"Tied For Sex" read by Millie Rose

Garrett tied Tanya’s wrists to the sides of the head board, stretched one side too far where the shoulder wasn’t down. This would be his second time trying to tie her for sex, their first couple of months exploring kink. Experience from last time taught her that shoulders would fatigue if they weren’t down, so she requested he loosen the rope a bit so her shoulders rested comfortably down, adding that her wrists up were fine. Feedback, people kept telling them, was important.

He used the same type of tie around her ankles, stringing it down to the opposite sides of the footboard to spread her legs, using the extra rope to retie into the extra rope on bed posts that restrained her wrists. She thought that was very clever, how he was already modifying from last time and now if she attempted to move either the lower limbs or upper limbs they would pull. Tanya recalled people called this predicament.

She was now spread open naked, a position that made her shiver in anticipation and felt vulnerable in an appreciated way as it assisted the mind set Garrett wanted to achieve.

Before they played with rope, they already learned that a blindfold always helped that mindset as well, so Garrett slipped one on. Then he saw the bits of the rope along the bed and had an idea to alternate whipping her thighs with them. He smiled at her surprised jerk and yelp, finding so much entertainment in the action that he did both thighs a few more times. He caressed her thighs where he had just marked her, tracing the slightly pink imprints and thinking that they should work up to red welts to one day mark her gorgeous skin. Of course, his hands couldn’t resist her magnificent breasts, his hands fully cupping her soft, small globes. He liked her sounds of impact, he decided, and whipped where his hands just left, cautiously at first. She sighed into the sensations of softness and gasped at the sting of the tips.

He teased with kisses and caresses, fingertips trailing paths across her skin, occasionally pinching a nipple or slapping at the inside of a tied thigh.

Then, he gently slapped her vulva. She took a quick intake of breath. “Oh, you like that,” he sounded delighted. He gently slapped a few more times and she jerked in response.

“Who said you can move?” For someone that was new to this, he wanted to make damn sure she knew who was in control. He gripped the outsides of the leg rope and pulled taut to spread her further, the strands of rope dug into her skin in a painful way that for some reason she really liked. He adjusted the rope slightly so that she was stuck in that position; making a mental note for next time they did this.

She felt something like a cold water bottle press against her wet lips that were still stinging, at least that’s what she guessed based on seeing him carry one into the bedroom prior to playing. She wanted to escape the cold sensation and yet it felt so good against how hot he made her there.

Masturbation Monday Week 100 Garrett’s fingers warmed up where the bottle was, his thumb circling her clit to madness before fingertips traced ever so slightly, barely felt but for the brushing of Tanya’s short pubic hair. Suddenly he thrusted two fingers in and quickly created so much pleasure, but withdrew them right before an orgasm.

Ugh, had she actually suggested this idea was hot? In the moment, orgasm denial was hard for her to deal with, though afterwards she would smile in remembrance. She whined her disappointment.

Fingers again became aggressive inside, this time he allowed a full orgasm to slam into her body, watched her body tense, listened to her breathing and moans in satisfaction, felt her clench upon his fingers and fluid coat them. She was so beautiful in this moment it almost took his own breath away.

But he had a job to do, so quickly slapped at her inner thighs with his other hand when he believed that she was at the crest, hard. He had never heard that noise come from her before, would have to ask afterwards how she felt.

He slid his hips between her thighs and slowly entered her. She wanted to wrap her legs around him to increase his pace but couldn’t – an odd feeling. He leaned down and close to her face, rained down soft kisses and loving praises against her lips as he slowly increased the tempo of moving in and out of her.

Within minutes, to the surprise of them both, they found their pleasure together.

The End!

Millie Fenton

Millie Rose "Tied For Sex"

"Pussy Pounding"

Read by Hannah Z

“Aren’t you going to undress me?” Jenny asked, with a flirty smile through the pounding in her head.
She just wanted the pounding somewhere a little to the south. Luke had stood in the doorway to her
bedroom for about five minutes, staring with a hungry look but not move had been made.

Luke obliged silently. He walked surely, firmly, making his way towards her with near-silent steps. His
warm hands slid down her shoulders, taking the straps of her thin dress along. The cool air from the
apartment hit her breasts, making her shudder and her nipples harden.

He gently kissed her shoulder as he bent down to reveal her hips and thighs. She hopped a little to help him get the dress off.

He bent to finish the task. She’d always thought her thighs were too thick, but he laid the gentlest of
kisses on each of them to show how much he enjoyed them.

He went back up, trailing kisses down her neck. He picked her so suddenly, a girlish squeal left her
mouth before she could stop herself. He threw her on the bed with a wicked grin, apparently amused
that he’d managed to scare her and turn her on simultaneously.

That wicked grin had her trembling before he had laid a finger on her. She didn’t have to talk, not that
she could, as he slowly started to crawl towards her from the foot of the bed.
“I want it to be about you today…” he trailed off as he massaged her left foot. He carefully rolled her
foot, smiling at her quiet moan.

“No complaint from me, although you are going quite slowly,” she said, squirming with impatience. He
let out a deep chuckle, a very masculine chuckle. His brown eyes seemed to glow in the soft light the
lamp provided. It was a very masculine look in those eyes, that look that takes over once they know
what will happen. The look brought another wave of goosebumps over her skin.

She was spread eagled, as far as they’d go and yet he was still trying to get her legs even farther
apart. Her flimsy underwear blocked the view from him. He growled and reached up to rip them off.
She tried to be angry that he’d just left her without underwear, but that jerking motion had let a small
moan trickle off her lips before she could muster a complaint.

She was bare, vulnerable even. Luke had always made her feel that way. Something about him
staring at her most intimate parts with such a hungry look made her thighs tremble in anticipation. He
kissed her knees, working his way up. She started to feel herself get wet. He nicked at her left inner
thigh, and she squirmed. She wanted to feel his mouth cup her. She wanted to feel his lips against
her lips.

“Please…” she moaned to the ceiling. She arched her back in desperation. He sucked on her right
inner thigh, for sure leaving a hickey. She knew he was marking her, and she loved every second of
it. He rolled his eyes towards her face as he slowly, painstakingly slowly, laid a kiss just above where
they both wanted him to be.

He finally took her clit into his mouth, and the world suddenly exploded in Jenny’s mind. She couldn’t
feel her head again, only his mouth on her. The world narrowed down on Luke’s tongue circling her
clit. She heard a high-pitched moan, and seconds later realized it was her.

She reached down to get a grip on Luke’s hair. She held him tight against her, grinding her hips against his mouth.
He looked at her with such a passion that she shut her eyes to keep from coming so soon. She
wanted to enjoy it. She wanted it to last. Unfortunately, he slid a finger inside of her and she was sure
she wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer.

It felt like he was filling her up, ever so slowly, and the tipping over would feel like too much. Her body couldn’t contain itself.

The pleasure filled every inch of her as he took her clit into his mouth. He slid a second finger in, and finger-fucked her hard enough to have her shake with each thrust.

“Oh, yes, please…” she whispered. She was on the verge of exploding on his hands. Only he could
manage to do that in minutes. She felt herself lose control at that last second.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming…” she chanted. She lost control of her voice, and suddenly all
she could do was scream. She screamed his name to the ceiling, clinging to the sheets to keep from
raking her nails down her lover’s back. Luke took a deep breath, smelling her intimate scent and
smirked. He laid his head on her thigh, looking up as she regained control of her body.
“Ready for round two?” He asked in a deep voice. Her headache was gone.

Hannah Z

Hannah Z "Pussy Pounding"

"Study Buddy"

Read by Katie Louise

The door opened, John was finally home. He hung his coat on the rack and walked over to me
standing in the kitchen. I smiled, turning my head to give him a kiss hello. His arms wrapped around
my waist, he held me while I finished the last few dishes. He whispered into my ear, "I missed you."
"I missed you, too. How was your day?"
"Busy, and I still need to study for tomorrow's exam."
"Want any help?"
"I'd love your help."
"Get your study guide, and go sit. I'll be in, just give me a minute."
He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and did as I asked. I finished the dishes, dried my hands, and
took the study guide from him.

