Ariel Anderssen

"Lustful Intentions" read by Ariel Anderssen

Jen's mouth was ablaze with lustful intentions as Randall's pressed hard upon it. Jen felt her back

jammed hard into the molding of the front door as Randall circled her tongue with his. Jen could taste what he had for dinner as her dinner sloshed in her stomach still unsettled. It was well worth the unsettling though, as she reached for the doorknob and moaned into the hot fire of Randall's wet mouth.

As soon as the door swung open, Jen felt herself being turned and pressed even harder against it as it slammed shut. She tilted her head to the side as Randall kissed her neck. The heat of his lips on her sensitive skin there sent tingles rushing through her whole body.

The tingles got even stronger when she felt Randall’s hand slide up under her dress. In an intense movement of his hand, her thong was tugged off of her instantly and landed on the hardwood floor beside where they stood.

Jen immediately felt her pussy drip its hot gooeyness as it was now exposed. The hot mess evading her hot tender slit trailed a path down her inner thigh, and she moaned from the warm trickle now having made its way down to her inner knee. Jen then felt her body jolt as Randall attacked her pussy, jamming his finger into her hot slick center.

Sweat began to pop out of every pore on Jen's body as Randall quickly fingered her gushing sexual lips. In and out, in and out, Jen felt his finger sink into her hot pliable pink walls. She grunted with each stroke his finger made inside her and then felt her dress be ripped from her body with his free hand. The tinkling sound of each button of her dress falling to the floor filled the room in an echo.

Then her dress landed beside her thong. Jen tore off Randall's shirt in the same manner; the buttons making the same sound as the ones on her dress and she unbuttoned his pants. They fell to his knees as his hard long cock jutted out. Droplets of clear stimulation formed on Randall's tip as he removed his finger from Jen's engorged labia and thrust into her wetness with his thickness in one swift plunging even stroke.

The piercing jolt Jen felt of Randall's throbbing thick hardness filling her, made her claw at his back as her body shuddered from him invading her sexual space. She dug her nails into his hot skin as Randall thrust hard and fast, slamming her naked moist body into the back of the door.

The knocking sound of her body slapping the door reverberated inside the room. The sound their bodies made together began to echo in Jen’s ears. Sweat poured down Jen's body now and made it glisten as her pussy lips folded over every ridge of her husband’s erection deep inside her.

Randall's quick swift rocking and his body contacting her erect clit, brought forth her orgasm, and with no warning, Jen felt the intense explosion release. She shrieked loudly as her pussy quivered her hot juices all over Randall's cock buried all the way inside her hot moist center. The pulses of her internal chamber squeezed him in spasms and made Randall moan as his balls tightened in their sack.

The pulsing of Jen's pink slick walls of desire hardened his cock even more and lit the spark that made Randall pause and grunt deeply, sending the jetting stream of his cum out of him and into her. Randall rocked his body on his wife in unison with each spurting spasm that he released.

The intensity of his cum flying out of his erection made him grunt each time it was expelled. Jen felt each warm streaming spurt Randall ejected fall inside her wet personal chasm. Her body jerked each time his cum landed and she moaned as it coated her damp insides. Randall always seemed to fill her with the same amount of goodness every time. It never failed to disappoint her. Jen loved the way her husband’s central core felt in hers.

Randall's body then relaxed against hers and pinned her against the door in a sweat-laden heap. Jen wrapped her arms around her husband and felt the relaxing muscles of his back with her fingers. Jen loved how her husband’s body felt after such a moment. It made her smile.

Jen loved these kind of moments her and Randall shared. The passion, the lust, the quickness of how he took her were moments where Jen felt Randall's pure desire and intentions for her as her husband. It showed his true love for her as her loving and faithful husband. And it was good to be his loving and faithful wife with the same feelings shared.

Ariel Anderssen "Lustful Intentions"

My Business Trip read by Ariel Anderssen

I was on a business trip to a Caribbean Island. It did not go how I planned. I was alone and far away
from home. I arrived at the hotel and unpacked my bags. I opened my computer and reviewed the
presentation that I was to give one more time. I was very anxious and nervous; if it were approved, I
would get a promotion and transfer.

The next day I set up for the briefing. I surveyed the room making sure everything was perfect.
Everyone arrived and took their places. I scanned all the faces and noticed him. His name was Ron,
one of the finest and most accomplished bachelors. He was about 6'4", and very muscular. His
features were magnificent.

I have noticed him before but I did not know that he would be here. Our eyes met and I froze. I was
unable to give the presentation that I have worked so hard on the last six months. I almost panicked;
the look he gave made me tremble, while also making my panties wet. I thought everyone would
notice me staring at him.

Somehow, I collected my wits and gave the presentation. I nailed it and felt good about it. I went back
to the hotel, stripped myself of what I was wearing, and headed into the bath with my favorite toy. I
started stroking my legs straight up and over my thighs. I moved my fingers to my hard nipples.
It all came back to me, remembering how Ron startled me when he walked into the meeting. Any
woman could be his prey and I was about to become one, even if only in my fantasy.
I spread my legs open, licked the huge dildo and worked it all the way up into my pussy, I thought, "oh
what a feeling, this so damn good."

I was slowly working the toy into my pussy. I was so aroused and horny, getting so close to coming
and lost in my fantasy. I almost did not notice when the doorbell rang. I stopped pleasuring myself,
grabbed my towel and headed towards the door.

I went to the door wondering who this could be. I was not expecting anyone today. I opened the door
and there was Ron. He immediately noticed me in my towel and started looking all over my dripping
body. I never felt this nervous before. I accidentaly (on purpose) dropped my towel. He did not waste
any time as he pushed me inside the room, locking the door behind him.

I did not move; I could not move. He picked up my towel and covered my naked body. He looked me
in the eyes and brushed my hair behind my ears. His fingers touched my face; his fingers felt like
lightning. He pulled me closer and kissed me.

He swept me up into his arms and walked towards the bedroom. He laid me gently onto the bed. I
watched him closely as he took off his clothes. His shaft was so huge, all I could do was imagine him
fucking my hungry pussy. He grabbed me by my feet and pulled me half way off the bed. He opened
my legs, bent down, and kissed my thighs.

