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Chapter 2: Anger, Alienation, and Aspirations

It had been about a week since the dream I had had, where I thought I had been fucking Dana. My heart still disappointed that it did not actually happen, but a new resolve in myself to never let it actually happen. I loved my wife, and this all needed to stop. I did not want to do something that would ruin what Julia and I had built together.

I was sitting at my desk, my mind wandering, my brow furrowed, staring blankly at my computer screen. “Hey stranger,” I heard her voice ring through my head and I jerked my head up in reaction quickly.

“Shit!” I yelped as pain shot through my neck. I instantly shot my hand up to grab the back of my neck to rub the pain out.

“I’m so sorry!” Dana said frantically. She came around to the back of my desk and placed her hands on my neck. I drew my hand away instinctively as she began to massage my neck. Her fingers were cool against my neck, and goosebumps spread all over my body. Her fingers felt soft and smooth…and wonderful. I sucked in a breath.

“Dana…I…I don’t know…what are you doing?” I asked, falling all over my words. My cock was hardening as her fingers were working out the knot that had formed in my neck. I placed my hands over my lap to hide my growing erection as she continued to press into my neck with her soft, feminine fingers. All I wanted was to swing my chair around and grab her, pulling her into my lap. The thought of doing that caused my cock to swing into full gear, pulsing and pressing up against my hands trying to keep it under control.

“I’m just trying to get the knot out of your neck,” Dana whispered, her lips pressed against my ear. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up in response, and I moaned in reaction. I wanted to take her in my arms so badly. I wanted to press her body up against mine, to do to her everything I had dreamed of doing to her.

“What…what is going on?” I jumped at the sound of Julia’s voice, I stood up quickly from the chair, nearly knocking Dana off her feet. Dana stumbled backwards and I reached out my hand to steady her, all the while my eyes on Julia standing in the doorway of my office.

“Babe, it’s not what it looks like,” I stammered, staring at her.

Julia’s eyes were filling with tears, and Dana still stood behind me not moving just staring at Julia. Julia turned to walk away and I stormed out of my office after her. I caught her by the arm. “Baby, Julia Baby, come here.” Julia turned and her hand made harsh impact against my cheek. I shut my eyes against the sting. I was sure she had left a handprint on my face. People in the hallway stopped what they were doing at the sound of the impact.

“Let fucking go of me,” Julia hissed harshly at me, aware of everyone staring at us. I lowered my eyes to the ground, and I dropped my arm from her hand. Julia took one last look at me, tears streaming down her face and walked away towards the parking lot.

I looked back and saw Dana standing in my office doorway, staring at me. I shot her an apologetic look and started after Julia. I needed to talk to Julia. I need to be honest with her about everything that had been going on. Or the lack of what had been going on, but more of what had been going on in my head.

I found Julia sitting in the car, her head in her hands. She was sobbing, her small petite shoulders shaking violently. The door to her car was open, but I dared not get too close, knowing that what was going through her head was the worst thing that could possibly have happened to us. I felt like we had stood there for hours before I finally tried to speak.

“Baby, nothing happened…I need you to believe me. But I do want to tell you some things.” Julia looked up at me. Her eyes were swollen and red, her cheeks glistening with the remnants of her tears. Red splotches covered her beautiful face and her blue-gray eyes were filled with pain. I knelt down in front of her in the parking lot.

********** Some time later ***********

That day I had explained to her everything. I had explained how I had been having fantasies about having sex with Dana, but I explained that nothing had ever happened with me and Dana. I told her how I was attracted to Dana, had had daydreams, and actual dreams of having sex with Dana, but that I wouldn’t act on it because I loved her so much.

The hours had turned into days and the days had turned into weeks. Julia and I had worked through what had happened that day. However, Julia struggled with wanting to be intimate. She said she needed to work on trusting me, she stated that she had a hard time knowing that if we were intimate that I wouldn’t be thinking about Dana. I couldn’t blame her, not after having explained to her the dream as well as my thoughts of at times desiring Dana while we were being intimate.

However, I’m a man…and try as I might, it was still hard to not think about Dana in a sexual manner. The Bostancı Escort very way that Dana moved her hips, the ways in which she looked at me from across the conference room whenever we had team meetings, the way in which she would find a reason to text me late at night…all of those things excited me, and try as I might, I couldn’t resist peaking. I couldn’t stop the surge of excitement that would shoot through my cock, hardening it as I watched her purse her lips, the edges curving into a smile as someone said something funny in the staff meeting. God her lips were plump and full, unlike Julia’s. Julia’s lips were pretty, but simple and smaller. Diana’s lips were plump in all the right places, but still natural. She often wore red lipstick, and I wondered if she reapplied only when she knew I was watching. She would push her lips out and rub the end of the red lipstick over them, and then making a kiss with her lips. It would send chills all the way down to my soul.

But, as I was already in the doghouse with Julia over the issue, I avoided any individual contact with Dana. I avoided being the last person out of the conference room with her, I avoided individual supervision with her, insisting instead that she complete supervision with her other supervisor. Dana still sent me those late night texts though, and though I would never admit it, I waited for them. If they didn’t come one night, I would go to sleep disappointed.

Julia had taken big steps in saying that she would start to trust me again. Her exact words had been “I’m going to trust that you won’t do anything to hurt me.” But as I looked at the phone, wondering if Dana would text, I felt that ache inside of me again. Why couldn’t life be easy? Julia was working late tonight, so I had the house to myself. I flipped through my phone to look back at the picture of the group at the club. The picture that had started all of it. My crazy obsession with Dana.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I was aware that my dick was responding to the beautiful woman in the picture, as it had for the past several months now. And just as I was about to put my phone down to pull my cock out of my boxer briefs, the phone dinged. It was Dana.

Dana: Sorry it is so late. I have a work question, can I call you?

My heart started to beat fast in my chest. Julia wasn’t expected back for at least another hour.

Me: Sure. I’ll call you, give me a minute.

I took a deep breath and pressed the call button next to her phone number. Her voice rang through my ears as she answered the phone immediately on the first ring. My cock pulsed and began to harden at the sound of it.

I cleared my throat, “Hey, what’s up?” I said, making my voice as even as possible.

Dana chuckled. “Well, I wanted to talk to you about one of my families, but first, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing well,” I chuckled. “How are you doing, Dana?” My dick pulsed again, waiting to hear her voice again. I pulled it out of my boxer briefs, it sprung up slightly, not fully hardened yet. I shuddered a little at the thought of doing what I was thinking about doing. I wanted to masturbate to the sound of Dana’s voice on the phone with me, even if she was going to talk about business.

“What have you been up to lately?” Dana asked softly. Her voice fell over my whole body and my cock hardened instantaneously becoming fully erect.

“Oh you know, the usual. Working on work stuff, meetings, all of that.” I placed my hand around my cock. Imagining that it was her soft fingers. I remembered the touch of her silky fingers against my neck and my cock responded to that thought.

“I’ve missed meeting with you,” Dana said. “When will we do supervision together again?”

“Well, I’ve been pretty busy, but we will do supervision again soon.” My hand started to run up and down my cock, the looser skin moving with my hand. I imagined Dana’s red lips being placed around the purple head of my cock. I moaned, forgetting that I was on the phone with Dana.

“What are you doing?” Dana asked, stifling a giggle. I knew she knew. I knew she knew exactly what she did to me every time she looked at me. I knew that she knew that she made me come undone every time she even looked at me.

“I think you know what I’m doing,” I said. I stroked my rock hard cock a little faster. My toes curled at the sensation.

Dana giggled. “Yes…I know exactly what you are doing…” Dana’s voice trailed off. I heard a zipper sound over the phone, and I shivered again.

“Did you just unzip your jeans?” I asked quietly. I didn’t really need her to answer. I knew what she had done. I knew what she wanted.

“I unzipped them…as I imagine you would if you were here,” she whispered barely audibly. “And now I’m pulling them off of me…and I’m pulling my shirt off also, imagining your big hands pulling my shirt off. I’m wearing a purple lace bra and a purple lace thong…and I’m Anadolu Yakası Escort already so wet for you…” her voice trailed off.

I moaned loudly. “Dana, I wish I could kiss your neck, and kiss your ear and those plump red lips. I wish I could undo your bra, letting it fall to the bed. I would then trail light kisses down your neck, cupping your breasts in my hands. As you arch your back against me, I would lean down to take your left nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking it, lightly at first and then harder, my desire for you growing with every flick of my tongue.”

I heard her breathing get heavy on the phone. “As you do that, I would reach down and take hold of your hard cock. My hands running the length of it as my pussy gets wetter and wetter, preparing itself for you to enter.”

I sighed against the emotions building inside of me. “And I would reach down and slide my hand along the slit to your wet pussy, your pussy juice covering my hand, your plump lips moving aside as I slide my hand over your slit. I then place two fingers inside of you, feeling you push up against my fingers…”

Dana moaned loudly, and I knew she had placed fingers inside of her wet pussy as I described doing so with mine.

I continued to move my hand up and down the shaft of my cock, pushing and pulling as I imagined she would be doing if she was with me. “Dana, I would continue to kiss you, licking your nipples harder. And then I would remove my hand from your soaking wet pussy and take your hand off my cock. I then would place my body over yours, and I would slowly place the tip of my cock up against your wet slit, your pussy juice lubricating the tip as it slides up and down along your slit. Then I would gently place the tip up against your pussy. And as you thrust your hips towards me, I would slide it effortlessly into you, all of my cock being pushed into you in one shot.”

Dana moaned even louder, and higher pitched. I knew that I had her at that moment. I could imagine her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, as she imagined it being my cock. “Yes…yes!” Dana encouraged.

“I would push into your wet pussy harder and harder, holding you up against the wall. I would pick you up and as you wrap your legs around me, I would continue pushing you up and down on my cock. You moaning in desire as my cock begins to pulse inside of you.” I was so close. I was stroking my cock faster and faster, knowing that it was only a matter of seconds now.

“Yes, yes, yes…” I could hear that she was close now too.

“And with a final thrust, I would then shoot hot steamy cum up into your pussy, sending it deep inside of you, and holding you still until you also came, your cum and mine running out of your pussy and down your legs.” I moaned loudly and heard her squeal at the same time, both of us cumming at the same time.

Our breathing was labored as we both came down from our mutual orgasm. As I caught my breath, I chuckled. “Did you still want to talk to me about one of your cases, Dana?” I asked through trying to breathe.

She sighed loudly on the other line. “No, that was just an excuse. It can wait…until we do supervision in the office next.” I smiled at what she was implying. “Goodnight, boss-man,” Dana said catching her breath.

I smiled. “Goodnight Goofball,” I said softly, calling her the nickname I had called her months before when everything had started.

I heard the soft click of the phone as she hung up. I quickly jumped in the shower, needing to clean up before Julia came home from work. Guilt washed over me as the warm water fell over my body, easing my hardon back to normal. I cleansed myself and got out of the shower, putting on a fresh pair of boxer briefs and laying back down in bed. I heard Julia open and shut the front door a few moments later. She came through the bedroom door and I smiled up at her.

“Hello sweetheart,” I said softly to Julia as she walked towards me. She was wearing a long beige jacket that she often wore to work.

“Hello babe,” she said back softly. She walked over to the bed and leaned down to kiss my lips. She then reached down to pull open the ties of her jacket. I gasped as she pulled her jacket off and my wife stood there completely nude as the jacket fell to the ground around her feet. My cock jumped up at the sight, getting hard once again.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto the bed on top of me. Julia smiled at me and laid her head on my bare chest, her delicate fingers tracing around my shoulders, causing shivers throughout my body.

“Baby, I’ve missed you,” Julia whispered to me. The sound of her voice made my body physically shudder.

“I’ve missed you so much too, my love,” I purred back at her, my lips kissing the top of her head.

Julia sat up, her legs on either side of me, her perfectly shaved pussy sitting on my cock which was pulsing and ready to go inside of her if it wasn’t still Ataşehir Escort in it’s boxer prison cell. I squirmed a little under her as she pushed her pussy down harder onto my rock hard cock.

“I want you, baby, I want you inside of me…I want you inside of me now!” Julia commanded in an authoritative voice. I jumped a little at the harshness of her voice, at her commanding me like that, but it was exciting also. I felt a little pre cum leak out of my cock as she reached down and pulled it from my boxers. She slid the purple head of my cock right up to the hole of her pussy which was already wet and warm. She smiled down at me and immediately slid down right onto my cock. I gasped in surprise as she took all of my cock inside her pussy. She then just sat there, my cock pulsing inside of her. She smiled at me seductively.

“I’m sure you want me to start riding you like I normally do,” Julia stated. “However, today is going to be different. I’m in charge today, and you are going to respond to every one of my commands without complaint. You are going to let me do to you whatever I want, and you are going to do to me, whatever I tell you.” She smiled slyly.

I didn’t know what to think. What is going on with her? Julia was normally very sweet and soft when we were intimate. This was new to me. She may not have had me tied up with ropes, but it sure felt like a bondage situation. I wasn’t surprised though when my cock responded with excitement at the idea, captive inside my wife’s pussy.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” Julia hissed at me.

“Yes…I understand.” I responded back to her question.

“Good boy,” She responded to me, her smile lighting up her face. “Now, place your hands on my breasts!” She commanded.

I obliged, placing my hands on her plump DD breasts with dark pink nipples that were standing erect. My hands brushed against them and she moaned and arched her back slightly.

“Now close your eyes!” She commanded. “I want you to imagine you are touching Dana’s breasts…perky, full, erect nipples…” Her voice trailed off.

My hands immediately came flying off of her breasts and I looked up at her in horror. “What are you doing?” I asked her.

“You don’t get to speak!” She responded harshly to me. I looked up at her in shock, confusion all over my face. She chuckled. “I know you want to be with her,” Julia stated matter-of-factly. “And as I have thought over the past couple of weeks since seeing you in your office with her, I have come to the conclusion that I can use this to my favor. I want you to fuck me like you did that night when you were dreaming about fucking her. But…”her voice trailed off as she smiled down at me again. “The difference is that I’M in control now.”