"Let's make studying fun. For every right answer, I take something off. Answer incorrectly, I'll put
something back on. Once I'm fully unclothed, I'm yours."
"I like the sounds of this game! I knew moving you here would be beneficial."
I smiled, giving him a quick kiss. I stood a few feet away, ensuring he would have a good view.
"Ready?"
"Yep."

"What are the rights of a person in the custody of police?"
He proceeds to answer, correctly, almost rehearsed. I removed a sock, clearly making him eager to
answer more questions to have more than a sock off my body. I complied, giving him more questions
to answer.

My clothes slowly fell off with each question. I removed my other sock, both earrings. I teased him,
unbuttoning and unzipping my tight jeans with one question, pulling them off in another question.
I slid my hand into my panties, moaning as I finger ed myself in front of him. Another question, I
removed my shirt.

He begged that the next question result in my panties removed, I denied him that. The next question
resulted in my bra sliding off my body. Two more questions remained. He answered the one, and my
panties fell, allowing him full view of my fingers inside my warm, wet, pussy.
As I asked the next question, he started removing his shirt. The split focus resulted in an incorrect
answer. I painfully put my shirt back on, and asked another question. Luckily he answered correctly. I
asked one last question, and I was his.

I walked over to him, a smile on both of our faces. I straddled his lap, "I think you'll do great."
"I might have a hard time on the test. How am I possibly going to focus on the test? When I am writing
the answers down, all I'll be thinking of is my amazing, hot girlfriend, and her hot naked body."
I laughed a little, "You'll be thinking of getting your degree and making me yours forever, that'll focus
you."

"You're right. My seven year wait is officially over, you're mine."
I kissed him, rubbing his bare neck and shoulders. With a seductive smile and voice, "So, my body is
all your's, what are you going to do with it?"
He smiled, "You want me to tell you, or just show you?"
"Just show me."

He stood up, holding me in his arms. He carried me to the bedroom, laying me on the bed. He laid on
top of me, kissing my neck and shoulder, sucking occasionally.
He sat up, undoing his pants, leaving him totally naked.
Just seeing his exposed body was cause for arousal, I wanted him. He knew I wanted him, but
decided to hold off on just fucking me.

He laid next to me on the bed and pulled me close. Wrapped in his arms, we shared a long kiss, his
hands brushing my hair off my face. His other hand stroked my back.
His gentle touch brought on a greater level of arousal. I guided his hand into the wet mess he was
making me between my legs.

He began to explore inside with his fingers. My moans were silenced by
his kiss. Occasionally, he broke our kiss for a few seconds, just to hear my moans of enjoyment.
I begged him, "Mhmm, just fuck me already! I want your cock inside, please."
He smiled. He rolled on top of me, once again. He didn't go straight in. Instead, he teased a little.
We continued kissing, his arm supporting him, the other wrapped around me. His cock rubbed my clit,
and began rubbing back and forth.

My body quivered, my moans muffled by his kiss. He slid himself inside. I broke the kiss momentarily
to let out a gasp.
He thrusted in and out, releasing both of our stresses.
"Yes! Mhmm. YES! YES! YES!"
He kissed me, and held me close, continuing pounding my pussy. He began to twitch, I knew he was
close to cumming. Soon he gruntedand allowed his cum to fill me.
He laid beside me, wrapped me up and looked passionately into my eyes, "I love you."
"I love you."

"You know, I've never had a better study session before."
I smiled, "I bet you'll ace that exam. With my help, you'll graduate top of your class."
He responded with a smile and a kiss.
I rested my head on his chest, he played with my hair, and we slowly drifted off to sleep.

Katie Louise

Katie Louise "Study Buddy"

"Smoking Lust" Read By Cindy

I went over to his house dying to play. I was horny as hell and couldn't wait to start moving and filling
myself, releasing myself.
My man loves to smoke and I love when he smokes in bed after sex. It makes me feel so sexy and so
relaxed against him.

I rang his buzzer and he, as he often did, opened the door fully nude, swaying his hips gently to
animate his beautiful penis. First penis I ever really liked.
I walked through the doorway and let him push me up against the wall. He pushed me first at the
shoulders but, within moments, I felt both his hands on both my nipples. He pulled and flicked them
hard even through my shirt and sweater.

"Baby," I gasped. My hands were busy too. I reached down, taking his hardening penis in both my
hand. I brought his firm self up under my skirt. To his surprise, I wasn't wearing anything beneath my
skirt so very quickly he felt my wetness sliding right up and down his firm, beautiful penis. He was the
one gasping now.

"You're so hot, baby. You know just what gets me," he managed to say as he kissed up and down my
neck.
His kissing my neck was driving me crazy, my whole body on fire as I rubbed his shaft and head
again and again along my lips and clit.
"I wanna fuck you. Let's go," I said, abruptly pulling my head down and kissing him firmly on the lips. I
pushed him down the hall to his bed. I pushed him down onto the bed, his full nakedness before me. I
got right down on top of him and resumed rubbing my pussy on his hard dick.
"Uhh baby," he groaned as he squeezed my tits.

"Get that shirt off, babe."
He pulled my sweater and shirt off and in the same motion pulled his face to my breasts and began a
full sexual attack on them. Holy fuck, he licked and pinched and bit me until I couldn't take it any
longer. I reached down and positioned him before pushing my full weight down hard on his dick.
"Oh fuck," he exclaimed as his hands and head fell back to the bed.

"That's it, baby. I'm gonna fuck you." I rose up on him, leaving only the very tip of his head inside of
me and I squeezed it. I kissed his dickhead with the edges of my pussy. Several times. Then I dipped
down, taking more of him. I developed a rhythm of small pussy kisses and deep, deep plunges. My
baby was groaning out the whole time and he started slapping my ass on every down thrust.
"Fuck, baby," I yelled. "Harder, baby, keep going, fuck."

He smacked me and slapped me and I started screaming out. My god, the combination of his dick so
deep in me and the spanking drove me wild. I was only my body. There was nothing else in the world.
Shit, shit!
"Baby...do it....harder," I managed to say.
He smacked me so hard, the pain was so sharp, my pussy walls just squeezed so hard on his dick as
I screamed.

He felt me clench so firmly on his dick and watched me cry and scream out and that was just enough
for him. Within seconds, I felt him thrust up up up into me as he grabbed me tight, digging his fingers
into my asscheeks.

"Holy shit," I panted, folding over to rest on his chest.
"I can't get enough of you, " he said kissing my head.
"Smoke, baby. I want to you have a cigarette."

"Okay, love," he said. He reached over to his desk and his hands came back to bed with a pack of
cigarettes and a lighter. He took one from the pack.
"Give it to me, baby," I said, reaching. He looked suspicious but handed me the cigarette. Lying half
on top of him, half beside him, I opened my legs wide and dipped the filter end of the cigarette into my
wet pussy.

"Uhhhhhnn," my man groaned, knowing he could just keep tasting me. This became a habit of ours
and it made me feel so sexy, dipping cigarettes in my pussy, watching my man smoke them, and
shotgunning his smoke. Then... fucking again.

The End.

Cindy

Cindy "Smoking Lust"

"A Meeting With My Gym Teacher Pt2" Read By Katie Louise

He put his hand down the front of my thong and played with my pussy. He rubbed my pussy lips with his fingers and was slapping at my cunt. He was really man handling me. He was squeezing my breasts and slapping at my nipples. I could tell how excited he was. Unfortunately, my body was reacting to the way he was treating me. The rougher he handled me, the more my nipples were stiff and my pussy was tingling and wetting for him.

“You’re a wet little slut. You’re pussy is so wet, Miss Wilson. Get on your knees and suck my cock. Show me what a little slut you are.”

I then squatted down and wrapped my lips around his cock. I sucked on his head and worked my fingers up and down his shaft. I held his smooth balls while I gave him head.

“Keep sucking! Take more of my cock down your throat.”

I continued to suck and slurp on his hard cock. My cheeks were bulging, spit oozed down the corners of my mouth. I made all kinds of wet, popping noises while I gave him head. I used my fingers to stroke his cock.

I was sucking his cock deeper and harder. My hands were on his hips and he was face fucking me. I kept pace with him.

“You’re a little slut. You love cock! As fun as this is, I want your pussy on my cock. Straddle me in my chair!”