He was going to have all of me and I was going to surrender to this stranger. He started to move
closer to my pussy, I grabbed the back of his head to guide his tongue to me. I came almost
immediately. He did not stop, kept eating my pussy to a second orgasm.

I opened my legs wider as he thrust his penis deep into my pussy. He pushed harder and harder up
into me, making me scream with pleasure. He put his finger in my mouth and I sucked it; he tasted
like strawberries. I imagined it was his penis in my mouth that I was sucking. I wanted him to come in
me. I wanted him to make me his.

He flipped me over onto my tummy, my sexy ass in his handsome face. He licked my ass and pussy
while also spanking me. I knew what he wanted. I never have been fucked in my ass before, but I
was going to give him my anal virginity. I aimed my virgin ass up in the air and asked him to fuck it. I
was screaming so loud, he gagged me trying to silence my screams of pleasure.

The intimacy was overwhelming as this stranger fucked my ass deeper and faster. His hands were
rubbing on my clit and his shaft was back in my pussy; we both came at the same time.
We laid on the bed for about five minutes breathing heavily, keeping our thoughts to ourselves. He
got up, never taking his eyes off me, and dressed. As I drifted off to sleep, he whispered in my ears,
“Until we meet again, my love.”

The End.

Ariel Anderssen "My Business Trip"

Naughty Boy read by Ariel Anderssen

She stared into the computer, a grown woman,and asked herself,"What am I doing?"

But she still went on to type up a meeting place near by. She was still really hesitant to be doing this
at all so she picked a place near by where she could easily hide and see what he looked like and run
home and block him if he wasn't what he claimed to be. She put on her sexiest underwear and a little
black dress that was easy on - easy off and threw on a windbreaker because it was getting cold.

In the dark, she walked to the park that she had sent him directions too and sat at a bench where she
could watch the swing set that she had marked out as the meeting place. She wasn't there for too
long till someone came along.

He was handsome, tall and, from what she could tell in the dark, had an amazing figure. She was so
turned on by what she was doing that her legs found their way over to him before she could tell she
was walking.

"Hi, Naughty Boy,"she said, using his screen name to identify herself as MissPeach, the girl who
called him to the spot for a meeting.
He looked her up and down and smiled. He grabbed her wrist and led her off where it was more
private in the woods.

She hadn't expected they would go to the woods but when she saw some lights in the distance near
the playground she was glad they had moved.
He didn't say a word, he just picked the end of her short black dress to reveal her red lace thong
panties and started to run his fingers over the fabric...

She, having no experience in these casual encounters just let him take control. Enjoying his fingers
tugging at her panties as she felt his muscles through his thin black t-shirt, she imagined what might
lay beneath his clothes. Doing so was making her wet and that just urged him on.
He started with slipping one finger under the lace to draw on the opening of her lips, then lay her on
the grass so he could open her up like a present. He started massaging her clit then plunged one
finger first then two into her pussy.

She moaned as the finger fucked her, pleading that he fuck her harder and faster. She started to play
with her breast as he fucked her and she just got wetter. She felt like she was going to be a slip and
slide before she even got his cock.

But then he started his mouth in the workings as well, licking her clit and tonguing her pussy.He
silently finger fucked her till she orgasmed.

But he wasn't done there. He grabbed her by her hair as she sat up to leave after. Holding her by her
hair, he pulled her ear right next to his lips and said in a velvet deep voice,"Stay put till I'm done."
She felt herself cum some more as he threw her back to the ground. He took off his pants, revealing
his huge cock: the length and width she had never seen one like it in person.

She licked her lips hungrily at the sight of it and that made him smile. He climbed on top of her, his
cock practicality in her mouth. It was making her so wet...
"Do you want it?" he asked, putting his cock just within reach of her lips and then pulling it back as
she tried to get a taste.

"Tell me you want it, tell me you're a dirty slut and you want my cock. Or I'll leave you here
wanting it, bitch."Something about the way he talked to her just turned her on more and she purred to
him.

"I am a dirty slut who wants your cock so bad baby, please, please let me suck your cock."She added
Puppy dog eyes to give it more effect and it worked - he gave her his cock. It tasted so good, and
after she got a taste, he started to fuck her face. She started to play with his sack while he rammed
his cock down her throat, practicality choking her but she liked it... and she wanted more.
After pumping her mouth full of cum, he didn't pause he just went straight to turning her over to rip
open her ass.She moaned as she licked every bit of cum off her lips as he rammed her ass. Then he
turned her over again to get at her pussy. He fucked her pussy until he moaned that he was about to
cum.

"Slut, you want my cum, don't you?"
"Yes! Yes I do!" she screamed. "Please fill me up."
He turned her around again to pound her ass and filled it to the brim with his cum; she could feel it
dripping out of her ass.

She brought her fingers down to catch it and licked it up as he smiled. She grabbed his cock and
started sucking it, getting him hard all over again and she refused to let go till his cum filled her mouth
again, dripping from the corners of her mouth and on to her breasts. He patted her head and told
her,"You're a good little slut, we should do this again some time, maybe next time on a weekend, so I
don't have college in the morning." With that he left his number on her forehead in marker and left.
She hadn't fucked Naughty Boy the 27 year old. He was a teenager, and luckily for her he was 18.

Ariel Anderssen "Naughty Boy"

"Deep Desires" read by Ariel Anderssen

"Oh come on!" David shouts as he pushes on the horn. It is Friday, Valentine's Day, and our romantic evening out has turned into a commuter's return nightmare. "We will get there when we get there," I try to assure him, his frustration giving me a slight headache. I glance over as he punches the horn again.

"We are already thirty minutes late for our reservation, Penny," he grumbles as we slowly creep along the freeway. "Well then you might as well calm down. It might make this go tens time faster," I sigh and stretch my legs out on the dashboard, my black chiffon dress falling to expose my thighs to him.

I see him glance over as I lean my chair back, relaxing for I know we are going no where any time soon. The sun kisses my legs and I stare at them, noticing how pale they are. I'll have to get to the beach one of these days. I look out the window towards the ocean, and get lost as I watch the waves play along the shore.