My cock pulsed hard into her vagina, being squeezed inside of her, at the sound of her commands. I didn’t know what to think, my head was racing.

“So, now, put your hands back on my breasts and close your eyes!” She commanded again.

I gulped, excitement coursing through my veins, but not wanting her to see that. I can play this little game, I thought to myself as I closed my eyes.

“Now, rub my nipples hard, like you want to rub Dana’s,” Julia commanded and I obliged, causing a sharp breath to come out of her mouth. She raised up and down on my cock slowly as I pulled and tugged at her nipples, her back arching away from my hands. I squeezed my eyes shut hard so that I would not open them against her command. I did not want her to stop riding my hard cock if I opened them again.

“Good,” She purred down at me as I continued to pull on her nipples. “Now, place your hands down to my ass, and pull and push me up and down on your dick.” She commanded. I dropped my hands to her ass, cupping her firm ass in my hands and helping her as she rose and fell onto my cock. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter and I did not know how much I could take without cumming into her. “That’s right, baby, fuck Dana’s pussy hard.” I started to pull and push her up and down faster and faster, moaning loudly as I knew I was close.

“Stop!” She commanded loudly. My eyes shot open at her command. She smiled slyly down at me. “I am not ready for you to cum inside of me,” She stated. She pushed herself up off of my cock, her pussy hovering right above my tip. She must have seen the desperation in my eyes because she laughed and placed a hand on my cock, steadying it. But she did not run her hand along the hard shaft. She moved her legs in between mine and lowered her mouth to just above the head of my cock. I closed my eyes again in anticipation.

“Now,” She flicked her tongue playfully over the tip of my cock. “I want you to imagine that Dana is about to suck your cock.” She flicked her tongue playfully over the tip again, causing me to tense at the sensation. She then placed her soft silky lips completely around the head and started to suck.

My head started to spin with how good it felt, and I followed her command, I imagined it was Dana’s bright red plumpy lips around my cock. Julia dropped her mouth down further around my cock, and I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. She then continued the up and down motion of fucking me with her mouth.

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It was about 9.30 in the morning, and I’d come into chambers early to finish a brief for a QC who was due in court that afternoon. It was a fairly boring fraud case, but the sort of stuff that runs and runs and pays the bills, anyway, I was nearly done and desperate for a cup of coffee, so I picked up the phone and called my secretary:

“Oh Janie – good morning – nice of you to make it to work this morning.”

“Cut the sarcasm Max, just because you had to come in at sparrow’s fart – after that liquid lunch you had with your journo mates in the Wig and Pen yesterday afternoon, no need to give me a hard time OK. Talk about a conflict of interests!”

“Ok, enough already Janie – just remember who’s boss around here, you, OK.”

“That’s better, Max, now what can I do you for?”

“Gasping for a coffee Janie, get one of the juniors, to bring me one in will you, strong and sweet – I need it, and I’ve a pile of filing to do too.”

“Well all the juniors are busy Max – running your errands, but we’ve got some work experience kid just come in – will that do.”

“Well I suppose so, but I hope it’s not some pimply oik like the last one we had, dyslexic to boot.”

“Do you want your coffee Max?” “Ok, Ok just get on with it will you.”

I put the phone down – “getting way above her station that girl”, I said to myself, but in truth Janie was great and very attractive, but she was my wife’s best friend and the best secretary I’d ever had to boot, so I wasn’t going to mess that up, beside as a general rule, it’s best not to shit on one’s own doorstep so to speak.

I sat back to read the last of the affidavits in the brief and waited for some spotty youth to bring me my coffee. God, work experience heaven help us, every kid we’d had so far had been a total no hoper, we only kept it up because the head of chambers was a governor at the local school, just doing his bit for the community.

There was a knock at the door, and I said ‘come in’ with out looking up.

“Excuse me Mr. Randy, Janie asked me to bring you some coffee, black with two sugars, is that OK?”

I looked up somewhat surprised to hear a sweet young female voice. My surprise didn’t end there. She was gorgeous, shoulder length dark haired with blue eyes and a nice taut athletic frame. I caught myself from staring; nevertheless I’m sure she noticed the lustful smile that momentarily spread across my lips.

“ Yes, that’s fine.” I said. “ Just put it down here on my desk.”

She walked into the office, closing the door behind her, and placed the mug of coffee in front of me. I looked her up and down. She was wearing a blue blazer and school skirt, which was evidently far too short and tight to be school regulation, and matching long socks. Mmmm I thought, some how school uniforms are such a turn on. I noticed that her white blouse was also stretched tight over her firm breasts, and I could see the outline of a thin black bra with a hint of nipple poking through. I looked up at her face and saw that she was blushing, having noticed the intensity with which I’d scrutinised her. Anadolu Yakası Escort I’m a lawyer, I can’t help it – I have to have an eye for detail.

“So you’re here for work experience, are you? What’s your name?” I said looking her directly in the eye.

“Kimberley, Mr Randy. Yes, I’ll be here for a week, I’m really looking forward to it, because I want to read law at University next year.”

“Well Kimberley, welcome to Hampton, Randy and Partners. And you can call me Max, by the way, everybody else does, if not something far worse. I must say you make a refreshing change from the usual uninspired youth we have through here on work experience.”

She giggled sexily and smiled back at me: “Janie said you had some filing for me to do, would you like me to start now? I’ve nothing else to do and Janie said that she was popping out to the bank and wouldn’t be back for an hour or so.”

“Yes, that’d be great, you see those two piles of brief’s on the floor by the filing cabinets.” I said, pointing across the room. “Well the one on the left is cases pending and the one on the right is completed cases. Just file them alphabetically in the respective cabinets. Ok? The names of the clients are written clearly on the cover of each brief.”

“Sounds easy enough.” she said, as she turned and walked over to stacks of briefs.

I watched her behind as she walked, she had a nice perky arse too, and her hips swayed gently as she walked. When she reached the filing cabinets on the office wall, instead of crouching down to pick up the first file, she just bent straight over. My mouth gaped open in surprise and lust as I saw her skirt rise up her thighs to reveal the moons of her naked bottom cheeks and just a glimpse of a delightful keyhole between her legs, barely covered by a black thong. My cock sprang to life and I had to adjust my pants under my desk. I sipped my coffee and couldn’t take my eyes of her. I had a slight hangover and that always makes me hornier than hell anyway.

“She must be doing this deliberately.” I thought to myself, “She can’t be that naïve, that she doesn’t realise that she’s giving me a show.”

I picked up my coffee and a copy of Law Magazine that was lying on my desk and went over to sit in one of the two easy chairs by a coffee table that I keep for reading and discussions with my partner and clients. She was making short work of the filing, and repeating the same movement each time. I tried to pretend I was reading the magazine but I couldn’t take my eyes off her sweet arse.

Finally she turned and looked back at me, as I dropped the mag into my lap to cover the swelling in my trousers.

“All done Mr Randy, eh I mean Max, got anything else for me to do?”

“Not just now,” I said, “Why don’t you come and sit over here, opposite me and tell me about yourself, and why you want to be a lawyer?” I pointed to the easy chair across from me. “And take off your blazer if you like, we’re actually pretty informal around here despite appearances to the contrary.”

She slipped off her blazer, hung it Bostancı Escort on the coat stand and sat down opposite me, some what demurely pulling down her skirt as she did. I thought privately that this was a bit futile as I’d already seen her delicious arse, and the skirt rode up any way to the tops of her thighs, but for now she kept her knees together, so I was spared further excitement in that department although I now had a delightful view of her firm round breasts, and I could swear that her nipples were even more prominent than before.

“So tell me, what kind of law would you like to practice, and what do you hope to get out of your time here?” I said looking at her seriously.

She started to tell me how she hoped to be a criminal barrister and was studying English, philosophy and drama at “A” level, and that she hoped she would learn something from me about how solicitors prepare a case for court. As she talked her legs parted and although I tried to pay attention to her and focus on her face my gaze was pulled magnetically up her skirt. I could see the outline of her pussy through the thin fabric of her thong, which was stretched tight revealing the folds of her cunt lips.

She stopped talking, which broke my reverie, and I looked up to see that she’d noticed me staring up her skirt.

“Do you like what you see?” she said, looking me boldly in the eye, with a naughty smile on her face.

“Eh hmm, well yes I do.” I replied, as matter of factly as I could, and I stood up to go and lock the office door.

“mmm I can see that” she said, looking down at the big bulge of my erection, “would you like me to show you more?”

I said nothing but, turned the key in the door and returned to my chair, adjusting my cock in my pants as I did so. With that she pulled up her skirt and in a single swift movement removed her thong, and spread her legs wide apart. I feasted my eyes on the sweetest bare pussy I’d ever seen. Her lips were thin but pouting, and her cunt glistened with her juices. She was obviously turned on and enjoying the effect she was having on me.

Slowly she lowered her hands between her legs and began softly caressing her thighs. Running her finger tips up and down, just barely touching the folds of her labia with each stroke. Gradually she worked her fingers further into her lips, spreading them wide so that the bump of her clit was visible. She raised one hand to her mouth and licked the tip of her index finger, before lowering it again and applying it to her clit. Delicately she rubbed her fingertip back and forth on the hood of her clit until I could see her little cherry, pink, sweet, swollen and proud.

I was transfixed and started rubbing my cock though my trousers, but it was too hard and too big for comfort, so I unbuttoned my fly and my rigid shaft, sprang out through the fly of my shorts. Slowly and lightly I stroked my cock, never taking my eyes off the show that she was giving me. I’ve a bigger than average cock, not too long, but thick with a clean circumcised head which was throbbing already, as Ümraniye Escort I was so turned on, watching Kimberley masturbate before me. Her eyes widened and she moaned softly as she gazed at my purple helmet, which was by now fully engorged, with my finger and thumb ringing it. The sight of the pre-cum glistening on my pulsating tip, seemed to turn her on even more, and she plunged two fingers deep into her cunt, which was now dripping with juices. Faster and deeper she pumped her fingers inside her, until throwing her head back she began to groan like a wildcat and tremble, her thighs quivering tight against her fingers. I could hear her fingers slurping in her love hole, and I watched in awe, squeezing my shaft hard, as with a final violent tremor she came, squirting love juice all over her hand.

For a few seconds she fell back into her chair as the tension of orgasm subsided and she relaxed. I was stroking – still slowly, savouring every minute of this glorious scene. She seemed to come to, as though waking from a dream, and looking down at my hand, which was now pumping my shaft rather faster, said:

“Here Max, let me help you with that.”

She knelt on the floor in front of me, grasped my waistband and pulled my trousers and pants to my ankles. Cupping my balls in her left hand she circled my pulsating cock with her right and started to wank me, her hand slipping smoothly up and down still lubricated with her cunt juice. Then looking me in the eye she lowered her lips to my cock head, sucking it hard and darting her tongue into my cumhole as she did so. I was in ecstasy and felt my balls tighten and the cum start to rise from the base of my shaft. I moaned, warning her that I was about to cum. Instead of pulling back she sucked my full length into her mouth, so my tip was bumping against the back of her throat, and she slid her fingers between my legs massaging my prostate. This was too much and I started to buck my hips, grabbing the back of her head as I pumped my engorged cock ever deeper and harder into her hot mouth. At every stroke she took more of me inside her, sucking me harder, until with a blinding flash in my brain, my cock exploded inside her, spurting streams of hot creamy cum into her mouth. She sucked me in drinking my cum, never faltering, milking every last drop of my seed with her succulent lips.

I collapsed back in the chair and as I softened in her mouth, she began to lick my shaft lovingly, careful cleaning around my glans with her tongue, making sure that she swallowed every trace of my enormous orgasm.

“Stand up” she said, “look at the time, Janie will be back soon.”

I complied, struggling to my feet, as she efficiently pulled up my trousers, carefully put my cock away in my pants and buttoned my fly. She turned bent over to pick up her thong, giving my one last glimpse of her glorious pink cunt in the process, slipped the thong into her skirt pocket, smoothed her skirt down over her thighs and pecked me on cheek and said:

“I think I’m going to enjoy working under you Max, if that’s all for now Sir, I think it’s time for my tea break.” and with that she turned, popped on her blazer, and looking just like miss innocent, headed for the door and was gone. All I could do was stare after her open mouthed, wondering whether it was all a dream.

End of part one.

To be continued……

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Peter paused at the doorway, allowing his eyes to drink in the oasis of her bare body tangled in the sheets. Their lovemaking had been frantic, almost frenzied, and was still evident in the twisted mess of covers. It was as if his two-week absence could be erased somehow by the intensity of their lust. Although he had been exhausted from the long flight, it had been after three a.m. before they finally allowed themselves to drift off to sleep, their limbs still intertwined.

Maureen lay on her stomach, her left leg drawn up. The sheet was pulled tight around her legs, and the valley between her waist and ass was partially covered. He smiled as he recalled, after their lust had been sated somewhat, slowly pouring from his last bottle of 1998 Silver Oak Cabernet into that gently sloping valley. The garnet pond he created caught the silvery moonlight reflecting off the ocean. Peter had dipped his fingers into this crimson puddle, letting the ruby wine drip along her ass and thighs before slowly licking up the drops. It had been an incredibly sensual experience for both of them. While it is hard to improve a $100 a bottle wine, the cabernet had been the sweetest nectar when sipped from her skin.

Her auburn curls were off to one side, revealing the curve of her neck just below her ear. This was his other favorite place to kiss. She smelled faintly of flowers and shampoo here, a heady scent he knew others never experienced in casual conversations with her. It was a scent that lingered on her pillow and on the collar of his shirt after she hugged him. It was an intimate scent, and it never failed to arouse him.

She stretched and rolled onto her side, revealing her left breast. The dusky nipple immediately hardened as it met the cool ocean breeze coming through the open window. Maureen enjoyed making love with the window open; the possibility that someone on the sidewalk below might hear their lovemaking excited her. She became a minx, teasing him and urging him to take her to new heights.

