feel of her hips, waist and the sides of her breasts. I traced her hourglass curves then forced my hands between her back and the wall. I dropped them to her backside and cupped her ass cheeks roughly through her elegant dress.
I broke our long kiss and squatted in front of Anne until my face was level with her crotch. I didn’t need to say anything; Anne knew exactly what I wanted to do. She put her left foot on the second step leading to the third floor to spread her legs. Then she grabbed the bottom of her dress with both hands and lifted it to her waist to display her delicious pussy to me.
Anne’s arousal was obvious. Her labia were shiny and wet from her dripping love juices. At the top of her slit Anne’s swollen button protruded excitedly, anxious for my attention. Above that Anne’s thin, immaculately maintained strip of dark pubic hair seemed to point in the direction she wanted me to go. All of this was framed beautifully by the garter belt around her alluring hips which held up smooth black stockings. The only thing missing from the picture was my tongue.
I grabbed Anne’s ass and pulled her dripping cunt to my eager mouth. There was no time to savour her, to lose myself in her delicious pussy, so I lapped at her slit like it was giving me life. Over and over I tongued Anne’s horny fuck hole. Within seconds my cheeks and chin were covered with her wetness.
“Ohhh,” Anne groaned softly. “Keep licking me. Yes, yes, right there.”
I zeroed in on Anne’s sensitive clit. I circled it with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. Anne’s legs started to shake and she dropped her dress over my head so she could steady herself with the handrail.
In the sudden darkness I heard two women talking and laughing as they came down the hallway on the first floor. Anne heard them too and signalled me to stop by putting her hand on my head. We were both frozen as the voices came closer and reached the stairs. To our great relief, we then heard the clicking of their high heels going down the stairs to the washrooms instead of up to our hiding spot.
Anne lifted her dress back over my head and I looked up into her lust-filled eyes. “Fuck me,” she ordered. “Don’t hold back, just fuck me. Pound me with that hard cock.”
I stood up and fumbled with my cummerbund until I was able to undo my pants. I stretched the elastic of my boxer briefs over my throbbing prick and pushed them down to my knees.
Meanwhile, Anne turned away from me and bent over at the waist. She held onto the railing with one hand and held up her dress with the other. She was mine for the taking.
I held my shirt tail out of the way and aimed my aching cock towards Anne’s sweltering cunt. I nuzzled the head against her opening and then slowly penetrated her. I watched my shaft disappear into her hot pussy and involuntarily groaned. Anne’s vagina gripped my invading pole and seemed to pull it deeper inside her until it was buried to the hilt. I held still for a few seconds to enjoy the intense sensation of Anne’s tight pussy stretched around my cock. It felt like I was absorbing the heat from her very core which caused my dick to swell even larger.
I started to withdraw from Anne’s paradise just as slowly as I’d entered. My cock glimmered in the dim light of the staircase, coated with Anne’s cream. As I slid my slippery dick out, Anne pushed her ass back against me and her horny twat swallowed all of my cock again.
I heard more people approaching the stairs on the first floor. Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment except giving Anne pleasure, but my brain was still functioning enough to realize the riskiness of the situation. Every minute that passed became more dangerous. It was time to really start fucking.
I started to pound Anne’s sweet pussy from behind like a jackhammer. Anne met each of my hard
thrusts with a backwards thrust of her own. Our combined movements forced my cock deeper and deeper into her velvety snatch and caused her to cry out in pleasure.
“Oh God, that’s good,” Anne whimpered. “Fuck me, John. Fuck me like an animal.”
I grabbed Anne’s hips and savagely pulled her back against my pumping cock. Over and over I slammed into her with all the force I could muster. Our flesh made loud slapping noises as our bodies collided and Anne’s moaning got more intense. We both knew we needed to be quieter, but I no longer cared. I wanted to fuck Anne like this forever.
“Call me a slut,” Anne suddenly said.
“You love getting fucked from behind, don’t you slut?” the words spewed from my mouth. “You can’t get enough cock, can you?”
“Ungh, ohhh, I can’t get enough of yourcock,” Anne moaned. “You fuck me so fucking good with it.” “Are you going to cum on my cock, you dirty slut?” “Uh huh,” Anne panted. “I’m going to cum all over your thick cock. It feels so good in my cunt.”
Anne reached between her legs where my rod was drilling her pussy. Her fingers tickled my swaying balls for a second and then she started rubbing her swollen clit. The combination of my hammering cock in her pussy and her fingers all over her clit immediately pushed Anne to the brink.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” she cried.
Anne’s body tensed and then shook as her climax reached its peak. She squealed as I continued pumping hard and deep through her orgasm, her pussy clutching desperately at my rigid cock.
I punished Anne’s sweet pussy with one final thrust before I exploded like a volcano inside her. My molten seed blasted deep into her vagina. The spasms in my cock and balls were so powerful they felt like they originated in my toes and consumed my whole body.
“Oh fuck, Anne,” I growled. “Yeah.”
I withdrew my still erect dick and globs of thick, sticky sperm escaped from Anne’s drooling pussy onto the floor. She stood up straight and more of my massive load dripped out and landed between her feet.
Anne looking at the expanding puddles and said, “Wow, that’s a lot of jizz.”
“Can’t help it,” I said breathlessly. “You’re such a hot fuck, you completely drained me.”
“That’s too bad,” Anne purred. “You still haven’t seen my new bra and I’m hoping to have more fun when we get home.”
“Don’t worry, the thought of your great rack will have me ready to go again in no time.”
“Good. Then here’s the deal,” Anne said as she straightened her dress and I zipped up my pants. “We buy the first auction item no matter what it is, and then you take me home and fuck my ass like you just fucked my cunt. Agreed?”
“Try to stop me,” I said. “But that means you have to help me find the auctioneer.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to tell him that if he doesn’t start the auction in the next two minutes, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”
Anne laughed and patted my chest affectionately. Then she took my hand and led me down the steps and back into the crowd.
Part Two
“I can feel your cum dripping out of me,” Anne whispered as the auctioneer stepped to the podium.
We had just taken our seats among the rows of chairs lined up at the back of the museum.The charity auction sponsored by the company at which Anne worked was about to start. Less than 10 minutes earlier, in a staircase that was ostensibly off limits to guests, I bent Anne over and fucked her from behind harder than I had in years. She hadn’t worn any panties that night and it made her feel incredibly horny. After she filled me in on her secret during the cocktail reception, I felt exactly the same way. We eagerly snuck away from the party and relieved our sexual tension.
However, our hardcore session on the stairs only temporarily satisfied our lust. We agreed that we’d leave the party early and go home for an X-rated Round Two. The only thing standing between us and another great fuck was the auction. We had to buy something to make a good impression on Anne’s boss and her co-workers in the crowd. I resolved to be the first buyer no matter what was for sale.
The auctioneer unveiled the first item and my stomach lurched. Lot Number 1 was an elegantly framed Star Wars movie poster autographed by George Lucas, Mark Hamill and Carrie Fisher. I never understood the appeal of the Star Wars franchise and I certainly didn’t want the poster hanging in my house. Not only that, there was bound to be a fanatic in the audience that would refuse to be outbid. Our plan was quickly going off the rails. Nonetheless, I was determined to get Anne home.
The auctioneer announced the opening bid and I immediately doubled it. I thought that my aggressiveness would scare everyone else into thinking that I desperately wanted the collectible at any price. Sadly, the lurking Star Wars fanatic quickly made himself known by doubling my initial bid, much to the delight of the crowd.
“This is not going to end well,” I said to Anne.“Keep going,” she suggested. “I know that guy from the I.T. Department. He’ll fold if you double it again.”
Five minutes and hundreds of dollars later, I was the regretful owner of an autographed piece of memorabilia from a movie I’d never seen.
“Cheer up,” Anne encouraged as we made our way to the cashier amid appreciative applause from the audience. “By the time I get you home you’ll think that’s the best money you’ve ever spent.“
My cock twitched in anticipation as we approached the cashier’s desk. I quickly signed the credit card slip and provided our address for delivery. At least I wouldn’t have to schlep the thing home.
We turned towards the exit and saw Anne’s boss approaching, her face positively beaming. She shook my hand warmly and thanked me for my generosity. “It’s people like you who make good things happen to those in need,” she said. She turned to Anne and added, “I’m so proud you’re part of my team.”
I started to feel incredibly guilty as Anne and her boss chatted. Sure, I’d just spent a lot of money for charity, but my motivation was to get home as soon as possible to see my hot wife naked. It didn’t feel right.
After a few minutes Anne made up an excuse to justify our early departure. We said our goodbyes and then Anne hugged me tightly. “You have no idea how many brownie points you earned me tonight,” she said. “Take me home and do whatever you want to me.”
Suddenly I felt much better. *****
Outside the museum a line of taxis waited patiently for gala guests to leave. I opened the rear passenger door of the first one and slid across the back seat behind the driver. Anne followed and snuggled next to me, resting her head on my shoulder.
Anne began tugging at my zipper as soon as the cab pulled away from the curb. She slid her fingers inside my open fly and felt for my cock trapped inside my boxer briefs. She then rested her hand on my shaft and began covering the side of my neck with kisses.
Anne enjoyed feeling my dick growing against her palm. When it reached nearly full length, she started stroking me through the fabric with just her thumb and index finger on either side. I heard her
breath become quick and irregular as she felt my cock respond to her familiar touch.
Anne tried to reach into my boxers to feel the warm flesh of my erection, but my open fly didn’t give her enough room to manoeuvre. She pushed the cummerbund of my tuxedo higher up on my stomach and undid my pants. She then went to work on the final barrier between her and her goal. Anne pulled my boxers’ elasticized waistband away from my body and the tip of my dick sprung into view. I strained to lift my hips off the seat and together Anne and I pulled my underwear down to the top of my thighs. My hard cock was now fully exposed. Anne dove into my lap and gobbled it into her mouth.