Mr. Shadow’s then walked to his chair and sat down. I then sat on top of him and eased his cock into my wet pussy. His cock felt amazing while I got into position. Once he was in, I bounced up and down on his cock. My breasts were bouncing up and down and he was sucking on my nipples. My pussy was wet while we fucked.

His hands were squeezing my tits together and pulling on my nipples. He was slapping my ass hard with his hand. This was making me more and more excited. I could feel my pussy getting ready to have an orgasm.

“Your pussy is so fucking wet! I want you to come! Fuck me harder!”

I continued to ride him hard. He was rubbing my clit while we fucked.

“I’m going to come. Holy fuck!”

I then screamed and had an orgasm. My pussy soaked his cock and balls.

“Get up and lean over my desk. I’m going to fuck your slutty ass now. You did say, I could fuck your asshole?”

“You could fuck my asshole. Make sure to come there. I don’t want you to come in my pussy.”

I got off of him and bent over his desk. Mr. Shadow's opened his draw and grabbed some lube. I did wonder why he had lube in his drawer. He then slathered it all over my asshole and his cock.

He then spread my buttocks with his hand and slowly entered my asshole. He pushed his cock into my anus slowly and then a bit faster. He grabbed my hips and fucked me. It felt really tight while he thrusted in and out of my anus.

“Miss Wilson, you’re so fucking tight. I like your asshole. Fuck!”

“Come in my asshole. Cream my ass!”

Mr. Shadow’s fucked my asshole deeper and faster. He was slapping my buttocks which was making my pussy so wet. I started to finger my cunt while he fucked me harder and faster.

“Fuck! I’m coming in your ass. Shit.”

Mr. Shadow’s came in my asshole. He pulled out and grabbed several tissues on his desk. He cleaned his cock and then pulled up his pants.

“That was incredibly sexy. Clean yourself up. I have a little surprise for you.”

While I was cleaning up, somebody knocked on his door. He went over to the door and my best friend, Rhonda was at the door.

“Miss Roberts come in. You’re just in time for our little party. I know how much you love to lick pussy. Come and clean up your best friend. If you girls want to pass my class, you both better get munching.”

“Are you fucking crazy, she’s my best friend. I’m no lesbian!”

“If you two want to pass my class, you’re going to lick each other’s cunts!”

“Miss Roberts take your pants off and lie on my desk. Miss Wilson will lick your pussy.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to make me do this. This wasn’t in the contract.”
A Meeting With My Gym Teacher , a short story by Mysteria27
“Fuck your contract, Miss Wilson! I’m the boss here. If you two sluts want to get an “A,” you both need to lick some cunt. Stop talking and get licking.”

Rhonda took off her boots and then her jeans. She pulled her panties down and got on his desk. I couldn’t believe I had to lick her pussy. I wasn’t ever with a girl before. I then bent down and licked at her pussy. I moved my tongue up and down her pussy folds.

Mr. Shadow’s was watching me lick her pussy. Rhonda’s eyes were closed and she really seemed like she was enjoying my efforts. I never knew she liked girls. This was proving to be a very strange day.

“I want you to tongue fuck her. Really get your tongue up inside of her. Make your friend come. Come on slut!”

I pushed my tongue right up inside of her pussy. I tongue fucked Rhonda and now she was grinding her face into my mouth. I was slurping her juices that were coming out of her pussy.

“I’m coming,” Rhonda screamed!

“Slurp up her juices! Drink that pussy juice!"

I drank Rhonda’s pussy juices that were pouring out of her cunt. I then stood up.

“Miss Wilson, it’s time for Miss. Robert’s to taste your pussy. Get on my desk and take off your thong!.”

I then stood up and took my thong off. Rhonda got off the desk and got dressed. I then sat on his desk and opened my legs. Rhonda got between my legs and licked at my fucked pussy. She moved her tongue all over my pussy lips. She sucked on each of my lips.

“Rhonda, you’re really good at this. You better not tell anybody about this!”

“I won’t. You taste so good. Fuck!”

Rhonda pushed her tongue into my pussy and tongue fucked me hard. I was moaning and groaning and enjoying all her efforts. Mr. Shadow’s was watching us and had a weird look on his face. Rhonda was licking my pussy and it really did feel so good.

I got very excited and let out lots of moans.

“I’m coming. Fuck!”

I then had an orgasm on Rhonda’s face. She slurped it all up.

“Kiss each other!”

I then got off the desk and Rhonda kissed me passionately on my lips. I couldn’t believe Mr. Shadow’s made me have oral sex with my best friend. I was rather disgusted that he made me lick her pussy.

“You girls each earned an “A.” You both are expected to fuck me every week to maintain your good grades. See you both next Tuesday. Make sure to be hungry, there will be more pussy munching to do. Have a good night.”

We both got dressed and left his office.

“I never thought I'd have to lick your pussy. You better not tell anybody about this!"

“Why would I. Please don’t tell anybody I like girls.”

“I won’t. Let’s just not talk about this. I never knew he’d make us do that. I just figured I’d fuck him and that would be that. I never dreamed he’d have you come and make us do that. He really is quite sick. He played us. I thought I was playing him.”

“I guess that’s why he’s paid the big bucks.”

“I heard he had sex for grades. I just figured it would be easy. I never thought, I’d have to be with you. Thank God, it was you and not some other girl. We can’t talk about this again. Not until next Tuesday. I guess he’s a kinky fuck and is going to want us to go down on each other. I don’t care, because I need to pass his class.”

“Don’t worry, it'll be fine. We’re best friends. Now we'll just be a little closer.”

We both giggled and walked out of the college. It was a crazy day for sure. I wasn’t proud of what I did for my good grade, but it was necessary. I knew to maintain the grade would be more work. That’s another story for another time.

The End.

Katie Louise "A Meeting With My Gym Teacher:Pt2"

"A Meeting With My Gym Teacher Pt1" Read By Katie Louise

I did something very naughty last week. It really was quite terrible and I wouldn’t recommend doing it. However, there was really no way around it. I had not been dressing for gym class for the last four months. I was given zeros for each day I wasn’t prepared.

I had already done the detention route several times. I knew that my teacher wasn't happy and did talk about a possible suspension. He had asked me to come after college to discuss the situation. I needed to come up with a way to get good grades. I was planning to suggest sex for good grades. I was basically desperate and willing to do anything at this point.

I don’t like gym class and hate dressing in front of the other girls. Sometimes, the girls will take pictures on their phones when we are getting dressed. The main reason is I just don’t like it. We start the day with exercises and then its two laps around the track. After that’s done, we start the activity of the day which can be soccer, football, or basketball. I’m fucking exhausted by the time the activity is to start.

My name is Jamie and I planned on showing him all my attributes. He was going to be shown all the things that I was good at. I believed, once he saw what I could do, good grades would be in the cards for me. What man wouldn’t want to have sex with a sexy and experienced eighteen year old? I’m of legal age, so it wouldn't be like having sex with a minor.

I couldn’t have a bad grade which would mess up my grade point average. Mr. Shadow's wouldn’t know what hit him. I planned on getting my way and getting good grades. Sometimes, a girl has to be a slut to get what she wants.

The day of my meeting, I wore a denim mini-skit with a tight, low cut shirt. I wore a white thong and my sandals. I planned on seducing Mr. Shadow's and convincing him to give me a good grade. I'll go over all the details that happened that day.

College had ended and I needed to go down to Mr. Shadow’s office. Our meeting was starting at one forty-five. I stopped into the bathroom to fix my hair and put on some red lipstick. I wanted to look perfect for our meeting.

I looked amazing and proceeded to the gym area. His office is in the back. There were no sports going on that day. I knew I had a few hours to sway him into giving me a good mark.

Knock, Knock

“Come in! The door is open.”

I opened the door and proceeded into Mr. Shadow’s office.

“Miss Wilson, please sit down. You do know the reason why you’re here?”

I walked very slowly into his office making sure to wiggle my ass. I knew I looked really hot and could already see his eyes staring at my breasts. I then sat down in the chair in front of his desk.

“I’m here, because I continue to not dress for gym class.”

“That’s correct. You have missed gym glass at least three days a week for the last several months. Is there any reason for this behavior?”

“I have really bad periods and the cramping is really bad.”

“Perhaps, you could have your mother write you a note. I do understand when girls are not feeling well. Your period would only be for one week out of the month. What is your excuse for the rest of the time?”