Suddenly, my daze is broken by David's fingers tracing up my legs to my thighs and back down to my ankles. I look over at him as his fingers start to stroke just my thighs, and he grins wickedly at me. I smirk back and spread my legs slightly, allowing my dress to fall more to show him my bright red lace panties.

His fingers gently caress the outside of my panties before grabbing the hem and pulling them down my legs. I quickly kick them off so that they do not draw attention from other cars. I bring my knees against the dashboard and spread my legs wide as he teases my inner thighs, my pussy lips and finally my clit. I moan ecstatically as he pinches it, twirls it, and rubs it with his rough fingers.

He grins wider as he slips one finger into my pussy and feels how wet I am for him already. He pulls out and grabs my hips, spinning me so that my shaved pussy is facing him. I whimper lightly as he caresses the crevice of my pussy, not yet plunging his fingers deep into me as I want him to. Finally, I thrust my hips up and his fingers slip into me, a moan of delight flowing from my lips.

He pumps into my pussy so fast that my cries swiftly fill the car. I can feel his cock pressing against my calf as he continues to pleasure me, my cries exciting him too. When I finally cum, I feel him slip his fingers out of me with a grin.

"You are always so easy to please," he murmurs, his voice coarse with rough desire in mind. I smirk and spin in my chair, reaching over for the zipper on his jeans. "As are you," I retort with a kiss on his lips. Traffic has slowed to a halt, which leaves ample time for him to pull me onto his lap and kiss me deeply.

I moan as I feel his cock pressed into my thigh and before he can slide into my pussy, I push off him and back to the middle seat. I lean forward, and ever so lightly kiss the tip of his cock. I hear him sigh before he wiggles his jeans farther down, exposing all of his wonderfully hard cock to my lips. I kiss his tip again before licking all the way from the base of the shaft to his tip repeatedly. By the fifth lick, he has his fingers twirled tightly in my auburn hair.

"Suck on it already," he commands roughly as I giggle. I slip his cock deep into my mouth before pulling it out and slipping it back in, farther this time. I continue this pattern until I have him deep in my throat and my fingers wrapped around his balls. I massage them as he thrusts his cock in and out of my mouth, the pressure causing me to gag every now and then.

I feel him moan as his cock quivers in my mouth, the first sign that he is going to cum soon. Instantly, I pull him slightly out of my mouth and massage the base of his shaft quickly as I pulse his cock in and out of my mouth the exact same way. He moans louder and pulls tightly on my hair before his cum unloads deep in my mouth. I swallow swiftly before licking his cum from his cock.

"Fuck...that really does make traffic fly by," he murmurs before I sit up and look out the window. All of the traffic was caused by a two-lane accident and we passed that so now we can drive normally. "Oh...that's too bad," I say with a pout. He looks at me in confusion before I curl up next to him in the middle seat, "I had so many more plans for you," I whisper in his ear before he kisses me swiftly. "Raincheck?" David says as his cock hardens again. "Absolutely," I say with a grin.

Ariel Anderssen "Deep Desires"

"Special Delivery" read by Ariel Anderssen

Joe leaned back in the shower and closed his eyes. He had spent a good twenty minutes watching
the milf next door sunbathing. She really was fit and Joe wanted to fuck her so badly. Never mind she
was twice his age and her husband was massive, he could still fantasise about her. And he did. He
started to stroke his hard cock while the water washed over him. In his imagination, she was with him
as they washed each other’s bodies before they began to fuck in a fiery passion.

Joe was just beginning to get his rhythm going when the doorbell went. Quickly he grabbed a towel
and went to the door. Was it the milf next door come to fulfill his fantasies? It seemed unlikely and so
it proved.

Joe opened the door to find the postie standing there holding a huge parcel and a clipboard. She was
in her 30’s, had bleached blonde hair and was tall and slim.

“Morning, can you sign for this?” she said handing him the clipboard.
Joe was in a bit of a quandary. His towel barely covered him and he still had a massive hard-on. If he
moved his hands his towel would probably fall open. But he couldn’t just stand there hoping it would
go away.

Before he could react the postie saw his problem. “Would like me to bring it in?” she teased.
Joe nodded, somewhat dumbly.
She entered the house and put the package down. Turning around to face him she noticed he still
had his erection sticking out beneath his towel. She waved the clipboard in his direction. “Would you
like a hand?”
Again Joe nodded.

She made to hand him the clipboard but it was a feint. Instead she grabbed the towel, leaving him
standing there with his erection and a very red face. She looked down at him.
“My you do seem excited. I wonder who you were thinking about. It must be someone very fit.”
Joe tried to cover his embarrassment and his erection but she stepped forward and began to undo
her blue blouse. Quickly she had exposed her bra, which did little to cover her large tits and Joe
couldn’t take his eyes off them.
“Put your hands on them if you want.” She said.

Joe didn’t need asking twice. He stopped shielding his erection and grabbed her tits, one in each
hand. He began to work his hands inside the bra to reach the nipple as she used one hand to undo
the clasp allowing the bra to fall and her tits to spring free. Her other hand reached for his hard cock.
Joe held those tits in his hands while she began to rub him harder and harder.

“Suck my tits,” she ordered and Joe immediately took a nipple in his mouth. He used his tongue to
flick the erect nipple and he sucked hard as he worked the other breast in his hands.
She stopped playing with his cock and stood up pushing him away from her. Joe looked almost
disconsolate at being rejected but he realised what was happening.

The postie was pulling up her skirt and wriggling down her panties. She bent over and said “Fuck me from behind quickly.”
Joe didn’t need to be told twice. He literally shoved his erection inside her wet pussy. Frantically, he
thrust in and out while she seemed to be using her pussy to try and wrench his cock from his body.

The combination of both meant that they reached climax quickly and with little warning. She let out a
great big moan as her orgasm coursed through her body making her knees weak and her legs shake.
If Joe hadn’t been holding her up she might well have collapsed to the floor.
Instead, Joe kept thrusting against her, which was both joyous and painful as he banged hard against
her pussy. Suddenly he gave a moan and unloaded his hot sperm into her.

The feeling of him gushing inside her brought her to another small orgasm as they both stopped moving.
Joe withdrew and grabbed his towel, suddenly embarrassed by his nakedness. She turned round and
looked at him.
“Well that was unexpected,” she said, as she pulled up her panties and smoothed her skirt before
retrieving her bra and doing her blouse back up.

