Free Adult Stories Online: January 2011

Indulging My Sweetheart

A fantasy of how I would like to indulge the woman I love

Picture yourself waiting in my bath. Large round

jacuzzi, but not the deep poolside kind, but only

about 2-3 feet deep, smooth bottom..

Candles set around the sides, music piped in and

controlled by a remote. A large window, with thin

gauzy white curtains, and a skylight overhead to

provide warming sunshine daytime, and to allow stars

to be visible when dark descends, and all other lights

are extinguished.

The tub is full of hot, steamy water, and in filling

it, you have added a couple tablespoons of bath oil,

and a scented buble bath...the oil feels slick, and

makes delicious beads of water cling to your wet and

exposed portions.

I find you sitting deep in the bubles, your hair

casually up, with loose tendrils curling in the

humidity and some stuck to your neck or cheek or

forehead.

I can see nothing else, but as your arms are along the

tub behind you, I can imagine how your body is laid

full out, enjoying the bubles popping all over, and

that parts of you are more bouyant than others, but

still invisible under your buble-lingerie...

You sigh as I enter the room, lowering yourself a

little deeper in the water, the flickering candlelight

enhancing the flushed and red glow of your skin.

I ask how you are enjoying your reverie, and you tell

me it is great, but that you hope it will be even

better with my company. I smile, and kneel beside the

outside of the jacuzzi. I asked if you have been

enjoying the jets, and you say some, though the noise

interferes a bit with the quiet and the music. I grab

a lufa sponge, and motion for you to slide over to

allow me to rub your back. I soak it in the oily,

bubly water, and rub up and down your back, moving a

little to the sides...but the knowledge that your full

breasts lurk or bob so close by forces me to pull

back....very reluctantly.

I attach a hose with a sprayer attachment to the

faucet, and turn on the taps, adjusting the water to a

comfortable tempurature. I ask if I might be allowed

to wash your hair for you. You moan, and lie back

again for me, and hold one hand over your forehead,

tipping your head back, and shielding your eyes from

the errant drips of water as I aim the flow of warm

water over your head, stopping to set the hose down,

and rub the water into your scalp, before squirting

yet again. My hands work through your scalp and I

encourage you to relax, the shampoo in my hands making

your hair even silkier and fun to massage your scalp,

neck, forehead....I spend a good 3-4 minutes rubing

and caressing your head, and yes, I have thoughts of

using that sprayer and my fingers on another thatch of

hair, but I keep those thoughts to myself, though I am

quite distended and aroused, being here with you, as I

kneel behind you.

I ask if I may rinse, and you just moan a little more

in assent. I do not worry about your eyes this time,

but as I spray, I massage and rinse. The back wall of

the jacuzzi has a mirror in the tile, and I enjoy

watching you watch me, and I hope you enjoy watching

my arms flex as they work to knead your scalp, and

that you catch my furtive glances at your smiling face

as well.

Then, using your conditioner, I start all over again.

It makes your hair feel different, but I massage it

in, taking my time, my fingers stopping to trace along

your cheeks, jaw, neck, ears, shoulders and then back

and forth to your scalp. You feel very relaxed under

my fingers....later, I whisper, I hope you will let me

brush it out....

When I am done rinsing, I set the hose aside, and

start to massage your shoulders. I again can watch

your face, eyes closed, as I massage your neck and

shoulders, in the mirror opposite.

Stopping suddenly, I invite you to turn around, back

against the far wall, and ask you to give me your

feet. You lift them from the suds, your eyes now

directly in mine, soft and relaxed and enjoying my

pampering....

I massage each foot, working the heel of my hand into

the balls and arches of your feet, rubing up and over

your toes, caressing with fingertips the soft upper

side of your feet, and leaning, smiling at your eyes,

as I kiss and lightly lick and suck on a toe tip or

two...

You ask me to join you in the tub. "Really," I ask,

"this was supposed to be your time."

"Two makes any time spent like this much better,"

you suggest.

My own thoughts exactly, as I rise from my knees, and

you turn around, as if to give me a moment, but fully

watching in the reflection of the mirror opposite, as

I stand, and turning sideways, lift the elastic

waistband of my boxers out past my engorged length of

aroused cock, and drop them to the ground. Pretending

I don't know you are watching, I stroke my tingling

shaft a couple times, before turning, stooping, and

touching your shoulders from behind, let you know I

want to slide in behind you.

You slide forward, balling yourself up somewhat, and

as I slip in behind you, you lay back again against my

chest, your head knoodling up under my chin, your

freshly washed hair filling my senses.

We exchange small talk, water temp, you feel so good

here, and such as my hands move to caress the length

of your arms, along the outsides, your body still

entirely hidden from me by the mounds of popping,

crackling little bubles. You turn your head to kiss

me, and then, sliding out of my grasp, your smooth,

round firm ass popping to the surface behind you as

you turn over, and your hands supporting you on the

bottom, you return for more face-to-face kisses.

Floating in front of me, all for the taking...but I

resist allowing my hands to find you. But, as the

kisses linger and grow in ardor, my hands relent, and

I lift them, palms upturned and open, to find your

sexy breasts, bouyant while they press against your

chest, from underneath you, full and so devastatingly

inviting....I feel your purr as we kiss, and despite

the water's effect, your effort to press down into my

hands...you move your body so that you can start to

rub your pelvis along one of my shins, then my knee,

pressing down, and I return the press, lifting my knee

somewhat....hump me baby. Make it feel good.

I release my attention to your breasts and grasp your

hips, moving your whole body, so light in the water,

forward and back on me, my tongue moving in and out of

your mouth, while your pelvis moves over my thick leg.

Then, I push you back further, separating us, and you

smile, and kiss my nose, which you can still reach,

and then you laugh and scoop some bubles on to an

forefinger and swipe it onto my nose. I turn you, and

pull you back to me, and you reach behind you to

stroke and press my hard cock up against my stomach,

feeling it pres against your back, as you settle where

I am seemingly leading you. I lift you again, sliding

my legs together, and hooking my feet inside your

ankles. Reaching behind me with a free hand, I hit

the button to turn the jets on to their lowest

setting. Then, with one toe, I reach in front of us

and adjust the aim of the jet directly opposite of us.

Then, baby, I whisper, "always wanted to do this..." I

grasp your ankles with my feet, pulling your legs

apart, and moving us forward across the tub a bit, I

try to aim the jet at your throbing sex. As I am

maneuvering, an opportunity for more fun presents

itself. I feel a jet coming from the bottom under my

thigh, and readjusting my body, and the jet across

from us, I aim two jets at your body, clear,

invisible, unrelenting jets, small columns or shafts

of vibrating water, pulsing, moving against you,

caressing....mmmm, baby, can feel some of that one

under us on my balls and behind....feels so good.

Using my fingers now, just hovering near your tummy, I

check the aim of the throbing shafts of water...

hoping that one is sliding between my fingers as I

open your labia, and that the other is throbing right

under you, against your very bottom. Moving a bit, I

wonder if having it throb over your ass feels good,

anywhere as good as I hope it does over your vagina

opening....like that baby? Feel good? I don't recall

if I vocalize it.....your hands reach high and circle

my neck, I can watch your face, your head and your

shoulders as you start to move yourself now over this

double teasing by pulsing, vibrating shafts of

water...your body moves so sexily....I love to watch

your face, your shoulders emerging from the water now

as you arch and dance before the twin jets....I love

you baby, love to watch your sensuousness....

"Touch me, Chase," you murmer, your body arching,

being carried away, my finger holding your open, and

one hand moving now to grasp or frame the beginning

swellings of your breasts....the way your hips are

grinding and moving, my cock is really enjoying it,

pressed against your moving backside...

Damn baby, this is so hot....watching you, wondering

what you are thinking, wanting, needing, and all the

lurid thoughts rushing through your head....wish I

could fuck you, slide into you, and have that bottom

jet caressing my balls and sensitive area behind my

balls while the other jet and my fingers combine to

stimulate your clit, your tits and nipples....

"Turn it up, baby," you groan, and I release a breast

momentarily to reach behind me, and hit the control

switch, increasing the power of the jets. I love it

that you will let me serve you, please you, that you

vocalize your wants and desires to me without

reserve...

"Ohhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhh" you whimper, and I tell you

you are so sexy, that I am so excited behind you, and

that you should open your eyes and watch yourself cum

in the mirror. You slow down, opening your rich eyes,

and look at yourself, shyly, your lips being chewed

gently by your teeth, and then broadening your smile,

you start fucking the water jets again, licking your

lips and talking back to me, telling me it feels so

good, so unimaginably good, perhaps even going so far

to tell me that it feels like you are being double

teamed, my cock and some lassie's tongue working you

over at the same time.

I can't stand it anymore, and I do as I wished

earlier. I lift your hips, you moan disappointedly, I

slide under you, and imaple you on me, to your squeals

of delight, moving myself forward over that jet, and

settling you back and adjusting ourselves to continue

the forward jet's ministrations to your pussy....

"Oh Chase," you reassure me, "you fill me so much, it

feels so goooooooooood!!!"

Then I settle back, holding off, glad to feel your

pussy muscles working me over as you work yourself up,

and my hands return to cupping, caressing and stroking

your breasts and nipples, still under the suds, but

slick, warm, soft and full in my hands...