“It’s just that my breasts are very tender and they hurt when I have to run so much. I have a really big chest and when they’re so tender they hurt.”

“Have your mother buy you a sports bra. What are your other excuses?”

“A lot of the times, I have pre-menstrual issues.”

“Miss Wilson, most of these excuses could all be cleared up with a note from your mother and/or doctor. Have your mother take you to the doctor to get a doctor’s note. Like I said, these issues just happen maybe two weeks out of the whole month. As it is you, have missed so many classes that I’ll have to fail you.”

I then stood up and walked over to the edge of his desk and sat down. I parted my legs so he could see my white thong.

“What are you doing, Miss Wilson? Please go back to the chair.”

“I was thinking that perhaps you could give me an “A” and I could provide a service to you. I’m pretty good in the sexual department.”

“Miss Wilson, that kind of behavior would be totally inappropriate. I could lose my job. What are you suggesting?”

“Well I’ve been told that I suck a mean cock. I could show you my sucking skills. I won’t tell anybody about our little meeting. I’ve also been told that I’m a pretty good fuck. I’ll even let you fuck my asshole. I bet you would like that?”

Mr. Shadow's just stared at me and started to loosen a few buttons on his shirt. He listened to everything I said. He kind of had a horny look on his face.

“How about we have a little fun together and then you could change my grades. I promise not to tell anybody. You might even have a little fun."

“I could definitely lose my job over this.”

I then stood up and started to take off my clothes. I removed my shirt and my breasts were full and firm. I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. I was left in my white thong and sandals.

“Miss Wilson, what are you doing? Put your clothes on at once. This is not appropriate behavior.”

“You know you want me. I see you looking at me in the gym.”

I then climbed on his chair and put my breasts in his face. I put his hands on my waist.

“Come on! Don’t you love my breasts? Feel my ass. I’m eighteen years old. I bet you’d like some teen pussy. I promise you, I get very wet.”

“You do have quite a pair of breasts. I guess, I could just take a little suck. You promise not to tell? I could lose my job.”

“I won’t tell anybody. We can do whatever you want. However, you must give me an “A.” I then took a contract out of my purse. It was just confirming that he'd give me the great grades in exchange for sex.”

“Aren’t you a clever girl? Since you’re all nude and everything. Lock my door and I’ll sign your papers. Then, you can undress me and get to work. I want to see how slutty you are, Miss Wilson.”

I then walked over to his door and locked it. I was only in my thong and sandals. I then walked back over to him.

“Why don’t you stand up and I’ll undress you.”

Mr. Shadow's is a very handsome man. He’s bald with blue eyes. He’s probably around fifty years old. I’d say he’s about 6’2.” I had been planning to fuck him for the past few months. I really didn’t want to be involved with gym class. I just wanted to fuck him for good grades.

I’m 5’7” and have long blonde hair and green eyes. I’ve been blessed with breasts that are a 38D cup. I’m one hundred and ten pounds. I have long legs and a nice ass. I also shave my pussy bare.

I went in front of him and took off his golf shirt. I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down his legs to his foot. I pulled his silk boxers down. I was surprised to see his cock sprang to action. He had a nice sized cock.

“Seems your cock is excited. I knew you were a dirty man. Do you like that I’m a dirty girl? Dirty girls go to heaven. I bet, we can be very dirty together.”

Mr. Shadow's then leaned against his desk. He grabbed me and we shared a kiss. He shoved his tongue down my throat. He was kissing me so hard. He put his hands on my buttocks and played with them hard. He seemed to be in control and not me calling the shots. The whole situation now seemed to change.

The End.

Katie Louise "A Meeting With My Gym Teacher:Pt1"

"Be Gentle With Me" Read By Hannah Z

How is one supposed to feel having a girl like Dani sitting across from you? Is there something that
one can say to send the message that you’re ready to move this to the next level? When is the right
time to express yourself?

As Dani spoke, Bob had a difficult time focusing on her words. He was zoned in on her face, her lips.
Her lips looked like they were designed after an anime cartoon, they were so perfect. He was
listening to her, yet, daydreaming of what it would feel like to have those lips pressed against his in a
kiss.

She had precise facial features and he could almost picture her being seen in a classic black and
white movie.
“Bob?”
“Oh, sorry… what did you say?”
Dani smiled. Bob was embarrassed that he’d missed what she'd said.
“Never mind."

After a brief silence, Dani spoke again,“Will you be gentle with me?”
He was startled at first, because he had to check himself to make sure she’d said what he thought
she did. He simply answered “Of course."
She stood, and he stood to meet her. They embraced, immediately kissing. The softness and
contour of her lips were as wonderful as he’d imagined. He enjoyed enclosing each of her lips into
both of his, swimming in between each wet kiss.
He put his hands on her sides, and he felt her take a deep breath during their embrace.

He sat back on the bed and turned off the lamp. To his surprise, she turned it back on. He looked up
at her and saw that she was smiling at him again, while she was unbuttoning her shirt. He saw her
breasts peek out of her bra and had a tough time containing himself. He smiled at her and started to
help her remove her skirt. As it dropped to the floor, she leaned down and kissed him again.
He placed his hands on the back of her thighs, which gave Dani a chill up her spine and made her
flinch. She pulled his shirt over his head. He moved his hands over her breasts, and at this moment
she undid her bra and removed it for him. He rapidly moved his hands up to her breasts, until she
whispered, “Gently."

He complied. He softly moved his fingertips over and around her breasts, and kissed each of them at
certain moments. Her nipples were erect and she loved feeling Bob handle her this way. She could
feel warmth coming up from between her legs.

She put her forehead against his, and then knelt to remove his pants. His underwear followed, his
very stiff member popping out at her. They kissed again, and she stood in front of him with her pelvis
in his face. His fingers curled around the band of her undergarments and slid them down to the floor.
He looked at her, and then slowly rested his face against her pelvis.

She put her hands on Bob’s head in order to steer his face between her legs. He felt her vaginal lips move across his nose, then down to his mouth. He moved his hands around to her buttocks and pulled her into his face. She felt
his tongue slowly trickle up and down her vagina, washing over her clitoris.

She took more deep breaths and knelt again, this time to start stroking his penis. She moved her fingers underneath his
balls, then up and down his shaft, occasionally caressing his perineum. He groaned in pleasure as
she did this.
She then climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. They looked at each other and
started kissing again. He wanted to toss her on her back and fuck her… but he remembered her
desire, “Gentle.”

She took a hold of his penis, and lined it up perfectly between the lips of her vagina. He felt her start
to move her hips slowly up and down, which gave him the feeling of having his cock hugged. She got
a little more wet with each sway of her pelvis. She arched backwards, while still rubbing against him.

They were both breathing heavy as she did this. He looked down and saw that she was marrying her
clitoris to the tip of his cock. The pleasure was almost unbearable for both of them.
She abruptly stood, turning around to slide her ass down his chest. She took his penis and lined it up
to land perfectly inside her. Bob let out a huge groan of joy. She did too, but her pleasure was from
knowing how much he enjoyed what she was doing. She started to move and up down on him,
fucking him slowly. Sometimes she would lean forward and he would cup her buttocks in his hands to
help her pump away on him.

He moved his hands up her back and onto her shoulders. Then he put his left hand on her chest,
placing it above her right breast. He did this to pull her back towards him so he could move his right
hand over her vagina, which was soaking wet now. He started to rub her clit, and she let out a light
moan. She put her hands through her hair, then onto the back of his head.
“Don’t stop,” she said, and sighed again.

He then surprised her by rolling her backwards onto the bed, still staying inside her. He now had
Dani on her side, fucking her in a fetal position while rubbing her clit. She was moaning in pleasure
and this only excited him more.
He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Do you like this… do you like when I’m fucking you?
I love to fuck you."

She bit her lip as she moved quickly to orgasm. He had his left hand wrapped around her hair, gently
pulling backwards as he was fucking her.
Then she looked back at Bob and said, “I want you to come for me. Come for me, Bob.”
There was something about the way that she said it. Something in the words, or in the cadence…
and he immediately felt like he was going to explode. He grunted, and she told him to wait. She
wanted to come with him.