The sudden movement in the backseat caught the driver’s attention. He looked quizzically at me in the rear-view mirror.
“She’s tired andhad too much to drink,” I bluffed. The driver shrugged and returned his attention to the road and surrounding traffic.
Anne’s mouth felt marvelous on my cock. She silently sucked the bulbous head between her lips and drooled on my manhood. She repeatedly allowed her saliva to drip down the sides of my shaft and then sucked it all back into her hungry mouth. It was a wet, sloppy blow job, the kind Anne gives when she’s feeling especially slutty.
Anne slid my cock out from between her lips and kissed the tip several times like an innocent teenaged girl necking with her boyfriend. She then stroked the slippery shaft and proceeded to give my balls a thorough tongue bath. She licked all around one tender nut, then the other, until my scrotum was as wet and shiny as my dick. Then she took turns sucking each testicle completely into her mouth.
I trembled in the seat as Anne’s mouth guided me down the narrow path between pleasure and pain. It drives me wild when she sucks my balls like that. The complete vulnerability of her controlling the most delicate part of my anatomy is powerfully erotic. One false movement could be devastating, yet Anne instinctively knows how to only give me pleasure.
I closed my eyes and leaned back against the headrest. I was blissfully unaware of everything except Anne’s warm, wet mouth and the sounds of her slurping and sucking enthusiastically on my cock and balls. She was definitely getting louder as she spit-shined my pole. If the driver didn’t know earlier what she was doing to me, I was certain he realized it by then. I was equally sure that Anne didn’t care.
I felt the cab braking to a halt outside our house. I patted Anne’s shoulder to signal her to stop and she sat up slowly. In the dim light her lips, cheeks and chin shimmered with the thin layer of saliva she’d transferred from her mouth to my cock and back to her face. I thought she’d never looked more beautiful.
Before the car came to a complete stop, Anne had the passenger door open and was stepping onto the curb. I looked down into my lap and immediately realized there was no chance of getting my pants done up over my inflamed cock. I held them up as best as I could with one hand. With the other I reached into the inside pocket of my jacket, pulled out a wad of bills and threw them onto the front seat.
“Keep the change,” I called over my shoulder as I slammed the car door.
Anne had the front door open and was waiting just inside by the time I shuffled up the front stairs. She pushed it closed behind me with a thud and then squatted down as my pants dropped to my knees.
“I can’t get enough of your dick,” Anne moaned. She wrestled my cock down until it was pointing straight out towards her face. Her beautiful green eyes never left mine as her dark red lips parted and my rod disappeared once again into her greedy mouth.
Anne’s expert cock sucking soon had me approaching the point of no return. It took allmy willpowerto fight the urge to cum right there in the front hall. Instead, I pulled her back up and stood her in front of the floor-to-ceiling hallway mirror. I turned her around so she was facing it and I was behind her, looking over her shoulder. I lifted her long brown hair from the back of her neck and unzipped her dress. I then helped her slide it off her arms and it fell to the floor around her feet.
We both looked at the reflection of Anne’s stunning body in the mirror. I saw for the first time the new bra that she bought for the occasion. She told me earlier that night that her boobs looked amazing in it, and I saw for myself that she’d been far too humble. The black lace cradled Anne’s big, round tits and created a tantalizing valley between them that would have been perfect for my cock. Her dark nipples were clearly visible through the delicate fabric. I reached under her arms and cupped her magnificent breasts while leaving a trail of kisses from her neck to her ear. “You look amazing,” I whispered.
As I fondled Anne’s tits, my eyes roamed to her shapely legs. They were perfectly accentuated by the smooth black stockings attached to her matching garter belt. Between Anne’s legs her exposed, pouting pussy beckoned to me. I had an overpowering desire to lick it.
“I want to taste your pussy,” I breathed into Anne’s ear.
She leaned back against me as if her legs had buckled at the thought. “Oh, please do it,” she panted.
I led Anne up the stairs to our bedroom. She gracefully crawled onto the bed, flipped over onto her back and bent her legs so her knees were close to her chest. She was lying cross-wise on the bed with her hips at the edge of the mattress. She knew she’d assumed the perfect position for me to kneel on the floor and bury my face in her snatch.
I tore off the rest of my clothes and was on my knees in a flash. My tongue went straight into Anne’s sopping pussy and lapped at its pink walls. I tasted the remnants of the massive load of cum I’d blasted into Anne’s horny fuck hole less than 90 minutes earlier. I’d never eaten a creampie before, and to my relief it wasn’t at all unpleasant. Granted, most of my jizz had already leaked out and just about anything would taste incredible served up from Anne’s delicious pussy, but stillI wasa bit surprised and proud that it didn’t bother me.
I moved my mouth up to Anne’s swollen clit to make room for my finger in her smoldering cunt. I prodded and stirred her hungry box while my tongue attacked her sex button. When my finger was coated with her fuck juice, I slid it from her pussy and smeared her cream all over her ass.
Anne writhed on the bed as I teased her anus. Iused her pussy’s lubrication to slide a slippery finger inside her taut ass until the second knuckle disappeared. Her butt clenched around my finger and I marvelled at how sucha tight openingcouldaccept a cock.
After thoroughly fingering Anne’s ass, I pushed her legs farther up and back. Her asshole was fully displayed to me. I kissed the dark, puckered opening and tasted the sweet nectar from her pussy that I’d deposited there minutes earlier. Then I placed my tongue against her ass and wiggled it inside.
“Oh yeah, lick it,” Anne hissed. “Get it ready for your hard cock.”
My tongue snaked in and out of Anne’s willing ass. I licked circles around it and then forced it back inside. Anne groaned in delight and rubbed her dripping pussy as I orally assaulted her butt.
I stood up and reached into my bedside table for the bottle of massage oil I kept there. I flipped the cap open and poured the oil onto Anne’s mound. She jumped as the cool oil met her overheated pussy and ran down to her ass. She then reached between her legs and rubbed it all over her holes. They were both ready for cock.
I aimed my steely prick at Anne’s open pussy. It slid effortlessly inside until I felt my balls slap against her ass. I fucked her sweet cunt hard and deep for the second time that evening. As I reamed her, I
watched Anne’s big tits bounce around on her chest. Her sexy new bra was powerless against the force of my pounding cock.
As good as it felt, we both knew Anne’s pussy was just the appetizer this time around. I pulled my slippery cock out of her twat and pressed it into her oily ass. Anne’s sphincter resisted for a moment, then surrendered to my invading cockhead. I fucked her tight ass slowly at first with gentle, shallow strokes. Each time I pushed fractionally deeper until finally her eager ass welcomed all of my throbbing shaft.
“You look so fucking hot with my cock in your ass,” I said. I began to fuck her with my full length, pulling out to the tip and then ramming my meat back into her nasty butt.
“You love fucking my ass, don’t you?” Anne groaned. “It’s so tight stretched around your hard cock. God, it feels so good in there.”
My pace increased with Anne’s filthy encouragement. My hard, shiny pole pummeled her ass and sent shockwaves through her sexy body. “So fucking good,” I moaned.
“I’m all yours John,” Anne panted deliriously. “Use my ass and cunt however you want. Just don’t stop fucking me.”
“You horny slut,” I growled. “You’re going to make me cum talking like that.” “Yeah, I want your hot cum,” she replied. “Cum all over your dirty little slut.”
I thrust deep into Anne’s ass and collapsed on top of her. I kissed her hard and my tongue explored her filthy mouth. My aching cock twitched in her butt, but miraculously I didn’t cum.
“Are you ready to try something new?” I asked. “Anything.” “Good girl. I’m going to fill you with cock like you’ve never felt before.”
I stood up at the side of the bed with my dick still firmly rooted in Anne’s ravaged ass. I could tell from the look on her face that she didn’t understand what I meant, but I didn’t intend to keep her in suspense. I reached back into the bedside table and pulled out Anne’s thick, lifelike 10 inch dildo. Her eyes widened as she instantly realized what I intended to do. We’d both pleasured Anne’s pussy with that dildo countless times over the years, but never while my cock filled her ass.
I grabbed the massage oil from the bed and poured it over the monster dong until the oil dripped down to the base and covered my hand and fingers as well. I hesitated for a moment to make sure Anne was on board with my idea. She was in such an excited state, I shouldn’t have had any doubts.
“What are you waiting for?” she hissed. “Stick it in my cunt.”
Anne pulled her legs farther apart in anticipation of the dildo’s impressive girth. I slid the slick, rubbery head up and down her slit and then pressed it into her waiting tunnel.
“Oh fucking hell!” Anne screeched as the head popped inside her juicy box. “Are you OK?” “Yes,” she panted. “It’s so big. Keep going. Slow, but keep going.”
I eased the massive dildo deeper into Anne’s pussy. I felt it crowding my shaft through the thin wall of tissue that separated her rectum and vagina. Three times I had to stop and pull it back out because the pressure against my cock nearly made me cum. On my fourth attempt, I was able to get it halfway inside.
I loved fucking Anne with that dildo. It was several inches longer and noticeably thicker than my average cock. Seeing the pleasure on her face as it stretched and split her pussy on the way in, and watching her labia lewdly clutch at it when I pulled it back out, was wildly erotic. That night, with my dick balls deep in Anne’s perfect ass, it took us both to a whole new level of ecstasy.
I started alternatelyfucking Anne’s needy holes. When I slid my cock out of her ass I forced the huge dildo further into her quivering cunt. When I pulled the toy out, my cock resumed its rightful place deep in her gorgeous butt.
“Ungh, ungh, ungh,” Anne groaned. “So much dick. So fucking good.” She reached between her legs and diddled her engorged clit.