Peter smiled, knowing it would not be long before he had her again. He had been Ataşehir Escort up for an hour now, trying to be patient and allow her some well-deserved sleep, but he was horny and his self-restraint had its limits. She yawned, rolling onto her back, and opened her grey eyes. It took a moment before she saw him in the open doorway, watching her, but when she did, she smiled.

“How long have you been watching me sleep?” she asked.

“Long enough,” he replied, crossing the room to join her on the bed.

Peter covered her with his body as his lips suckled her exposed nipple and his hands pinned hers above her head. He thrust his hips against her, letting her feel his hardness through the sheets. It wouldn’t take her long to beg him to enter her, but this morning he felt like taking his time.

He kissed her slowly, taking time to explore her mouth with his tongue. She moaned against his lips, exciting him even more. She would try his patience this morning, he could tell already. He continued to hold her hands firmly above her head, preventing her from touching him. Peter was determined to prolong her pleasure as much as possible, which meant not allowing her to participate in the lovemaking just yet. Maureen struggled against him, swiveling her hips against his, trying to entice him to remove the thin fabric barrier that separated their bodies. He could feel the heat radiating from her pelvis. Her legs were spread wide, her knees pulled up to accommodate his hips between her thighs.

Maureen was always horniest in the morning. She was the only woman he had ever met who was like that, and he loved that about her. Almost daily, he was awakened by her silken lips wrapped around his morning hard-on. Waking to an alarm clock or wake-up call while he traveled was pure torture, particularly when he knew Maureen would be taking matters into her own hands at home.

Watching her masturbate was also a favorite pastime. He loved the way she teased herself, first running her fingers over her body, avoiding her hot spots until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Then Kadıköy Escort she played, first with her nipples, pinching them into hard little nubs. Next, she slowly traced a path to her labia, rubbing them with her middle fingers. Finally, she would part her lower lips, sliding just the tip of one finger into her cleft, pulling moisture up to anoint her clit.

Peter slipped his free hand between their bodies, rubbing her clit through the sheet. She moaned again and sucked his lower lip in between her lips as she kissed him. He didn’t want to bring her off too soon, but at the same time, he was pretty certain she was capable of at least two peaks this morning.

He continued to tease her through the sheet while leaving a trail of kisses along her collarbone and down to her breast. His mouth surrounded her areola; he used the flat of his tongue to stimulate the underside of her nipple as he drew as much of her breast as possible into his mouth. She cried out as his teeth nipped at her sensitive flesh, and he could hear the sound of pedestrians on the sidewalk below. He wondered if they heard her, and if so, did it excite them, knowing someone was having sex just feet away from them? Perhaps a young woman heard them and grew wet, wishing her inept boyfriend could make her cry out like that. Perhaps a man on his way to work heard them, and became so excited that he had to jack off behind his desk before a meeting to alleviate the desire he felt. Perhaps he fantasized about fucking his assistant, making her cry out in an oceanfront bungalow while pedestrians by walked outside.

Maureen’s wetness was soaking the sheet between them, and Peter decided it was time to experience that exquisite liquid silk pouring over his cock as he plunged into her. He lifted his hips and pushed the sheet out of the way as he continued to assault her clit. She was so close to coming, and he wanted to be inside her when she did. He positioned himself at the entrance to her cunt, reveling in the power he now held. In seconds, he would be thrusting into her, feeling her tightening around Ümraniye Escort him as she approached her peak, milking the cum from his cock.

He thrust halfway in, groaning with the intense pleasure as his hardness was engulfed in her softness. As he pulled back out, she cried out at the sudden absence of his cock where she needed him most. It was the sweetest torture, this primal dance. The in and out, the giving and receiving… For centuries, the beat of ages has been measured by the point and counterpoint of sex. Fucking, making love, shagging, doing the nasty…call it what you will, but it all comes down to a cock in a cunt, ending in an explosion of the senses.

Her fingernails raked his back and her legs lifted up to meet around his ass, pulling him deeper into her. Maureen arched against him as she came, crying out his name. He thrust deeply and stopped, balls deep in her wet heat, feeling the pulsing of her velvety walls around his cock, the flood of fluid running over his balls to pool on the mattress beneath her ass.

Peter began to thrust again, thinking of how they spent the hour before he had left to catch the plane. He caught her in the bathroom as she leaned over to brush her teeth, her bare ass naked and inviting. She had the shower running, waiting for the water to heat up. Without a second thought, he had dropped his pants and thrust into her, holding her hips to prevent her from hitting her head on the faucet. After a few firm thrusts, she dropped the toothbrush and grabbed the faucet handles, pushing back against him as he took his pleasure. His rhythm turned the water on and off, and the steam from the shower built up, surrounding them in an ethereal cloud of heat. Their reflections were blurred in the mirror, and as the steam condensed on it, a drop would run down, momentarily giving him a glimpse of a breast or a shoulder or a closed eye.

It was these images that finally pushed him over the edge, his orgasm coming in waves, like the ebb and flow of the tide. Maureen urged him on with soft whispers and moans, accepting the flow of his semen into her velvet vessel as she climaxed with him. Peter sank down onto her, spent, and she kissed him softly on his neck, their heartbeats indistinguishable. And outside, a man smiled, knowing the scene he just heard had come to a satisfying conclusion.

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Wilda Lark professional photographer; specializing in Nature and wildlife. This was what was printed on her business card.

Wilda lived on the edge of the Hornsby National park. All she had to do was walk out her back door and down the hill to enter the park just a half a mile about the river. This area was heavy with all kinds of wild life which Wilda took great pleasure in photographing.

With camera in hand Wilda made her way toward the river. She thought that up by the big rock would give her a good hiding spot and also a spot to photograph the animals from. Before she reached the rock she heard splashing in the river. It was so loud she was sure it must be a bear. She also thought she must be very careful. Moving with ease and yet great stealth Wilda came to a spot where she could see the great rock. What she saw astounded her, confounded her and took her breath away. For there high up on the rock was a man naked as the day he was born.

Or maybe he was not born for surely he was a god, created in the heavens and set upon the earth for all the women of the world to relish. He was tall well over six feet. Broad of shoulders, narrow at the waist. Each muscle glistened in the bright sun. His hair was long and dark. His face was smooth with deep eyes and a nose that was also long. But what took her breath was his manhood. Never in her life had she seen sure a wonderful tool. Never had she seen one as long, or as thick and the head was bulbous protruded like a enormous plum rip for the picking. This massive instrument of love was at least ten inches long while it lay limp down over a pair of balls that were the size of soft balls. He was a god of that Wilda was sure. He stood there looking around as if he knew he was being watched. Wilda brought up her camera and took a picture of him. He jerked her head in her direction.

Before Wilda could blink he was of the rock and running toward her. Wilda dropped her camera while she turned to run. However she had only taken two steps when she felt twin bands of steel close around her. Wilda took a deep breath and passed out. When she came to she was laying on a grassy area back under an over hang. The deep shade was cool on her naked skin. Wilda jerked awake and sat up. She was naked her clothing were folded and pile on a rock some feet away. Sitting facing her was the god. He sat on a rock legs spread wide elbows resting on his knees. His enormous cock was erect and it looked to be a foot long. He was stroking it in long slow pulls up and down. Wilda sat I awe of his manhood. He was smiling at her. He pointed his long cock at her and with the other hand motioned for her to come closer. Wilda was in a trace as she moved on hands and knees closer to him. He reached out and cupped the back of her head pulling her down till her face was only inches for the tip of his cock.

Wilda was no stranger to sucking a hard cock but as they say “Not on the first date.” and certainly not with out knowing his name. However he was not forcing her to suck his cock, but she could feel great strength in his arms. He was not about to let her back off. Besides Wilda thought she would rather suck his monster than have it in her. She moved into a kneeling position, grasping it in both hands with a lot of it still protruding from her double hand full.

She lowered her head and took the bulbous head into her mouth. It was salty and wet. The pre-cum was dripping from the slit in the end. She licked it and ran her tongue along the little opening. He moved his hips and more of the long rubbery cock went into her mouth. Wilda sucked and licked his cock and jerked the shaft with both hands. Wilda was enjoying this and was getting turned by it. What a wonderful cock she thought, her pussy was wet and she ran a finger into it. She was about to suck his cock deeper when she felt his hand slip between her hand and her wet pussy. His long finger went up into her cunt and it was followed by a second and a third. Wilda was bobbing her head up and down as fast as she could. She was giving the best blow job of her life while getting a royal finger fucking at the same time. His softball size nuts jerked and forced a flood of cum to shoot up and out of his cock.

Wilda got a mouth full followed by a second shot followed by a third and forth till almanbahis yeni giriş she could take no more. Wilda was sucking on his cock and drinking as much of the sweet cum as she could. Yet a lot of it was dripped from her mouth falling on the ground. Wilda felt her own climax swell up and gush forth it was like a long slow piss splashing on the ground on top of his. Wilda held his cock in her mouth for a long time relishing the wonderful taste and smell. But finely he pushed her away and stood. Wilda looked up into child like eyes and smiled. He smiled back then turned and walked away. Wilda sat there for ten minutes wondering what the fuck had happened. She dressed found her camera undamaged and returned home.

Wilda went to her darkroom in the basement so she could develop the film how else could she prove what she had seen and that he was not a dream. A dream that had cum profusely in her mouth, down over her tits and belly with enough left over to drop on the ground. God how she would have loved to have a picture of that? Then Wilda became heart broken. The camera had popped open slightly when she dropped it making the film worthless… No pictures from this roll of film. She thought she would go back every day until she saw him again. She wanted to see him again in his entire god like nakedness. Being now in a somber mood Wilda climbed the stairs listlessly.

Going to her bedroom she showered and lay naked upon the bed. Wilda let her mind drift back to when she first saw him So tall, so handsome, so muscular and that wonderful long cock hanging down like a large polish sausage. Wilda is polish, blonde, large breasts and a wide bright mouth made for smiling and giving great blow jobs. Wilda did enjoy the feel of a man’s hard cock in her mouth. She had since the first time she had taken a cock into her mouth. As these thought filled her head Wilda felt a tingle between her legs. She had become so aroused while sucking this stranger off. Now here she was thinking of not only the first time she had sucked a cock but all the times she had enjoyed a cock in her mouth.

Wilda was feeling the need and when she felt like this there was no relief until she got relief. So she reached into the night table drawer and pull out her friend. Mr. Blue, he was seven inches long made of a soft but firm plastic he was battery operated and always ready to help her out in her moment of need. Wilda applied a generous amount of K-Y jelly to him and turned the little knob at the non-working end. Wilda closed her eyes and just laid the soft vibrating Mr. Blue on the tip of her clitoris. He was so kind, so gentle vibrating against her swollen clitoris for it always swells when she has suck a wonderful cock and this one was surely a wonderful one, a splendid one, a marvelous one and one she wanted to suck again. Mr. Blue slipped down till his soft head was at the parting of the glory hole. He moved easily and slowly till his head had entered Wilda quivering cunt. Wilda did enjoy a nice slow fuck and that is what Mr. Blue was going to do for her this day. After he was fully encased in her throbbing cunt Wilda had her climax. Wilda let Mr. Blue stay where he was for a long time. She had turned off the vibrator and just let Mr. Blue rest there in her as if her lover had fallen asleep with his cock still firmly planted in her.

It was still early afternoon as Wilda drove the short distance to town. She entered the village paper and said “Hi “to her friend and editor of the weekly paper. Shamelessly Wilda told of seeing this god like creature, but not that she had sucked his wonderful cock till he filled her mouth the sweetest fluid she had ever tasted. But her friend, after laughing a bit told Wilda she had no idea who it could have been. He surely was not from this little town for she knew everyone in town even their dogs and cats. For that matter. No he had to be either visiting or passing through. Sadden at heart Wilda left the paper and went to the drug store where she sat alone drinking a cup of coffee. That was when Dennis came in. He was the local sheriff. He and Wilda were friends and some times even more.

It was not a regular thing but from time to time one or the other would call and they would get together for a night of fun and games. There was almanbahis something between her self and Dennis but it just never quite come to the surface or fully out in the open for both to see. She felt good in his arms and he was a good lover. While she did think he felt the same about her he never pursed the issue to make it a steady thing. In fact just seeing Dennis walk across the store to sit next to her gave Wilda a little shiver between her legs. Even after the time with Mr. Blue she found Dennis a sexy and haunting man. Dressed in his starched uniform and the gun belt around his narrow hips. The slight bulge in his trousers had nothing to do with how Wilda felt about this some time lover. Oh, hell no it was not that wonderful hard cock she had been fucked with or the fact that she loved to suck him off that had anything to do with how she as feeling at this moment.

With some self restraint Wilda asked Dennis to be seated. She repeated the story of seeing the stranger, but she did not mention that he had been naked or that he had the longest cock she had ever seen or she had sucked him off. Dennis said He had no idea who it might have been. However he did say that a group of kids from an orphanage had visited the lake area above Wilda’s place for a few days but he thought they had headed back to the city down river. Wilda did not believe the man she saw was a kid.

In this state orphans that reach their sixteenth birth day have to be placed in foster homes till they can get out on their own. But he very well may have been a member of the orphanage staff. That must have been it he was surely a member of the orphanage staff. Maybe even a doctor, or a councilor or a teacher. Yes she was sure that was what it wad and she thought she would make it her business to fine out more. Dennis leaned closer and asked it he could come by her place later after dinner. Wilda smiled and told him she would like that, the said, It had been too long. He smiled stood and left the drug store.