I want to watch you, feel you, make you and experience

your cum.....

Your thrashing becomes more frantic, frenzied...your

vocalizations thrilling and making my balls bulge with

boiling cum....While I intended to hold back, your

shouts and urgent enticements soon have me on the edge

of passion and pleasure, "Shoot it in me, let me feel

it, fill me, Chase, I will do anything next, give it

to me..."

All the lurid thoughts of wanting to taste, hold, see

and touch your body have gone, with pure pleasure

welling up in me, cum seething through my cock, as you

grind and bounce and slither back on me, taking all of

me, your hands clasped behind my head, wrenching my

head forward, as you arch and press on my, your hips

quivering and rutting side to side, and as I feel you

tense and shudder, my own eruption is out-of-control,

and I feel heat and pleasure and tingling and the

whoosh of my roiling cum, shooting, cascading bursting

forth into your clenched and throbing core....

"Ah, oh oh oh", my own hips now lifting....more

spurts, "oh baby, baby baby, oh yessssssss"

As we settle, subside, breathing hard, panting, and

our eyes open and we laugh, looking at each other in

the mirror, smiling, water having splashed out of the

tub over the stone tile floor....you turn,

disengaging, and offer me again your delicious

mouth...

I am hoping htere is more to come....your hands

stroking me under the water, bringing me back to life,

you teasing me, arching back against the tub, your

breasts finally exposed, you flopping and rubing my

filling and rising cock between them, over them,

blowing kisses, teasing me with your mouth, or on your

knees, your ass above the bubles, while my hands

plays with your pussy, and your breasts fill my hands,

the mirror beside us, and the water making everything

slicker, hotter, lighter and adding a new dimension...

rinsing yourself, and sitting on the edge, hands back

on the edges, while I eat your soft and wet pussy,

until you sit facing me, your tits level with my

mouth, and you ride me yet again....

Then, to the bedroom, to your vanity, where, standing

behind you and watching your face in the mirror, I can

brush your hair til dry, stooping to lick and kiss

beads of water from your back and shoulders. I would

love watching you applying and touching up your

make-up, your delicate fingers doing their work, your

eyes critically checking the results, adding something

here, a touch more there. Then you lean back against

me, satisfied, and while I stand back, my brushing

done, I watch your breasts lift under whatever sheath

you have donned, as you slide your hands under your

hair behind your neck to fasten the clasp to a long

dangling necklace that plays in your cleavage, so

sexy...finishing perhaps with some small studs in your

ears, or swapping them for some sexy hoops.

Taking your hand, I lead you to stand, and turning to

you, I see you and not a reflection. A light kiss, an

brace, and I lead you to the bed. I lie you down,

letting you adjust the pillows, and removing what you

have worn for warmth. I start at your feet, applying

scented and edible oil warmed over a candle, and

massage your body. I move up your legs, leaning over

to kiss your calves, the inside of your knees, and

your thighs, perhaps lightly humming, or recounting

how exciting it has been luring you here. I work over

your ass, teasingly allowing liberal amounts to spill

from my fingers, and to slip and crawl down your crack

and between your legs.

Perhaps I exclaim at my clumsiness, and follow with

fingers or tongue....Perhaps you close your legs to

me, enjoying the teasing, tickling crawl of the

rivulet of oil, insisting I finish what I have

started, and my hands and attention continue up your

back, kneading, rubing, massaging.

I cannot keep my hands totally under control, and soon

they are moving wider, again a bit of oil allowed to

lead me, gravity and attraction, and my fingers are

following drips of oil that lead me to the sides of

your pressed breasts at your sides, furtive swipes

with my fingers. Lowering myself, you feel my hard,

heated cock sawing lightly over your shiny and slick

ass, the crevass of your ass a welcoming cradle as I

move slowly over you, trying

to keep my concentration focused through my hands,

rubing your muscles and back gently, but firmly

stimulating you through your back. As my hands work

over the trapezius muscles from your neck and

shoulders, the grinding of my steely shaft on your

backside is more insistent, pressing your own

throbing pelvis more firmly against the bed, and the

hint of rhythm in my hips' movement is an avoidable

language to both our minds.

Finally, your own resistence is at an end, and you

roll over, grasping my bloated cock again, and invite

me to mount you, to do whatever, my oil coated cock

shiny and hard in your hands, between your breasts, or

led to your pussy, where you invite me with no

uncertain terms to fuck you till my sexual brains are

satisfied, enthralled, and I can cum no more, your own

body enjoying repeated orgasms, starting soon after my

shaft slides in and as the friction of our joint

carnal dance consumes us ...and after I pull a sheet up

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to cover us, we then doze, for awhile, bodies

pressed and intertwined,.....

Did I forget about dinner and treating you to a nice

night out, or is this ok?

Pollyanna part 2

Michelle and Patrick continue their affair

Patrick drove home in silence that wonderful night with the windows down and the radio off as he grappled with what just took place. The feeling in his loins was incredible, but the struggle in his mind was as equally intense. He wanted Michelle so much, but he could only offer her friendship, and hot, passionate sex. She deserves more than that. He held the fingers of his left hand just below his nose, enjoying Michelle’s scent while he drove, licking his lips occasionally to taste her sweet nectar.

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My god she is so hot...WOW! But…everything has to go back to the way it was, this can’t happen again, he thought. Patrick closes his eyes, she’s seated on Carol’s desk with her legs spread wide, he kneels before her and looks at her inner labia, rbering how the lips flared out and lay over her outer labia as he ate her. They turned dark pink when he sucked on them. The memory of the contrasting colors of his caramel skin against her pale white thighs as he sucked her dark pink lips brought a smile to his face. He could still see the cute little wrinkles and creases in the tiny folds of skin that he traced with the tip of his tongue. Realizing he was still driving Patrick quickly opens his eyes, fortunately, the road was straight and there isn’t much traffic out at 9:30 PM on a weeknight. Another whiff of Michelle’s scent on his fingers brings his cock to full attention again as he pulls into his driveway. Pausing a moment, he waits for his erection to subside before getting out of the car. As he sits there, he knows he has to have her again. Not in the office, no, somewhere private, somewhere he can make love to her… Laying her on a bed and admiring her beautiful body, taking in every inch of it, before kissing her from her head to her toes. Rolling her over on her stomach and massaging her back. Starting at her neck and slowly working his way down to her firm ass. It has just enough curve to it that he can cup it in his hands, rubing and spreading her cheeks, kissing them. He gently fingers Michelle’s tiny rosebud, teasing her, before continuing down each leg, sliding his strong hands along her thighs. Squeezing and kneading each one before moving down to her tight calves, and then playing with her toes as he gives her a foot massage. Next, turning her over on her back and running his tongue from her neck down between her soft full breasts, to her tummy, pausing to suck her belly ring into his mouth and tugging on it gently with his lips before moving down to her shaved valley. Patrick slowly licks every inch of it before he slides his hard cock inside her to make love to her. Getting out of the car he reminds himself, Everything back to the way it was, they both agreed.

Once inside Patrick grabs a plate of leftovers and heads for his home theater, popping in a movie to kill time, and waiting for everyone else to go to bed. He doesn’t even know what movie he put in as he sits and thinks, Is she thinking about me now on her way home? Does she even want me again? Is she regretting what we just did? Will she believe me when I tell her that I have never done this before? I’m not some guy going through a mid-life crisis looking for an easy fuck to feel young again. I’m not a dog out fucking any woman that I can, I’m really am not just looking to use her for sex. I want her friendship too, and I will accept that even if we never do it again. But I want her so bad, what we did in the office was so hot, I have to have her again.” He closes his eyes, rbering her taste, her smell, picturing her breasts; her hard pink nipples point up slightly and have a tiny dimple right in the center of each one. The areolas are light pink and cover a perfect mouth sized area of her breast with tiny bumps on them. What is it about her that attracts me so much? Patrick wonders, I’ve been around pretty women before, and have always been able to say, “She’s attractive,” and move on. Michelle is definitely pretty; not a supermodel, but I find her so attractive and I can’t get her out of my mind. She’s funny and sensitive, not afraid to show her emotions. Her breasts are the perfect size and she has a nice little ass, not flat like a lot of white women, just enough to grab and hold onto. Every time I look at her, I want her. I want her soft breasts in my hands, my face between her legs, eating her until she explodes. Then sliding my cock inside her, watching it slowly enter her, pushing her lips apart as it disappears, stroking her slowly until I fill her... Patrick drifts off to sleep thinking of Michelle. The days at work pass uneventfully; for the past two months Patrick and Michelle share knowing glances every now and then, but neither one mentions what took place between them. Carol caught them looking at each other once and suspects something. She’d be shocked as hell if she ever found out what they really did, but she wouldn’t say anything to anyone. She’s never mentioned that morning when she found their juices on her desk. Besides, both of them would deny it anyway. So, they each rber that special evening in their own private way. Whenever Michelle wears a dress or skirt Patrick imagines sitting her on Carol’s desk a second time, lifting it up to her waist, exposing her, before getting on his knees between her legs. Next, he kisses her along her soft inner thighs, pleased with the simple beauty of her smooth white skin as he works his way up to her wet slit. Watching her pink lips swell and darken as they open like a flower for his tongue, stopping to look up at her smiling face before sucking on each petal, pulling on them with his lips, and stretching them. Then taking her swollen clit into his mouth and licking it with the tip of his tongue, tasting her juices as they cover his nose, mouth and chin…