The sight of Anne touching herself as I reamed her pussy and ass pushed me over the edge. I whipped out my pulsating cock just as the first blast of jizz rocketed over her stomach and landed below her bra. My fist was a blur across my shaft as I stroked more globs of sticky sperm onto Anne’s heavenly body. A pool collected in her belly button and some splashed onto her garter belt. The last drops landed on her fingers which were furiously rubbing her clit.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” Anne squealed. She rubbed my cum into her clit as I worked the long, fat dildo deep into her quaking pussy. Anne shuddered and shrieked as the orgasmic tremors rocked her body. Her face was a picture of blissful agony until finally the waves subsided and her body relaxed.
*****
On Monday I came home from work to find that Anne had hung the Star Wars poster in the den. My cock immediately started to stiffen at the innocent, yet highly effective reminder of Thursday’s intense fucking. “I think I’m starting to like this picture,” I said to myself. Then I left the den in a single-minded search for my sexy wife.
Living the student life is great; all the parties and hot looking guys are really all any girl could ask for. Being a nineteen year old brunette with a pretty face and a well toned, sexy body, I’ve never had to ask, though. I have slept with quite a few of the guys at college, but there is one in particular that I will always remember. Chris is in my psychology class, and damn, is he ever hot! He has the most piercing, baby blue eyes I have ever seen; and his long dark eyelashes only serve to accentuate their beauty even more. I used to catch him watching me out of the corner of my eye; but he was always too shy to come speak to me.
Being a part-time web-cam model, I’m not exactly what you would call the shy type, so I made the first move. Up close, he was even better looking than I had realised. The features of his face were so sharp; almost perfectly symmetrical in fact, and I just couldn’t take my eyes of his, thick, full lips. I must have been standing there right in front of him, for at least a minute, and hadn’t said anything, because he was looking at me with a bemused expression on his face.
“Hehi, I’m Vickie.” I stuttered. “Um, how are you finding the class?” I went on; saying the first thing that came to mind.
“The class is ok, I suppose, but I could think of better things to be doing; oh and sorry, I’m Chris, pleased to meet you, Vickie.” He said, with a cheeky grin playing at the corners of his lips. “I was going to go for a drink at the student union if you would like to join me?” He continued; looking a lot more relaxed, now that the introductions were over.
“Sure.“ I said, Smiling back; and motioning to him to lead the way.
When we got to the bar, Chris went to get the drinks, while I found us a table. As I sat waiting, my mind began to drift off, and I began fantasizing about what it would be like to have sex with Chris, right there, on the table; my little skirt hitched up round my waist, my panties pulled to the side, as he frantically pumped his cock in and out of my sopping wet cunt.I looked up and seen that Chris had come back from the bar. He smiled at me as he set my drink down on the table in front of me; but all I could think about as I looked up at him, was having those lips pressed against my asshole and clit, as he explored my pussy with his tongue. No other guy had ever made me feel so horny, and we weren’t even having sex yet, we were just sitting in a bar about to have a drink. It was then that I decided I couldn’t wait until we got through all the small talk and got back to the dorms - I had to have him now.
“I’m really sorry, Chris, but there’s something I need to do; could you come and help me?” I said, taking him by surprise.
Before he even had time to answer, I had stood up, took him by the hand, and was leading him towards the bathrooms that were at the back of the bar. I turned around and winked at him as I pushed open the door to the disabled stall, and pulled him inside. A huge grin spread across his face, and his cheeks flushed red, as the realisation of what I was up to, dawned on him.
Wasting no time, I dropped to my knees, opened the buttons of his jeans, and in one fluid motion pull them down around his ankles. The sight of his cock growing stiff and hard, right before my eyes, made my pussy instantly start to moisten and I let out a deep sigh.
By now, I could see that Chris was fully erect, his huge member was bursting to be released from his cotton boxers; and my mouth was desperate for the taste of him too. I slowly slipped his boxers over his cock, savouring every inch of it as it was revealed to me; and feeling more pussy juices soak into my already saturated panties.
Chris was obviously excited too, because his hand shook as he took his cock by the shaft and guided it into my waiting mouth. The taste of his salty pre-cum sent shudders of lust all through my body and I began to suck vigorously right away, taking him deep in the back of my throat. The soft pubic hairs on his balls tickled my chin as I hungrily slurped and swallowed every inch of his delicious cock, drawing it in and out of my mouth, again, and again, causing him to moan with pleasure.
“Aww Vickiiiee, suck…my…co..ock.” Chris moaned, obviously over his earlier shyness.
“Show me what a good little slut you are.” He hissed through gritted teeth, as he thrust his hips back and forward, fucking my mouth harder with each stroke.
I felt his legs were beginning to tremble, and fearing he was going to shoot his load in my mouth before I’d have the chance to feel him pounding into my now dripping wet cunt; I pushed him gently away, so only the head of his cock remained resting on my tongue. Taking that as a sign, Chris
withdrew from my mouth, and taking me by the hands, hoisted me back to my feet.
Still holding onto my hands, Chris wasted no time in spinning me round so that I was now facing the wall. I felt him breathing heavily as he leaned close to my ear, and whispered. “I’m going to bend you over this sink and fuck you hard in your slutty little pussy. You’d like that, would you?”
“Emm” I purred back at him. “Yeah baby, I want you to stretch my pussy with that huge cock of yours. Come on Chris, make me your dirty slut.”
Hearing me talk like a dirty little whore seemed to do the trick. Chris gripped my skirt, and with one deft move, yanked it down, revealing my tiny white thong and tight little ass. He gripped each of my wrists and forced me to place my hands on the sink; one on either side. Placing his foot between my legs, he pushed them apart, causing my ass to arch higher in the air; and giving him a nice welcome target. Chris was so turned on that he didn’t even bother to take my panties off, instead he pulled them to the side, just like In the fantasy I’d had earlier. My heart was racing now, as I waited for Chris to fill me with his huge cock. I felt him press the head against my pussy opening and I began to quiver with anticipation. It was pure heaven as Chris slid every inch of his shaft slowly into my waiting cunt. I started moaning with pleasure, wriggling my hips, trying to take him even deeper into my womb.
Chris, as though sensing my desire, began sliding in and out of my cunt, in long deliberate strokes. His rhythm matched my own perfectly; and I was so wet now that his cock was making huge slurping sounds as he jack hammered my drenched pussy.
“Augh awh awh, yea yea yeah, yeassss. Fucckk meee!” I gasped, as Chris continued to pummel my cunt, with ever increasing intensity.
Now it was my legs which were starting to tremble. I could feel my pussy lips beginning to tighten around the huge cock that was filling me to my core; and I knew that I was about to cum.
“Fuck me faster!” I screamed. “I’m going to cum all over your fucking dick!”
“Yeah vickiiieee, yeahh Vickieee. Emh emh emh emh aaahh!” Chris cried out, increasing his pace and fucking me so hard I thought my legs would buckle beneath me at any moment.
I couldn’t hold on anymore, my pussy lips began to spasm as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure wracked my body. Then something happened, that had never happened to me before. As my climax reached its peak, streams of pussy juice gushed from my engorged cunt, soaking Chris’s balls and running down his legs. I thought he would get really pissed off; but instead he slipped his cock out of my used pussy and dropped to his knees, and with skillful fingers he began rubbing my clit until I
started to cum for the second time.
Chris pressed his gorgeous lips to my swollen opening and buried his tongue deep inside its walls, lapping up the every last drop of liquid, as I squirted into his waiting mouth. Standing back up, he ran his hand from my clit to my asshole, soaking his hand in pussy juice as he went. I had never let anyone fuck me in my ass before, but as Chris began to slowly slip two fingers that were lubricated with my own cum, into my pink little sphincter, I knew that was about to change.
“Come in my Ass, Chris.” I begged him over my shoulder. “I want to feel you in my ass, right now.”
Chris didn’t need any more prompting than that; he quickly pulled me over to the toilet and pushed me down by my shoulders so that I was sitting on the seat. He slid me towards him so that my ass was resting right on edge of the seat and then pushed my legs back, revealing my virgin rosebud in all its glory. Hunkering down in front of me, Chris placed the head of his cock, which was still sticky from my pussy juices, against my anal passage; and pushing slowly, his knob started to stretch my tiny opening and allow him to inch his way into me.
“Aaah aah fuucck.” I groaned. The pain of having Chris’s more than ample cock, venture deeper into my bowels with each stroke, was almost too much to take at first; but with each inward thrust I found myself starting to relax into it, and enjoy the feeling of having my asshole filled with cock. I stretched my arms behind me, grabbing the cistern lid, and began to grunt in time with Chris’s rhythm, thrusting my hips forward to meet his. My mind was now whirling with this new found pleasure.
Looking up at the expression on his face, I could tell Chris was almost ready cum, so I pulled my top off over my head, exposing my perky 19 years old breasts, which we’d totally neglected in the frenzy. Chris immediately cupped them in his hands, while continuing to pump his cock, at an ever quickening pace, in and out of my shithole. Chris twisted each nipple in turn, causing me to let out a little yelp of pleasure, which seemed to turn him on even more.
He started pounding his cock into my well stretched asshole, grunting and moaning all the while. I reached down between my legs and vigorously fingered my clit and cunt. The combination of the anal assault, and the fact that my pussy was already sensitive from the fucking it had just received, meant that within minutes I was soaking my hand and stomach as I squirted for the third time.
Chris’s face began to contort, and it was clear he could no longer contain his own orgasm. “Oooh shit, I’m gonna fuckin’ cummm!” He managed to grumble, before I felt his cock begin to pulse and throb inside my anal passage, as he pumped jets of hot jizz deep into my belly. With a grunt and a final thrust, he collapsed on top of me, both of us drenched in sweat; and I sighed content that I had finally lost my anal virginity.