Wilda sat holding her phone slightly perplexed as she had called both state orphanages in the area and was told by both neither had been out to the lake area this summer. Wilda felt flustered and confused a long with the deep feeling of being horny. Wilda did not care for the “H” word but there it was looking her in the face. She looked at the clock Dennis would be here shortly and maybe after he was making love to her she would feel better. She liked Dennis and she felt so comfortable with him. Was she in love or just using him for her needy times? He sure could make her feel satisfied and oh so well fucked. He did not have the longest cock, or the fattest cock she had ever had. But there was still that special something that she felt for him before, during and after they made love. Maybe that was it Dennis made love to her and it was not just plan old happy days fucking. Yes Dennis made love to her each and every time. Wilda smiled and thought “Dennis does love me he just did not know it yet. Maybe there is a chance for us yet. If I can just get him to think of it for himself.”

Wilda showered again, slipped into something comfortable smiling as she snuggled up a thin see through lacy bra around her 40-ds. Dennis did love her breasts. He was so funny sometimes. He would call them breasts till he was fully aroused and that did not see to take long. Then he would call them tits and when he was over her fully engaged and ready to fill her up he would call them “Fucking tits” Seeing how she turned Dennis on filled Wilda with a joy of inner happiness that came from knowing she could make this handsome man feel so excited over her. Wilda had through the inner net ordered a pair of panties, red in color with out a crotch in them Dennis loved to have oral sex with her. He always said, “ This is what I like to do for myself so if you don’t like it you’ll just have to put up with it because I am gong to lick your pussy whether you like it or not.”

But of course he knew she loved him to lick her pussy for she never failed to reach a climax that way. Dennis had a very deft tongue and he used it on her in a way that made her feel so special. Yet every time Dennis would kiss down her belly on his way to her sex spot she wanted so much to feel his cock in her mouth at the same almanbahis adres time. However she knew from experience that she was not good at doing two things at the same time. Oh, they had done a sixty-nine before but she would get close and she would forget about what she was doing and just lay there enjoying his efforts on her behalf. So as much as Wilda wanted to feel his strong cock in her mouth she would lay there and enjoy him till she climaxed. Then it would be her turn to give him the expert cocksucking she was fully proficient at.

She smiled as she slipped on a sheer dressing gown that did not hide her figure or the silly red under garments. Wilda remember how he would get so excited while she preformed for his enjoyment. His cock would grow in her mouth and this always turned her on. But again it was his words that would change from one virtue to another. Oral sex would become cocksucking. She would become his cocksucker, even some times she he would call her his “Fucking cocksucker” when this happened Wilda knew she had him to a point of no return and he was fully excited and ready to climax for her. Yes Wilda was ready for a full night of sex with her lover and hopefully more some day soon.

Wilda got to thinking about how long it had been since they had been together. It had been nearly two weeks that is longer than it ever was since they became lover. But he had gone off for a few days searching for a thief up in the hills. Then there was that lost child and the horse that was stolen. Yes she thought “It had been a busy two weeks for Dennis and it was going to be her job to make him forget all about it. It was going to be her job to make him think only of her and her many charms.

He would be here shortly she thought as she stood before the full length mirror admiring how she looked. Yes she thought this will do. Her hair was curled, yet pulled back the way he likes it. He could see her body that he keeps telling her he loves. But yet it was covered with just enough to make it mysterious. She would give him the loving he needed and her self as well. Then she remembered a few sexual things that they had talked about. Little things that if done at the right time would be sexy and erotic for both of them. He had told her once he wanted to cum on her tits.

Of course that would work best if she were kneeling in front of him sucking his cock. Like today when she sucked that wonderful stranger off and his abundance of cum had dribbled out of her mouth dripping on her tits. She would let him do that but she would not wash her tits off then if he sucked her tits later he could taste his own cum. He had wanted her to suck his cock clean after he had fucked her to a climax so she could taste her own climax so Wilda thought fair is fair. Besides he often would place his fingers to her lips after he had them in her cunt. He liked to lick his fingers after he had fingered her pussy. He also had told her he liked to kiss her after she had been sucking his cock. But he had never kissed her after he had cum in her mouth till after she had brushed her teeth, maybe tonight would be different.

Wilda was thinking of all the wonderful ways they had of enjoying one another how many ways they had to make there love exciting. Wilda turned to look at her self from the rear just to make sure everything was OK from that angle. The out line of her hips was shaded but still very visible for Dennis to enjoy. At that moment Wilda remember something Dennis had said one night as he gave her a baby oil back rub. He was working down her back and when his hands came to her fine plump rear he allowed his finger to slip between the cheek of her ”Fine Ass” as he calls it. With an oily finger tip he probed gently into her tiny ass hole. That was when he told her he would like to fuck her in the ass one time to see how she liked it. Maybe she would let him full fill his dream this evening.

But sometimes the best made plans of mice and men off times go astray. Dennis had arrived, they kissed he had become aroused of that she was sure. He told her how beautiful she looked and how much he loved her. They had one drink and moved up stairs to Wilda’s bedroom she had gone into the bathroom for only a minute but when she came out Dennis was asleep on the bed dead to the world. Wilda said there will be another day and laid down beside him.

For those of you that have made it to the end of this story Casper would like you to know Wilda will meet her god like stranger again and also Dennis will get everything he ever wanted from Wilda.

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This is a copyrighted original work by the author. All rights reserved.

All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Everything that happens in this story is consensual sex between a husband and wife. Yes there are a few kinks but you will have to read it to find out what they are. Thanks, Dean

I was sitting in my little hideaway or man cave working on a story for Literotica when my wife walked through the door and said, “We need to talk.”

Now usually when she says something like that I know that I am in trouble for something I have either done, not done, or wish I would have done. In this case it was definitely something that I had done many times. The problem was that she knew about my writing and I had never planned on telling her. This was my little way to escape from the realities of life and a way to wind down.

I don’t exactly know when she did it but somehow she had a copy of a story that I wrote for Literotica. Now this is when things started to get interesting. She showed me the copy of the story Dean and Marie Ch. 5 and I knew that I had never printed a copy of anything that I had written. It all stays on this computer and I use this computer for nothing but writing. The only way she could have gotten a copy of that was to download it to a jump drive and then print it somewhere else. I do not have a printer hooked up to this computer for a reason and that being; there was no way to print from here. I do not even have any printer drivers installed on the computer.

She looked at me and said, “Can you read this and tell me about it?”

I looked at the heading on it and saw what it was and said, “Sure, do you need me to do it right this minute?” As I laid the copy on the corner of my desk acting like I wasn’t interested in it.

“I think you need to take some time and read this, if you don’t mind.”

The tone in her voice was one of frustration and I could tell she was pissed at me but she didn’t want to come right out and blame me…yet.

Just to make it look good I picked it up and took my time reading it as if I had never seen it before. When I finished I looked at her and said, “I see you have finally quit reading those romance novels and moved onto something that has a bit of spice to it, congratulations.”

Needless to say that remark did piss her off which was what I was attempting to do in the first place. She looked at me and then sat down in the only chair that is in my cave. “I think we need to talk about this Dean don’t you?”

“I think that is a great idea and I am glad that you are reading something that is more of an adult nature…that’s great.” My comment did not exactly go over with a bang.

“I will have you know that the romance novels I read are just as spicy as what you write but they do not have to describe every little detail to the reader. It gives the readers a chance to imagine what someone looks like, which is more erotic to me than what is printed on those papers.”

“Well I am glad you have shared your viewpoint with me but I do not understand why you are telling me this.” I was actually trying to set her up so that she had to tell me that she was the one who had made the copy.

“Are you telling me that you did not write that awful piece of pornography?” She asked looking straight into my eyes.

“Well for one I don’t think this qualifies as pornography and why would you think that I wrote it?” I had her at this point and she was trying to think of a way to say that she found it.

“I found it in the house on our printer so you must have accidentally printed to that printer.”

“You found it on the printer in the house?” I inquired knowing that the trap was now set.

“Yes I did a couple of days ago. I was just trying to decide how I wanted to confront you with it.”

“Come over here sweetheart I want to show you something.” She got up from her chair and I opened the printer driver folder on my computer and showed her what was in it.

“What am I looking at exactly?” She asked not knowing what she was actually looking at.

“This is the printer driver folder that shows what printers my computer is able to print to.”

“Yeah so what there isn’t anything in it so what is the big deal?”

“The big deal is that it is impossible for my computer to send anything to any printer in this house because there are no drivers loaded for a printer. In other words the only way a document could be taken from my computer is if someone were to use a jump drive or portable drive to remove them. I can upload them if I choose to but not to the printer in the house because this computer does not see the printer in the house.”

My wife just looked at me for a minute or so and then said, “Fine… I was in here looking for something after you left and when I bumped the desk your computer came on and you had forgotten to log out. I just kind of snooped around I guess…and maybe I shouldn’t have but I should not have almanbahis adres found that crap on your computer.”

“Really, how nice of you to know you are my judge, jury, and executioner.” I said with a bit of anger in my voice.

My wife really did not know what to say at that point but I did remind her that what she reads in her romance novels is not much different than what I write other than it is more explicit and some people like more explicit. “But you talk about sex like it is…dirty or something.”

“I don’t remember ever writing anything that says sex is dirty because it is not; the only thing I do is describe what is happening between consenting adults and how they feel and act within the bounds of sex.”

“You talk about things that most people would not talk about.”

“Really…why don’t you tell me what I wrote about that people don’t talk about?”

“You talked about…how they…you know…why do I have to explain it?”

“Because that is exactly why some people do like to read what I and many other people write about. What happens in my stories and others is fantasy for the most part, although some of it is real.”

“Yes but…I can’t believe that people want to be spanked and…have someone stick their finger in someone’s… I can’t even say it.”

“I am well aware of the fact that you can’t say it and I believe that is problem. You want us all to fit nicely into one box and we don’t. We are not all afraid of sex or to even talk about sex the way you are. Maybe you should have me do some of the things I write about to you and then you might just change your mind about the rest of us that don’t fit so nicely inside that box you have created.”

“What are you saying?”

“Well if I was going to write a story about what you did I can say that you would be given a spanking and I might find other ways to punish you for being a snoop and lying about it.”

“Yeah right like that is ever going to happen.”

“Exactly what my point is sweetheart.”

“Are you saying that I am a prude or something?”

“That is not what I was saying. I think you are acting like a spoiled little girl who is upset that her husband found something to do to occupy his time while his wife is reading books that would make a grown up yawn and she should have her naughty little ass spanked for it.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that to me.”

“Oh I believe I should have said them too you a long time ago.”

“Fine if you think that I am that big of prude and I offended you because I snooped on your computer then do what you think I deserve.”

“I don’t think you want me to do that sweetheart. We have never been able to get past some of your inhibitions since we have been married and this is not going to help the problem.”

“I think it will. I want you to do what you have done to that girl in the story. Punish me like you would punish her if she had done what I did.”

“Sweetheart did you read the entire story?”

“Yes I did and I thought parts of it were disgusting but do what you think I deserve.”

“You do realize that I did things to her that you do not like, correct?”

“Yes I know you played with her butt and I don’t like that. We have only done that a couple times since we have been married because I think it is gross but this one time I am going to prove my point after you punish me.”

“Have it your way then.”

I took my laptop off my desk and the few other items that were on it as well and then turned to my wife and told her to strip. “Take everything you have on and place it on the chair.” My wife started to take off her clothes as I walked out of the room and came back with a couple of scarves.

“What are those for?”

“You will find out very shortly.”

Once my wife had taken off her clothes I told her to lay bent over the length of the desk. I told her I wanted her legs spread wide and her hands reaching to the far side of the desk. She bent over and reached the edge of the desk and grabbed it. I walked around to her and took each wrist and tied the scarf to her wrist and then down to the leg of the desk. I did the exact same thing with the other wrist and then walked back behind her. “Do you think that tying me up is really necessary?”

“Oh it is definitely necessary?” I said with a laugh.

“I don’t find any of this remotely funny you know.” She said with a bit of haughtiness in her voice.

“I did not find you lying to me and going through my computer funny either and remember you asked me to do this…as a matter of fact you told me to do it.”

I reached down and took my wife’s right ankle and secured it to the leg of the desk and then secured the left one in the same manner. After I had completed that I stood back just to look at her. Here was my 41 year old wife tied to a desk so that she could be punished at her own request. I started to rub my hands around on her ass and I pulled both cheeks apart slightly so that I could see her asshole. I had been lucky enough on a couple of occasions to breach it with my cock about almanbahis giriş an inch before she said it was too dirty to continue and she pulled away. Today she would not be pulling away, but first she was going to get the spanking that she asked for.

“Okay sweetheart now that you are in such a precarious position tell me how many times you think you deserve to be spanked for invading my privacy and lying to me?”

“I am not going to tell you how many times to hit me…you are being stupid.” At the end of the word stupid it sounded like a gunshot went off as my hand landed squarely across her right cheek.

“Oh My GOD…that Fucking hurt you Bastard.”

“Really, such language, from someone who does not like to see it in print.”

“You don’t have to hit me that hard.”

“I hadn’t planned on it until you refused to answer the question. I can continue to do it that way until you answer me you know.”

“Okay…Okay…Give me 40 but not as hard as the last one.” She said hoping that I would not deliver a shot that could be heard around the world.

I stood to her side and just rubbed her ass for a minute or so and then I said, “I want you to count each and every one of these and tell me thank you after it.”

“Are you kidding me I am not going to…” SMACK

I do believe I got her attention when the slap to her ass was delivered because all I heard was “One thank you.”

I then began to apply slaps all over her ass with her counting “Two thank you. Three thank you, four thank you, etc.” until I got to twenty thank you. Once I got to twenty I gave her a break. I started to rub her ass in small circles gradually covering her entire ass. After a while I decided to reach down between her cheeks to explore her pussy and found that she was soaking wet. I was elated because I have my beautiful wife tied to a desk with her ass presented to me and she would say that spanking does not affect her and she is soaking wet.

“You seem to be enjoying this sweetheart.”

“I am not enjoying the fact that you are beating me.”

“I am not beating you I am spanking you and your body has responded to it.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Judging from the fact that your pussy is soaking wet I would say that you are enjoying it.”