Joe nodded again. He had no idea what to say and she knew it.
“You still need to sign here,” she said giving him the clipboard. He signed it.
And then she turned and left the house, no goodbye, no comment nothing.
Joe returned to the shower and washed himself almost convinced he had imagined it.
And the postie walked down the road singing herself a little tune of happiness. Maybe the day
wouldn’t be so bad after all, she thought to herself.

Ariel Anderssen "Special Delivery"

"Secret Encounter" read by Ariel Anderssen

Sitting at the curb in my car, I see the signal I was waiting for. I slowly, and as quietly as possible, pull into the back of the fire station. I turn off the car and step out, gently bumping the door shut with my hip. I look at the door and notice it’s open slightly. I slip in silently, and it’s pitch black inside. I feel arms come around me, across my chest and middle. His cologne smells so good, but it is different than I remembered.

“Ssshhh, don’t make a sound.” I nod, and the lips nibble on my ear. I moan, but try to keep quiet. The hands are cupping my breasts, squeezing them tightly. My head goes back to his chest, my ass presses into his hips. "He is taller tonight," I think to myself. Maybe he is wearing different boots. He grinds against me, and I can feel how hard he is, and my thoughts slip away. My hands go behind me, between us, so that I can stroke him over his uniform pants.

His hands are under my shirt, pulling up my bra so that he can feel my hard nipples. Pinching and pulling them out for me. I slide up and down against him, and hear him groan. Turning in his arms, I put my lips to his as my fingers slide into the waist band of his pants. I can feel the tip of his cock, and as my fingers brush it, he sucks in a breath of air. “Let me lick it.”

I unzip him, pull him out. Quickly going to my knees on the hard floor, I slide my hot wet mouth down the length of his cock. His hands go to my hair and fist it, sliding out almost all the way then shoving back in quickly. Over and over he fucks my mouth, shoving his hard cock to the back of my throat.

I gag, my hands gripping his thighs and I pat them to signal him to back off just a little bit. He does, and I think again to myself that something is not quite right, but I can’t put my finger on it. My left hand goes to my nipples, and I start pinching them, pulling them out hard. I let the hand travel down over my tummy, to my jeans, and under them.

I am so wet and hot, my fingers slipping in easily. I moan around his hard cock as my fingers circle my clit quickly. He pulls me to my feet and turns me around. He jerks my jeans down, pushing my panties to mid thigh. His fingers quickly find my clit and he starts to circle it, pushing my fingers out of the way. I moan, unable to stop myself from making the sound. He stops suddenly, putting his free hand over my mouth.

“I thought I heard someone, we have to be quiet. If we get caught I am in major trouble. My wife will find out and I really don’t want her to know.”

I nod again, and he goes back to playing with my clit. I am still super wet; the excitement of almost being caught makes me even hotter. His hand goes to my shoulder, the other to my hip as he positions himself behind me.

“Bend just a bit baby, so I can slide in that tight pussy.” I bend and feel the head at my entrance. He is so big and hard. I know he’s going to stretch and fill me up. I bite my lip as he slowly slides in, trying so hard not to gasp or moan. I think to myself that he feels amazing, and I don’t really care how wrong this is, or if we are caught, as long as he doesn’t stop. He is bigger tonight, thicker than usual. Maybe it’s the thought of doing it where he works that has him turned on so much.

I push back against him, taking him deep. He grabs my hair and jerks my head back roughly as he starts to slam into me. Harder and faster, his thighs slapping against my ass, his balls fly against my clit. I am so close to cumming, my hand goes to my clit and I start working it hard. He slams hard once, twice then cums deep in my pussy.

I hear him growl low as he grips my hips hard, shoving deep and filling me full.

My pussy tightens around him hard and cum as he flexes deep in me, rubbing my g spot on his cock. Hands on the wall,

I lean against it, feeling his cum drip out of me onto my thighs.

I lean against the wall for just a minute, to catch my breath. I slowly pull my panties back up, and my jeans follow. I turn to him in the dark room, just barely able to make out his shape. I can’t see him clearly, just a dark shape is there in front of me. His hand goes to my shoulder, and he pushes down.

I know what he wants. He wants me on my knees cleaning his cock. So I drop down and start to lick him clean. Sucking and licking him clean, tasting both of our juices on his shaft. He is hard, but we know we don’t have time to go again. I stand, and he pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard and deep.

His hands under my shirt, putting my breasts back into my bra for me as he fondles them. I feel him smile against my lips, and I smile back. He releases me and steps back. “Wait just a second or two before you walk out,” he whispers. He opens the door and a sliver of muted light shines in. My hand flies to my mouth, and I gasp silently. That was not who I came to see…

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Ariel Anderssen "Secret Encounter"

"Master's Pet" read by Ariel Anderssen

It had been one of those days in the restaurant that was very long and busy. As I made my way back
to my office at the end of the day I notice that my door was open. I look around the hallway wondering
why my door is open I know I closed it. I make my way to the door to peer in and my jaw drops.

"Oh my God, you're here! I been waiting see you." I rub my eyes I can't believe he is here.
My Master stands up and walks up to me with a huge smile on his face and leans in, "Hey, baby you
look beautiful."
He grabs me in a hug and kisses me passionately. I moan and my mind turns to mush. I can't believe
it, he is here. He smiles at me as I shut the door behind me and lock it.
"So love, what you doing here?" I ask quietly.

Hugging me tightly he replies, "My sexy lady, I just couldn't wait any longer today to see your beautiful
face."
Kissing me deeply, as his rough hands go up my shirt, he begins to pull it off. I feel his fingers lightly
tracing my back as he kisses me, walking me backwards. He begins to kiss my neck as he starts to
tear my shirt off. I hear buttons flying to the floor.

"Baby I love your beautiful tits," as he kisses his way down to my bra covered breasts.
Tearing my bra off my breasts, he stands there looking for a moment before his head drops and he
begins to suck my nipples. I moan, throwing my head back. "God, love. Oh please more!"
Slipping fingers down my pants, he starts to rub my clit. Continuing to lick and suck my nipple, his
finger makes its way to my slit.
I gasp, "Oh, shit. Please I need you."