It’s funny, the last thing I remember from that night is Chris’s thick cum as it ran out of my asshole; and it’s also the reason that I have let him use my ass as his personal cum bucket, ever since.
She had been both awaiting this day and dreading this day for a long time. Her 18th birthday party. She had turned 18 just a few days before, but the town tradition was to wait until the first weekend after turning 18 in order to celebrate. Her town however was a little different than any other.
It was the night of Halloween and Nick had been invited to a house party. He didn’t know the hostess particularly well, she was more a friend of a friend, and so most of the people there were complete strangers to him, except for the small group of friends he had arrived with.
It was a fancy dress party, and Nick had turned up dressed as The Joker.
Upon arrival he had sought out the hostess so he could thank her for the party, and he found her talking with a girl dressed as Harley Quinn. ‘Harley’ saw him approaching and, mimicking her character, waved to him, exclaiming “Over here, Mr J!”
Smiling to himself, Nick sauntered up to the pair of girls. He thanked the hostess and then turned to the other girl, “I wasn’t expecting to see you here, Harley”.
Nick, and the girl dressed as Harley, hit it off straight away, spending most of the night talking and joking with one another.
They had been talking for a couple of hours, and the party was getting busier, so ‘Harley’ led Nick upstairs to the hostess’s bedroom, closing the door behind them. They knew they weren’t supposed to be in here, but that didn’t stop ‘Harley’ from pushing Nick onto the bed and straddling him. She kissed him passionately as he placed his hands on her hips.
She began to grind her pussy against Nick’s crotch, as his hands explored her body. He found the lacy bow at her back that kept her top in place and pulled at one end; the bow unravelled and her top became loose around her. She allowed him to pull it up over her head and then, grinning at him mischievously, she unclasped her bra and threw it aside.
Nick took one of her large breasts into his mouth and sucked, teasing her nipple with his tongue, as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. He sucked hard on her nipple, pulling at it slightly before letting it bounce back.
‘Harley’ pulled his trousers and boxers off all in one and then laid down between his legs, wrapping her mouth around his cock and running her tongue over the head. Nick put his fingers through her hair and used his hand to control the speed at which she bobbed her head while sucking on his throbbing dick. She was talented, and could take a lot of his shaft down her throat before gagging.
Without taking his cock out of her mouth ‘Harley’ spun around so that her pussy was close to Nick’s face. She was wearing a skirt, and with this new point of view Nick realised that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She was already incredibly wet, and Nick caught a strand of her cum on his tongue before licking all the way up and down between her lips. Nick’s tongue explored every part of her pussy, as she quietly moaned against his cock.
For the first time in fifteen minutes ‘Harley’ took Nick’s cock out of her mouth. “I want to feel you inside of me” she panted, as Nick’s tongue flicked over her clit rapidly.
She spun around again, grabbed Nick’s cock, and guided it inside her dripping cunt. Nick moaned as she slowly slid all of the way down his cock and then back up again in a single, smooth motion. She gradually built up speed as she rode him until they reached a steady pace.
‘Harley’ ground her clit against Nick as his cock slipped in and out of her pussy. She leant further over him and he sucked eagerly on one of her nipples, while he teased the other with his fingers, gently squeezing it.
Nick clamped a hand over ‘Harley’s’ mouth as she moaned loudly. He flipped her onto her stomach, positioned himself between her legs and thrust into her, his hand still stifling her moans. He was pounding her tight cunt hard and fast, her breathing heavy against his hand.
‘Harley’ felt the pleasure growing throughout her body and thrust back against Nick as he thrust forward. She was so wet that it could be heard each time Nick’s throbbing cock plunged into her.
She felt Nick’s fingers rubbing her clit just as her climax hit. Her orgasm was so intense she was gasping for air. She could feel a pressure in her pussy she hadn’t felt before and, when Nick pulled out of her, she squirted for the first time in her life. Nick’s fingers were still vigorously rubbing her clit and wave after wave of cum gushed out of her. The bed was drenched by the time she had finished her orgasm.
Her pussy was still convulsing when Nick rammed his shaft back inside her. The walls of her cunt massaged his cock as he fucked her in short shallow strokes, and it wasn’t long before he reached his own orgasm, his cum mixing with what was left of her own as he shot a river of potent seed inside her.
They got dressed and went back to the party. Cum leaked down ‘Harley’s’ legs as they mingled with the other guests. When no one but Nick was looking she used her finger to wipe it up and then sucked on it seductively.
Nick received a text a few weeks later from a number his phone didn’t recognise. The message read “Hi, were you dressed as The Joker at Halloween? I was Harley Quinn. We need to talk…”
Faye was in her third and final year of university. She was 5′2″, brunette, with large perky breasts and wide hips.
She shared a flat with four other girls and one guy. The place wasn’t great, but they were students and had to take what they could get. The flat resided above a small shop, and the building’s peculiar shape meant that, from her window, she could see into the bathroom and vice versa. Of course, the bathroom windows were frosted, so she couldn’t actually see anything.
Nick, Faye’s only male flatmate, was in his room waiting for Faye to finish in the shower so that he could use it. He heard her leave the bathroom, and so he grabbed his towel and went to take a shower.
The bathroom was uncomfortably full of steam, so he opened the windows to let some of it out. He removed his clothes and stepped into the shower, turned the water on, and went about his usual routine.
A couple of minutes went by before he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Looking for the source, he noticed that, with the windows wide open, he could see directly into Faye’s room. The movement he saw had been Faye herself moving into view of the window, wrapped in her large orange towel.
Oblivious to the fact that Nick was watching, Faye let her towel drop to the floor.
Nick’s cock hardened at the sight of Faye’s naked form and he began stroking himself slowly, watching as Faye picked up her towel and began drying herself. He imagined what he would like to do to Faye as he continued pumping his throbbing cock, the speed of his strokes increasing as his pleasure built.
Faye, now sufficiently dry, threw her towel on the floor and turned to grab something from the windowsill. Caught up in his pleasure, Nick didn’t think to hide what he was doing until it was too late. Faye saw everything.
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing; her flatmate, jerking his cock as he perved on her naked body. Her gut reaction was anger, and she had already stormed into the bathroom before thinking to cover herself. She marched straight towards Nick, a barrage of abuse forming in her mouth. Before she could utter a word, however, Nick lost control. He shot stream after stream of hot cum in Faye’s direction, coating her face and tits.
Her anger faded into amused disbelief. She was miffed by what Nick had done, but enjoyed the knowledge that he had blown his load thinking of her. She sighed, looking down at her cum covered breasts. “I need to wash this off!” she said, answering Nick’s puzzled expression as she climbed into the shower.
Nick watched as Faye let the water mix with his cum on her body and, as it didn’t wash off easily, rubbed it all over herself. His cock was getting hard again, which Faye quickly noticed. “Seriously?” she asked. She had to admit, she was a little turned on by everything that had happened, and especially now Nick’s hard cock was inches away from her fertile pussy.
Dropping to her knees, she took the head of Nick’s dick into her mouth and began massaging it with her tongue. She slid a hand between her legs as she sucked his cock, rubbing her clit and slipping two fingers into her wet cunt.
She could tell Nick was getting close to cumming, so she stood up and bent over in front of him, before guiding his cock inside her. She pushed back, taking him to the hilt into her, and then forward, in long slow strokes.
It wasn’t long before Nick moaned “I should probably pull out, I’m gonna cum”.
“Not yet, I’m so close!” Faye whimpered, as she worked his shaft.
“No seriously, I’m about to cum!” Nick exclaimed, stepping backwards so he could pull out.
He had almost completely withdrawn from her when Faye slammed her hips backwards. Nick felt the tight wet walls of Faye’s highly fertile pussy clench the entire length of his cock as he re-entered her, the sensation proving too much as he began spewing potent cum against her cervix. Paralysed by his orgasm he emptied his balls deep inside her.
Casually, and without saying a word, Faye pulled off of his cock, and went back to her bedroom.
Nick watched, through the still open window, as Faye laid down on her bed and angled her hips upwards.
“If he’s going to perv on me, then I’m getting a baby!” she thought, pushing some of the cum that had leaked out back into her pussy
This is based on a neighbour of mine (not the one in the previous story), however, it is mostly fantasy. Everything up to the parcel is true. The sex is just what I would like to happen ;)
Growing up Nick showed little interest in Sally, the girl next door. She was, after all, seven years younger than him and, as a teenage boy, Nick wanted nothing to do with the younger kids on the street.
The years went by and Nick moved in to his own place a few towns over.
He would catch Sally ogling him when he visited his parents. Though, as flattered as he was by her affection, he was aware of her age and ignored the flirtatious looks she gave him.
Years later still, due to unfortunate circumstances, Nick found himself moving back in with his parents.
He came home one day to find a note. Someone had tried to deliver a parcel but, as no one was in, had left it with the neighbours. As the first one home Nick figured he should go get the parcel.
It was Sally who answered the door. For the first time in years Nick looked at Sally properly. He knew she had recently turned eighteen, lessening the guilt he felt as he now ogled her for the first time. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, her clothes clinging to the ample curves of her body.
Distracted and turning slightly pink in the face, Nick managed to stammer “I think you have a package for me.”
Sally stood frozen for a few seconds before saying “I doooo!” and handed him the package.
Embarrassed by his reaction Nick thanked her and promptly left.
A few weeks went by, and then, one evening, Nick received a message on Facebook. It was Sally. She explained how her parents had gone on holiday and she was freaked out because she thought she saw someone in the garden. She asked Nick if he would come over and check that there was no one there.
Nick grabbed a torch and searched the garden, it was clear. Relieved, Sally invited Nick inside and made them both a cup of tea. She was still a little on edge and asked Nick if he would stay for a while. He agreed, and so they sat down to watch a film.