“Just finish spanking me so we can get this over with. It is not having that much of an effect on me.”

“Well since you insist that it is not affecting you I believe that I should up the ante a bit and give you a bit sharper smacks on your cute ass then.”

“No, no, no, no… okay it is having an effect on me I just did not want to tell you that it was.”

“Well that is good to know. So when I write that I am spanking a woman’s ass that should not offend you is that what you are saying.”

“That’s not what I said but for the sake of argument I will agree with you okay.”

“Good then let’s continue.”

Smack, “Twenty one thank you,” Smack, “Twenty two thank you,” Smack. “Twenty three thank you,” etc. until I had given her all 40 blows to her ass. Her ass had gone from white to a nice red color that was evenly spread throughout. “Thank God that is over.” She said.

“Well the spanking is over for now anyway but there still seems to be a couple of things to be dealt with before I can say that you understand why I write the way I do and why people enjoy that writing.”

“What else are you going to do to me?”

I reached down between her cheeks and cupped her pussy to see that she was wetter than before. I slid a couple of fingers through her slit and allowed them to play with her clit for the time being while my other hand drew moisture from her pussy and up to her asshole. When I touched her there I could hear a faint, “Oh please don’t do that to me. You know how dirty I think that is. We have done it before and I hated it.”

“I know you think that anal play and anal sex is dirty sweetheart and that is exactly why we are going to go there. I believe that you want me to go there because you can say you could not do anything about it. Your mother raised you to be prim and proper but she forgot to tell you that it’s okay to be a hussy in bed with your husband. Sex is not just for making babies.”

I heard her gasp at my words because they were dead on and she knew it. Her mother had told her to do her womanly duties but she forgot to tell her that sex is a beautiful thing not a dirty thing and that if two people want to enjoy it no one has the right to judge them. Not even her mother.

I pulled my fingers from her pussy and away from her ass and walked up in front of her. I unfastened my pants and let them drop to the floor. I took off my shorts and grabbed my cock in my right hand and then took a step forward leaning over the desk I put my cock at the edge of her lips and said, “Open.”

In all the time we have been married she has never taken my cock all the way into her mouth. She would only barely put the head of it into her mouth. It was time for her to become the wanton hussy I believe she wanted her to be, and the one almanbahis giriş that deep down she wanted to be for me, but was afraid to show it. Damn her mother anyway.

I slipped my cock into her mouth and she looked up at me and moaned as it went in. She took it willingly and her tongue lapped around the head as it entered. She sucked on it like she had never been allowed to touch a cock before. I believe that the idea of being tied and told to do it appealed to her in the sense that if momma told her not to she wouldn’t do it but if she was tied and told to do she was released from the guilt that her mother had placed her under.

She continued to suck my cock vigorously until I slowly pulled it from her mouth. I was close to coming and I did not want that to happen with what I knew awaited me. She had allowed me to play with her ass a couple of times and just put the head of my cock in her ass twice and today was going to be the day that she allowed me to take her ass. I knew that I would remember this day for a long time and I was hoping that she would show me that she wanted it as well but could not show me that until now.

After I pulled my cock from her mouth I stroked her head and rubbed back down the center of her back leaning over to reach between the cheeks of her ass. I then stood up and walked behind her. I reached down again to cup her pussy and she was soaked. I again drew the moisture from her and placed it over her asshole. I had a tube of KY lying in a drawer next to her so I opened the drawer with my right hand a grabbed it. I flipped the top up on the cap and squirted some into my hand and then began to slowly rub it into her awaiting asshole. “I can’t do this…I can’t do this…” she repeated.

“You can do this and you will do this sweetheart. I believe that you want this as much as I do.”

“But mom said that I would…” as she turned her head to face away from me.”

“Right now we don’t care what mom said. She told you many things and you believed her. Now you have found that what she told you was in her best interest and not what was best for you or us. It is time to do what is best for us. If you do not enjoy this I will never do it to you again and that is a promise.”

As I finished what I said I slipped a finger into her ass and watched as she tried to raise her ass up to receive it. My finger slid into her without any trouble at all. It was as if she had prepared herself for this and I knew that was not the case. I worked my finger in and out of her ass until she started to moan and then I asked, “Do you want me to add another finger?”

All I heard through her mumbling was, “Please.”

I added another finger to her ass and continued to stroke them in and out. I reached with my free hand and started circling her clit. She started to move her hips against my fingers in her ass and then ones on her clit. It was not long after this that she started to come and she came hard. Her body shook as she groaned in delight. I kept pumping my fingers into her as she looked at me with her face turning red.

“There is nothing in this world to be embarrassed about sweetheart, nothing at all. If what we did gave you that much pleasure I am thrilled to be the one to give it to you.”

She lay there for a time as I continued to stroke into her ass and rub her back when she whispered something that I could not hear. I got closer to her and she whispered it again.

“My mom would never say this and she would be terrified to know if I did but will you please fuck my ass.”

“Did I hear you right?”

“Yes you did, I did not say make love to it I said, fuck it please. I want to know what it feels like even if my mother said I would hate it, I need to know.”

I stood back for a bit and then stroked my cock while I applied KY to it before starting to slip it into her ass. Once the head was in I waited for her to get accustomed to it and then began to press it farther into her. She moaned, “Oh yes,” as it slipped in and then I heard, “Oh my God yes,” as I began to stroke in and out of her. “That feels so fucking good,”

Was that my wife that said that she never swears? I think this woman has wanted to admit that she was a sexual dynamo for all these years and she was afraid to do so because of her mother. It only took her finding a story I wrote to bring her out of her shell. Why didn’t I start writing years ago? “Grab my hips and fuck me don’t just stand there.”

Really, I thought to myself if that is what she wants well by all means I am going to give her exactly what she asked for. I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her ass with strong even strokes. Each stroke was meant with an, “Oh God,” or “Oh yes.”

It wasn’t long and I knew that I could not hold back any longer. I was going to come and I knew when I did it would be the first time that my wife had felt me come in her ass. It took about 20 seconds and I came and came and came. I don’t know if it was the fact that we were sharing something new with each other, the fact that she was so into having her ass fucked, or the fact that she knew her mother would not approve but her ass literally pulled the come from my cock. People can think whatever they want but what we had just shared was absolutely orgasmic and we both knew it. From the other end of the table I heard, “Can we do that again?”

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When James first heard the knocking at his front door, he tried to tell himself it was only the wind. It was a blustery night, after all—a good night to be indoors. Five inches of snow had fallen that afternoon, and after sunset, the mercury had risen. Not a good thing. The snow had turned to freezing rain, and the roads were a sheet of ice. He had nearly slipped on the driveway when he’d gone out to the car after supper to retrieve the stack of papers he’d forgotten to bring inside when he arrived home from work.

Knock-knock-knock! Louder this time, more insistent.

“It’s just the wind,” he said to no one in particular. Jeanine was upstairs, probably asleep in bed. They’d had a shouting match about an hour ago—he complained that he’d had a stressful day at the office and needed a release. Couldn’t she at least give him a blowjob? She told him to go to hell, she wasn’t his personal whore, she was his wife. And she wasn’t in the mood. He responded by saying she was always in the mood to give Conan some loving when he wanted it. To which she replied that he was a pathetic excuse for a man if he was jealous of a cat! Things had escalated from there, and before he knew it, he was yelling, and she was yelling, the words they exchanged tinged with poison. Only the fact that Jeffrey and Amanda down the hall might hear them shouting was motive enough to make them stop. But he didn’t want to stay there, staring up at the dark ceiling, lying beside an angry wife who hadn’t shown an interest in sex in a long, long time.

So he had come downstairs to get some work done. That was the thing about being a manager of a department in the IT world. The workload never stopped, not even when you got home. If he couldn’t make love to his wife tonight (or any other night, it seemed), at least he could get a head start on the pile of papers he needed to tackle tomorrow.

Knock-knock, thump-thump!! Louder still. What the hell? Was someone really out there? How could they be? Who would be out driving on a night like this? And on this road, too? He and Jeanine had wanted to live in the country, away from things. They lived on a dirt road, no neighbors within a mile. Usually, the traffic on this road was minimal, even in the daytime.

Knock-knock!

“Shit.”

He stood up, headed for the door. If this didn’t stop, Jeanine might hear it, wake up—maybe become startled or afraid. That was the last thing he needed, on top of everything else. And the kids, too. They had been sound asleep when he checked on them an hour ago—thankfully they hadn’t woken up during the shouting match. Well, at least they were all upstairs. Hopefully they’d just sleep right through this.

Still, he needed to find out what the hell was going on.

He arrived at the door, flicked on the switch. Nothing. Damn. He’d forgotten about that. The porch light had burned out a week ago. He’d been meaning to replace it, but his mind was always on other things.

Knock-knock-knock! So loud. So freaking loud.

Without hesitating, without considering that it could be a lunatic with an axe at his doorstep, he unlocked the door and flung it open. The figure on the porch steps was a silhouette, slightly illuminated by the lights from within the house. Apart from discerning that the person was short, he couldn’t make out who it was.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” a female voice said. “I . . . I lost control of my car up the road a ways, and I saw your lights were on.”

He looked out, squinting, squinting . . . still unable to see much. “You okay?” he asked. “Are you hurt?”

“No. I’m fine,” the voice said. She sounded young. “It’s just, I got stuck in a snowbank, and then when I was trying to pull out, I lost control again and ended up in a ditch. There’s a lot of glare ice on the road. I even slipped on your driveway a couple of times, just walking up here.”

“I know,” he said. “Nasty night.”

“Umm, look, would it be okay if I could use your phone?” the woman asked. “I need to call AAA, and my cell’s dead. I need to get a new battery.” She reached into her pocket, and he tensed. But all she pulled out was the dead phone. She pressed the Power button, but nothing happened. “See? Battery’s out.”

He decided he’d take a chance. After all, she seemed harmless enough—just an unfortunate traveler out driving on the wrong night. He told her to come inside.

“Thank you,” she said.

He stepped aside to let her in, then closed the door behind her. For the first time, he got a good look at her. She looked to be in her early twenties. She was petite, had blue eyes, and blonde hair that was drenched from the freezing rain. For such a miserable night, she wasn’t dressed appropriately. She wore only a light-gray sweat jacket and a pair of form-fitting low-rise jeans.

“Feels good to step out of that damn ice rain,” she said. “God, it really sucks out there.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, what were you even doing driving way out here on a night like this?” he asked. She hugged herself, still almanbahis giriş trying to get warm. “Well, I was at a party. It sucked, so I left early. I thought I’d take a shortcut back home, so I turned onto this road. I mean, the main road was awful, too, y’know? A freakin’ ice-skating rink. I didn’t think this road would be any worse. But that hill right before your house? I lost control going down that, so . . .”

“You live around here?” he said. A little forward of him, she was a stranger, after all, just needing to make a phone call.

But she didn’t seem off-put my his question. “Mmm-hmm. I live in Betheltown.”

Interesting. Just ten miles away. He’d never seen her before, but of course there was nothing unusual about that. It’s not like he knew everyone within a ten-mile radius.

“Well, please go right ahead and make that call, umm. What’s your name, by the way?”

“Kim,” she said.

“Well, I’m James,” he said, and smiled. He didn’t know why he was being so friendly. She would just make her call, then leave. . . .

She smiled back, held it for a few seconds. “Oh, where’s your phone?”

He gestured for her to follow him into the kitchen. They passed by Conan, Jeanine’s pride and joy—a black American short hair, who always seemed to want her lap. Damn cat. Every since they’d adopted him, his sex life had gone straight down the toilet. Conan looked up at them, indifferent, then rested his head on his paws.

“Cute cat,” Kim said.

“Sure,” he replied. “Real cute.” He wondered if she could hear the disgust in his voice.

She made the call, and while she was talking to the AAA rep, he couldn’t help but eye her butt. The jeans were tight, generously showing off her shape. She had a fantastic ass. As she talked into the receiver, he also admired her long blonde hair, which flowed halfway down her back. It was still wet, but beginning to dry now. He wondered if she was a natural blonde. . . .

She sighed when she hung up.

“Bad news?” he asked.

She shrugged. “They said they’re having a backlog tonight. It’ll probably be two hours before they get here.”

“Hmm, that does suck,” he said, walking over to the stairs, looking up. No one stirring up there, but still, it was risky talking here in the kitchen. They should go into the living room—much farther away from the stairs. He was probably just being paranoid—who cared if anyone overheard, and got up to investigate? It’s not like he was doing anything wrong. He was helping out a motorist in need. That was all. . . .

He led her out of the kitchen, back to the front door. He realized it was probably wisest for all concerned if she waited for AAA in her car. But she said, “Umm . . . Look, I know how this will sound. But . . . would it be okay to wait in here? I mean, I know it’s really late, and I can understand if you would want me to leave. But . . . the heater in my car isn’t working. And it’s so cold without it. I don’t want to impose, but . . .”

He swallowed, looked at his watch. Eleven forty-five. AAA probably wouldn’t arrive until 1:00 AM, at the earliest. And he needed to get up by six tomorrow morning. And yet . . . and yet, if she had no heat in her car . . .

“That’s okay,” he said. “I was planning on working for a while longer anyway.” Not really true. He was planning on going up to bed at midnight, fifteen minutes away, before she came knocking on his door.

“Oh, well, don’t let me bother you any,” she said. “And thanks. I really appreciate this.”

“Sure thing.” He walked into his home office, which was the next room over. He left the door to his office open, so he could keep an eye on her, just in case she was a thief or something. He doubted that, though. He believed her story.

He figured she’d sit on the sofa or putter around the living room. Instead, after a couple of minutes, she came into his office.

She went to his chair, bent down, looking over his shoulder. Her long blonde hair brushed against his cheek.

“What are you working on?” she said.