Laughing, he continues teasing my breasts and my wet soaking pussy. Up against the door, I cry out
as his fingers fuck me faster until he stops suddenly.
"What the hell?"
He watches my face and starts to laugh, "Not yet pet, I want you to cum when I am deep inside you."

I glare at him and start to pout. He roughly grabs me and sets me on my desk, pulling my pants and
panties off in one motion. His eyes wander my body I see excitement, wonder, love and passion. He
pulls out a set of handcuffs from his pocket and grinning at me, cuffs my wrists puts them behind my
back as he kisses me deeply. I moan into his mouth as he kisses me. I become wetter thinking about
his hard cock deep inside pleasuring me.

My Master's mouth leaves mine as he pulls off his shirt. I smile and wait patiently to see the rest of his
body, all mine to see. Unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers, I see what I
want so bad; my mouth watering at the sight. Setting me further onto my desk he lines up his cock to
my slit grinning at me,"Pet, how much do you want my cock?" he says as he teases me, rubbing
against me.

"Please Sir, I want it bad. I need you, please let me feel you inside me." He gently slides into me.
"Please harder, Sir please I need more." He's slamming into me and he starts to pound my twat.
He starts fucking me fast and hard, grabbing my ass as he moves deep inside me. He makes me
moan loudly. He shoves his stick into me harder, driving me to scream out in pleasure, "Oh! Fuck!" I
cry out loudly. Leaning his head down, he starts to bite my nipple as he continues to deeply pound my
pussy bringing me closer to the edge. Pulling me in closer to him, wrapping my legs around his waist,
he reaches my spot and that sets fireworks off.

"Oh god, I need to cum," I say, replying as he roughly fucks me.
"Cum for me, my sexy pet."
I scream out his name as I cum hard on his dick. Groaning, he soon follows me as he cums deep
inside me.He smiles at me as he slowly pulls out, our juices coating him as I stare at him my eyes
glazed over in passion.

"Wow Sir, thanks. That was awesome. I really needed that after this day I had," Earl grins and pulls
me off the desk and uncuffs my wrists.
"You're welcome my sexy lady." He quickly pulls his boxers and pants back up, he bends down and
picks my panties up and puts them in his pocket.
He kisses me, "Get dressed, my pet and don't put your bra back on. I just want you in just your shirt
and pants."

I walk over to my locker and pull out a new shirt, pulling it over my head and grabbing my pants off
the floor and putting them on.
"Okay. Now my pet when you're done with the last of your paperwork for the day, I want you to go
home and wait for me there."
Kissing me, he walks to the door, unlocks it and looks at me one last time. He walks out leaving me
wondering what he has planned for tonight.

The End.

Ariel Anderssen "Master's Pet"

"The Best Sex" read by Ariel Anderssen

I stood in his room, very nervous and aware that you could hear a pin drop in the house. Not good.

He looked at me with those eyes of his, a dark, solid brown. The colour made them piercing and intense. He looked so serious that it pushed my heart up into my throat. He was so much taller than me, his body lean and powerful. God, what a body. But when he looked down on me with that expression on his face, all I could see was his eyes. I stood like a rabbit in the headlights, frightened to look anywhere else.

He pushed me so that I fell back onto the bed. I'm stronger than that, but I was a willing victim. I wanted to be on his bed with him all over me. Which was just as well, because that's exactly what was happening. The feeling of the bed moving as he crawled onto it made me tremble, not so much that he'd notice, but the anticipation was too much; I'd waited so long to be right where I was and now this predatory version of him held me to the bed with nothing but his gaze. He was so fucking hot and the intelligence behind that handsome face made him more so.

His fist closed in my hair, sped my heart, it was just this side of pain and I loved it. The erection pressed against my leg encouraged my touch. Not that it needed encouraging; around him I couldn't keep my fucking hands to myself. I felt his other hand slide down my body. As his fingers played over my clit through my underwear, I moaned my pleasure against his mouth and grabbed his ass in an attempt to pull him closer. I loved feeling him pressed hard on me, ready, eager. My hand brushed over the cloth of his shorts and I couldn't help but wrap my hand around him through it. I wanted him to fuck me; but making me wait just excited me more.

I felt him shift position to kneel between my knees and I pressed them tighter together. I figured he was in an aggressive mood already and I liked it, I'd work with it. Using his power, he opened my knees effortlessly as I tried playfully to keep them closed. The thought that he could take me whether I wanted it or not made me more excited. I looked up at him while he opened my knees and the look he gave me said exactly that: "You're mine and I'll have you." Possessive, focused, frightening. I couldn't help but look up at him with a face that mirrored that. I was his prey. He played around the edges of my underwear with his fingers. He pushed the cloth aside and began rubbing my clit, slipping lower, over and between my lips. I was so wet. Slowly a finger entered me,drawing a gasp from my mouth, closing my eyes and bowing my back.

I moaned and clung to the bed to steady me as his rhythm increased. He was good with his hands. I wanted more. I felt my underwear being pulled down my legs and looked across the bed to see him remove his own. We kissed and I pushed him over onto his back so I could look at all of him. He was so handsome. I wanted to kiss every inch of that perfect skin.

I began with his neck, kissing and licking gently down it until I got to that bit where it met his shoulder and set my teeth down lightly. His hands kneaded my breasts and I pinned his wrists to the bed. It was my turn to pay him some attention. I got to my knees, one either side of his waist, holding myself up and off him and looked him over.

Taking his hard penis in my hand, I used it on my pussy, played with it against my opening, over my clit, and it was wonderful. I raised my upper body with one hand on his stomach and began lowering myself onto him, slowly. The sensation of him entering me while I was still so tight made me moan. I had to be quiet, his friends would hear us, so I attempted to stifle my sounds and they came out like soft gasps. His hands went to my hips to help me move, pulling me down, raising me off him.

As my pussy slid around him, grew wetter, I was still vaguely aware of the noise we were beginning to make, but it was fuzzy around the edges and didn't seem to matter as much. I came down harder with each stroke and watched his face watching us. Looking down my body and leaning back I watched us fuck. Eventually I was coming down so hard that the bed was creaking noisily and I had to let up.