It was getting late, and half way through the film Sally asked if it was okay for her to go and get into her pyjamas. Mental images of Sally undressing filled Nick’s head. He shook himself out of it long enough to say “Sure!”. He paused the film as Sally ran upstairs and then waited.
Ten minutes later, Sally returned. She was wearing a long T-Shirt that only just covered her ass and, as she walked across the room, it rode up, revealing a cute pair of dark red panties.
She sat next to Nick on the sofa and covered herself with a large blanket, her head poking out the top of it. The night was getting colder and it wasn’t long before Sally gestured for Nick to join her under the blanket.
They cuddled up and, after about fifteen minutes, decided this position was too uncomfortable to maintain. Sliding their legs down the sofa, they instead began to spoon. Sally’s butt was pressed against Nick’s crotch, and he tried desperately to control himself. He lost it, however, when Sally, trying to get more comfortable, wiggled her ass against his cock.
A mild panic gripped him as he felt his cock growing harder, pressing against Sally’s butt. Without saying a word, Sally reached behind her and started stroking his cock through his trousers. Shocked, but excited, Nick unbuttoned them, pulling them, and his boxers, down onto his thighs. Sally gripped his cock and began a slow pumping motion, while Nick slid a hand into her panties.
They played with each other like this for a few minutes then, pulling her panties to the side, Sally guided Nick’s hard shaft inside her. He slowly thrust into her, the wet walls of her vagina swallowing his cock. They enjoyed a long, slow fuck and were both nearing climax when the front door burst open and Sally’s parents came marching into the room (They had come home a day early to avoid the blizzard that had been forecast).
Nick was glad the blanket was still covering them, he didn’t think her parents would be pleased if they saw him balls deep in their eighteen year old daughter.
Sally quickly explained about the person she thought she saw, and her parents thanked Nick for looking after her, still oblivious to the fact he was close to blowing his load inside their baby girl.
Unfortunately, Sally’s mum liked the film they were pretending to watch, so she, and her husband, sat on the sofa across the room and started watching the film.
A few minutes passed, and Sally’s parents were now completely engrossed by the movie. Keeping an eye on them to ensure they weren’t watching, Nick ever so slowly began to thrust into Sally. She turned, looking at him with a face of “What are you doing?”. He gave a slight shrug, grinning mischievously, and resumed fucking her hot, wet pussy.
A thought suddenly struck Sally, she hadn’t told Nick she wasn’t on birth control and now, with her parents mere feet away, there was no way of letting him know without them noticing. The fear that she might get pregnant caused her to tense up and, to her horror, this included her pussy. The walls of Sally’s vagina closed around Nick’s cock as he continued to thrust, and stream after stream of potent cum splashed against her cervix.
The feel of her overflowing pussy, and the thrill (as scary as it was) that she might soon be explaining to her parents that she got knocked up as they sat in the room became too much for Sally and she rubbed her clit to her own explosive orgasm, Nick coughing loudly to cover up her moans.
It was another hour before her parents finally went up to bed and Nick pulled out of Sally. With the cum locked inside her by Nick’s cock for an hour there had been no where for it to go than into her womb, so nothing came out of her when she tried pushing.
Sally’s parents kept her busy over the next few days and she found it impossible to sneak out. The window for taking the morning after pill closed, and a few weeks later Sally approached her parents.
I had barely known her. Dani, I think her name was. She was a pretty little thing. A sweet girl, maybe a little too sweet. I didn’t bother to ask her if she was of age, I just kind of figured she was. She was after all at the party. This was a party for the grown ups.
One thing that I had noticed that Dani was trying to being social, trying to get along with the others. She did seem a bit a bored, almost at the verge of leaving to go find something to do. I could only hope that when after I approached her, I could be that somethingshe had decided to do.
Though as she leaned over to pick up her shoes, and her jacket, I just happened to be there, for her to bump right into. Allowing her to press that rear of hers ever so surely back against my crotch. Making her jump slightly in surprise. Mostly at the feel of that slight press of that muscle rubbing against her through those jeans. Maybe it was slight shock, or embarrassment, she let herself linger for a couple seconds longer. Almost experiencing that thickening muscle as it pressed against her through the two barriers that separated us.
Easing herself back up, she took a step forward again. I could tell she was a little embarrassed. The faint red upon her cheeks even as I stared at her with that predatory gaze. The same look that seemed to have brought on a small shiver. She hadn’t moved at least not, nor had she said much, as we stared at each other for a moment. As if contemplating what to do.
“James,” I offered just loud enough for her to hear. A lie, but then again I hadn’t planned on seeing her again. I was just wasn’t looking for any sort of commitment. Just to get my enjoyment.
“Dani,” she offered with that coy little embarrassed smile.
At least she wasn’t trying to get away from me. I wouldn’t have blamed her if she had. After all, she had just put herself in a rather awkward situation. Maybe she just wasn’t sure how to get herself out of it. I wasn’t exactly going to let her get to far. Oh no, she was just the one I wanted.
Slender body, a nice ass ass, and a set of tits that were bigger then handfuls. I wanted to change that, ruin this body of hers. Put a little weight on her, and destroy this body of hers. It made my cock twitch at that thought of seeing her nine months from now, waddling around with that baby fat. Breasts swollen with milk, ready to burst. It was an arousing thought. I could only hope she wasn’t on any certain birth control.
Now fast forward, a couple more minutes, and I couldn’t really remember how we got from the crowded living room to upstairs hall way closet. It might not have been the sexiest of locations, but I wasn’t going to complain. I could just write it off as a location that I have had sex in.
I could still remember the way I had her body bent over slightly. Those elastic waist band of her black pants wrapped around her knees, with no panties in sight. Hell, I could remember just then thinking that she was here to fuck. Why else had she had let me bring her to a closet. A complete stranger. There had been no mention of protection or even pulling out.
Only her little whimpers as I teased her body. Nibbling on side of her ear. My hands pulling up that hoodie up to let my hands cup those breasts. My own jeans were down to my ankles. Lingering there as I ground my own hard cock against her. rubbing the upper portion up to tease along the lips of her pussy. Teasing her all the way until she couldn’t take it anymore.
I couldn’t help but love the feel of her soft fingers wrapping themselves around my hard cock. Gripping onto it tightly so I could hold still long enough so she could guide it up. She brought the fat head up to press right against the lips of her pussy and forced the head to spread her. Making her groan out loud. My first couple inches disappeared with in.
She was so damn tight, and so fucking wet. Her juices were dribbling down upon the length of my cock. Letting it dribble down upon those heavy cum laden balls of mine. I had been saving up several days worth till I could find the right female. I couldn’t help but groan as I felt her release her grip and let me take that control. I let my right hand to around her breast, and the other came to her hip. Clinging onto it tightly.
I never was a patient man, had I mentioned that before? Maybe that was the reason why I had to drive myself in deep all at once. I wanted to make her squirm, I wanted to make her gasp. Bounce up a little bit. Which is why I drove myself forward. Slamming my hips right up into her. To force feed all of that hard cock up within her. Her hands pressed against the wall. Nails pressing into the center trim board. Probably digging into it from the surprise of me doing so. I could only let myself linger inside but for a couple seconds. To savor the tightness I was ruining.
The sound of her whimpers were like music to my ears. I could hear it only because of the close proximity of us being together. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to hear it over the thumping music and voices coming from downstairs.
My hips drew back, and slammed back forward. Making my pelvis bounce off of her ass I drew in deep inside of her with each thrust. Rough, thrusts that made her bounce with it. To push up against that wall. It didn’t help that she was trying to keep herself being fucked right into the wall. I wasn’t trying to be gentle. I wanted to fuck, and I wanted to unload inside of her, kind of quickly. Though she still hadn’t mentioned any complaints.
Rapid, harsh thrusts as I growled into her ear. Fucking her roughly, though she was probably going to be a bit sore the next day. The way I kept fucking her, pounding my hard cock up inside of her. Over and over I drove into her. My lips pressing against her neck. Growling into it, as I bit her. That seemed to get a reaction out of her, making her clench hard on my cock as well. Each time I bit or nibbled on her flesh she clenched down hard on my cock. Until she started to cum. Her entire body started to shake even as one her hands came back to clench at one of my thighs. Nails digging into the flesh slightly.
I didn’t mind so much as I kept taking her. The fact that I was making her cum from this hard fucking was intoxicating. It was almost like I was trying to mark my territory. To show her that she was mine to use. Not that I had any intention of keeping her.
By the third orgasm, I was getting close. I could feel myself twitching inside of her. Pulsating and throbbing. Thickening, and I could feel my balls tingling just before I started to cum. I growled into her ear and slammed into her a few more times before pinning myself hard into her. Pressing myself as deep as I could. Her eyes shot open and she gasped when she felt the first stream of that hot stream shot up into her. She tried to push me off, to get me to back off of her. Though she was to weak, too drunk on her own pleasure.
My only thought was she was afraid she was going to get pregnant. Maybe she was just remembering she was ovulating or something. I hadn’t really cared though. I was trying to do just that. Maybe it was the fact that I kept throbbing inside of her. Emptying stream after stream inside of her fertile pussy, that it made her cum again. Making her cervix drink right up that cum. Her hands clenched at my wrists. Digging her nails into them. Until the pleasure washed over me. God I wanted to do it again. I finally slid out of her, and she slumped downward. It must of been her legs finally giving out. She knelt there, lingering. My juices dripping out of her as she leaned against that wall. Her eyes closed.
She never even noticed when I pulled my pants up, and left. Well maybe she did till later. She never even got my number.
It wasn’t until months later, that I saw her again. Walking around that grocery store, with a very large bulge bouncing slightly. MMmph, she was a damn sexy sight. I left then, making sure she hadn’t seen me. Maybe it was time to shop some where else.