“Oh . . . uh . . . well, it’s kind of dull. Just schematics for a computer program.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Wow. You’re a real brainiac, huh?” She bent down lower, and he felt her chest brush up against his shoulder. Was she flirting? No. That was absurd. She was a sexy blonde, in her early twenties. She could get any guy she wanted, no doubt. And him. He was thirty-eight, with a receding hairline and a spare tire around his waist that he just didn’t have the time or willpower to get rid of. How on earth could she be flirting with him?

But, just in case, he placed his hand flat on the desk, his wedding ring blatantly visible. “I wouldn’t understand a word of that stuff,” she went on.

“Oh, it’s not so hard. You just need to get used to it.”

“Mmm-hmm, I’m sure,” she said. Behind him now, she placed her hands on his shoulders, and began to give him a massage.

He sighed, he couldn’t help it. It felt good.

“You’re pretty uptight, almanbahis yeni giriş Jim,” she said, continuing to knead his shoulders. “You mind if I call you Jim? You work too hard, I bet. I can feel the tension.”

“What are you? A massage therapist, or something?” Damn she had great hands.

She giggled. “No. I’m a waitress. But I’ve had a lot of practice, you know, relieving guys of their tension. . . .”

Yeah, I’ll bet, he thought.

He stood up, abruptly.

“Look, Kim, I’m not sure what’s going on here. But I’m a married man, you know. My wife and kids are asleep, upstairs. So, I don’t know. Maybe it’s better if you go out to your car.”

“Hey, wo,” she said, holding out her hands. “I don’t know what you think I was up to, but I didn’t mean anything by it. I just thought you looked tense, okay? I’m not trying to get you into trouble.”

He felt like a creep. Of course she wasn’t! She was just giving him a little shoulder rub, fully clothed. What was the big deal? Besides, she couldn’t be coming on to him. He’d already been through that in his mind. She was way out of his league.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I guess I overreacted.”

She smiled. “No problem. And I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Not at all,” he said. “And anyway, it felt great. I wish my wife would give me a rubdown sometimes. Usually, she’s too busy fawning over the cat.” Stupid. Giving out too much information.

She unzipped her sweat jacket, took it off, threw it over the back of his chair. His jaw dropped, just for a second, but from the twinkle in her eyes, she had noticed. She was a knockout. She had small breasts, but they were beautifully proportioned to the rest of her. Soaking wet, she couldn’t have weighed more than ninety-five pounds. Yet, she wasn’t overly skinny. She was just right. Small-boned, petite, the kind of woman you wanted to protect, take care of, keep out of harm’s way. Her short-sleeve pink shirt, hugging her form closely, went down to just above her belly button. Combined with her low-rise jeans, her midriff was bare. And he couldn’t help but notice her nipples. They were protruding, perky, pressing tightly against her shirt.

She slowly approached him. “I really do appreciate your letting me stay in here with you, where it’s nice and warm,” she said. She was mere inches away from him now. She was short, no more than 5’2″, and had to look up at him. He was 5’9″, and always felt like a shrimp, especially because his wife was taller than him. It felt kind of good to be so much taller than someone, for a change.

“Well, it’s the least I can do,” he said. “I mean, if your car doesn’t have any heat . . .”

He took a step back, sat back down in his office chair.

She smiled. He didn’t like the looks of it. It seemed as if she had just come up with an inspired idea.

She went up to him, placed her hands on his shoulders again, began to rub his muscles.

“Yeah,” she said. “Now I want you to relax, Jim. Okay? Just enjoy it.”

And he did. God help him, he did. Her fingers knew exactly what to do, where to touch, how much pressure to exert.

“And while you’re enjoying it,” she went on, “I have another favor to ask you.”

Uh-oh.

“This might sound crazy, but . . . would it be okay if I took a shower?”

He sprang up from his chair again. A shower? “Uhhh . . .”

“I know, I know,” she said. “But . .. I mean, I’m such a mess. Look at me.” He did. She didn’t look like a mess to him. Far from it. “I mean, my hair smells, it’s yucky as hell. I was out in all that cold and wet. The warm water would feel so good. And I’ll be quick, too. Would that be okay, Jim?”

“Ummmm.” No. Of course it wouldn’t be okay! “Sure.”

Before he could resist, she kissed him. It was a soft kiss, lingering, and at the end, she gave him just a little bit of tongue. “Thanks,” she said. “You’ve been so nice to me.”

And before he could move or say anything, she darted out of the room. But then she turned around, as if forgetting something.

“Oh . . . where’s the bathroom?”

“Just turn down the hall, it’s at the end,” he said.

She smiled. “Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll be really quiet. And fast.”

¦

“Mmm, your wife has awesome shampoo,” she said twenty minutes later. “I loved it!”

He was in the living room now, sitting on the couch. Kim had been true to her word—she had been quick, and about as quiet as you could be, taking a shower. And for some reason, the thought of her using Jeanine’s shampoo turned him on. He felt a stiffening of his dick. What also turned him on was the sight before him. Kim had come out with only a bathroom towel wrapped around her. Her hair, which she must have towel-dried (he hadn’t heard the blow drier), was glistening and fresh from her shower. And she smelled wonderful, that heady, fragrant, just-coming-out-of-the shower smell. . . .

She sat down beside him on the sofa. Her nearness, her fragrance, caused almanbahis the tent in his pants to grow.

“You sleep in your office clothes?” she asked him then.

The question took him by surprise. Was that her way of telling him, indirectly, that she noticed his raging hard-on? “Uhh, yeah, a lot of times I do,” he said. “It’s not like I need to strip them off. My wife wouldn’t care one way or the other.” Again, he grimaced. He was telling her way too much. So now she knew he was a frustrated husband, not getting any on the home front. Great. Smart, James. Real smart.

Suddenly the telephone rang.

“Shit,” he said, and raced into the kitchen. He managed to pick it up on the second ring. “Hello?”

It was AAA, calling for Kim.

While she talked to the woman on the other end, he again went to the stairs, glanced up. Still nothing. Not a sound. Only darkness and silence. . . .

“Now they’re saying it won’t be till three in the morning,” he heard Kim say behind him. He turned around. She had hung up the phone, and had an “I’m sorry” expression on her face. “That really sucks for you, Jim. If you want me to go back out into my car . . .”

“No,” he said. He led her back into the living room. Ice pellets were still coming down hard, striking the windows. “It’s way too miserable out there. You’d freeze in your car.”

She went up to him, put her arms around his neck. “You’re really sweet.” And again, before he could stop her, she kissed him. This time she kissed him longer, and he didn’t pull away, couldn’t pull away. She was so beautiful. So young. How could he?

“Mmmmm,” she said when she broke the kiss. “You know, I’m really sorry to hear that your wife neglects you, Jim. But you know, now that I know I have a few hours. . . .”

His heart was racing. He didn’t understand how a sexy, blonde twentysomething could possibly find him attractive. But it didn’t make any difference. He simply couldn’t go through with this. A kiss was one thing. But anything more . . . He tried to think of Amanda and Jeffrey sleeping upstairs, of Jeanine, lying in their bed, their marriage bed. She could be such a bitch sometimes, and she did neglect him. Kim was right on. If she would give him even one-fifth the attention she gave to that damn cat . . .!

And that’s when it happened. That damn cat decided that now was a good time to wake up. He walked up to James, brushed against his leg, looked up at him and meowed. Almost as if he were reading his mind, rubbing it in. As if to say, “Jeanine likes me more than she likes you, bub.”

He felt something inside of him snap, like kindling over a hot fire. He spent his entire life being responsible, doing the right thing, being Mr. Nice Guy. He worked hard, took a lot of flack from upper management, endured so many stresses each day. Was it really so much to ask for a blowjob every once in a while? If Jeanine wasn’t in the mood for intercourse, couldn’t she at least kiss him like she meant it? Give him a massage, like this stranger had? And if she couldn’t bring herself to blow him, how about a simple, five-minute hand-job? Was that really so damn hard to do?

And when she continually complained that she had a headache, that she was tired, that she didn’t like sex anymore and couldn’t they just go to sleep, when she made excuse after excuse after excuse . . . she still found the time to cuddle with Conan, to make him purr, to cater to his every whim.

Well, damn it! What about his own whims? His own needs?

“It’s about time I get them met,” he said, staring down at Conan.

He shooed the cat away, went up to Kim. He said nothing, just nodded.

“Great,” she said. “Where do you want to go, cutie?”

Cutie? Cutie??? This blonde knockout had just called him cutie? His head swirled. But then, his conscience came back, tried to reason with him one last time. He hesitated.

“It’s okay,” she said, and kissed him. This time she was generous with her tongue. She stuck it deep into his mouth, snaking it around his own tongue, flicking it against his gums, his teeth. “Don’t worry,” she said. “Everything will be fine. Just tell me where you want me.”

“But . . .” He didn’t want to ruin this, but he had to know. “Why do you . . .? I mean, Kim, you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. And I’m . . .”

“You’re cute, Jim! Do you think I’d want to play with you if I didn’t think you were?”

His pride swelled. She really wanted him. Him! Not for his money or his accomplishments. But for his looks. Would wonders never cease? He kissed her, for the first time initiating it. She responded hungrily, running her fingers through his thinning hair, probing his mouth again with her wonderful tongue.

His erection stiffened, hardened. He was fully erect now, all seven inches of him. His dick strained against his dress pants, desperate to be freed.

“Follow me,” he said.

He led her down the hall. On the left, before reaching the bathroom, he went into the guest room. It was where his parents would stay when they visited from out of state, where Jeanine’s sister would stay when she came from Europe. But now it was where James would commit adultery for the first time in his life. That thought no longer upset him or startled him. It aroused him.

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It’s been a slow day so far, and so I don’t feel the least qualm about taking my evening run a little earlier than normal and then knocking off for the day. Life in the office is turgid on Friday afternoons anyway, with a large number of my peers heading off for an illicit three-day weekend at this beach condo or that mountain cabin. All in all it means that Fridays after noon I find myself more or less alone, with only a few of the interns and my own sense of obligation to amuse myself with.

My run is not to standard at all. The roads, although nearly deserted as they are wont to be on a late summer Friday, conspire with the streetlights to interrupt any pace I might try to get going from one block to another. Its frustrating on a surface level, but the realization after just a mile that I will not be making any records allows me to throttle back and just relax, letting the miles take care of themselves and being satisfied that at least today I did not allow my sense of urgency outweigh my sense of self. It’s a slow run, cool in a very non-D.C. way, and I find myself back in front of the office before I know it. A few minutes cooling on the steps outside and I head in to the realm of unreality again.

Just as I get to my office the phone rings. It is the receptionist downstairs. “Sir,” she tells me, “there’s a lady here to see you.”

Only one woman might be downstairs tonight, I only know one woman. But the fact that she’s announced as “a woman” speaks volumes.

“Send her on up,” I tell our matronly receptionist.

A few minutes later, with sweat still rolling from my brow I answer the door.

“Hello Deb. Fancy meeting you here.”

Of course it sort of had to be you, didn’t it? After the initial shock wore off I didn’t even really need to ask the receptionist what the “lady” looked like to confirm my suspicion. I am well known in some circles, but not well enough yet to have visitors seeking me out. Seeing you outside my door, black dress, silken hair and all was not really a surprise anymore. I was four minutes into our conversation before you took my mental train off the track.

“So,” you say, with a teasing voice that, when you use it I find so disconcerting, “when will you be showing me what I’ve come to see?”

“What is that?” I respond, not actually knowing if you’ll say what I suspect (and hope) but curious to see how far your ‘direct and frank’ act goes.

“Your dick, silly boy,” you respond, trumping my assumptions (that “Deb” would never dare to say that word out loud) and at the same time making it a confirmed necessity that I change out of my running shorts and into my clothes before someone remarks upon my obvious physical reaction to your mere presence.

“Dinner first?” I ask, buying time and mentally backpedaling. “Surely you don’t expect me to give you the goods without so much as caging a meal from your extensive accounts, do you?”

You laugh politely and then turn in a combination of moderate surprise and mild indignation as I usher you from my office and bid you wait outside as I go down to men’s room to change. It’s a sponge bath, but fast. Still, I rather enjoyed the look on your face as you cool your heels outside my office door. High maintenance indeed.

As a turn the corner towards the stairwell, however, I chance a glance back towards you, hoping to get another visual fill of you surreptitiously. There you are standing, cooling your heels outside my office, your back to me and the exquisite lines of your legs and back encased in black almanbahis reward my efforts for a split second before you suddenly whirl, smiling. Caught. You knew I would look, that I had to look, and you wanted me to know that there is more than one level of power being played out right now. I cannot help but grin to myself as I stroll then walk, then break into a trot to get to the changing room.

An hour later we’re sitting in a nice seafood restaurant near where I work. As I’ve only been there a few weeks I haven’t taken the time yet to wander far a field and this is the nicest restaurant in the area that is not Thai or Indian. Seated and ordered we’ve been exchanging pleasantries for most of the hour. I learn something of your interests in the city, you feigning interest in my own bucolic origins, when I feel something that everyman periodically dreams of beneath the table, a silk encased foot sliding slowly and languorously upwards along the inside of my calf. It is the stuff of movie scenes, and perhaps conditioned by Hollywood I once again have a natural reaction. Feeling my cock harden in my slacks and my pulse take up a pace or two I remember how this all started.

“Feeling frisky are we?” I tease.

“You promised me entertainment,” you pout, “This I can get anywhere.”

Your pouting lips, even in the false, play-acting pout they are in now, are themselves sculptures of near perfection. They are simultaneously both the very image of coy womanhood, something to be preserved and protected; and something that immediately brings to a man’s mind the mental image of those same pouting lips wrapped around his cock as he grasps your hair in one hand and looks down to see your lips and mouth engorged with his glans, taking you orally, ravishing and possessing. It’s a curious juxtaposition that pops instantly into my mind. Sometimes I think too fast for my own benefit.

Your foot suddenly slides upwards dramatically and what seem like prehensile toes almost wrap themselves around my dick. I jolt at the suddenness of the sensation, banging the table upwards and jarring the glasses so that great sloshes of water and wine spread across the tablecloth.