Michelle still catches Patrick staring at her legs now that she is wearing more dresses and skirts for him. She knows how hard he gets looking at her and wants to walk over to his chair and free his cock. Grabing his shaft and taking his head into her mouth, gently sucking on it, and then tracing her tongue around the swollen rim. Eagerly, she licks up the drop of pre cum that oozes out of his tip, and then traces the veins that run along his hard dark shaft with her tongue, before taking him in her mouth, sucking as she works her way down to his pubes. Feeling his hands run through her long hair as she pleases him. Just before he squirts his load she straddles him and slides it deep inside her… But, the phone always rings, or someone says something to snap them out of their private fantasies. No one knows his or her secret as the work continues to pile up at My Mortgage Inc. More and more customers are feeling the pinch of the economic down turn. Everyone is doing their best to focus on the customers and trying to help them even though the pressure is building from management to keep payments high. Unfortunately, Patrick and Michelle’s co-workers begin taking out their frustrations on each other. They are snapping at one another, not bothering to help with questions on difficult workout packages. All the joking around they used to do has stopped. Everyone is on edge. Things are just tense amongst them, until their manager Stan announces, “We need to have some fun, this work is really getting to everyone. We need to get out of the office and do something fun.” “Yeah,” Tommy says, “let’s go bowling that would be fun and a great team building activity.” “Shut up Tommy, who wants to leave work to go to some stupid bowling alley?” Jenny quips. “How about we leave early and all go home, we’ll call it a sanity break from each other, lord knows I need one from you guys, that and a glass or two of wine.” She ends her statement with her annoying laugh that she does after every comment she makes. “Jenny, you know we can’t do that,” Stan says sarcastically. Always the perky one, Carol says, “I know, we can have a crab feast at my house. I only live fifteen minutes from the office so it’s not out of the way. We can all put in a few dollars and buy a couple of bushels of crabs and beer. My husband Boby is home in the afternoons so he can grill some hot dogs and hamburgers as well. It will be a blast.”

Stan agrees along with the rest of the team mbers and Carol begins making plans. Jenny loves to cook, a regular Julia Childs, cooking sherry and all, so Carol puts her in charge of the side dishes. Michelle and Ivan have the desserts, Tommy and Marcus the adult beverages, and Stan and Patrick will get the crabs, dogs, and burgers. The rest of the team will handle the condiments, non-alcoholic beverages, and any other miscellaneous items. Carol has a large house at the end of a cul de sac with a nice sized deck on the back. There is space for everyone to gather on the deck or you can slip off into the game room, shoot some pool, and play foosball. It’s a perfect place for a small party. They plan it for Wednesday in two weeks… ***** Pollyanna continued to dance at the Wild Italian Gentlemen’s Club every Friday and Saturday night. Just two more weekends and her three-month commitment will be up. Marcus has been asking her to stay; she has moved up into the top five dancers and is making good money every week. The $1,100 to $1,600 that she makes is really knocking down her bills and she has been putting at least $200 each week into Rachel’s 529 plan for college. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing at all going for her future education. The bouncer, Joey, has been looking after her, steering the big tippers her way for private lap dances and walking her to the car each night to make sure no one is waiting for her. One customer, Steve, has become a regular every Saturday night after her first set. He always gets the first private lap dance. It was flattering at first, having a 23 year old wanting her to dance for him privately and paying $75 for it, but last Saturday when she was dancing for him, he called her “Mom” and that ruined everything. A little too twisted for her liking. Only two more Saturday’s left and she will be done with him. The dancing has been great for her body though, her legs are toned and her ass is as tight as it has ever been. However, it’s taking its toll on Rachelle, having to stay at Mary’s house every Friday and Saturday night, and hiding it from Mom and Dad is rough. At least no one from work has shown up, especially Stan. Friday was another good night and Saturday night started out the same. Pollyanna danced her first set, did a couple lap dances on the floor, and then Joey came and got her to escort her to a back room for the private lap dances. “Is Steve waiting for me tonight Joey?” “Sort of, he’s here but someone else paid for you before he did, so he has to wait this time. He was pretty pissed about it. He’s hooked on you bad Michelle, I mean Polly; does he know you may leave after next week?” “No, I haven’t told him yet Joey, I haven’t made a final decision about it anyway.” “Well, I’ll keep my eye on him.” “Joey, if it’s not Steve, who’s waiting for me, another regular?” “No,” he replies. Joey opens the door to the private room; Patrick is standing next to the chair and stammers, “H-H-Hi.” “PATRICK! I-I-I thought we agreed?”

“I know Michelle, we did, but…” “You again!” Joey growls, “I thought I recognized you when you paid but I wasn’t sure, Michelle, you want me to throw him out?” “No, its OK Joey, wait outside, I’ll dance for him.” “You know that’s against the rules Michelle, I have to be in here with you.” “It’s cool Joey, just wait outside by the door; I’ll yell if I need you, but I won’t, Patrick knows the rules.” Joey closes the door behind him and Michelle walks over to the media player and selects “Do Me, Baby” by Prince. As the music starts, she tells Patrick to sit down. Patrick obeys and watches her slowly walk over to him, her hips swaying to the music. He stares at her legs starting down at her ankles, his eyes slowly work their way up her body as she comes closer. “You’re beautiful Michelle.” Her g-string covers her pink lips that he wants to lick so badly. The dancing has made her stomach flatter and the ring she is wearing is the perfect accent for it. His eyes pause at her breast; the pasties are hiding her hard nipples. Patrick rbers how soft her tits were when he lifted them up to his mouth. The erotic image of his dark hands cupping her white breast flashes through his mind as she walks even closer. When she straddles him and sits on his lap, their eyes meet. Michelle leans forward and their lips touch. The kiss is long and passionate; the sexual tension that has been building between them for the past two months is ignited in that one kiss. They try to devour each other in that moment. Patrick sucks her thin bottom lip between his thick full lips as she starts to slowly pull away. Releasing it, in a husky voice, he says, “I want you Michelle, I need to make love to you, not here, and not in the office again, someplace private, I want all of you Michelle. I can’t tell you how badly I want you. I wish I could explain it, the passion I have for you, that I want to share with you, but I can’t put it into words. I just want you to know that…that I have to have you again.” Michelle whispers, “I know Pat, I can feel it every time you look at me, and I want you too, I want you to have me, to make love to me. I want to feel you inside of me, inside my special place.” After kissing him again, Michelle places her hand on the back of Patrick’s shaved head and pushes his face down between her breasts. She holds it there as she moves her hips in time with the music. “Do me baby, like you’ve never done before,” Prince sings, “Give it to me till I just can’t take no more.” Patrick’s dick is rock hard and standing at attention in his shorts, Michelle rocks back and forth on it grinding her pussy against his manhood. He grabs her ass and pushes her down against it. Her wetness has soaked through the tiny g-string she is wearing and leaves a damp spot on his shorts as she rides him. “Michelle…you’re going to make me cum in my shorts…oh god, stop…please stop, not in my shorts…not like a little school boy.” “Cum for me Pat,” Michelle says in a sultry voice, “imagine your cock is deep in my pussy right now, feel it sliding in and out of me, fill me with your cum.” Prince continues to sing in the background, “I want you now, I just can’t wait no more, can’t wait, oh.” Patrick grunts as he squirts his load in his shorts, biting Michelle’s shoulder. Holding her ass, he guides her hips as she slides along his cock. Michelle feels his body trbling as he cums and holds him tightly. After a few minutes Patrick looks up at her and placing his hands on her face, kisses her. Joey opens the door to announce that the time is up. “I have to go Pat; I’ll see you on Monday.” As Michelle leaves Patrick grabs a couple of tissues and wipes himself off, trying to keep the cum stain on his linen shorts from getting too big. Fortunately the club is dark and it’s almost an hours ride home. He should be dry and everyone asleep when he gets to his house. Joey leads Michelle to another private room where Steve is waiting for Pollyanna. Michelle dances for Steve but her mind is pre-occupied with what Patrick told her. He was very sincere when he said he wanted me. He isn’t some guy just trying to get into my pants for an easy fuck, I know he isn’t. He really wants me, to make love to me. But, why me? Why does he want me so much? I’m just your average girl next door. He seems like he doesn’t want me just for sex, he really cares about me. Yeah but how many times have I heard that before. Is he really different? I don’t think he’s trying to use me for sex. Does he really want to please me, to make me feel good, to share the passion he has for me, to make me cum every time I’m with him? She sensed he would do anything she wanted to give her pleasure, even if it was only for a little while. But, her struggle was as great as Patrick’s, having been through a divorce; she vowed never to be the “other woman.” We have already been together once though, and it felt so good being in his arms, his tongue was like magic on my pussy. His cock filled me just right and no guy had ever tongued my ass before. I’ve heard of analingus but no one had ever done it on me, my god it felt so good...too good. Fuck it, if he wants me, I know I want him; I need a nice good fuck every now and then, but if we’re going to do this we’ll have to talk and set some rules, she thought… ***** On Tuesday, the day before the team crab feast, Carol approached Michelle and later Patrick. She told each of them privately that she and her husband just bought a hot tub and she was only telling a few people to bring their bathing suits. After most of the people leave, you know, we’ll take the cover off, get in the tub, and enjoy a few drinks while we talk. You can stay as late as you want, our son will be with his grandparents for the night. Wednesday morning everyone was loose, the joking was back and they were all talking about eating crabs and drinking. 12 o’clock couldn’t come fast enough; all the food and drinks were ready to go. Stan called in the order for a bushel and a half of steamed crabs that morning and he and Patrick would pick them up on the way. Michelle wore her khaki skirt, the same one she wore that day, the one that was just a little too short for work. Patrick kept turning around to ask questions so he could look at her legs. One time, when Tommy and Carol were staring at their computer screens, Michelle uncrossed her legs flashing her naked pussy at him. Patrick’s already hard cock got even harder; he looked up to see a devilish grin on Michelle’s face as she crossed her legs back. Patrick knew then that somehow, someway the afternoon was going to be special. Work was over for Patrick at that point, he couldn’t focus on anything else. He had to keep telling himself to relax to get his erection to subside but every time it did, Michelle would discretely flash him again. It was as if she could tell when he wasn’t hard anymore. At one point Tommy and Carol were both away from their desks. He called her over to his desk pretending he wanted to show her something on his computer. After a quick look around to make sure no one was watching Patrick slid his hand along her thigh under her skirt, sliding his finger inside her, quickly covering it with her personal lubricant. He licked just the tip of his finger to taste her, leaving the rest of it covered with her juices so he could smell her pleasant aroma as he pretended to work.