I would loose that fine edge of pleasure and my rhythm if I allowed it to distract me. I changed my movement, bringing myself down to the base of him and ground my hips back and forth hard. My lips pressed to his body sent waves of pleasure up mine and it was too much, I was going to come. But, just as I was about to, he lifted me off and flipped us over.

He pushed his toned body between my thighs, making me lift my legs and spread them further. It was too much, I needed his firm cock inside me. He played on my wetness with the head of it and involuntary moans escaped my mouth.

My hands slid down his body to his ass and I pulled him into me. I felt him enter me a little, but he wanted to tease me more, allowing himself to enter me partially and pulling back out. Oh god it was exactly what I wanted and yet not enough. No matter how much I tried to make him fuck me his body and will was stronger. He would enter me but it would be slowly. The more gentle he was, the more I wanted to be fucked senseless, but it felt amazing.

I loved him teasing me. I would have my wayeventually, but when he decided. I wasn't expecting him to push all of himself into me quick and hard- and when he did, it caught me by surprise, stole my breath. The sensation was fantastic. Pure joy. This time he wasn't gentle, he was rough, hard, frantic, pounding me into the bed and tearing moans and screams from me. I dug my nails into him, raised my hips to meet his, but couldn't keep the rhythm because it was too fast, too hard. By now I was almost off the bottom of his bed and he lifted my legs up over my body to get a deeper angle.

It was one of my favourite positions and I felt the orgasm build. Even before he was inside me again it was hard to keep it back. He pushed his cock into my pussy hard and slammed me into the bed. My moaning wasn't stifled then - I couldn't hold back - shit, I didn't even fucking care anymore. This was the best sex I'd ever had, people should know. Everyone should know what this felt like.

His hands pinned my lower body to the bed, which by now sounded like it was going to crash through the floor. A low growling sound trickled from his throat close to my ear, began to get louder; he was going to come. That sound and the knowledge of what it was, brought my orgasm. It consumed me, washed over me in a hot, tingling rush of pleasure and stole my thoughts.

The world disappeared and all that existed were my screams, his growling and the feel of our bodies pounding together. He came throbbing inside me and I continued to orgasm and contract around him. Every time he moved inside me, my body reacted to it until we lay there motionless, just breathing. A thought formed in my head: I would be bruised tomorrow. Another followed at its back: I didn't care, this was just too fucking good. I'd be sad when the bruises faded.

The End.

Ariel Anderssen "The Best Sex"

"The Picnic" read by Ariel Anderssen

As dusk fell and the rosy glow of a beautiful sunset filled the sky, they picked their spot. A huge old oak tree with a wooden picnic bench underneath its heavy boughs. She sat on the table with her feet on the bench seat, her knees slightly apart. He stood directly in front of her, running his hands up the long length of her smooth tanned legs, inching higher with each stroke.

They kissed lightly at first, but as her skirt went higher and his fingers explored further, their kisses got deeper and more fervent. She opened her legs wider as he continued to stroke and tease the insides of her thighs, his knuckles brushing lightly across the outer lips of her damp pussy, causing shivers to run through her.

Stroking his cock through his shorts, she could feel his hardness and wanted to feel his hot flesh in her hand, her mouth, her pussy. Tugging down the waistband she had in her grasp, and she relished the long thick length of him as she slowly began to move her hand up and down, rolling her thumb over the tip on every up stroke.

Groaning into her mouth as she continued to pleasure him, he pushed between her legs, spreading them wider. His fingers were now at her wet pussy, between the slippery satin soft lips and dipping into the depths of her. Her juices were running freely now as his other hand found her breasts and caressed them through the material of her thin summer dress.

Deftly he undid the buttons of the tight bodice, releasing her perfect breasts. Breaking the kiss, he brought down his hungry mouth and greedily sucked on them while fucking her with his fingers. In turn, he sucked on her nipples hard, licking and nipping them whilst she writhed in pleasure, rocking her hips against his hand whilst increasing the speed with which she wanked his now rock hard cock.

Gently he pushed her back and removed her hand from his throbbing cock. She was laying back on the picnic table, skirt bunched up around her waist, legs wide open, with his fingers buried deep inside her. He brought his mouth down from her breasts and trailed his tongue slowly down to her navel, circling it and then dipping his tongue into it.

She watched him impatiently as her hands stroked his head, her hips raising to the onslaught his finger fucking was causing. She wanted his tongue on her clit. She wanted him to suck on it deeply and nip it gently. She craved the peak of her orgasm which was fast approaching. She could feel the roar of pent up lust crashing through her body like a crescendo of waves greedily washing over a diminishing beach.

Knowing she was close, he closed his mouth onto her perfect clit and sucked on it, using his tongue to circle and flick it. He continued his three digit attack in her soaked pussy whilst his other hand stroked her arse cheeks, delving between them to her puckered pink hole. Using her own juices as a lubricant he slowly inserted a finger, delighting in the tightness he found as he added another to stretch her a little bit more.

Heaven didn't describe the knee jerking orgasm he elicited from her. She was bucking against him forcibly, trying to get him deeper into both her holes as his tongue and lips played and teased her clit relentlessly. It literally exploded within her, through her entire body as she now convulsed against his administrations. Volts of delicious pleasure coursed through her, earth shattering lightning bolts forking their way up and down her body.

Her legs were clamped tight to his head as she rode her pleasure waves and her juices flowed into his mouth. He relished in the sweet tasting nectar, lapping it all, the tight walls of her pussy clenched around his fingers, as though they didn't want them to exit ever. As the tremors continued through her, he shifted position and, extracting both hands, he rolled her onto her stomach.

Grasping his rampant cock he guided it to her ready and waiting arse, plunging in balls deep. The tightness enveloped him. He pulled backwards and plunged in again and again, fucking her tight little hole relentlessly.

Bucking against him once more, she raised herself up on her arms, palms flat on the table to give herself more purchase to drive her hips back into him, as yet another orgasm swept through her. His hands grasped her hips tightly as he pummelled into her, ever deeper, with one last thrust and an animalistic bellow he came forcibly. Thick spurts of cum shooting into her.