At least I knew my work was done.
This one is for my special followers who requested a story from me. I hope she enjoys.
Sorry I have not written in a while. I have had a lot of things happen recently. With moving and visiting old relatives. I also became pregnant again, but I will talk about that later.
As I mentioned before my husband married me after he finish graduate school. We had a long online relationship. He was my first time but I was not his.
When my husband moved to China to be with me he could not work for the first few months until his correct visa was done. After we married he could get a spouse visa but still had to apply for a work visa. Luckily my aunt is a businesswoman and her brother-in-law had a business that could use the skills my husband had in computers.
His boss is not a good man like my husband is. He has a wife and a child but I know he sees other women, but I could not complain that he gave my husband a job. I would always call him uncle but after he hired my husband I just called him Boss too. He is a white man as well but not from the same country as my husband. He is actually from Germany.
Since he is a member of my family he knows a lot about my husband and my situation. He knew we lived with my parents in a smaller apartment so he offered to rent us an apartment he owns. He use to stay in this apartment but frequently travels around the world and his parents live in the apartment across the hall. I knew of the apartments because my aunt also lives on another floor in the same building. They are really nice and I accepted because I felt it would give my husband some face for taking care of me and not living with my parents.
I should have thought better at the time but I do not regret the decision.
We lived in the new apartment for a few months before I quit my own job. I was working because I was bored so when my husband mentioned it to my boss during a night out he offered to hire me in his company. It was nice because my husband and I got to travel to work in the morning.
I feel like I am rambling so I will just say it. The real father of my son is my husband (and my) former boss.
It happened one night in the Spring. Often my husband and our boss would go out when he was in Shenzhen. They would then share a taxi home. Boss’s parents do not live in the apartment all year long but they stay in Shenzhen during the cooler months of the year.
They would usually stay very long at the bar and just come home and go to sleep. My husband called me earlier to tell me that he would be coming home early since I knew he was going out after I left work.
I was surprised to see him and our boss at the door. My husband was already very drunk and told me to get some food and more alcohol. My husband can’t drink very well so I wasn’t surprised he was drunk, just annoyed because I thought he would be normal when he came home. I thought we could have sex to make a baby since I was keeping track of my cycle religiously by then and it was a good time. I was also dressed a little extra sexy than I would be if I knew there would be guests at our home.
I served food and more alcohol. I even drank some since I thought my husband would be too drunk to do anything. They arrived home around 7 at night and continued to eat, drink, and talk for 5 hours. I did have fun. My husband is very funny when he is drunk, and Boss always knows how to entertain.
Eventually we ran out of beer and wine so I went down the elevator to a store at the bottom of our building to buy some more. I didn’t realize how drunk I was until I went to get more beer. By the time I got back home all the lights were off in the main room. When I turned on the lights no one was in the living area so I put the beer down and went to the spare bedroom.
Boss mentioned before I went to go get beer if he could sleep at the home here because he didn’t want to wake his parents. I looked into our spare bedroom and saw a body still in business clothes on the bed. I quietly closed the door and went to my bedroom. Our bedroom is actually smaller than the spare bedroom because we let my parents or his stay in the big bedroom.
It was dark in my bedroom and I didn’t want to wake my husband so I quietly took off my clothes. I was so drunk I didn’t bother to get my night clothes on and just crawled into bed with my panties on.
I could feel my husband’s warmth under the blankets, he smelled like the alcohol we had been drinking. I went to hug him and found he was able to take his clothes off before going to sleep. I ran my arms up and down his hairy chest. He felt different but I thought it was just me from the alcohol.
He rolled over and started to kiss me. His lips felt so good. He kissed me like he was starving for me. We had not had sex for over a month and I was dying as well.
It was so dark I couldn’t see him but I should have known it wasn’t my husband when he entered me. He felt bigger than what I was use to with my husband and it hurt a little. I just thought he really needed me. He was a lot rougher too, holding me by the neck as he took me in many different positions. I tried to keep quiet because I thought Boss was in the next room but my stifled moans only turned him on more.
He filled me with a lot of his semen. I never felt it when my husband shot it into me but I did this night. I was exhausted and fell asleep with him still inside of me. Later that night I could feel him pumping into me again, this time slowly. Although I couldn’t see his eyes we started at each other and made love.
I drifted off to sleep again after he released inside of me again. I was really drunk did not need any help going to sleep.
I woke up right before the sun started to come up and I turned to my husband smiling only to become horrified. Laying there next to me was Boss, not my husband. I quickly turned over and just pretended to sleep. I didn’t know what to do. If I didn’t leave maybe my husband would walk in and see me in bed with another man. Also, maybe Boss would just think the sex was a dream. Before I could move though I felt Boss stir next to me and put his arm over me. I kept my eyes shut pretending I was asleep with my back toward him. His hand traced my back and down to my ass where he started to rub my pussy from behind.
I couldn’t believe he wanted to have me again but I would not show him that I was awake. He kissed the back of my neck and pushed himself into me from behind. I was wet and he entered me easily like he had streched me out only a few hours before.
Not being so drunk anymore I could really feel him this time. The width, the length, the veins running up and down his dick pushing against my insides. No one had ever touched me that deep before. When he would push all the way into me I could feel him push into my cervix. It hurt bet felt good at the same time.
I couldn’t hold my moans back anymore and tried to cover my mouth with my hand. Boss rolled me onto my back and took my hands away and held them over my head and kissed me on the lips. I opened my eyes and his deep blue eyes were piercing me. I stuck my tongue back in his mouth and we made love again and I accepted the pleasure he was giving me.
He finished inside of me again and slowly pulled himself out and off of me. I laid there on my back with my legs propped up and spread wide just waiting for him to say something. He just looked down at his semen dripping out of me and just gave me a smile. He then leaned down and kissed me on my lips. I don’t know why but I kissed him back letting his tongue taste me. He then turned and left. I heard the front door close and I just laid back in bed.
I reached between my legs and felt the semen coming out of me. It wasn’t until then that I realized that it was the time of the month for me to conceive a child. I started to cry. My husband was going to leave me and I would be a single mother.
I can’t explain why I did it but I immediately stopped crying and went into the other room where my husband was sleeping. He was in the same position that I noticed earlier. I pulled off all his clothes and got in bed with him. I pretend to sleep until he got up and pretended to wake up with him.
I told him he was amazing in bed last night and quickly put on some clothes to get him some headache medicine.
Janey didn’t like floating at other apartment complexes in the company. It wasn’t that she minded helping out, it was just that the extra driving time and then working at a place she was unfamiliar with caused her extra stress. It wasn’t the big stuff. It was not knowing where the paper clips were or extra printer paper. It was getting a phone call from a tenant wanting to know if the paperwork they asked for was sent off last week. How should she know?
On the way there Janey called the supervisor of the property. She thanked her profusely for helping out and answered the questions she had about the day’s work. Right before she hung up the supervisor said, “Oh, by the way, Janey, a small package came for you yesterday just before we were locking up. I knew you’d be here today so I left it on the desk for you.”
She was puzzled why someone would send a package to the property where she’d been filling in for only a couple days, but didn’t really think too much of it. She finished the drive and unlocked the doors. She noticed the package on the desk almost right away, but decided to get other things in order before before opening it up. More work probably.
She straightened up the desk where she’d be working. She put away a few stray papers that had been left out. It was warm, so she went over to the wall unit air conditioner and flipped the dial from one to two. Not high enough to be a noisy distraction, but a little bit better at keeping out the LA summer heat. She smoothed the wrinkles from her blouse and skirt, and got herself a bottle of water to sip on at her desk. Finally, now that everything was in order she remembered the mysterious package she had yet to open. A brief glance at the address slip showed very clearly that it was addressed directly to her. A small incision on the packing tape indicated that someone had started to accidentally open it, and then realized that it was for Janey at the last second.
She cut open the packaging with desk scissors and opened the cardboard shipping box. Inside she found another small box, wrapped neatly in silver paper with a purple ribbon, and a sealed card withjust the letter “j” on it. As she began to open the card, the phone rang. She sighed and answered with the envelope in her hand, unopened.
Before she finished her carefully practiced professional phone greeting a familiar voice interrupted her. “Janey. you’ve told me that you like being a submissive, but we’ve never gotten a chance to explore that in our relationship. Today is the day. I want to see if you have what it takes to truly obey me. I sent you presents. There is more to it, but it completely depends on how you handle yourself. Wear what is in the box all day long. The envelope has the rules of the game, as well as her first instruction.” She started to ask him a question, but he cut her off. “No questions. I’ll send you instructions throughout the day. Your reward or punishment is entirely up to you. Now open the card and then the box. I’ll be in touch.” And then he hung up without her even saying a word.
Janey’s mind was reeling. They had talked about D/s relationships before, and while her boyfriend seemed interested and perhaps even curious, she never really expected him to want to participate with her. They had experimented with light bondage once or twice and it had really turned her on. She never imagined that he could be her Dom. Her Sir. So she never brought it up to him. He was sweet, caring and attentive, but had never really shown any tendencies towards the “lifestyle” as she called it. The sex was good, even fulfilling though she still occasionally yearned for something more. In either case she loved him enough to not make it an issue.
With her heart racing she ripped open the envelope. Inside was a card with a short note. It read:
j-
You will wear what is inside the box all day long. No one is to know that you are wearing this. You will keep your cellphone on your desk all day long. When a message comes you will check it and follow the instructions immediately. You will also receive other messages and instructions from me throughout the day which you will follow. Some of these messages will be hidden or disguised. Whether you are punished or rewarded at the end of the day depends entirely on you. Under NO circumstance are you to climax before you have permission.
Your first instruction is this: Open your present. Wear it now. Your first number is the number that the air conditioning dial is set to.