At noon, they all left to go to Carol’s house. The party was a huge success. Everyone was back to joking and clowning around. The beer and alcohol were flowing freely. The crabs were some of the Chesapeake Bay ’s finest. Jenny, was tipsy an hour into it and was laughing at everything so Carol started monitoring her drinks. Stan actually showed a sense of humor and cracked some pretty good jokes. Baseball and football were the main topics and everyone surprisingly participated in the conversations. Boby had the grill fired up and was cooking hamburgers to order. Patrick was trying to play bartender and was mixing all kinds of stuff. By three o’clock, everyone was stuffed and had a nice buzz. Carol and Boby had a rule that you had to wait an hour after your last drink before you could drive home so the first person didn’t leave until four o’clock. Jenny was smashed and an hour’s wait wasn’t going to do her any good so Stan offered to take her home. Tommy, Ivan and a few others headed for the game room to shoot pool. Patrick walked to the far end of the deck and gazed into the woods behind the house. Carol, Boby and Michelle were sitting by the grill talking. After a few minutes Michelle yelled, “Hey Pat, I’m going to grab another beer do you want me to bring you one?” “Sure Michelle, I’d love to have another cold one.” Michelle joined Patrick at the end of the deck and leaned on the railing next to him. They sipped their beers in silence. After a few minutes Patrick said, “I have to go to the bathroom,” winking at Michelle he walked inside. When he left, Michelle told Carol and Boby she was going down to the game room for a few minutes to see what was going on. While Patrick was washing his hands the bathroom door opened and Michelle slipped inside. Before it closed, Patrick had her back against it and his hands under her skirt grabing her ass. It slammed shut as he pressed her against it, kissing her as if he just couldn’t get enough of her. His hands were squeezing her ass, spreading her cheeks. They both knew that they didn’t have much time and would have to settle for a quickie. Still kissing her, Patrick stepped back to drop his shorts, Michelle grabed his cock and guided it towards her as he lifted her skirt. Placing Patrick’s head on her opening, he lifted her off the floor holding her ass as he slid inside her. His first thrust slammed her against the door with a loud bang.

Patrick turned around and put Michelle’s ass on the edge of the sink, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he slid inside her deeper. She bit her lower lip as his fucked her; she wanted to let him know how good it felt, having him inside her, but she had to be quiet. His head plowed in and out of her, his thighs hitting the front of the counter each time he thrust. He let out a soft moan as he came and continued to stroke her, keeping his cock inside her until he felt her walls contacting around it signaling her orgasm. He kept sliding in and out of her until her body relaxed and she put her feet on the floor. When he caught his breath, Patrick grabed a paper towel, and wiped his cock off before pulling up his pants. He smiled at Michelle, gave her a quick kiss and slipped out the bathroom. Quickly, he made his way back to the deck, while Michelle cleaned herself up, so he wouldn’t be missed. When he got back, he asked Carol and Boby where Michelle went. “She went down to the game room,” Carol said, “Did you bring your swim trunks with you?” “Yes Carol, who else did you ask to hang out in the hot tub?” “Oh just a couple other people,” Carol says coyly, “It’s after six so more people should be leaving soon, grab another beer.” The rest of the team mbers started leaving as Patrick sipped his beer. Tommy says, “Come on Patrick lets go, I’m sure Carol and Boby want their house back,” as he stands by the door. Carol replies laughing, “He’s drinking another beer Tommy, he has to wait an hour before he leaves now.” Boby takes the cover off the hot tub and turns it on after Tommy leaves, “Get your trunks Patrick, it will be just right by the time you get back.” When Patrick returns Boby is already in the tub, Patrick grabs another beer and joins him, wondering who else Carol asked to stay. When he sits down Michelle and Carol walk out in two of the hottest bikinis he has ever seen. He stares at Michelle as she walks over to the tub taking in her beauty; Carol is watching him the whole time. Carol gets in the tub and snuggles up against Boby, Michelle sits down next to Patrick, placing her hand on his thigh she rests her head on his shoulder. Patrick puts his arm around her and sips his beer. Carol stares at them as a smile creeps across her face, “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it,” she exclaims. “I knew something was up with you two. You two…wait…you two haven’t…you didn’t. Oh my god, oh my god,” Carol puts her hand over her mouth. “Are you two fucking?” Patrick and Michelle just smile as Michelle slides her hand along his thigh under his swim trunks. “Oh no…NO” Carol says, “That morning in the office…Boby you rber that day when I told you something smelled on my desk baby, did you two fuck on my desk? You didn’t, did you? Tell me you weren’t fucking on my desk,” Carol drawls out the word “desk.” “I’m sorry Carol, I, we, we had to leave, it was late and we didn’t have time to clean it off. We had to get home. I’m so sorry, but it was so funny when you said, ‘this shit smells like pussy’ that morning, I almost bit a hole in my tongue to keep from laughing,” replied Patrick. They all shared a laugh and had a great time talking in the hot tub. Carol didn’t ask any more questions about what they were doing. Michelle and Patrick were so relieved, it’s not that they wanted their secret out, they were both glad that Carol wasn’t judging them and what they were doing and they knew she would keep her mouth shut. Time flew by and before anyone knew it, it was 10:00 PM. “Listen,” Carol said, “we’re all adults here, what the two of you are doing is your business, but we all had a few drinks and it’s late. Driving right now probably isn’t a good idea. If the two of you want to, you can crash here for a little while before you go home; we have a guest bedroom you can use. I’m not trying to be funny, but it’s on the other side of the house from our room, so if you make a little noise before you go to sleep that’s your business. When you’re ready to go, you can let yourselves out, that way I won’t know how long you stayed. OK.” “Thanks Carol,” they reply together. Getting out of the hot tub, they each grab a towel to wipe off a little. Holding hands, they head for the guest bedroom. Once inside they brace in the middle of the room, their hands rubing each other’s back. Patrick initiates their kiss, tilting his head slightly to the side, pressing his lips against hers. Opening her lips and sliding his tongue in her mouth as his hands once again find her tight ass. They stand and kiss as Michelle moves her hips, swaying slightly, gently pressing against Patrick’s growing cock. He unties her bikini top and lets it fall to the floor, her breasts rest against his chest as they continue to brace, each nipple hard and standing at attention. After kissing her neck, and teasing her with his tongue, Patrick leads her over to the bed, laying her down on it, Michelle lifts her hips and he slides her bottoms off. He stands over her as she lies on the bed, staring at her beautiful nakedness. Patrick wanted this. He wanted to admire her body, looking at every inch of her, as she offered it to him. He stared at her face, looking into her eyes, holding her gaze before moving down to her thin lips. She smiled as he took her in, feeling so good knowing that Patrick was admiring her beauty in that very moment. His eyes follow her neck down to her breasts. He watches them rise and fall as she breathes. Her nipples are erect, waiting for his lips to suck on them. He continues down her body, across her flat stomach. The moonlight flashes off her belly ring with each breath. When his eyes reach the cleft between her legs, Patrick takes off his swim trunks. His cock is hard and points out at a 90-degree angle from his body. Her pink lips are staring to swell but are not full yet, closing his eyes briefly, he thinks about the pleasure he is going to have licking those lips. He opens his eyes and continues his journey down her body, taking in her shapely toned legs, knowing they will soon be wrapped around his waist. When his eyes reach her feet, he sits on the edge of the bed beside her. Leaning over, brushing her hair from her face, Patrick says, “You are so beautiful Michelle, thank you for giving yourself to me,” and kisses her gently. Lying down next to her, his cock pressing on her thigh, he continues to kiss Michelle as his hand finds her breast. Covering her nipple with the palm of his hand, he massages her tit, squeezing and rubing it lightly. Taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger he rolls it, twisting it gently before letting go and massaging her breast again. Michelle reaches for his cock to stroke it but he tells her “no,” moving her hand from it. Grabing both her wrists Patrick pins her arms above her head, causing her breasts to rise on her ribcage. He sucks one of her hard nipples into his mouth, licking it with his tongue before biting down on it. Moving his head back, he stretches her nipple, pulling her breast into a cone shape, letting his teeth rake across it before releasing it to suck on it again. Letting out a soft moan with each bite, Michelle tries to free her hands, to grab Patrick’s head, but he tightens his grip on her wrists letting her know not to struggle against him. He continues to suck and softly bite her breast, not just the nipple now, all over it, biting her just hard enough to give pleasure and just a hint of pain. “Pat, please stop teasing me,” Michelle groans, “it feels so good, my nipples are so sensitive right now, suck them for me.” Releasing her wrists, he sits up beside her, pressing her tits together, he sucks each nipple, holding one in his mouth as he sucks and licks it before switching to the other nipple. Michelle grabs his head holding it as he sucks her breast, her hips slowly gyrating. “Do you want me Michelle? Do you want me inside of you?” “Yes Pat, make love to me, make love to me now.”