“Check please.”

Twenty minutes later we’re walking back past my offices enroute to, where, I don’t know. I suddenly realize that I am so new in town that I don’t even know where the nearest hotel might be. At the same instant I realize that this is not really a hotel sort of situation.

“I need to stop in my office to pick up something. We’ll only be a minute.”

Your grin is reaching almost from ear to ear. If I hadn’t just made up this plan in my head I would think that you knew perfectly well what I had in store for you for the coming hours.

It’s well after work hours, the offices are darkened and I fumble with the pass codes in getting to my internal office. You stand right behind me, stealing my breath with the scent of your perfume and the occasional brush of your thigh against me. For me, at least, anticipation is a large part of this experience. We finally get to the office, small as it is, and I usher you in, turning my back to you to close the door. In the second that I am doing this I hear the whisper of silk behind me. Turning again I am struck that Aphrodite must not have broken the mold as so many said that she had. They made at least one copy.

Standing before me, still swathed in silk, but now just a collection of delicate items that support here and constrain there, you look like you’ve walked almanbahis adres out of the pages of the most recent Victoria’s Secret catalog. From the stockings to the garter-belt to the ridiculously rich collection of material pinching your breasts and accentuating your cleavage you are the stuff of dreams, and wet dreams at that.

“I’ve never been very patient,” is all you say, grinning, as you step out of the circle of your dress, laying in a heap on the floor and close the gap between us. In an instant our lips come together, and with barely a discernible pause your hands slide down the narrow gap between our torsos and start working on my belt. In a second it is loose and you break your lips from mine and drop to your knees, grinning. Power is power, is power. You have a firm grasp on that idea I know that your smile reflects your feeling of power over me, as right now I am feeling quite powerless in the wake of your initiative. Not a position I am used to, but one that is not exactly without its benefits.

Your hands work quickly, unbuttoning and unzipping my trousers, but they do not smoothly fall as did your dress. Slacks and boxers alike are caught on the pole now protruding upwards in a curve from me. Grinning even wider you delicately extricate my cock and they do fall to the ground around my ankles. I’ve taken not a step from the door. Looking down I see those pouty lips I fantasized about less than an hour before once again pouting, in exactly the image I had formed in my mind. How often does that happen to a man, where his dreams become reality so quickly after creation?

For a second the wet heat of your mouth takes my breath away and my head rolls back. I cannot see exactly what you are doing, but I feel lips and tongue and hands all at once, in what feels to me like a jumbled kaleidoscopic mix of sensations playing upon my dick. Catching my breath and looking down again I struggle to regain at least some modicum of control of myself. You must feel the shift in my balance and know that I am looking down at the top of your head because, very deliberately, you look up.

With my cock halfway in your mouth, and one hand on the rest of the shaft, you look up at me…slowing what had been until now an oral assault upon me.

When, or where, do women learn this? Or do they know it at all. Do you know what you are doing when you create that tableau? The psychology of it is fairly easy. Woman/girl, ostensibly without power, in the submissive position on her knees, looking upwards into the face of the man who’s cock she is taking in her mouth…it strikes something primal in a man. At the same time I feel sure that, still, you knew what you were doing, that by looking up you were controlling me, indirectly.

I cannot help myself. My hands reach down, one hand sweeping up and taking your hair in a great swirling twist, the other cupping the side of your head. I am going to fuck you, fuck your mouth. I can already feel the pulsing feeling building at the base of my cock which signals that I haven’t all that long to do so. Holding your head, gently but in a firm grasp, my hips start moving forward and backwards of their own accord. You only make it worse by tilting your head slightly, so that I can see your face and your mouth as my thrusts bury my cock between your lips. Moving faster and faster, but not at a full sexual pace, I let the cum build inside of me. Then I cannot control even that any longer. Shooting hard into your throat I haven’t given you even so much almanbahis yeni giriş as a polite warning, you were my receptacle in this, not my partner, but there is no denying the strength of my orgasm when it comes. Blasting forth out of my cock it feels like there is a small jet pump inside me, as I suppose there is, powering my seed into the back of your mouth until, like a revolver, the chambers are eventually emptied.

You stay on your knees for a moment, cleaning my cock with your lips and tongue, grinning the whole while. You know that from start to finish, despite our physical positions, you were in total control of that situation. As you stand and press the full length of your body against me, nuzzling at my neck and hiking one leg up to my hip as you gently grind yourself against the hardness of my thigh, I realize it too. I also realize that you would like to not be in control for a little while, and as it seems we’ve arrived at our venue for the night, I might as well start now, while I have the willpower and coincident inability, to not to just throw you on the floor and fuck the hell out of you.

“You were a naughty girl Deb. I wasn’t quite expecting that, at least, not right this past instant.”

“I told you, in some things patience is not my strong suit.”

“And you made me spill the water, not to mention the wine, all over the table.”

Laughing, you smile and say, “Yes, that was quite a reaction. Sorry about that.” But you’re not. Not in the least.

Suddenly lunging forward, throwing you back off your balance I hold you tight with your arms pinned to your side. Staring into your face I see you making mental calculations.

You know, in hand-to-hand terms, what you are capable of. You don’t know what I can do, other than theoretically, nor even have a solid measure of my physical strength. I feel you flexing your arms slightly, testing that in a limited way. You know of my training, but not how well I performed in that training nor if it’s relevant today. A few subtle shifts of your hips, responded to by shifts of my own, satisfy you that whatever the state of my abilities, they, combined with the fact that I already have you in a close hold and am at least strong enough to the task at hand, I have you in my physical control for the moment. It is a welcome realization to you, you can surrender. I am stronger, more powerful, and at least in this situation entirely capable of restraining you. I rather expect that if my hips had not shifted slightly I’d have felt a rapidly rising knee intersect with my testicles by way of your experimentation, but they did and you understood that I was aware. I feel you relax a second time (the first time obviously being a test.) All the while I’ve been slowly maneuvering you around my desk.

You are, I find, very light.

Twisting you rapidly in a variation of an old wrestling move that I am sure my coach never dreamed of, (not everything useful is taught in Ranger school) I spin my own body as well. In less than a second you find yourself lifted and placed face down, pinned across my knees with your arms pressed into your sides, as I simultaneously drop into my chair. Looking down I see the curious combination of softness and hardness that is the curves of your buttocks. It’s a sight to make any man catch his breath just seeing it clothed and on the street. In this context, bound and presented upon my lap, it’s enough to make me aware that the clock is ticking already towards the time when I won’t be able to constrain myself and dally about with domination games for our mutual pleasure but will have to bury myself once again within your body and succumb to the more bestial aspects of my nature. Thrusting and grunting and slamming into you like some animal. But for now, I have a few moments…

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I stood in the elevator, Muzak in my ears and the drowsy scent of perfume in my nostrils. The elevator belonged to an exclusive downtown office building – the kind with a marble floor in the foyer that goes on for longer than you can hold your breath. The perfume belonged to the elegant lady lawyer who had stepped out with silk stockinged legs at the twenty-fifth in her hi-powered red suit and Manolo Blahniks. I didn’t belong anywhere in this building. I was only there to meet a friend.

The elevator stopped only a couple of floors short of the penthouse. The doors opened and the Muzak kept going – Coolio played on some Binatone electronic harpsichord. The lobby was empty except for another business lady – younger this time – in short black skirt and hounds tooth check jacket – carrying a leather briefcase. She stepped into the privacy of the elevator and I was suddenly aware of how scruffy I must look in my jeans and leather car coat. The air was sweet with a new perfume – a muskier, more intoxicating blend. I shuffled my feet.

“Thirty, please”, she said. Two floors further up. I didn’t have to touch a button. Thirty was were I was going too. The doors closed. We both looked at the floor. The lift started and then stopped again, moments later. We both looked at each other – I tried a smile, shrugged my shoulders as if to say ,”All the money in this building and they can’t even get the lifts to work properly.” She didn’t say a thing. Nothing happened – and seemed to take a long time about it. We both sneaked glances at each other a couple more times – becoming gradually less and less sure how to handle the situation – until she finally strode over to the emergency phone and pulled it out of its cabinet. She held it to her ear.

“Engaged!”, she said. “How the fuck can an emergency telephone be engaged?” She held it out to me so I could hear the tone.

“Beats me,” I said, “Maybe all the elevators have stopped and they’ve only got one phone line?”

“Maybe,” she looked angry. “Fucking typical. How many elevators do you think they have in this building?”

“There were six sets of doors in the lobby.”

“Six! We could be here for hours.” She looked at me again – a little less angry now – and something seemed to crackle in the air between us like static electricity. She bent almanbahis giriş to place her briefcase on the floor, affording me a pleasant view of her cleavage between the open top buttons of her white blouse. She straightened up, hands on hips and looked across at me – and this time there was a look in her eyes – the kind Moll Flanders might have worn when she first sashayed into the palace and curtsied in front of Charles II. “So what do you suggest we do to pass the time?”

My mouth was dry – but I managed to crack a smile and a half-assed answer – “How about a game of Eye-Spy?”

“Eye Spy?,” she said – half-laughing – as she sashayed across the elevator carpet – she didn’t curtsy, she just knelt, on a pair of pretty knees, tugging her skirt up slightly. “I think we can do better than that.” She had one hand behind, holding me steady while the other worked at belt and fastenings and then I felt the sudden shocking coolness of the elevator air conditioning and then – more shocking still – her gentle fingers as she stroked me erect. She used both hands, quickly, to pull my jeans down far enough to bring me all the way out and then I had both hands against the wall behind me to keep myself steady because she was kissing the head and lovingly taking me into her mouth.

She took me all the way in and then slowly worked me out again, holding me like a popsicle , she licked me all around and up and down. I moved one hand onto the back of her head – moving with her, following her rhythm of licking and sucking and lips and kisses – a slow and deliberate rhythm – like a tango between her lips and my cock but too slow for my growing excitement so I pulled her to her feet and tugged at the fastenings of blouse and jacket – buttons popped before I had them off and forgotten on the floor and I was kissing her with the hunger of a dying man on a ventilator – trying to suck hot and passionate breath out of her throat and into my lungs and all the time backing her against an elevator wall – her arms around my neck – my free hand pushing her skirt up around her waist – stroking slim thighs in stockings – feeling the electrifying Morse code transmitted to my minds eye by my finger tips touching firm flesh inside tight silk – her moan, hoarse in my ear – when I found the elastic of her almanbahis giriş panties and pulled it down hard – her behind and thighs yielding, letting my fingers urgently caress her until she opened with a sigh and I slipped two fingers inside her – feeling her moisture as I pushed my fingers in and out.

We were standing awkwardly and my busy arm was trapped between the wall and her back so after a few more impassioned squirms we separated, panting, looking each other up and down with tousled eyes. She took the hand and fingers that had been inside her and licked and sucked them sensuously – her eyes never leaving mine.

When she had finished – I stripped, in front of her – carefully and deliberately. When I had finished she started to do the same – unclasping her brassiere at the back to let her proud creamy breasts, tipped with raspberry nipples, swing free – unzipping her skirt and stepping out of that and then her white lace panties – she kicked her clothes to one side with a high heeled shoe and faced me with her hands on hips – the same pose she had struck moments before – only now she wore nothing other than a white lace suspender belt, dark stockings and high heels. And I was naked as a newborn with my cock standing proud in front of me.

I looked at her for a second longer – drinking this vision in – the beauty of this naked woman – the blunt sexuality of her pose in fuck-me pumps – such an unashamed display – the dark triangle of her sex between stockinged thighs was manna for my hungry eyes – all this nubility made my head swim like only good scotch can. But only for a second.

Then I reached out to bring her to me and kissed her hard. Her naked body writhed against me until I turned her around and pulled her down onto her hands and knees – with her perfect, peaches and cream behind in the air – I stroked her moist slit with my fingers finding her open enough and moist enough to take one finger and then another. When I slid in a third she gasped and moved her hips – pushing against my hand. I fucked my fingers in and out – slowly at first – and then faster – occasionally pulling out to slip my hand between her thighs, reaching higher up to rub her clitoris. I repeated the cycle of stroking and touching and rubbing and fucking – using the same rhythm she had almanbahis yeni giriş when she was sucking my cock – until she was nibbling the flesh at the top of one arm with her teeth. Then I slipped my cock into her to a depth of half my length.

She moaned, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder and licking her lips. I moved gently – in and out – going no further than half my length until – suddenly – gripping her hips hard – I slammed my cock into her – piston fucking fast – she half screamed, half moaned and rammed her behind into me – matching my rhythm – coming up on my downstroke – her shoulders shook as she thrust backwards – using every lithe, taut muscle in her perfect body to drive her hips against me – impaling herself on my length – hard – fast – I reached round in front of her and touched her clitoris again – we slowed our mutual rhythm just enough to allow me to finger her in front while I was fucking her from behind.

Until I could feel the first spasms in her hips – her rhythm changing – becoming even more frantic – we were electricity – conducted between poles by a pool of lubricity – generator sparking – dynamo turning faster and faster – until I could I could feel that lightning running down my spine to my cock – batteries charging – meter levels redlining – spilling over until I felt the muscles in the walls of her pussy jerk and spasm at the same time as my cock jerked and spasmed – we came together with the synchronicity of parallel circuits – the wild lightning of come discharged to earth safely in her welcoming pussy. I

I don’t know how long we lay there afterwards on the elevator carpet until she raised her head – her face flushed with joy at our fucking. “We won’t have much longer,” she said.

“I know,” I said. We dressed slowly on shaky legs and not long afterwards the elevator shuddered into life. She looked at me and smiled.

“How much did you give him?,” I said.

“One hundred dollars,” she said.

It had always been one of my fantasies to fuck a smart dressed business woman in an elevator. Lucky for me – my girlfriend loves playing games and fulfilling my fantasies. And she works as a P.A. for an expensive legal firm in a smart downtown office block. And the lift engineer was a varsity letterman at our high school before he got kicked off the team. He’d been devoted to my girlfriend ever since she gave him a private viewing of her new cheerleading routine – with nothing on beneath her miniskirt. Once the lift was back on he ground – I walked out of that office block whistling a very happy tune.