-S
Her hands were shaking with excitement and she could barely contain herself as she ripped open the package. Inside was a small button shaped device, a series of straps, a tiny box with numbers on it that ranged from one to five, and a note. She snatched out the note and read it. “If you opened the
wrapping paper that I worked so hard on neatly, you may put this on in the privacy of the ladies’ room, and you may put you panties in you handbag. If you were an overexcited slut and ripped the paper, you will put this on right here, in the middle of the office and you will keep your panties in the top desk drawer all day.”
She bit her lip. He had never once called she a slut. It was just unlike him. But she couldn’t deny that it excited her. And she had been an eager little slut by ripping open the paper like she had.
She quickly peeked out the window and saw no one near the door. She slipped back behind the desk, and began following instructions - before someone could walk in and see! As quickly as she could she slid her lacy panties down her thighs and to her ankles. She fastened the device to the straps, and put it on, finding that it rested right up against her sensitive clit. She obediently turned the dial to “2” since that’s what the air conditioner dial was set to. She wondered now if she would only be at “1” if she hadn’t insisted on making it cooler in the room. The sensation on her clit was extraordinary, but the vibrator was exceptionally quiet. She took a deep breath. She could handle this for one day.
Just then she heard the door swing open. She yanked her skirt down as quickly as possible and straightened it up. Her first client was here for his appointment, ten minutes early. She stood up to shake his hand, and realized with horror as she stood up that her panties were still pulled down around her ankles! She stepped out of them as discreetly as possible, and kicked them carefully under the table. She blushed, hoping he didn’t notice, and stammered a greeting as she shook his hand. My god that was close!
Fortunately it was a quick appointment. She was distracted as the vibration built on her clit during the conversation, but he was only here to sign a lease, and she was able to get him out the door quickly. As soon as the door closed she flushed bright red andretrievedher panties from the floor, putting them obediently in the top drawer as she was told.
Seconds later a text message came through on her phone. It said simply “3”. She inhaled, and turned the dial, ramping up the vibrator. How was she possibly going to make it through a whole day like this?
She made it through several appointments and phone calls without any other close calls or incidents. A few messages came through switching her between one, two and three.
At one point one of her residents stopped by the office to use the microwave that was set up in the common area for anyone to use who needed it. It was used most often for the employees of the property to heat up lunch, but occasionally residents used it too. The resident came in in a big rush with a cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup. He stuffed the coffee in the microwave and punched the quick
key that was set to “reheat”.
After a few seconds he yanked the door open grabbed his cup, slamming the door. As he rushed out he rattled off an apology and said “Sorry, big hurry. I left some time on the microwave for you.”
She got up to clear it for him, and as she did, she noticed that the seconds remaining were 4. Was this a sign? Had he found some way to arrange for a guy to leave a number on the microwave to torment her? Was it merely a coincidence? Was she going to be punished if it was a message from him and she ignored it? What if it wasn’t a message and she obeyed? Would she be punished for that?
After some mild deliberation she decided that ignoring a message would be worse than obeying one that wasn’t intended. She turned the dial to 4. The sensation was incredible. By this point her clit was throbbing and her body was aching with desire. She no longer cared about punishment or reward, all she wanted was release. As she sat back and let the sensation nearly take over another text message came through. “Good.” How did he know?
She quickly regained composure (as best she could) and looked at the appointment book. She was almost done for the day, and except for routine paperwork there was only one more thing on the books. She gasped as she realized that the next and last appointment was a guided tour of one of the apartment units! How on earth was she going to manage that while completely under his control? She was at the point where all she could think about was the sensation streaming through her body from the pulsing vibrator on her clit.
The time ticked by and no instructions to reduce the number came through. After what felt like an eternity the door opened and her appointment arrived. The appointment was for a young married couple. They were energetic, well dressed and both very attractive. They seem a little tipsy as though they’d been having afternoon drinks and Janey noticed her bright lipstick on his neck. She was in such a state of heightened arousal right now that her eyes drifted down below his belt of their own accord. She caught herself and looked up almost right away, but his wife noticed the look in her eyes and smiled in a way that said she knew she was looking.
She stepped away to gather the paperwork (and to regain her composure), and heard them whispering back near the desk. When she came back and sat behind the desk, she noticed them both smiling and giving Janey appreciative looks. She was so aroused right now that she wasn’t sure she could resist her urges if they were to be forward with her during the tour.
She caught herself eyeballing his now blossoming erection as she stood up to begin the tour. She imagined his cock taking her over the arm of the couch in the display unit while his sexy wife
watched…or maybe she would participate and stroke her clit while her husband brought her to multiple screaming orgasms. Maybe she would make her please her first before she allowed Janey to have a taste of his ample manhood. Would the punishment she’d surely suffer later be worth the release now?
She debated for a moment and then quickly grabbed her phone and the remote control and stashed them in the compact purse she carried. She escorted them to the show unit on the little golf cart that the property had. As she drove, she noticed his hand drift up his wife’s thigh to slightly under her dress. She couldn’t see in her peripheral vision, but it almost looked like he was brushing his fingers up against her sex as Janey drove them.
When she finished the short trip she stood up to begin the tour, and there, on the seat of the cart were a few drops of her juices that had dripped from her sopping wet slit into the driver’s seat. As she got out of the golf cart, the woman reached across and used the cushion of the chair to pull herself out. Her hand ended up directly in the juices left by Janey’s arousal!
She turned bright red with shame and hurried to the door to unlock it and get the tour over with. Behind her she heard what sounded like a finger popping out of a mouth. She patted her behind and knew that she had a very large, very visible wet spot on the fabric of her skirt. Just then the phone beeped. “5”.
She whimpered and turned the dial to 5 as commanded. Maybe her lover - no, her Master - sent this couple to her as her reward. Maybe Sir knows just how difficult today has been for her. Maybe Sir knows that she’d been his obedient little slut, and that she wanted to let this couple fuck her and use her for their entertainment. Maybe Sir wouldn’t know if she were naughty behind the closed doors of the display unit. No. He said not to climax for any reason. She must behave… she must… “Is everything alright?” came a voice from behind her.
She snapped out of her fantasy to realize that it was her clients, waiting to be shown the apartment. She tried to rush through the features of the apartment, hoping they won’t notice her discomfort. The vibrator was pounding against her clit. Her knees feel week. She felt a gush of her juices running down her thigh. She squeezed them together to keep it from showing below her skirt, and it made the vibrator dig deeper into her clit. The entire time the sexy couple couldn’t seem to keep their hands off of each other.
She guided them to the bedroom. “And this bedroom is perfect for fuc…” She nearly choked as she caught herself, “…furniture.” The woman made eye contact with her and gave her a barely perceptible nod. She announced that she was going to go look at the rest of the apartment, leaving Janey alone with her husband. And his extremely prominent erection. He made eye contact with her. In that
instant Janey decided that she was going to suck his cock and let him fuck she right there. If his wife came back she was welcome watch, join, take over. Whatever she wanted. She didn’t care. She need to cum, and to cum now. She was going to plunge his cock into her pussy and milk every ounce of his load inside her. Screw the consequences.
She licked her lips and started to reach for his beckoning cock. Her fingertips brushed the fabric and began to trail up towards the zipper. At that moment her phone beeped. She paused. He held his breath. On her phone was a number. Zero.
Janey reluctantly withdrew her hand from his cock. With a sigh of relief she reached into her purse and flipped the knob to 0. She shuddered at the sudden lack of stimulation. His wife returned to the bedroom a minute and looks from Janey to him. She put her arms around him from behind, making sure Janey noticed her run her fingers directly up his fully hard cock. She arched an eyebrow at Janey as if to ask “Do she need me to pull it out and put it inside you?” Janey smiled demurely and finished the tour as professionally as she could manage.
On the way to the office she made a show of stroking his cock through his pants. Back at the office she finished the business portion of the tour, and they eagerly signed the lease. Janey watched as they got in their car to leave. The wife eyed Janey one more time lustily and blew her a kiss as her head disappeared below the dashboard. Janey wished she could be the one giving road head instead of being left wet, horny, and alone.
The rest of the day passed slowly. No more messages come through her phone. Every time she ran across a number between one and five she stopped to wonder if it was a secret message, or if turning the vibrator would violate the rules and result in punishment. Did touching that man’s cock through his pants count as breaking the rules? She considered taking matters into her own hands, and she found herself desperately wanting to let her fingers stray up her skirt. She resisted.
Finally her shift was coming to a close. She could go home and expect a nice reward from her lover. Her Master. Just then the door opened and a courier came through the door. He was a youngish goofy looking kid in a uniform that made him look even more gangly. He greeted her and commented that she must be filling in for the regular girl. This must be his regular delivery route. He handed her an envelope that is clearly from her Master.
She ripped it open and examined the contents. A slip of paper read “five”, and so she flipped the dial immediately and automatically forgetting that she was not alone. Involuntarily she moaned with pleasure. Also inside were two sealed envelopes. One read “Reward” on the outside, and the other read “Punishment”.
She leaned back, and closed her eyes, letting the vibrator begin working her back to the edge of orgasm. When suddenly the delivery boy cleared his throat. Oh my God! He was still here. “Miss, I need the company stamp on the line here,” and he handed her the clipboard.
“Oh, I don’t usually work here. Where is it?” “It’s in that top drawer there,” he pointed.
She froze. In that top drawer was the pair of panties she removed this morning. Long forgotten, but surely still slightly damp and smelling of her earthy musk. There was nothing to be done about it. She opened the drawer, making no effort to hide her panties - or her shame - and looked for the stamp.
His eyes widened as he noticed what was in the drawer. She decided that the harm was already done, so she pulled them from the drawer with a flourish, set them directly on the desk and gave him a sly smile. She got him the stamp he needed and pressed it onto the line. When she did she leaned forward and let him look down her shirt at her pert breasts.