Patrick slides his hand between her legs; her juices are flowing freely as he spreads her lips. After parting them, he slides two fingers inside, opening her. He climbs between her legs; Michelle holds his cock guiding it inside her. He enters slowly, his head pushing its way between her pussy lips. When he’s in down to his balls Patrick kisses Michelle before pulling back. Looking into her eyes he slowly strokes her. Every inch of his cock sliding in and out as Michelle wraps her legs around his waist, taking him in as deep as possible. Each stroke is long and slow, pulling out until just the tip of his cock is on her swollen lips. As he slides back in, Michelle can feel his head throbing inside her, moaning each time he hits the bottom of her open cunt, pressing her ass into the bed. “This is how I wanted you Michelle, to feel your legs wrapped around my waist as I made love to you, looking into your pretty eyes, kissing you as we fucked. I want you; I want all of you Michelle.” Michelle grabs the back of her knees, pulling them back next to her shoulders, rotating her pussy up, changing the angle, allowing Patrick to penetrate her even deeper. He lifts himself up on his knees, stroking her harder and faster, looking down at her breasts, watching them bounce with each thrust. “Right there Pat, fuck me right there.” The animal side of Patrick takes over; he no longer takes her slowly and passionately. Nearing orgasm he pounds his cock in and out of Michelle’s dripping tunnel. Their bodies slap together as his hard thrusts crash down on her. Patrick moves up higher on her so the tip of her clit rubs his shaft with each stroke. Now in a push-up position Patrick thrusts, then grinds his cock inside her before pulling back to do it again. His head expands and his balls tighten up as they prepare to release his cum. “Yes, Pat, right there, oh my god yes, I’m going to cum. YEEEEESSSSSSS, oh god YES! AHHHHHHH! I’m cumming, fuck me harder Pat.” The flood of warm juices that squirt out of Michelle causes Patrick to cum instantly. “UHHHHHHHHHH,” Patrick yells as he cums, thrusting his cock all the way in her as he squirts his load. He slams his cock in and out of her as they both cum together. Patrick grunts as he pumps her full of his hot seed. Breathing heavily Patrick looks at Michelle with a huge grin on his face, “You squirted!” He says excitedly, “WOW, you are so awesome Michelle.” Shaking and gasping for breath, Michelle replies, “You made me feel so good Pat, I haven’t done that in a long time, you feel so good inside me, I just let go, it felt so good baby.”

Patrick collapses on top of her, his cock slowly softening inside her, twitching as he tries to force more cum out of it. After catching his breath, Patrick grabs one of the towels they dropped on the floor and puts it under her. Lying down next to her, in a spoon position, Patrick strokes her arm as they drift off to sleep… Patrick’s cell phone alarm goes off at 1 AM, after getting up to turn it off he crawls back in bed, his face between Michelle’s legs. Her pussy is still wet, filled from their lovemaking. Using just the tip of his tongue Patrick licks her, and then slides his tongue inside her. Michelle moans and stretches, waking up as he eats her pussy. “Pat, that feels so good, but we have to go, we can’t stay.” “I want you to cum again Michelle; I want to taste you when you squirt like that,” Patrick says before he licks the sides of her clit, moving her hood up and down with his tongue. Michelle presses herself against his mouth and says, “MMM, that feels so good baby, come here Pat, come up here with me. Pat you made me feel so good tonight; but, I can’t handle another orgasm like that right now. I do want you again though, we’ll be together again, and you can lick me until I squirt all over your face, OK baby. We have to go.” “OK, I just want you in my mouth; I want you to cum like that for me again, I want to taste you so badly when you squirt like that.” “You will Pat,” Michelle says while looking into his eyes and stroking his face. “I’ll cum for you whenever you want me to. You can eat my pussy anytime.” They get out of bed and get dressed. Patrick takes the sheets, wet from their time together, off and puts them with their towels in a pile at the foot of the bed. As Michelle opens the door, he pulls her to him and kisses her before they walk out. Once outside Patrick walks her to her car, kisses her again and says, “Thank you Michelle, thank you so much, that was so special,” and watches her drive off. When he starts his car, Carol rolls over and smiles at Boby, “I can’t wait to see them at work tomorrow,” she says to him, and then closes her eyes and goes to sleep… ***** Disclaimer: "The events and people depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental."

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Wife wants a good group sex session

“Come on, baby. Give me that cum. I want that fucking cum, ” said the six-foot blonde.

She was one of the sexiest women that Dave had ever seen in his 50 years of life. Decades ago, he would’ve never been able to get a woman this attractive. It’s amazing what success can do for a man.

Dave had made a career of the military. He mostly served in infantry. He joined when he was eighteen years old and lasted thirty years. Now in his second year of retirement, he just wanted to have as much fun as humanly possible. Crystal was one of the many ways of accomplishing that. She towered over him at nearly six feet tall. He was only 5-foot-8, but he loved taller women, and he especially loved young women.

Crystal was a high-priced prostitute, but Dave had acquired a gift during his last ten years in the military. He left the physically demanding role of infantryman to become a recruiter. He had the gift of gab. He could talk anyone into doing anything he wanted. Crystal wanted $500 for the night. Dave charmed her for two hours while intoxicating her with glasses of expensive Courvoisier Cognac until she was tipsy and horny like a Spring break tramp, so horny that she was willing to settle for $50.

They arrived at his condo about twenty minutes later. Crystal was sucking his cock the whole ride home. They went to the bedroom as soon as they got in the house. She pushed him on the bed and started ripping his clothes off. She rode him like a bronco while clawing at his chest with her long, painted nails. Dave’s cock was hard as a brick, but then, without warming, it started to go limp while Crystal was riding him. No, not again, thought Dave. His cock popped right out. She put it back in and it popped out again as soon as she started moving. She managed to get him hard again after sucking his cock. She lay on her back and Dave rammed her shaven cunt with aggression. He was so hard his cock was throbing inside of her. Crystal screamed as she wrapped her legs around this older gentleman, surprised at the amount of energy he had.

The bed was rocking and banging against the wall. Her cunt was oozing pussy juice all over Dave’s hard cock. She felt his balls smacking hard against her ass. She had a powerful orgasm as Dave’s muscular frame continued to pound on her tender pussy hole.

She felt his cock start to go limp again inside of her. She smiled and asked, “Did ya cum, sweetie?” “No, ” said Dave, disappointment obvious in his voice. She rolled them over so she could be on top. She kissed his belly, bit his thigh, and started sucking on Dave’s limp cock. “Come on, baby. Give me that cum. I want that fucking cum, ” she said.

She even licked his balls but old Dave’s cock didn’t seem to be responding. “Oh, please, baby. Give it to me; I need it. You know I need it. ” He was limp so she was able to swallow the whole cock and both balls in one gulp. A minute went by, then another minute and another minute—still the same floppy cock.

Dave pushed her head away and started to get dressed. Crystal could see that his pride was hurt. She tried to make him feel better. She said, “It’s okay, sweetie. It’s bound to happen to all men once in a while.”

“That’s the problem. It doesn’t happen once in a while. It happens every time.”

She gasped, said, “Get out of here. You mean you’ve never been able to cum?”

“Just get dressed.”

Dave dug a 50-dollar bill out of his wallet and tossed it on the bed. Crystal stuffed it into her bra when she was fully dressed. Dave led her to the door and opened it for her. She said, “Maybe next time, huh?”

“There won’t be a next time, ” said Dave as he shut the door in her face and locked it.

Straight to the liquor cabinet is where he went next. He poured himself a double shot of Vodka, downed half of it in one gulp and staggered back to the bed. He watched the ceiling become fuzzy as the alcohol took effect. He yawned and reached into his pants.

Visions of his army days started replaying in his mind. His fondest memories were of Germany. That was a man-in-uniform’s dream cum true. German women were easy when it came to English soldiers. Their husbands didn’t get jealous either. Once, a man in a pub had paid him $20 to have sex with his wife while he watched because he was too drunk to fuck her himself. Germany was a splendid place, in deed.

Dave massaged his hard cock. The thought of fucking that man’s tanned wife had brought the life back into it. He thought of how shocked he was when the man had made the offer. He stroked his cock vigorously as he replayed the events in his mind’s eye. He thought of the look on the woman’s face when her husband walked through the door with him and said, “I’m too drunk tonight. He is fucking you; I will watch.” Her face was blank and she nodded her head as if this was something they did all time.