Slowing his pace butcontinuing to writhe between her trembling legs, he shot several more into her hot slippery depths. He released one of her hips and, grabbing a handful of her hair, pulled her back towards his mouth to kiss and bite the nape of her neck. She was moaning deeply now, her muscles clenched tightly around him, not wanting this moment to end as the aftermath of their frantic outdoor fuck coursed through them.

Slowly he pulled out of her, and helped her turn over so he could rain kisses over her heaving breasts and taut nipples. Breathing heavily, they slumped down on the table together, sticky sweaty limbs entwined, exhausted but satisfied from their first but not last outdoor sexual adventure.

The End!

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Ariel Anderssen "The Picnic"

"Hotel Pick Up" read by Ariel Anderssen

A flash of memory: Following Layla and the guy down the hall, remembering I still don't know his

name, nervously rehearsing her instructions. Breathe through my nose. Make eye contact. Use my
hands. No teeth. Can I do this?
Layla lifted her head from the pillow, looking at me in shock. "What do you mean, you don't know
how?"
I blushed. "I don't know, I've just never felt like I can do it. I always gag and don't like it."
"You're good with me."
I smiled ruefully. "It's easier with a woman. I've never felt like I knew how to do oral on a guy."
Layla laughed. "Your husband doesn't mind?"
My face reddened again. "I do it on special occasions, but he knows I don't enjoy it, and that's ok with
him."

She paused. "Maybe I should teach you. Make this a a girls' weekend to remember."
I feigned shock. "Layla Marie!" She grinned.
I gaped at her for a minute. This was only our second weekend since we'd met at the best friends'
exchange club, and I still hardly knew her. "Um, with whom? I'm not sure Jay would like that idea very
much."
"Shhh. You don't need to tell him. Just show him what you can do." She smiled. "It'll be worth it."
I paused, swallowed. "You didn't answer the other part. I'd need someone to practice on."
She gave her sparkly laugh again. "You do remember I was an escort for a couple of years, right? I'd
find someone." Grinning, she got up and started to get dressed.
I stared at her again. "Let me think about it."

I sat nervously at the bar, waiting for Layla to return with just the right lipstick from the next-door
pharmacy. A handsome man in a bespoke charcoal-gray suit came in, made brief eye contact, just
the barest hint of a smile. We kept glancing at each other, pretending we weren't.
"You like him?" she murmured as she strolled back in, catching me glancing at him in the mirror.
"Nice looking," I agreed, as I applied her color to my lips. "And a bit of mischief in his smile."
"Let's go talk to him."
I took a deep breath, took my last swallow of my mojito, and followed her over. I sat on his other side.
"Hello, stranger," she smiled at him. "My friend Sarah likes you."
"I like her too," he smiled at me.
I blushed. Would it really be this easy?
"Feeling generous toward a couple of escorts for the evening?"
He looked at her, seemingly at a loss for her meaning. Finally, "Oh!" He blushed a little. "Um, I have
to meet someone in a couple of hours, but maybe until then."
Layla glanced at me in the mirror; we nodded silently. Layla took his arm, We all slid from our
barstools. He left a generous payment on the bar and followed us to the elevator and up to our room.
She gave him a soft brushing kiss on the lips as we entered, a secretive smile. Would he want to kiss
me?

My heart was pounding as she unbuttoned his jacket and shirt and draped them carefully over the
chair, then maneuvered him to the edge of the bed. I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and
raised arms, eyeing his muscly trunk and lightly scratching around his nipples. He was better
developed than I suspected under the suit.
She gave him a little shove on the chest. It was all I could do not to giggle as he unbalanced like that,
sat on the mattress with a soft "flump" noise. She glanced at me, telling me with her eyes to kneel
beside her. She began lightly stroking and scratching his thigh up and down, so I did the same. She
reached down to take off his shoe while I continued. He was starting to firm up, his cock hardening
down on my side. A tiny dark area appeared where he was starting to ooze. I lightly stroked him
through the trousers, mostly with the tips of my nails.

Layla leaned forward to kiss one of his nipples and stroke his thighs while I undid the other shoe. She
gently undid the catch on his trousers, and, seeing our intention, he lifted his hips so we could remove
them, leaving his boxers tented a bit. I looked up into his eyes, seeing the arousal growing there as
we alternately stroked his belly and thighs, gently squeezed his erection, used a bit of the growing
moisture to paint his nipples. He shifted his hips as we slipped the remaining layer down, grinned at
each other, and each used one hand to gently squeeze his shaft, then gently running my nails up and
down once. I looked at his face; he was loving this, amazed at his fortune. I suddenly found myself
wanting this, wanting to make this good for him.

Layla murmured, "watch me," and softly tongued up the underside to just below the head. His cock
gave a little jump in my hand, and a soft moan escaped from his lips. She took the head gently in her
mouth as her hand moved mine up and down a tiny fraction, encouraging me to squeeze him. I
looked up in his eyes as she proffered his cock to my mouth, and saw his breathing become irregular
as I gave the head a soft suck. I was rewarded with a tiny drop of sweet syrupy precum and another
little jerk in the shaft.

Remembering her instructions, I withdrew and licked up the velvety front of the shaft, rubbing him up
and down faster. Her pretty mouth suddenly engaged him at the tip, just the softest little kiss before
engulfing maybe half of the shaft. He groaned again, louder this time. Next I took him deeper for a
moment, then wrapped my hand and started to stroke. I saw him trying desperately to keep his eyes
open, but having to close them at times as the stimulation increased.
Layla took him back in her mouth. I caressed her face, stroked him, watched his eyes loving her,
loving me. We alternated, back and forth, occasionally kissing each other, watching him watch us
until he had to lie back, and couldn't keep his eyes open. His groaning grew louder, more frantic,
higher in pitch. As his cock reared back and started to jerk in my hands, I took the first hot spurt of his
tart semen before she took over, finishing him up as I rose to kiss him, give him a taste. He kissed me
avidly, then kissed her tenderly when she came up to join us.
We rested on either side of his panting chest, holding hands, lightly tickling his chest, his nipples, his
balls and cock. Kissing each other across his chest, nuzzling his neck as his breathing slowly
returned to normal.