After he practically skipped from the office with a grin Janey locked the door behind him with relief. The vibrator was still on full blast and Janey was on the edge of a screaming orgasm. She threw together all of the paperwork she needed to do hastily and sloppily. The supervisor for the property called, and she found herself pressing the vibrator against her clit, biting her lip against an orgasm during the phone call. She answered the questions as quickly as she could without letting out her moans and whimpers.
She stuffed the Reward and Punishment envelopes into her purse then she practically ran out the door. She locked it behind her and dropped the office key in the drop box. With a last tug on the door she decided to get home as quickly as possible to find out her fate. Then she saw them. Her discarded panties sitting in the middle of the desk, waiting to be found the next day.
She sat in her car, vibrator on full tilt and decided that she didn’t care about the punishment anymore. She began to let a full orgasm take hold finally. She was getting closer and closer. She was almost there. Her phone rang. She forced back the writhing screaming orgasm she was building to and answered the phone.
Her lover’s voice came through the other end of the line. “Turn off the vibrator. I hope you had a good day. I’ll see you in ten minutes. I have two great nights planned. Now take out the envelopes… and open the one you deserve.”
I was in a foulmood. My week had been full of deadlines and meetings and my asshole boss had dumped a huge workload on me. To top it off, the air conditioning in the office was broken, so I’d spent long days sweating in the office, longing to feel cool air on my skin.
It was Friday evening and, having decided that I no longer cared what my boss thought of me, I’d left the office on time, at 6pm. The commute home was doing nothing to improve my mood. Living out of down might make sense financially but it means having to deal with trains rammed full of rude business people on a daily basis. Already having to stand up, I scowled as we pulled into a stop. Bodies pressed against mine as the carriage filled up. The air was warm and thick and a trickle of sweat danced down my neck, lingering for a moment before slipping between my breasts. I sighed, longing to be home. My plans for Friday night were simple: wine, pizza, bath, vibrator, sleep. After the week I’d had, I deserved a relaxing evening.
I looked out of the window, noticing my reflection as the countryside passed by in a blur. I looked tired. My curly black hair was scraped back into a bun and I hadn’t had the energy to put on any makeup. I’d never considered myself a natural beauty but, luckily, I was blessed with unblemished dark skin, full lips and an enviably curvy figure. As the train sped past a church, I realised where we were. We’d be going round a sharp bend soon. Used to this journey, I braced myself for the turn, planting my feet wide apart. The person behind me was obviously less accustomed to the journey and fell forward as the train turned. I felt their body press up against me, particularly pushing into my round backside. A man muttered an apology and I craned my neck to see him. A smile fluttered over my lips as I quickly took him in. He was effortlessly handsome: olive skinned with large green eyes and brown hair. As I turned back around, I couldn’t stop thinking about his mouth. In contrast with his neatly trimmed thick beard, his lips looked soft and sensuous. I shook my head gently, trying and failing to dispel any thoughts of this stranger. Perhaps I’d have to change my plans slightly: vibrator, wine, pizza, bath, sleep.
At the next stop, even more people filed onto the train. Everyone shifted to accommodate them,meaning that any gaps were filled. I felt a gentle pressure against my back and knew that the handsome stranger had moved closer to me. As the train pulled out of the station, our bodies began to move as one. The train rocked gently and so did we, our bodies in perfect synergy. I sighed. It felt so good but was surely just a result of our circumstances. Would this man ever press himself against me if we weren’t squashed into a busy commuter train? Testing the water, I shifted my weight, pushing my thighs and backside against him. He didn’t pull back and our bodies continued to move together. At the next corner, he stumbled slightly and put his arm around me to balance himself. His arm remained there, holding me tightly against his body and I savoured the feeling of his strong hand against my body. It wasn’t just his hand that was touching me. As the train moved, a hardness began to stir in his crotch. He cleared his throat, pressing himself against me as he did so. Shivers ran through me as this stranger began to rub his crotch on my backside.
I glanced at my watch - only 15 more minutes until we arrived at my stop. If I wanted more, I had to make it happen now. Glad that I’d thrown on such a summery outfit that morning, I reached behind me, took the hem of my dress in my hand and lifted the skirt to my waist. From the front, I looked like any other woman taking the train. At the back, my dress was bunched up, leaving my silky skin exposed to the man rubbing himself against me. I heard a sound and smiled as I recognised it as a belt buckle being undone. Knowing what was coming made my breath quicken and I became aware of a wetness between my legs. Wordlessly, the stranger put his hand between my legs, gently forcing them apart. I leant forward slightly and felt his fingers pull my knickers to the side, then gently graze my slit. They stayed there for a minute or two, resting between my wet pussy lips. I moaned slightly as he pulled away, disappointed at the emptiness he’d left me with. My groan soon turned to one of pleasure as I felt something bigger than a finger between my legs. Trying to act as casually as possible, I leant against the wall, silently begging my new friend to push his cock inside me. He obliged. It took all of my strength not to moan or cry our as he filled my tight wet hole. He stayed inside me, letting the train move our bodies instead of sliding his cock in and out of me. It was ecstasy, feeling a stranger inside me in a public space. I’m sure one or two passengers were aware of what we were doing but I was too aroused to care. My hand found my clit and I began to rub my little bud. At the same time, I felt fingers brush my ass as the stranger squeezed and stroked his balls.
Mere minutes before we arrived at my stop, I felt the pressure rise inside me. I moved my fingers faster on my clit, tracing hard circles on my sensitive skin. It normally takes a lot to bring me to orgasm but the sheer eroticism of the situation was more than I could handle. As if he knew what I was thinking, the stranger removed his hand from his balls and moved it to my chest, pinching my nipple. Even through my dress and the thin material of my lacy bra, his touch felt divine. The train began to slow and he thrust into me. Once, twice, three times was all I needed to push me over the edge. I bit my lip as I came, my orgasm flowing through me in intense waves. The spasming of my muscles around his cock must have been amazing because, within seconds, I felt a thick, warm liquid filling me. The stranger moved both hands to my waist and held me there for a minute, keeping our bodies close as we both came down from our climax. “I get off at the next stop” I said, my voice huskier than I expected.
He didn’t reply but slowly pulled his still-hard cock out of me. My dress fell back into place, preserving whatever modesty I had left. As we pulled into the station I turned to face him. He had done his belt up but there was still an noticeable bulge in his crotch. Smiling, I looked up and kissed him. His lips were as I imagine: soft, sensual and pulling me in for more. As the train stopped, so too did our kiss. The stranger picked up my bag for me and I thought I saw something fall into it from his sleeve. The doors were closing so I barely even had time to smile goodbye at him before stepping off the train. As it sped away, I stood on the platform, dumbfounded. My heart was still pounding and I felt strangely alone without the stranger’s touch.
I stayed there for a few moments while I regained my composure. Several passengers smirked at me as they walked towards the effort and I realised that my liaison has probably been less than discrete.
“Oh well” I thought to myself “when am I ever going to do anything like that again?”
Smiling at the naughtiness of it all, I reached into my bag. My fingertips brushed something unexpected: a business card. It seemed my new lover wanted to be more than just a stranger on the train.
I know you’re trying to prepare dinner for us, but its hard to contain myself when I see you, looking all cute, humming a song while stirring. Your curves are hugged so nicely by your skirt and that apron… Looking isn’t enough to satisfy what you do to me.
I touch you from behind. My hands acknowledge your curves, caressing up and down your body. I press against you and grip your hips. You giggle. “Baby, I’m trying to make food!” I kiss your neck and slide a hand onto your sex. You gasp, both surprised and pleased. I grab your neck with the other hand and pull your head back so I can whisper in your ear. “I want you now.” You can feel my hardness against you and you start to grind against it, unable to control how lusty I’ve gotten you.
We kiss, sloppily because I’m still behind you, while we grind into each other. I touch you everywhere I can, down your neck to your breasts, your hips, lifting up your skirt to feel that you’re already soaked for me. I massage your clit and you can feel your juices dripping down your leg. You ache for me. You turn your head to look into my eyes and I smirk, knowing what those begging eyes mean, especially since your hand is rubbing on my shaft.
I take off my bottoms and rub my cock between your ass, my fingers still focusing on your clit. You moan out desperately. I slide your skirt up and reposition so my cock is pushed towards your pussy lips. You grab the side of the counter in preparation, but it never feels like enough when I slide my big cock inside you. I thrust inside continuously, pushing deeper and deeper inside you. It feels like so much more every time, but it’s the most exciting when you start to feel my hips press against your ass, letting you know I’ve gotten all the way in.
I grip into your hips, pulling you along with the rhythm of my thrusts. I pull your hair with one hand and move roughly, quickly, hard. I moan for you, enjoying the feel of your pussy… “You’re so wet for me..” I say excitedly, “I love how turned on you get for me.” The feeling of my cock filling you up, my noises combined with your own, the feeling of being claimed in the kitchen as I please it… I feel it too, it’s just too much for both of us. “I’m gonna…” I say, feeling myself get closer… “Inside me!” You say, incapable of controlling yourself. You need this.
I give it to you, in the kitchen, as you were trying to make dinner.
When we’ve caught our breath, I pull out. You can feel some of my cum, mixed with your juices, drip out when I do. I kiss you and thank you before leaving you to finish with dinner.
Not to be a Boomer but your social media should be your own space, not something employers are allowed to look at to judge you beyond the qualifications stated in your resume and cover letter
Not a Boomer, but yes. This.
So DON’T USE YOUR LEGAL NAME on social media sites. Don’t make it easy for employees to throw applicant names into Google and discover, “oh hey, it looks like this person attends protests/hates doing math/reblogs memes about tentacles.”