He was having trouble waiting… he was about to release, and it was going to be a full load.
“Ohhh, Bob…. wait…. wait for me."
He was holding on, waiting as long as he could. Each second felt like a minute, each minute felt like
an hour. He almost felt like he was going to cry, because he wanted to please her but he couldn’t wait
any longer.

At this moment, she got her wish. She felt shockwaves up and down her body as she had her
orgasm. She screamed as she came and started to wiggle her pelvis with him inside her to finalize
her joy. As she did this, she heard him groan loudly and felt his warm load flow inside of her.
“Ohhh fuck," was all that he could say.

When they were finished, she looked around and he saw her smiling. She had those beautiful lips.
Bob spoke first. “That was excellent. I can barely move”.
Dani replied, “Sometimes I like it gentle; sometimes I like it hard. Tonight was perfect.”
“I can work with that," Bob said. “Now… what was that you were saying before?”
Dani just laughed out loud.

The End!

Hannah Z "Be Gentle With Me"

"Trying Something New" Read By Hannah Z

I had been dating Daniel for about three years and I loved him with every ounce of my being, but
nothing was exciting to me anymore. Every time we had sex was the same, and every time it was the
same lousy orgasm. Don't get me wrong, they were better than what I could do to myself, but it left
me to wanting to do more, something different. After spending about a week reading what we could
try, it finally hit me - anal.

It was a Friday night, and I had spent the day preparing myself for it. Freshly shaved, I brought
myself to the edge of an orgasm, but never over, twice. I was buzzing with excitement, nervousness,
and anticipation when he got home. As he walked through the door, I ran over to greet him.

"Woah Kate, what's all this?" he asked, gesturing to the dim lighting, arrangement of candles, and,
most importantly, my outfit (or lack thereof). I had on a red lace bra, with a matching thong, and
nothing else. I didn't usually make it this easy for him.

"I want to try something new for you. I need your cooperation," I told him, and grabbed his hand to
lead him to the living room. I knew he was nervous and that's what I wanted. As I tore off his shirt, I
sat him down and straddled his lap. "I want you in my ass today."

I felt his cock growing and throbbing beneath me, so I circled my hips some. He immediately took
note of how I was trying to tease him and pulled me closer, one hand unclasping my bra. I let him
push me off so he could be on top. My panties got wetter and wetter, and he knew. A single finger
traced the outline of my lips and massaged my swollen clit before giving it a quick spank over my
panties. They were quickly pulled down.

Daniel started kissing down my neck, onto my chest, purposely skipping over my nipples. Oh, how
he knows I love getting them bitten and played with. He went down to my stomach, and finally to the
top of my pubic bone. He blew on my clit for what felt like an eternity, making it throb.

As I began to squirm, he quickly licked over it. His tongue danced over my clit and it felt like I could
cum right then and there. Daniel could tell what it was doing to me - and stopped. I let out a loud
moan of annoyance and pleasure, since I didn't want that to stop. Another quick spank to my entire
pussy reminded me to let him have control.

He removed his pants and boxers, and stepped closer to my face. I eagerly stuck my tongue out and
opened up my mouth to allow him to enter. While I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock, I
massaged his balls with my thumb and forefinger. This really gets him going. Quickly pulling out and
stepping away, he said, "I'm going to cum in you. I need to wait." I knew he wanted this just as much
as me.

Adjusting my position to give him room to work, I laid back and relaxed. I handed him a bottle of lube to help. The cold liquid was gently applied to my ass, and I felt even better. He slowly slid one finger in, kissing on my clit a little, and trying to gauge my reaction as he went.

He pushed another finger in, this time quicker. I eagerly opened up to it, and let him finger fuck me.
He eventually got into a rhythm, and nibbled on my clit at the same time. That was enough to send
me over the edge. I told him I would cum if he didn't stop, so he pulled out his fingers as fast as he
could and spread my ass cheeks apart. Daniel stuck his tongue in my hole and wiggled it around
before spitting into it.

I moved my legs further apart to allow him easier access, while he applied more lube into me and on
his cock. Placing himself at the entrance, he looked at me for permission. I quickly nodded, letting him ease himself into me. Taking just the tip hurt so bad, I had him stop for a minute so I could adjust, and he massaged my clit while we waited.

Eventually, I opened up enough for him to slide in. We made small movements at first, until he could
really thrust in and out. It was amazing because he would hit my g-spot with every thrust in. Finally, I
began to scream in pleasure.

"Oh God Daniel, please, I'm going to squirt," I yelled. He went faster, triggering the exact spot I
needed. I squirted all over his stomach, my stomach, and his cock when it came out. "Keep going, I
need it," I gasped, almost out of breath. I wanted his cum deep in me and, from the look on his face, I
knew I was about to get it.

With my asshole clenched to tighten around his cock, he went faster and faster. I felt his cock spasm,
along with a sigh of relief, as his cum filled me. He stayed in me for a good minute, trying to recollect
himself. Finally, he pulled out and bent down to my asshole. I felt his tongue snake into it, and he
licked out his cum. Trying to get the last little bit, he sucked on the outside to clean it all up. I
motioned to his cock so I could lick it all and clean it up.
"So how was that?" I asked him.

"Spontaneous, just how I like it," he said. "Be prepared for me to start some stuff on you now," he
added with a smirk and a slap on my clit.
I was no longer stuck in my boring orgasm rut, and would never be again.

The End.

Hannah Z "Trying Something New"

"Office Anal" Read By Zoe Page

It is a blistering hot Summer afternoon. Of course, the air conditioning stops working at the office.
While the managers should let us leave early, they decide to keep us there these last three hours of
the day. I did not have this situation in mind when I dressed this morning.

Considering my date this evening with Tom, my boyfriend, I chose my pink lace bra and black
crotchless thong as undergarments and a white, button-down blouse and black pencil skirt for my
outfit. My black, six-inch, peep-toe heels spoke to me, and I chose to wear them too.

Every piece of clothing looks amazing on my taut physique. I dance ballet and hip-hop; the hard work
I put into it has given back to me two-fold in how lean and strong my body is. The breasts, on the
other hand, are still too large for a ballet dancer at a size 34C. They are creamy white with perky
nipples. Tom likes them so they can stay. My legs are my best feature. They are long, adding height
to my 5'9" frame. In fact, I do not need to wear heels; I intimidate people enough as it is. I have
shoulder-length blonde, wavy hair and green eyes. I could definitely model if I wanted to be critiqued
every day of my life, but I do not.

Tom and I started dating about five years ago. He is a middle-aged, successful attorney. Tom has
some grey hair, he's 6'3", in good shape, and has a large cock. He could be my dad, literally. We met
on the subway train and hit it off then and there. He said, at the time, he was going through a divorce.
I had no real way of knowing but to trust him. I do wonder if I was the "other woman" for a while. Now,
he is happily divorced, and we live together in his Manhattan apartment. He is marvelous in bed, and
makes me orgasm every time. Except for the fact he is rarely at home, we have a good relationship.

However, there is a new guy at work, and I find myself instinctively attracted to him. I believe his
name is Paul, though we have never been formally introduced. He is in his mid-thirties, like me. He is
naturally tan, has dark brown hair with a five o'clock shadow, has a demure muscular build, the most
perfect smile, brown eyes, and the kindest disposition. The other women in the office fawn over him
daily. I have only interacted with him in the elevator and in passing. Every time I see him, I
immediately feel my pussy get wet. He has a hold on me.
Enough about Paul... this heat. The only way I could think to combat the heat was with ice cubes. I
put some down my bra. Of course, my white blouse is now see-through and showing my erect
nipples. As hot as it is, I do not care.

"Write this e-mail," I tell myself. "Dear Ms. Aus..."Suddenly, I feel someone standing behind me. It's
my boss, Mark. Mark is probably sixty-five and makes me feel uncomfortable at times. Without
warning, he cups my breasts.
I assertively say, "Excuse me, Mark!"
He just continues to massage them, and tells me, "I just wanted to let you know you're doing a good
job." He then rubs my shoulders and walks off.

Forget work, now I'm in a state of shock. Should I leave or stay? Who do I tell this to?
For some reason, Paul pops into my head. He would be a good confidant and lover. I close my eyes
and think of him pinning me to the wall in the bathroom, thrusting his cock into my pussy. Hmmm, I'm
starting to get wet. I feel naughty and empowered now. My thong give me easy access to my clit, and
I start massaging it. Then, I slowly put one finger in my tight, wet cunt. I go slowly at first but then
quickly speed it up. It's time for two fingers now. Mmm, this feels so amazing. I suck on my fingers,
tasting my sweet pussy juices. Fuck this, I'm going to try to entice Paul for a rendezvous.