He started humping his hand as he thought of the way she laid back and lifted her panties up and off her body, revealing a shaven, wet pussy. He felt an orgasm brewing inside as he thought of the way he fucked her horny cunt with gusto as her husband ran around the house naked cheering him on. A load of hot spunk shot into the air. Most of it landed on his stomach and hands. He reached for the box of tissue that he kept next to his bed for this purpose and wiped it away. Why? Dave thought as he finished the remainder of his drink. Why can’t I have ever have an orgasm unless I’m masturbating? I’ve been like this since I started watching porn two years ago after I retired.

As he drifted off into a drunken sleep, the answer suddenly surfaced in his head. Watching so much pornography had made him an incurable voyeur. He was so in love with watching other people fuck that he couldn’t have an orgasm any other way.

Dave was a happy man as he drifted off to sleep. He’d finally figured out a way to get his kicks and he was going to get started on it first thing tomorrow morning. -------------------------------------------------

Dave woke up and headed straight for his computer. He set up an account at a dating web site. His profile read like this:

"I am looking for married men who want to experience the joy of watching their wives having sex on film. This is not a joke. Serious replies only."

He didn’t get that many responses. Most of the people who did respond were assholes who just wanted to know if he was really serious even though he already said he was in the ad.

The other responses were just people who wanted to know why anyone would need him to do that. They could go out and find somebody to fuck their wives easily.

It was true. They didn’t need him, but he quickly thought of a way to make them need him. He re-wrote the ad. It read: "Husbands, if watching your wife’s pussy getting rammed by another man turns you on, how about watching her get fucked by a male porn star?! I have the connections. All you have to do to make it happen is ask." It was a joke. He wasn’t expecting people to take him seriously, but he had more than a dozen replies within the first two hours. He went to sleep and woke up the next day with more than fifty.

He started to end the joke right there, but he was curious as to how many people would reply, so he left it up. He put the account on hold after a week because he was getting too many responses to keep up with. He had reached triple digits. That’s when another idea came to him. Instead of buying porn, why not start selling it?

It took weeks, but he made the connections that he needed to start making amateur movies. The porn stars were real, but he could only afford the unknowns because the big names came with big price tags.

He gave about a dozen of the people who replied a telephone interview. He mainly wanted people who were swingers or at least open-minded about sex. He didn’t want a jealous husband ruining the project. After all, he had to pay the porn star regardless of what happened and Dave hated wasting his money.

He finally decided on pretty, but odd looking couple. Their names were Candy and Jerrock.

Candy was a blonde wearing a velvety shirt and black pants with pumps on her feet. She seemed like an undercover slut from the moment he met her—the kind who seems like a respectable woman at first, but turns into a dirty freak when no one’s around.

Jerrock, on the other hand, seemed like the biggest geek you could ever meet. He looked Asian but he might’ve had some Caucasian blood mix in. He was wearing a blue, button down shirt and tan pants. He seemed like the quiet, geeky type who was really good in school and never did anything wrong.

How these two got together was beyond Dave’s belief. She was a stunning woman and he was just your everyday nerd. Dave started wondering if he let her have sex with other men because he couldn’t satisfy her himself.

They went to a hotel in California with a cameraman that Dave had found in the classifieds. He sat on a brown wrap-around couch and talked to Candy and Jerrock while the cameraman got his camera and lights set up.

He put one light in front, one to the side, and one on the other side, but slightly to the rear. That was to get rid of any shadows during filming. He gave them the thumbs-up signal and Dave began to speak.

“So you guys have been married about two years now?” “Yes, about two years, ” replied Candy. “Do you swing at all?” They didn’t but Jerrock’s eyes lit up when he mentioned it.

“You want her to?” said Dave. Jerrock started nodding quickly and his smile broadened. He was really shy. Again, Dave wondered how in the world he got with Candy. To Candy, he said, “Has it been more your fantasy or Jerrock’s fantasy that you screw a porn star?” “Both of ours, ” said Candy. “He likes to watch.” “Yeah, I like to watch, ” said the dweeb with his Asian accent. It sounded Chinese. “Now I gotta ask you the question. You said you wanted him to fuck you in the ass too. Does Jerrock fuck you in the ass a lot?”

They nodded yes. Anal sex captivated Dave because he didn’t know very many people who did it.

“The porn star I got for you is named John Strong. He’s been in a lot of porn. He’s a real gentleman. I think you’re gonna like him.”

“I’m real excited.”

Dave said, “Good. Why don’t you stand up so we can get a good look at this body one last time before John…holy mackerel.” Candy had stood up with him. Her clothes fit loosely, but he could see a plump chest behind that shirt and her ass was looking good too. Dave’s cock started getting hard. “If you were taking your clothes off, how would you take the top off?”

Candy grinned, grabed her shirt by the bottom and lifted it over her head. Two ripe breasts jumped out in his face, which surprised him because her tits were so firm in the shirt that he thought for sure she must’ve had a bra on.

“Whoa!” Dave barked excitedly, and his boner stiffened a little more. He complimented the tattoo on her left breast and her beautiful skin tone. He took the shirt and asked if she wasn’t wearing underwear either. “I am, ” she said.

“Well, when you take those off, I get them.” She chuckled and turned around so they’d get a shot of her unzipping her pants. She was wearing a black thong that fit nicely up her juicy ass. Dave felt that too, and said, “We’ll get you ready for John so when he comes in here you guys can get a bond going right away.” She dropped her pants and sat down. She tried to get them off her ankles, but they got tied up somehow, so Jerrock helped out. He couldn’t get them off either. Everybody was all nerves.

“I think you’re husband’s excited too. He’s fumbling around down there too, ” Dave said.

They got them off and Dave picked them up and tossed them aside. Candy was gorgeous right down to her toes. He started giving her a foot massage and asked Jerrock one more time if he was okay with it. “Oh yeah, ” said Jerrock sounding more eager than anyone else.

“Well I guess I better get John Strong in here. JOHN.” A man with huge biceps walked out of the back room. He was wearing a tight shirt and blue jeans. His hair looked like he got a horrible haircut from a military barber. He shook hands with everyone as Dave introduced him. There was nothing cute about this man, but with his unbelievable body, good eye contact, and charming personality, Candy found him extremely sexy and couldn’t wait to see what was causing that bulge in his jeans.

“She’s ready.” “I see. You already got her unwrapped.” Dave picked up Candy’s clothes and got out of the way. He told Jerrock to move too so they could have some room on the couch to have fun with. Everybody seemed to calm down now that the talking was out of the way. Dave and Jerrock got comfortable on the far end of the couch. They had big smiles and stared with wide eyes like they were about to watch a sporting event on TV. All they needed was some beer and sandwiches to make it complete. John sat beside candy and started touching her breasts as he talked with her about nothing in particular. Candy turned to her husband and asked if it was making his cock hard.

He said, “Yeah, it’s making me horny.” John knelt before Candy and opened her legs. He slipped his tongue between her pussy lips and started licking it up and down. Then he licked her clit and started flicking his tongue on it. Candy took a deep breath. She fell backwards as a rush of tingles filled her horny cunt. She was already wet, but John had her pussy gushing in seconds. Candy’s moaning was the only sound in the room because Dave and Jerrock were staring in silence.

Her pussy tasted good. She was a creamer too. John looked down as he was licking her pussy. It was shiny and there were collections of pussy juice surrounding the hole. He kept lapping at her clit, and every now and again he would slurp up some of the juice, swallow it, and suck on her clit again.

Candy closed her eyes and pushed her pelvis forward so she could lean farther back. She grabed her tits, squeezed them, and rubed her nipples, which made her hornier. She started moaning a little louder. She felt his tongue slip deep inside her pussy and she let out a gasp. “He eats my pussy so good, ” she moaned. “I can’t wait to fuck you hard tonight, ” said Jerrock. He was touching her legs and he couldn’t seem to sit still in his seat. His legs were moving constantly like he had to use the bathroom, but everyone knew it had nothing to do with his bladder. His cock was hard, it was getting uncomfortable, and he needed to rub it, but there were too many people around. Dave was standing on the other side of the couch looking down on them. Even from that angle he could how wet she was. “Do you always get that wet?” She looked up and nodded. She was too weak to talk. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. Her face twisted into a passionate grimace. John was fucking her with his finger as he licked her cunt. Her legs started wiggling. The boys knew she was close to cumming in his mouth. Dave pinched her nipples. They were hard, erect, and ultra sensitive. Her legs shook as her cream spilled into his mouth. Candy wasn’t a screamer so she didn’t cry out, but the joy was very apparent in her face. When her orgasm subsided, she asked Jerrock if he wanted to see her suck his dick. It was a rhetorical question, of course, so they were in the act of trading places before Jerrock could finish his sentence. John’s body was a lot more impressive without clothes. It seemed like even his muscles had muscles too. He was ripped and he had a big cock too. Candy took his swollen mber in her mouth and slowly bobed her head up and down on it. She stared her husband in the eye the whole time, which made him insane with lust. His cock was really throbing now. Her necklace waved back and forth as she licked his shaft and swirled her tongue around his cock head. Then she sucked him deep inside her mouth, let it touch the back, and rose off it.