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I lay you down on the bed. You crawl over the end of the other end of the bed and take off your clothes except for your bra and panties. You give me a dick harden dance as I take off my clothes except for my boxers .I crawl up the bed right between your legs you can feel my hard dick through my boxers resting against your pussy.

I kiss you on your soft lips and reach around and undo your bra and I slide it off your shoulders. Your boobs look so good with your pink nipples. I massage your boobs. I lightly pinch and roll your nipples in my finger tips. I bend down and lick each nipple. I softly suck and nibble on your right nipple as I pinch and roll the left one in my left fingertips. You encourage me to suck and nibble on your nipples more. I feel your right hand press against my head. I then move your left nipple and gives it the same attention. I know that I am bringing your close your first orgasm we have had together for many months. I stop just as you are on the edge.

I grab you by your hips and lean down to kiss your neck softly. almanbahis yeni giriş I whisper in “Your ear to get on your hands and knees for me.”

You silently comply and I smack your fat ass. I hear a soft whimper coming from your lips. I take one of your scarves and wrap it around your eyes and ties your wrists to the headboard.

I whisper in your ear” Now relax my sweet and enjoy.”

I kiss my way down to your succulent dripping pussy. I kiss your neck down your back to each of your ass cheeks. I see your dripping pussy and lick each of the lips for four minutes. I teasingly run the tip of my tongue up and down the slit. I purpose lightly prod your pussy with my tongue as I nibble on your outer lips. I lightly pull your lips apart and suck on the inner lips never entering into your pussy or touching your clit. I lick and drag the tip of my tongue up and down and around your clit. I softly slurp up all of your juices. Before I even take my tongue and enter it inside of your pussy. I slowly insert my tongue almanbahis into your entrance, I lick the walls and your g-spot causing you to scream my name loudly and dig your heels into my hard back. I knew you was cumming without me even touching your clit. I press my first two fingers over your clit and rubbing it in fast large circles as I continued slurping and licking your hot soaked pussy. Within five minutes, I had you begging for my hard cock to enter your pussy after making you scream and thrash around from three beautiful orgasms.

“Now, Now Baby, I said relax” I say softly as I come around to the front of your and rub the head of my cock on your lips.

“If you bite my hard cock you will not get this in your trenched pussy. Do you understand this?” I say sternly.

I push my cock into your mouth not caring if you want to please me. I slowly enter the head of my cock into your throat as I face fuck you. I begin to hear your moan softly causing vibrations to go to my balls which causes me moan loudly. I knew after almanbahis adres the show of you cumming I wouldn’t be able to last long. I scream your name loudly as I cum in your mouth. I pull my cock out still semi hard. I begin to stroke him getting him hard again.

I walk behind you and rub my cock up and down your slit. I hear you moan loudly. I enter you with a fast and hard slamming motion I slam your hips back into the entire length of my cock. It goes into your tight vise like pussy with a loud groan from me.

You let out a moan and you dig your nails into the bed. You start rocking forwards and backwards my dick. You start losing breath with every thrust into your tight sloppy pussy. I grab your hips and trust my cock into your pussy harder and harder. I start rubbing, pinching and tugging on your clit in a large range of circles as I start entering your pussy from a different angle each time. . You start moaning loader and loader saying” You’re going to cum”.

As I am also, it builds up then your pussy gets so tense and tight. Your pussy tries to milk my cum from my cock before I start to shoot thick white strands of cum into your pussy with a loud groan. It’s so warm causing you to start cuming too. I kiss your neck and bite on your shoulder I love the taste and feel of your body.

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Maggie hated Valentine’s day. It was nothing more then a day for people to brag about what they had and rub it into their unattached friends’ faces. This attitude and owning a flower shop didn’t mix. So she did her best for her multitudes of customers, she always did her best. But she left early that day leaving the last minute shoppers to the other girls; all the orders were done and picked up. All that was left were the flowers in the case.

Owning a business at twenty seven was hard work. But it was all worth it when it came to Evan, even Valentine’s was worth because of Evan. It had just been her and her son all five years of his life. His father had been a smooth talking friend who she thought really cared about her. When she discovered she was pregnant however, he was nowhere to be found. She was okay with that, as long as she had Evan.

As Maggie rode the bus toward Evan’s school she pondered what it would have been like if Evan had a real father. Two incomes, a better apartment, a car. It as so hard being alone. Then there were the memories. Memories of words whispered in her ear, strong hands on her body. Memories, that turned into dreams, that left her wide awake and sweating in the middle of the night. Once she calmed her racing heart she often cried herself back to sleep.

She had tried dating once or twice. Finding a sitter was a pain, and most men she found were annoyed about how much she talked about her son. So she had given up, Evan was the only man she needed.

When she walked up to the school she noted her son wasn’t out playing with the rest of the children. Panic started to creep into her heart as she sought out the supervising teacher. “Ms. Callahan, where’s Evan?”

“Oh Ms. Walters,” The elderly teacher greeted her, “Evan was brought to the nurse’s office, nothing…”

Maggie brushed past the old woman and into the school. What did she mean her son was at the nurse’s office? Was he hurt? Sick? She came around the corner and skidded to a stop. There was Evan, his dark head and big blue eyes smiling up at the nurse who offered him a purple sucker. Her eyes scanned him, he looked unhurt except a large bandage across his knee. Holding her son’s hand however was a man in a casual dress jacket and jeans. Nice jeans. Her eyes scanned the man; her maternal brain subconsciously looking for a threat. He wasn’t very old, maybe his early thirties and so very handsome. He had dark close cropped hair and an easy smile. Then he looked up and the smile broadened, reaching his crystal blue eyes.

“Mrs. Walters I presume?” He asked in an easy humorous tone.

Evan spotted her, “Mommy!” He cheered releasing the man’s hand and came running with a dramatic limp down the hall way.

Maggie caught him and examined him again, “Evan darling what happened? I was so scarred when you weren’t out side.”

“I’m sorry Mommy.” The boy told her giving her another hug.

“No worries, Mrs. Walters, a bigger boy knocked him down and scraped his knee. He didn’t even cry, did ya Evan?” The man told her joining them.

Evan shook his head and almanbahis popped the purple sucker into his mouth. Maggie stood up, “Thank you, Mr….” She tried unable to place this man amongst Evan’s teachers.

The man offered his hand, “Taylor, but every one calls me Will,” He shrugged, “Except the kids of course. And don’t worry about the other boy he’s waiting for his parents outside my office.”

“Your office sir?… I mean, Will?” She corrected herself. This man was completely flustering, and she didn’t even know who he was.

“I’m the assistant principal Mrs. Walters, new this year but I think I’m getting the hang of things.”

“Oh.” She exclaimed finally understanding; he was so young. “And it’s Maggie please, thank you for taking care of Evan for me. Do you have all your things honey?” She asked the boy trying to distract herself. Just then the smiling young nurse appeared with Evan’s Spiderman back pack. Mr. Taylor, or Will. took it from her with a thank you. “Oh, I can take that thank you.”

“I’ve got it,” he motioned for them to head outside. “Evan is quite a young man Maggie, you and your husband should be very proud of him.”

“Oh, I’m not married.” Her mouth answered before she could control it, “I mean it’s just me and Evan, but thank you.”

“You take care of your mom buddy?” The assistant principal asked the little boy. Busy with his sucker the boy nodded vigorously, and Maggie smiled down at him.

Will couldn’t believe his eyes when he spotted the delicate woman down the hall; amber eyes wide in maternal alarm. She had a riot of dark auburn waves around her face and porcelain skin smeared with dirt across one cheek. Dirt as under her nails, and she was dressed in a worn out flannel and worn jeans. When she caught her son she turned just enough for him to spot the dirty hand print on her back side. The woman was gorgeous. And when she smiled…

He walked with them out to the front steps of the school where Maggie held out her hand for the bag, “Thank you again Will, we should be going.”

“I’ll walk you to your car, it’s not too often I get the praise my students in front of their parents.” He offered with his disarming smile.

Maggie wanted to melt. “We don’t have car, we ride the bus, its not far.” She told him.

“Then let me give you a ride, I would be just leaving myself, it’s no bother.”

Maggie was suddenly aware of how dirty she was, “Oh we couldn’t, me especially, I’m a mess…”She protested.

“You’re fine, beautiful, I insist.” He gently took her hand before she could protest further and led her around the building to the employee parking lot. He held open the door to a shiny black SUV. Maggie was a little stunned, here she was covered in dirt, and this sweet handsome man was offering her a ride in his forty thousand dollar car. Without hesitation however Evan let go of her and tried to climb up into the seat. Will had to pick him up and naturally helped the little boy buckle up. Maggie was momentarily lost in her musing from earlier, Evan with a daddy. She shook the thought away, almanbahis adres she hardly knew this man.

“Well I guess it’s decided.” She shrugged stepping up into the passenger seat as Will held the door for her. As she buckled the set belt she peaked back at her content five year old. “Try not get that sucker on anything honey, we’re guests.” She told him

Will laughed, “It will wash off, I’m not worried.”

As she directed Will toward their apartment they also talked about other things. Normal things, and Maggie began to relax. The longer she and Will talked the more relaxed she was, she found she really liked this young man. She let herself hope perhaps he did too, and perhaps they could try to work things out. He obviously didn’t mind children, and Evan liked him. When he pulled up outside of their apartment building she heard herself say, “Would you like to come up? We can order pizza as a thank you for everything.”

He agreed leaving his sport coat in the truck. Evan was still playing up the injured knee with his dramatic limp so Will carried him up the two flights of stairs to their small home. Life seemed to resume as normal or a few minutes while Maggie went to change and wash up, and Evan ran for the television; limp mysteriously gone. When Maggie came out she found Will ordering pizza, using a piece of mail for an address. She shot him a dirty look and he winked at her.

By the end of the night Maggie was unsure what it was like not having Will there. The apartment was small but the young man seemed to fit so seamlessly. Evan was overjoyed to have another person to show off for and dominated much of the young man’s attention. However once Maggie got the little boy in the bath tub Will surprised her in the hallway.

He sidled up close to her, his hands around her back as if not quite sure if this was okay. “I know this is all a bit sudden, but I really want to get to know you and Evan.”

“I feel like we’ve known you forever.” Maggie admitted a little breathless.

He leaned down to gently brush his lips against hers and she responded wanting more. He kissed her deep and hard and she pressed herself against him. Then Evan called from the bathroom. They both relaxed, their passion quickly evaporating. Will laughed against her neck.

Maggie pulled away, “Better get used to it.” She warned playfully. Turning toward the bathroom.

Will pulled her back for another kiss, “It’s worth it.”

They didn’t get to return to their pent up passion until the little boy fell asleep between them on the couch. Maggie went to pick him up, but Will told her he had it and gently lifted the limp little boy in his arms, bringing him to his bedroom. When Will came out gently shutting the door behind them he found Maggie in the dim kitchen sorting through papers and valentines from Evan’s bag. He came up behind her pulling her against him and kissing her neck. Maggie relaxed into him still holding a homemade valentine in her hand.

“Happy Valentine’s day,” He murmured.

She laughed softly pinning the valentine to the almanbahis giriş fridge, and turning to face him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, but you know what would make a great valentine?” She asked playfully her hands on his waist.

He devoured her mouth with another kiss, “That not hat I came here for.” He told her breathless, she could feel him hard against her thigh.

“I know, that’s why I’m offering.” After a few more kisses she pulled away, “But we’ll have to be quiet.”

He pulled her close laughing softly against her neck. Then he pulled off her shirt. He wanted her right there against the counter, feet from the little boy’s room. His mouth sucked in one of her breasts and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Sliding away from him she pulled him toward her bedroom. He followed removing his shirt. Maggie swallowed, god he was beautiful. Once safely behind doors she pinned him to the door kissing him hard and deep. His hands unclasped her bra so he nipples could brush against his chest, then the ventured down to pull off her pants.

Maggie had already worked his fly free and was groping inside for his cock as her mouth bit his nipple. Will relaxed against the door as Maggie pushed his pants to the floor. She knelt between his legs, his erection in her hands. Will didn’t think he had ever seen a more beautiful sight. Then she opened her mouth. It was all he could do not to cry out when she suckled him; her tongue playing with his head, her hand stroking his length. She took him deep again and again, groaning against him. She nipped and sucked on his balls, then swallowed him again. Just hen he thought he couldn’t last any longer she pulled away.

She stood up grinning devilishly. God, he wanted to make her scream. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. But when they sat down, the mattress protested with a loud groan. Will froze and Maggie stifled her giggles against his chest. As she began once again to lick his nipple, he lowered her to the floor. She lay there with her knees wide waiting for him. He teased her a little, brushing his tip against her opening and making her gasp. Then slid inside. She was tight, she hadn’t done this in a while but he didn’t seem to hurt her, so he pressed deeper. Maggie stifled her whimper. He took her slow, wanting it to last. His hands ventured from her hips up to her gently bouncing breasts, she arched her back into his hands.

He jerked into her harder and she gasped rocking her hips to meet him. He leaned forward pinning her arms above her head and drove into her hard. Maggie concentrated on breathing and not crying out and he rode her. God he felt so good, too good. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed into him. She was so close, he was so close. She could feel him throbbing in time with her. She whimpered into his shoulder stifling her cries as best she could. Until he exploded inside her letting out a harsh staggering breath.

She lay back and he relaxed down on top of her. “Holy shit.” She breathed.

“Do you think we woke him?” Will asked out of breath.

Maggie shook her head and swallowed, “No, but my down stairs neighbors are probably pissed.”

He laughed against her neck, “I can handle neighbors, I explaining to a five year old why his mom is screaming is not on my to do list.” Earning Maggie’s stifled laughter.

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