I pull my skirt up to make it even shorter and unbutton my blouse so my cleavage shows before
walking over. Like a panther on the prowl, I make slow but thoughtful steps down to his desk. I can
feel his eyes looking me up and down. On a post-it I write, "Meet me in the ladies room" and drop it.
He immediately gets up, no hesitation at all. His erection is obvious.
In the largest stall, we meet for the first time. I don't care about getting to know him know or the fact
that my boss took advantage of me, I just want to fuck Paul. He quickly unbuttons my blouse to reveal
a white lace bra and erect nipples. All that is left below is the skirt, and it slips off. The thongs can
obviously stay on for this.

His strong hands move along my waist and up to my breasts. He pulls my bra down enough to see a
nipple and gently sucks on it. My hand reaches his thick, 10-inch cock. It's getting even more erect as
I massage it. One of his hands reaches my pussy, and he starts to finger fuck me. I moan in ecstasy.
He rips off my bra, and penetrates my cunt with his cock. Oh fuck. Our sweaty bodies make this sex
incredible. He lifts up my leg to push his cock in me deeper.
"Your pussy is tight, baby," he says.

I nod in agreement, but I love how his cock is filling up my pussy. I grind my hips into his thrusts. He
is close to cumming. He orders me to turn around. I place my hands on the wall as he enters my
asshole. He still pays attention to my pussy, rubbing it wildly as he fucks. I can feel him separating my
ass cheeks to get a better look at my shaved hole as he pushes his cock into me. I moan and cry out.
It hurts but feels good at the same time.

"I'm going to cum!" He spurts some cum in my asshole and then enters my pussy again, leaving the
rest there. He will not let me move now. He wants to see it drip out of my holes.

The End.

Zoe Page

Zoe Page "Office Anal"

"Veronica Gets Her Car Inspected Pt1" Read By Katie Louise

I live in New Jersey and every year you need to get your car inspected. Although, they have loosened up the requirements for all vehicles. It used to be, they'd inspect everything in the car and now they only test the emissions. They test the cycles under specific conditions under which the engine is tested during the test.

It’s very stressful, because you don’t know if your vehicle will pass. I needed to get my car inspected and thought I’d dress the part and wear something a bit revealing in case my car didn’t pass. I knew it was the law that if the vehicle failed, there wasn’t much you could do except get your vehicle fixed.

I really didn't have the money to fix it. I wore a mini-skirt and a pink camisole top with black pumps. Of course, I didn't wear panties or a bra. My mission was to pass inspection. Even if I had to have sex, my car was going to pass.

My name is Veronica and I’m thirty-five years old. I'm a wife and a mother and I guess you could call me a MILF. I love sex and will do it in any circumstance. I have brown long hair and brown eyes. I’m 5’7” tall and have a great smile. I weigh one hundred and ten pounds and have large breasts. I was looking to have a good time.

After I got ready, I went outside to my car and got in. I put my favorite CD in and drove out of my driveway. The inspection station is about twenty minutes from where I live. I had all kinds of crazy thoughts going through my mind.

I wondered what would happen. I kind of thought I’d have some naughty fun, even if my car passed inspection. I was feeling rather horny and very sexual when I woke up. My husband had to leave early and couldn't have sex with me. I didn't want to play with my toys. I wanted to get fucked in some capacity.

**

I finally got to the street and pulled into the parking lot. I drove up to a gate and pushed the red button and got a ticket. I proceeded to the garage. There was hardly anybody there. A younger man waved to me to tell me to go to his lane. I drove into the garage and got out all of my information.

“Hello. May I have the ticket please? Also, I’ll need your license, registration, and insurance card?”

“Here you go, sir.”

“Wonderful. Here’s everything, but your registration. I’ll hold onto that. Please step out of the car. You can stand over there.”

I got out of the car very slowly. The guy just looked at me in my outfit and licked his lips. I then walked over to the area where I needed to stand. I definitely had his attention. In fact, I had all the attention of all the men in the garage.

I was wondering how far I was going to have to go. All the attendants were whistling and looking in my direction. I knew I looked really hot and continued to put on a show when I walked. I made sure to make my breasts stick out further and bend over a bit so they could see my ass.

I guess I waited about ten minutes and then the man drove my car up towards me.

“I’m sorry, your vehicle has failed inspection. You have thirty days to make repairs. When you have made them, just pull around back and we’ll re-inspect your vehicle.”

“I don’t have a mechanic, could you recommend somebody? Hopefully, somebody that isn’t too expensive.”

“Actually, here take this card. I have a buddy that could help you out. If you want, I could take a ride with you and show you where he’s located.”

“That would be wonderful. Are you busy now?”

“Let me just tell my boss I need to do something. Pull your car over there and I’ll be right out.”

“Okay.”

I knew he knew that I was up for a little fun. I took out my lipstick and applied some more and waited for him.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

I pulled out of the driveway and started to drive.

“You’re really hot, lady. I think we could have a little fun. Say, a blow job and a fuck and I’ll pass your car. I have the sticker right here. I see you’re not wearing panties.”

“You’ll pass my car if I blow you and let you fuck me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Where would you like to do it?”

“There’s a park a few blocks away. Let’s go there.”

“I know where that is.”

I continued to drive and drove to the park. I pulled in and moved to a section of the park where not too many people were. I turned the car off. The guy leaned in and started to kiss me. We shared a deep and passionate kiss.

“Why don’t you come over on my side and sit down. I want to play with your breasts.”

I got out of my side and went over to his side of the car. He opened the door and I sat on his lap. We continued to kiss. He moved my skirt up to my waist and cupped my buttocks. He then wet his finger and pressed it into my asshole. He took the straps off of my camisole top and moved my shirt down. My breasts were now in his view.

“You’re a really sexy lady. You’re really turning me on. I’m so hard for you. Why don’t you get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Katie Louise "Veronica Gets Her Car Inspected:Pt1"

"Backstage Bang" read by Sarah G

This past weekend presented me with a rare situation, in which my man and I were unable to go to a
swinger’s party. However, there was a band playing in town that I liked a lot, which I really wanted to
go see. My husband also likes these guys and knows how much I love them. I really am into this
group not only because they are good but the bass player, a guy named Marcus, also happens to be
a friend of ours. It also turns out that Marcus is incredibly hot.

Marcus and his band were playing in Providence on Saturday. Because we knew him, I also knew
that we were going to see the performance in style. We were on the guest list, which guaranteed us
backstage access. All week my anticipation was building, to go to the show.

When Thursday arrived and I asked my husband what our weekend plans were, I was totally shocked
when he told me; he had to go to another show in Portsmouth. I was really upset by the change in
plans. I told him, I really wanted to see Marcus and his band instead of this smaller less popular band
that I really didn’t know. I even reminded him that I gave up on going to a swinger’s party so that I
could go see Marcus and his show.

I was really pissed, and I told him I was not having any excuses
about not being able to see them. When my husband saw how upset I was, he agreed I could go to
the show without him. I was happy and was planning on dressing up to impress Marcus and his band
mates.

Saturday finally came, and I was getting dressed in our room. While I was getting dressed, I made a
joke with some hidden innuendos.
“I hope Marcus likes this dress.”
Smiling my husband said, “Oh I'm sure he will.”
With a grin, “Maybe he'll let me suck his cock.”
He laughed and said, “If he will let you suck his cock, make sure you tell him it’s a gift from me.”
I laughed and said, “Okay I will.”
“Besides,” he said, “he won't have much time after the show to hang out, nor will he more than likely
let you do it anyway.”

Smiling and chuckling inside I nodded and said, “We will see.”
I arrived early before the show. My pass was upfront under the “will call” set of tickets. I was
impressed with being able to walk right into the venue. Looking around, I found my way instantly to
the backstage area and began my schmoozing. I felt everybody’s eyes all over my body. I was
wearing a one piece low-cut dress and heels that blew away anything else that the “fans” were
wearing. I was sexy and I knew it.