She went down again. This time she stopped when his dick touched the back. She contracted her throat on the cock head and let saliva drip from her mouth and slide down his prick. “Do you like the way she sucks your dick?” asked Jerrock. “Yeah, she’s really good at it, ” John said between grunts. She fastened her lips securely on the cock head and sucked hard on it while she twisted and shook her head like a rabid dog. She was licking his shaft while she did this, giving him a tingle that was more intense than any porn star had given him.

She looked at her husband again and let his cock fall out of her mouth so she could swirl her tongue around the head, lick the shaft, and swallow it down again. It felt more like teasing to John, who was currently trying to think about everything other than what he was doing because Candy was making it difficult to keep from popping his load. The fact that her husband was sitting right there and enjoying it was making it harder. “You like sucking dick, honey?” asked Jerrock. She smiled and let his cock pop out of her mouth. She nodded, said, “I like sucking your dick too.” Dave smiled and said, “I got a feeling you’re gonna get a blowjob on the way home.”

Jerrock smiled, but it only lasted a moment because he looked at Candy just in time to see John’s cock disappear down her throat while she was staring at Jerrock with a look of seduction in her eyes.

Jerrock’s cock jumped and throbed like crazy. He wanted to join in so bad but he didn’t want to ruin his wife’s fun. Likewise, Dave was having a hard time controlling the impulse to whip out his own cock and stroke a load of cum all over her face. “Ohh! She’s got a good mouth, ” moaned John. “I can see why you married her.”

She grabed his balls and started stroking it upward while her head was going downward. It was like she was feeding more of it into her mouth because she sucked him deeper with every pass.

The blowjob was a little too good. John had a feeling that if she kept going the way she was, she would have a mouthful of his genetic code very soon. Besides that, she kept looking at him with those baby-blue eyes and talking dirty to him. Dave had sat behind them so he could watch her ass and puffy cunt lips while she sucked him. The thought of that was bringing him close to orgasm too. He lifted her head off his shaft. “I want to fuck you, ” he said.

When Candy turned around to get fucked from behind, Dave was sitting behind her with his cock out. He’d pulled it out to masturbate, but Candy was in a bending position with her head close to his cock. “Want me to suck it?” she asked. “Is it alright with you?” he asked Jerrock. “Yeah.” “Are you sure? We don’t want you getting—” “It’s okay. My dick is getting really hard, ” interrupted Jerrock.

Candy knew her husband well so she didn’t wait for his approval. She already knew he would like it. She wrapped her lips around Dave’s cock, which was nice and thick, a surprise considering how old he was. She got it wet with her tongue and lips first, and then started sucking it as she felt John’s dick sliding in her other end. Wet pussy juice spilled all over his cock head. A rush of tingles ripped through his penis. He eased more of it inside her, slowly and gently, giving her time to adjust to his girth. “Whoa, she’s got a tight pussy, ” John said. Jerrock watched as John rammed his wife’s horny cunt from behind as she slobered Dave’s cock all over. He walked around to the back of the couch so he could stand over them. He wanted a closer view, plus his cock didn’t feel as uncomfortable standing up.

Dave was in la-la land. His eyes rolled into his head and he was taking deep breaths with his hands clenched tightly at his side. Now he understood what John was talking about. Candy had a great mouth. John thrust into her so hard that they could hear the collision of his pelvis hitting her ass. Her husband egged him on, talking about how much they were turning him on and how hard he was gonna fuck her later on. He pulled his cock out and Dave got out of the way. He sat in the middle of the couch. He held his cock pointing straight up.

It was drenched in pussy juice. Some had collected on his shaft. The rest was soaked all over his balls. Candy sat on his cock. This time it slid right in with no resistance. “Ohhhhhh!” Candy moaned. She started bouncing on his cock, stopping to grind her horny cunt every now and then. Her perky breasts bounced and swayed in the air. They fucked like this for only a few minutes because Jerrock and Dave wanted to see her get fucked in the ass. That’s what they’d been wanting from the beginning. She stood and bent over with her ass up, back arched, and head down. John eased up behind her with his eyes locked on that beautiful ass. He put the cock head on her asshole and gave it a gentle push. It was seriously tight, but his cock was covered in pussy juice, which gave it some lubrication.

He pulled back and pushed again. It slipped inside far enough for the sphincter to snap shut around his cock head. “Ooh, ” moaned Candy.

A couple more tried and he was deep inside and thrusting mightily into her asshole. It was tighter than her pussy, so tight it gave John a sensation that was unreal. She started throwing her ass back at him so hard that he lost balance a couple times, stepped backward and somehow ended up sitting on the couch behind them with Candy sitting on his cock.

She didn’t miss a step. She just started bouncing up and down on his eager prick. John held her by the hips. He started ramming her hard and fast.

“Oh, yesss!” screamed Candy. “Fuck, yeah. Oh, yeah, come on, baby.” They were both humping at each other with everything they had. John lifted her off his dick, stood up, forced her to her knees, and started stroking his cock Turned on by his show of strength, Candy eagerly licked the head of his ass-sodden cock and said, “Yeah. Give it to me!”

Cum spilled from John’s cock. Candy hungrily lapped at it and turned her head every which way to get all over face as it shot out. Her lips were flooded in semen, so much that it started dripping down her face all over the floor and her breasts. When he was done, she stroked it and kissed it while she smiled and looked into the camera, which everyone had forgotten about until now. “It took a while to get you guys in here, but it was definitely worth it.”

Candy kissed and licked his cock while she savored the taste of his sweet cum in her mouth. She held onto it tightly, wishing somebody would invent a way to make a detachable dick. If only I could take it home and keep it, she thought.

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Office Drinks

Innocent cocktails after work leads to filthy fun…

I had been living in New York City for a year or so and working in a big office, there were a lot of young people working there and we would organise regular nights out, usually on a Friday after work to a local bar to drink off the stresses of the week. This one Friday a bunch of us were going out and I was very pleased to hear that Sally would be coming along, Sally worked in sales, she was tall with curly long blonde hair, with a lovely shape, a real blonde bombshell type. She didn’t have HUGE tits, but larger than average and she had nice wide hips and a wriggle like a 50’s pin-up.

It was August and the New York streets were steaming from the heat, even after dark it was hot. By the time I got to the bar there were already a handful of people there, accountants, sales, legal. Kevin from sales ordered me a beers and I stood at the bar chatting with a bunch of colleagues, there was a group of women from the office sitting at a nearby table and Kevin and another sales guy, Paul were sizing up the ladies.

“But you’ve got a soft spot of Sally, we all know that.” Said Kevin and Paul laughed.

“What makes you say that?” I kind of blushed.

“I see the way you stop by her office for one reason or another, you’re always standing outside her door.”

“It’s strictly professional.” I said and the others laughed at me.

A few drinks later and still no Sally, some of the others were already starting to leave, mostly the commuters needing to get back to the suburbs before too late. I was now sitting with a bunch of the ladies at a booth in the back, Nancy, Marilyn, the receptionist Wanda and a couple of others I didn’t really know. I ordered them a round of drinks and they were very happy. Wanda was flirting with me, as she always did, Wanda pretty much flirted with anyone, she didn’t want to be a receptionist for long and I always thought this was her way of working herself into another department. She was young and bubly, very funny and quite saucy too. She was wearing a very low cut top and she looked gorgeous, she was one of those girls that would touch you when she talked and I was really enjoying the attention since Sally, my main target, had not shown. I was deep in conversation with Wanda when Kevin came over to give me a nudge, I looked up and standing at the far end of the bar was Sally, wearing a tiny little blue and white sundress, the skirt part flared out at her waist and fell above her knee and had thin little straps over her shoulders, Wanda gave me a little wink and said, “See you later Wallace, and you might want to close your mouth.” She blew me a kiss as she walked over to the bar and joined another group of people.

As the night wore on more and more people started to leave, I was sitting at a booth with Kevin, Paul, Wanda, Nancy and Sally when the last of the stragglers said their good-byes and left the six of us behind.

“Where to next?” Wanda asked.

“It looks like this place is going to close soon.” Said Kevin, “Let’s go to a club or something.”

“We could go to my place.” Said Wanda, “it’s not far and I’ve got plenty of booze.”

We were all a bit tipsy and agreed to head off to Wanda’s. We piled into two cabs, Kevin and Paul with Nancy and me with Wanda and Sally.

“You look hot tonight, girl.” Wanda said to Sally.

“Thanks. I just had to go home and change before coming out, it was too hot to go out in a suit.”

She looked absolutely incredible, her legs pressed next to me in the cab, it was all I could do not to reach out and grope her right there. We were at Wanda’s in no time, the others were out front waiting for us and we all piled in the lift and up to Wanda’s tiny apartment. It was hot so Wanda cranked up the air-conditioning, but it didn’t seem to help much. Wanda put on some music and Kevin switched on the TV, with the sound down and found Channel X, strippers and adverts for phone sex came across the screen, the girls just giggled and ignored it. We all got a drink and I sat down on the couch next to Sally, we were talking work stuff, complaining about so-and-so, etc. Nancy was dancing in the corner, she was tall and very slim with olive completion, she had taken off her suit jacket and was wearing a very sheer white shirt, her pointy nipples could be seen right through the thin fabric. Wanda started to dance with her the boys were talking shit on the other sofa.