After some time, he glanced at his watch. "That was amazing, ladies, but I'm afraid I have to go."
Layla brought him a warm washcloth to clean off the crimson lipstick. Faster than I would have
believed, he was dressed, laying two large bills on the dresser, and letting himself out of the room.
Layla laughed triumphantly, gave me a gentle push onto the bed, and without warning was under my
dress licking me through my panties. As I dissolved into my orgasmic bliss, I kept wondering why this
was all so easy.

Packing the next morning, Layla insisted we have breakfast in the hotel dining room instead of room
service. A few tables over, we spotted the man from the night before, sitting with a beautiful woman.
He reddened a bit as he saw us, and excused himself, apparently heading to the washroom.
Layla went up to the table anyway. She and the woman exchanged cordial smiles, a brief hand
squeeze. "Cindy, this is Sarah, my friend."
Cindy gave me an appraising look for much longer than I would have expected, took my hand and
smiled. "Nice to meet you."
Layla leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "Thanks for lending me my husband last night. I know it's
your weekend. I'll make it up to you sometime."
Cindy and Layla both looked at me again until I blushed.
"I'm sure you will," Cindy laughed. "I'm sure you will."

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The End.

Ariel Anderssen "Hotel Pick Up"

"Bound to be Fucked" read by Ariel Anderssen

The heavy weight and sharp sound of metal-on-metal excites me. Ever since Eric bought my new chrome spreader bar, I've snuck looks at it and secretly held it, wondering when and how he will first use it on me.

Will I be locked in it on my back with my ankles above my head? Standing and bent over at the waist? Maybe face down in the pillows with my arms secured to the headboard. I try to imagine all the ways in which I might be taken. I want to know.

I stand now before him, trembling, waiting for him to decide my fate before he locks my ankles into the stainless steel stocks and puts me into some off-balance position for his taking. I used to think that the point of a spreader bar was to keep my legs open, giving him easy access to me in a view that made his cock hard. Placing me in a position that’s a combination of arousing for him and submissive for me. I am open and ready for that. Ready for him to bind me, to stare at me, to fuck me. I am ready to be controlled. I'm ready to be helpless.

Eric takes the bar from my hands and firmly pushes me face down onto a padded bench at the foot of the bed. He steps over me and spreads my legs wide with his knees before locking one of my tiny ankles into each stock. One by one, he guides each of my wrists downward, placing my arms at my sides, until they too find themselves locked in securely next to each ankle.

Every muscle in my legs and back strain, my face is buried in the bench and my ass is high in the air. I could never hold this position for long on my own, but I have been balanced like a tripod, denying me the ability to tip over no matter how tired my muscles may become. Eric is ready to fuck me now. I wobble on the bench as my knees settle lower, relying on him to hold me still – hold me stable – while he fucks me. There’s something about being slightly off balance, the dependence on him to protect me, that exhilarates me.

I like feeling weak and small and vulnerable. Quivering, wobbling and knowing that the only reason I’m upright still is that he’s got a fistful of my hair. Eric walks to the other end of the bench. He pulls my head up and inserts the full, satisfying length of his cock into my throat, right down to the base so I choke. He holds me there for just as long as I can take with my wrists and ankles still restrained so I can’t move away. He holds me on him until my eyes water and he allows me to pull my head back – spluttering, drooling and covering the bench with wet saliva. His fist full of hair is all that keeps me from falling over off the side of the bench.

He enjoys me more slowly now. Holding me in just the right position, so I can wet just the tip of his cock. Licking around the head, my bunched hair clenched in his hand and the backs of my knees starting to sweat. He pushes me back down and continues throat fucking me with care and precision. The back of my throat contracts around his shaft as he calls me his good girl.

Eric pulls out of me and returns to the other end of the bench where he intends to fuck me. The trembling sets in again. I want to grasp my ankles, or lift my hands to hold onto something: the bed, the wall – anything. His cock slides into my sopping wet little box and each stroke makes me tremble even harder, feeling like I’m teetering on the brink of collapse. My muscles tense, my cunt tightens, my knees ache.

He likes my weakness, I think. He can feel my delicate muscles struggle as he grips me, and he can feel me pushing back to take him further inside me – partly for satisfaction and partly for safety. The harder I push back the easier it is to stay stable. I think he likes the clinking sound of the metal-onmetal too, it means my hands are still cuffed to the spreader bar. The rapid tinkling as my ankles wobble and my legs start to really shake means I’m close enough to cumming that he can speed up to bring himself there too.

Fuck me harder and faster with swift angry strokes I think to myself. I want to cum now because I know you're about to. The twitching climax as I cum on his cock makes him harder yet. Just as I feel him draw close to ejaculating, I feel his wet cock slip from inside me, followed by the sensation of my ass cheeks being parted with his palms. He guides the engorged head of his beautiful cock to my clenched little rosebud and presses it firmly inside, giving me just a tiny taste of what is still to come. I rattle in my restraints helplessly. I meekly tell him no, but he knows that I don't mean it.

Eric grips my hips to keep me upright and empties himself inside me. Now lubricated with his semen, my ass willingly receives the full length of his manhood as he slowly slides deeper and penetrates me to maximum depth. Fuck this is good.

The spreader bar rattles on as I take him. I love it this way. It's not my fault. I can't help that he has locked me up with ill intent. I would resist him taking me this way if I could, but I can't move. I know this excites him. He keeps his hands on me, maintaining my balance. With his need to release himself now satisfied, Eric is able to really get down to punishing me.

He's fucked me right on through his orgasm and has stayed rock hard. Now his hard, long strokes pound me. My head is racing. Is this what you want baby? Does it excite you to take my petite little body like this? You know I would do anything for you. You go ahead and take what you want. You want to hurt my little ass? You want to lock me up like this so I can't say no? You go ahead, it's yours.

I wish I could touch myself and rub my stone hard little clit. I look back at him beneath myself and see his tight balls slapping against me. I can't see his cock. It is higher, out of view. I feel my orgasm coming. I hope he doesn't slow down. I know how to keep him going. I plead with him. Please baby, your cock is too big. I can't take all of you. He ignores me just like I want. He tells me that I'll shut up and take it. Perfect. I can feel him get harder at the thought of controlling me. He knows I'm lying. He knows I want it.

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