Then I saw Marcus, as usual surrounded by his fans. There were men with their wives as well as a
couple of little hippy wannabe chicks. I walked up to him, and he moved past the crowd and gave me
a big hug and kiss.

I thought to myself, “Wow this guy is so sexy. I can't wait to suck his cock.”
I had to explain to him why my man couldn't be there, however he already knew. We chatted with the
group for a bit. I knew some of them, but I really didn't care. I wanted some alone time with Marcus.
About twenty minutes later, the opening act went on stage and most of the people backstage
disappeared. I asked Marcus if he wanted to go somewhere and smoke something with me.
Grinning, he said, “Yes.”

I produced a pre-rolled joint telling him it was a gift from my husband. Grabbing my hand, we snuck
off to go smoke my husband’s gift. Marcus ushered me to the tour bus and made sure nobody else
was on board. When we got on board he closed the door behind us.
Marcus said how great I looked. Without missing a beat I thanked him and asked, “When are you
going to let me suck your cock?”

He laughed and said, “I wish but I am sure your significant-other would be mad at both of us.”
I knew that I had him. I Just laughed and said, “Oh yeah watch this.”
Grabbing my phone I sent a text message to my husband asking him if it was okay if I sucked Marcus's cock.

Within two minutes my phone buzzed with his reply. “If Marcus will allow you and you
promise to do a good job yes do it for me.”
Marcus froze and couldn't believe it. I slid off the couch onto my knees. I knelt before him and said,
“Well?”

Now Marcus is a 49 year-old Nubian god. He is six-feet tall, with a solid chocolate body. I was soon
going to find out he also had a beautiful eight-inch, thick cock, with some low hanging balls. I
unbuckled his belt as Marcus took a toke off the joint and reclined back. As his pants came down, I
pulled this monster cock out.

I said, “Oh my!”
I licked his balls and worked my way up his shaft and got as much as I could in my mouth. I gagged a
little and worked his thick shaft as I gobbled it down. He moaned and called my name.
He told me, “Suck it.”

I readily obliged his request and sucked him for a few more minutes, before his monster cock erupted
down my throat. I swallowed every drop of his thick cum.
He couldn't believe I had sucked him off and thanked me. I stood up and smiled and told him that I
have wanted to do that for years. He admitted that he has always wanted to fuck me. I told him that
would be awesome and I am game if he is. I could tell Marcus felt a little weird about actually fucking
me, since he knew my husband.

I told him that if he really wanted to fuck me I would allow it.
“Why don't you think about it while on stage and let me know after?”
Smiling he agreed instantly.

We went back into the venue just as the opening act was finishing. The crew was setting up and soon
the show began. I hung out with whoever seemed familiar and watched him play and look up at me a
few times. I sent a text message to my man, towards the end of the show. In the text message I said,
I was letting him know that I was going to try to fuck Marcus after the show.
He just texted back, ”LOL.”
I know my husband never wanted me to go all the way with him, but if Marcus wanted me, I was
going to let him.

The show ended and Marcus handed me a card key and said to meet him at the hotel across the
street in room 340. He didn't have a lot of time, because the bus was leaving an hour later. I left
immediately and got to his room as fast as I could. The room smelled terrible. Perhaps he had sex in
his room the night before, or even before I saw him, or there was just laundry laying somewhere. I
took off my clothes, jumped on top of the bed and waited for him. He came in like there was a fire,
and saw me laying there naked on his bed. Marcus dropped all of his clothes, ran into the shower and
then came back.

He climbed up to my face and slapped his hard cock on my face asking me if I wanted his massive
cock. Looking right at I him I leaned down kissed his thick dark cock and said, “You know I do.”
He asked me if I wanted him to fuck me. I said, “Yes.”

Marcus jammed his cock down my throat first, holding my head, and calling me a dirty girl. After
fucking my throat for a few minutes, he slid his cock out of my mouth. He worked his way down my
body and gave my clit a few licks. This was just enough to get my pussy nice and juicy.

He raised my legs and guided his cock inside me. He then started fucking me hard and deep. He continued fucking
on top of me for a while, then he flipped me over and entered me doggy style. I could feel his balls
slapping my ass, as he drilled me. I then sat on his cock cowgirl style as he groped and kissed me. I
came all over his cock. At that point he couldn't hold back any longer and filled my pussy with a huge
load of cum. Ohhh man, does it feel good to have warm thick cum in my pussy!
Marcus told me he had a vasectomy and not to worry.

I told him, “I'm gonna go home to my man with your load dripping out of me.”
This made him laugh. We smoked a joint and laughed. All the while, I felt his thick warm cum dripping
out of me. Marcus got up from the bed to get dressed, just as the knock came on the door letting him
know it was time to go. We had enough time for a quick kiss and exchanged phone numbers. Then
he was gone. The whole experience was awesome. I texted my husband told him I was coming home
and that I had Marcus’s baby in my belly. He congratulated me and I drove home. We have yet to talk
about it; I hope it is not a big deal later.
I sure had fun, though!

Sarah G

Sarah G "Backstage Bang"

Caught In The Act By Megan

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Even after a few weeks at college I was still finding my feet. I had made some new friends, but the
place itself - it was so big! I wanted to knuckle down and, being a bit of a nerd, decided to get some
books on English grammar. I had only been to the library once and then it had been locked. One girl
told me that it was a good place to study because so few people went in. Mobiles and iPods were
strictly prohibited.
I opened the heavy glass-panelled door and walked in. It had a slightly musty smell, the sort you only
get from books. It was a huge place with row upon row of shelves and a bank of computers down one
side. I walked over to one of the consoles and ran my fingers along the keyboards. The monitor
sprang into life and I was treated to a beautiful image of David Beckham and his trademark stubble
“Hmmm yum!” I said out loud. I looked round but the library was empty.
I tried to use the PC, to see if I could find something on my subject, but it was password protected.
“Stupid computer!” I said, and continued on my mosey round.
I went to the reception desk, but no one was home. I decided to wander around the volumes myself,
hoping to work out where the English language section was. As I went between the aisles of books I
was faintly aware of an odd noise. It was a sort of stifled, breathless grunt. As I passed geology and
made my way towards chemistry the sound grew louder and louder. I turned a corner and there,
sitting with his back to me, was a guy blatantly pulling his wanger. He was leant over a magazine and
I could see his elbow going up and down frantically. He was clearly enjoying whatever was the
subject of his fantasy.
I hid at the end of the row, peeping from behind the wooden book case. He was murmuring
something, but it was inaudible, presumably some sexy thoughts that were fuelling his sneaky wank.
As I leaned on a sturdy encyclopaedia, my hand slipped, sending the tome crashing to the floor! The
guy looked round and there was a look of shock and surprise in his face.
“Ooops!” I said.
“How long have you been there?” He asked. He was clutching his cock and doing his best to hide the
fact that he was knocking one out.
“Long enough!” I said.
I smiled and walked towards him. My cunt was moist. There is something very erotic about
watching a guy jerking off.
“Don’t mind me,” I said, trying to see what was in his magazine.
“I…I’m sorry. I’m blue-balled from last night. I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t worry, it’s OK,” I said.
The guy was quite handsome. I didn’t think he was one of the tutors. I thought he must have worked
in the library itself.
“Will you carry on?” I said.
“What?”
“Carry on… stroking yourself. It turns me on.”
“I can’t do that!” He said.
“‘Course you can!”
“I can’t!”
I was wearing a short lemon dress, and I think my bra was just visible through the thin fabric because
I noticed his eyes kept going towards my boobs. I pulled up a chair and sat opposite him.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Phil… it’s Phil.”
“Well Phil, you know what would really turn me on?”
“No?”
“If you sit there and continue with your wank, while I finger myself.”
“Really?!”
“Yes. I would love that!”
“OK…ummm what’s your name?” He asked.
“Danielle. Come on before someone comes!”
He was slow to respond, so I pulled my dress up to my waist and opened my legs. Phil immediately
looked down at my pussy, which was barely hidden by my panties. I looked down and could see my
own swollen pussy lips eating the cotton of my knickers. I put one hand inside and slipped my longest
finger into my vagina. My pussy was wet to the point of being gooey. I allowed myself a gentle sigh as
my finger rolled up and rubbed against my clitoris coating it in my girly juice.
For a few moments Phil just watched me, ravishing me with his eyes. I lifted my hand out and moved
the gusset of my panties to one side, giving him a free view of my slippery pink cunt. He reached for
his hardening cock and began to rub the foreskin as I slipped two fingers into my pussy.