The night progressed and Paul was in the kitchen with Nancy, Wanda and Kevin were on the floor of the living room kissing right in front of Sally and I and Sally and I were watching the dirty images on the TV and kissing a little . Finally Wanda stood up and announced, “Let’s go do something, let’s go somewhere really filthy.” ‘Let’s go!” said Kevin not knowing what she was talking about. Wanda then started to tell us about an S&M nightclub downtown, we didn’t have to do anything, but it was just wild to go and watch she explained. Surprisingly we were all up for it. I had never been to anyplace like that before the idea was very exciting to me. Again we piled into two cabs and headed down town, this time it was the four other in one and Sally and I in our own. Wanda had given us the address and we made our way downtown. This time in the taxi I didn’t keep my hand to myself, Sally and I kissed passionately and my hands roamed over that beautiful sundress, squeezing her firm breasts and poking my finder under the cloth to play with her nipples. I could see her eyes checking the driver’s rear-view mirror, she was getting uncomfortable so we stopped fooling around, straightened ourselves out and just sat close to each other for the rest of the ride.

The club was dark and in the cellar of an old meat-packing warehouse, there was a bar in the front room, but no alcohol was served. There were people dressed in fetish gear, ruber, leather, whips and chains, as well as lots of people like us just in there for a perv. Sally and I found the others at the bar, Kevin was busy getting the score from the bartender, they didn’t serve alcohol but you could bring your own, Kevin quickly ran out to find somewhere to buy some more booze while the rest of us wandered around the place, there were people in cages tied up and having hot candle wax poured on them, a very sexy woman in leather tied to a rack being tortured by another woman, men with collars being pulled around on dog leads. Paul and Nancy found a corner and stood against the wall kissing and Wanda, Sally and I wandered around. A man offered Sally $100 to pee on him and we all broke out in hysterical laughter. There were lots of couples groping each other and transvestites standing around trying to look beautiful.

We found Paul and Nancy back in there corner still going at it, now there was a group of people, couples, but mostly men gathered closely around them, Nancy’s shirt was open and her lovely pert breast were on display, Paul was kissing her face and neck and tweaking her large hard nipples, Nancy had small breasts but with large thick, dark nipples, it seemed like half her tit was nipple, but a lovely pointy shape, curving up. Paul had her against the wall and his mouth of going from one breast to another, Nancy’s head was thrown back, her eyes shut. Many of the men standing around had their cocks out and were stroking as Paul and Nancy put on this show.

Kevin finally found us, with a paper bag with a few cans of beer, but we were no longer interested.. He dropped the beer with the bartender and joined us watching the show. Paul had now undone Nancy’s tight suit skirt and pulled it down, she gently stepped out of it and kicked it to the side, she then took off her open shit and stood there in the corner in nothing but frilly white knickers, she caressed her own body with her hands, running over her hips and across her breast, then up over her head where she leaned back and waited for Paul to continue. Kevin, was now standing behind Wanda had his arms around her, feeling her hips, squeezing her jugs and she reached her head behind to give him a passionate kiss. Paul was now sliding Nancy’s knickers to the ground, kneeling down to pick them up of the floor as she stepped out of the them. Nancy was completely nude, her pussy trimmed to almost nothing, just a thin dark strip above her box – you could see everything. Paul kissed her neck, sucked her nipples and his hands grabed and her butt cheeks, Nancy turned and put her hands against the wall sticking her ass out at the audience and Paul started working his hand between her legs, Sally jumped out of the way toward me as the man standing next to us shot a huge load all over the floor, there we men furiously wanking all around. Nancy’s eyes were closed as Paul worked on her pussy, rubing her clit, sticking one finger in, two finger. Next to us Kevin had Wanda’s top completely open and they were kissing, he was playing with her nipples and some of the wanking men had turned their attention to them. Wanda had big round tits and large nipples, there was a man right next to them stroking away at this cock, the man whispered something in Wanda’s ear and I heard her say, “it’s OK.” The man reached out and caressed Wanda’s breast and Kevin immediately went to move the man’s hand away. “It’s OK.” Wanda said, “He asked.”

Sally was holding me very tight, she could feel the huge bulge in my trousers and she smiled at me. Back against the wall Nancy was now cuming quite furiously, Paul’s hand was working very fast between her legs and she was moaning and clutching at the wall, she could hardly keep steady standing in her heels, she turned around and braced Paul and gave him a huge kiss. Next to me Kevin was standing behind Wanda, her shirt was completely open and two other men were of fondling and sucking her tits, Kevin had his hand down the front of her loosened jeans and Wanda was stroking one of the men’s cocks with her hand, she was moaning with pleasure when the man shoot his load all over her hand and wrist, she then moved to the next man and started stroking him, her hand still covered in the first man’s spunk. Wanda was getting closer and closer to orgasm, Sally had her hands behind her back rubing my hard dick through my trousers. Nancy was now on her knees and undoing Paul’s flies, she struggled a bit to get the hard cock out, but finally if popped free, she opened her mouth and moved towards the pulsing mber, and at that moment...

“OK, OK, shows over!” one of the women working there was making her way through the crowd and told Nancy to get up. “I’m sorry, but we’re fine with everything except penetration, I don’t care if you’re married or what you are, that’s the kind of thing that will get us closed down.” Nancy, very barrassed started to reach for her clothes.

“Honey, you don’t need to put your clothes on, it’s just we have a strict no fucking or sucking policy, it’s not me, it’s The City.” Nancy was kind of confused by this, handed her clothes to Paul and walked over to Kevin.

“Where are those beers?” She asked.

“Behind the bar.”

We all went over to the bar, Wanda rushed to the bathroom with her tits hanging out to wash the spunk off her hands.

There we were standing in this dirty little basement bar, Kevin organised the beers, Nancy was wearing nothing but her heels, Wanda came back with her top in her hand and says, “Thought you’d like some company.” Wanda says to Sally, “What about you girl, are we going to see that amazing body you’ve got under there?”

“I don’t know,” Sally said, “This is incredibly hot, I mean I really like watching this, but I don’t think I could do that myself.”

“You just have to let yourself go, if it feels good do it.” And with that Wanda stripped off her jeans and her underwear and gave Nancy a huge, wet, sloppy kiss.

At this point my cock was so hard I didn’t know what to do, I was thinking to do just like the other men in the place, just take it out and have a wank. Wanda’s body was simply gorgeous, her tits were huge and round, flat stomach, but not too skinny, and a plump round bottom that you just want to bury yourself in, she was completely shaven and we all had a nice long drink together. Before this night I think I had only ever said about five words to Nancy, now I was standing in a bar with her trying not to stare at her landing strip. Eventually the girls got dressed and we all went outside, this time it was three cabs, one for Paul and Nancy, one for Kevin and Wanda, the other for me and Sally. In the cab Sally told me how turned on that whole scene made her, she was flushed and didn’t seem to know what to do with herself, she leaned over to kiss me, but she moved her head right for my lap, undid my trouser and started sucking my cock, I reached up under her dress and pulled her knickers down to her knees and started playing with her pussy, she was really slurping away at my manhood and I knew I was not going to last so I pulled her head up and sat her back, I reached down and pulled knickers off all the way and put them on the seat next to me. I kissed her neck and pulled the thin shoulder strap of her dress down and then the other, I could see the drivers eyes in the mirror and I knew Sally did too, she was sitting behind the passenger seat, I pulled the dress down further and exposed her luscious breasts, she has lovely pink nipples and they were so hard. She looked at me as if to say ‘stop’, but I didn’t, she covered her breasts with her hand and I took them and put them at her side, she was sitting in the back of the cab with her tits fully exposed, her hands at her sides, her face turning red. I then started working her pussy with my hand, slowing rubing her clit and licking her left nipple, she closed her eyes and started to move with me, the cab was zipping through the city and she is half naked in the back of a cab when I bunched the dress up over her waist so I can see her pussy, she was completely shaved, lovely big pussy lips, I could see the wetness. I leaned her head forward and pulled the dress completely off over her head, now she was clutching at herself trying to cover up, I put the dress on the seat next to me, moved her hands back to her sides and spread her legs, she was looking at me, half smiling, half terrified, trying to speak to me with facial expressions as if to say, ‘OK that’s enough.”

This is when the driver turned around and asked what side of the street we want, we had arrived at my apartment building, “Just on the left here is fine thanks.” Sally looked at me confused, I collected her knickers and dress and held them in a ball at my side, took out my wallet and handed Sally a $20 bill, “Pay the man.” I said. “What?” “Get out of the car and pay the man.” Sally took the $20’s from me, “I can’t.” Get out and pay the driver.” Sally opened her door and slowly stepped out of the car. She walked toward the front of the car and crossed over, the head lights blaring directly on her nude body, she slowly walked across and over to the drivers door and handed him the money. “Keep the change.” She said and smiled at him. I got out of the car and she followed me into the building, looking behind the caby was still there watching her walk all the way into the building. I held the door open for her and Sally walked in, only to see the doorman half-asleep behind the counter and just kept walking.

“Hey, Richie.” I said. And the doorman snapped out of his daze and stared at Sally walking in.

“Hey, how you doin’ tonight Wallace?

“Pretty good, Richie, pretty good.”

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