I moaned from my self pleasure, which was increased by my witnessing Phil’s masturbation. His eyes were
beautiful as he gazed into mine, wanking himself mechanically. I was equally pleasuring myself
dreamily as if we were somewhere else, unconcerned by our location. All I could think of was the
wonderful ‘moreish’ sensations that were welling up inside. The warm, tickly spasms, which were
coming from my fingers, as they played with my clit.
Phil’s cock was fully hard now. His foreskin was gliding up and down, intermittently uncovering the
rich, pink swollen head. It had a moist appearance, as if lubricated by a little precum. That made me
so horny. I wanted to taste him, to feel that warm, salty fluid slip down my throat. I was so turned on! I
worked two, then three fingers into my now sopping wet cunt, until my knuckles were swallowed by
my lips. I was moaning deeply; Phil was groaning feverishly, his eyes focused on my pussy.
We looked into each other’s eyes. Our mutual pleasure shared. The insanely risky thing we were
doing only made me more aroused. It was so hot, so amazing. My fingers gradually returned to my
swollen clitty and rotated around her. I flicked the little pink button a few times, making my belly
tremble. Phil was tugging himself faster and faster, the intense look of pleasure marked in his manly
features. He wasn’t some young jock from college but a grown man, masturbating with me - for me. I
moaned uncontrollably as I found the perfect rhythm with my fingers. I was building up to a fantastic
orgasm.
I held onto the chair with one hand, as if to prevent myself from taking off. I was whimpering
helplessly as the beginnings of my climax were washing over me. Phil was holding his legs out in
front of him stiffly, stroking himself and groaning deeply. I was reaching that point when a girl just
can’t hold back.
“Oh yes! Oh yes! I’m…I’m going to cum Phil!”
Oh Danielle! Yes cum! Please…Oh fuck! Hnnnngh!”
“Aahhhhh….aaaaaaahhhhhhh..…oooooh.…shit!!!”
“Aaah Danielle! I’m…so close!”
“Aaaaaahhhh…..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…hmmmmmmm… ooh!”
“Danielle…I’m going to cum…oh fuck!”
I was still on a high from my orgasm and was still as horny and as hot as fuck. I wanted to do
something I had only ever dreamed about.
“Cum on me Phil!”
“Hnnnnngh…what?”
“Just do it!”
“Oh…I..oh hhhhhnghhh!””
Phil staggered to his feet as I sat upright, holding my head back as he tugged his foreskin back and
forth.
Oooooh Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeshz….I’m going…. to CUM!!!!!!!!!!!”
I looked up at him, mesmerised by his hand, which was now a mere blur and then I felt it. It was so
hot…but it was so good. The another one and another. I could feel it begin to roll down my nose and
over my lips as he came again and again. He was so noisy with it. His cries were filled with an
immense relief…a release of a full day of wanting to unload his sweet juice from those lovely balls. It
was so obvious when he came on my face, that I wasn’t aware at first that so much has spattered
over my dress too. He leant on the bookshelf behind me and wasn’t shy about finishing the job,
shaking the last few drops onto my bare legs. I looked up at him and smiled broadly.
“I’m glad I caught you wanking in the library. Maybe we can do this again!” I said, with a wink.
“Hmmm..maybe,” he said breathlessly, still a little stunned.
“OK, well I better go and sort myself out,” I said.
I walked out of the library, with my head held high, the cum still streaked down the front of my dress.
I never did find that book on grammar.

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The End

Megan

Megan "Caught In The Act"

Old Ties Pt1 By Katie Louise

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By the time he was approaching the exit ramp, he had lost count of the number of times this drive had come within a hairs’ breadth of ending painfully. Home and a welcoming bed weren’t far, though. A good sleep for four hours, a run in the hills and a quick shower before his wife came home from work. The joys of a shift worker. The drive had taken longer than usual and it had been a “one-off” overtime night-shift, so by the time he was driving towards his suburb, he was toying with the idea of going for a run first, then having a shower and trying to make the day useful by working on his book instead. The next shift was four days away, another perk of the job.

Seeing his wife’s car still in the driveway at 8:40 am, he was a little surprised as he parked beside it. Maybe she was running late as well. Which would mean that his wife would want to work late and he would have more “himself” time that evening. It had always been that way. The marriage had been rigged to fail. It was a wonder they had lasted 13 years. If he were to keep a diary of events, after the first six months, he could count on his fingers the number of times they had slept together. Since she was the only woman he had ever bedded, he knew it was his fault. He must be piss-poor in bed.
The house was quiet when he entered. He called out his wife’s name. No response. Settling into his normal routine, he took his shoes off and placed his bag on the sofa in the common lounge and made his way to their bedroom. It was empty.

“Babe?” He called out for his wife again, a little confused as he walked towards the “back” room of the house that was the designated night shift resting-quarters as it was usually the darkest in the morning and quietest.

He entered the bedroom and froze upon the sight that greeted him. She was wearing a bathrobe and her hair looked damp. An instant arousal began to develop deep inside him, which started to manifest itself in its physical form a moment later. More than twenty years since they’d been together and at that only for a brief few months and she still managed to turn him on without even trying. He knew it was not the same for her, though. Women, in his mind, were wired differently. She may have been physically attracted to him a long time ago, but the attraction would have died down ages ago. She was a married woman now. For most men the attraction is purely physical in nature and stays that way for a very long time. Women made love to their husbands. Men had sex with their wives. Why the fuck was he thinking about making love and having sex when his wife’s best friend was standing in front of him in their guest bedroom, clad in a bathrobe – maybe only a bathrobe, fuck? He needed to sleep!

“Oh, I hope Sarah told you that I was staying the night? We stayed up catching up on old times. Now that we’ve moved closer together, I offered to spend the nights with her when you were not here. Jake works crazy hours anyway, leaving at 4 in the morning and not getting home till 10, and he only ever calls on my cell phone, anyway, so it doesn’t matter where I stay.” Rachael had gone to school with them – it seemed like a thousand years ago. Her husband Jake was a high-flying lawyer in Melbourne and had recently bought a home in their suburb for Rachael, who had wanted a change of scenery to work on her new book. She had grown into a gorgeous woman now, but they had briefly dated in their final year. Sarah, Rachael, or Rex as they used to call her, and Aaron used to hang out together. Sarah and he had opted for the cheaper university near home, while Rex had moved interstate to take up her studies at Melbourne’s Monash.

Life had taken its course and after he heard that she had found someone else and then got engaged after graduation, he too had gradually moved on. Sarah and he were never an item, but because neither of them had anyone else, they stayed close to each other and people simply assumed that they were together. After some strong encouragement from their other friends who had all settled down, he had asked Sarah out. One thing led to another and before they knew it, they were married and living together. It seemed fine for the first six months or so. When it came to sex, they dutifully made love every night. Although he was no expert, however, he had always felt that he was not doing it for her. He used the Internet to do his homework on the subject and literally tried every trick in the book, but could never seem to give her spark she needed. They spoke about splitting up a few times, but they were both working fulltime and soon the car mortgages turned into a house mortgage and splitting up kept getting more and more complicated, until they stopped talking about it, buried themselves in their work and learnt to live with it. There was always going to be time to breakup and decide how to split everything up – right now, they were both too busy. What neither wanted to admit, or at least in his case, was that he wasn’t sure he would find anyone else, and he didn’t want to be alone.

“And anyway, we haven’t seen each other in so long, we have so much to talk about, didn’t get to sleep until almost three in the morning. I had walked over, so I dropped her off to her work in her car this morning. She said that you would be happy to pick her up.” Rex’s voice brought him out of his momentary reverie.

She saw his hungry eyes perusing her figure under the robe and knew instantly to look for the slow swelling in the crotch of his pants. The poor baby. They hadn’t ever been intimate with each other when they’d dated, but he had always been like an open book. She and Sarah used to “accidently” rub against him in high school just to see him squirm as he tried to hide his erection. He was exceptionally clever and good looking but was totally unaware of how other girls felt about him. She had always known that he was attracted to her and although either of them could turn him on easily, she knew that he ached really for her. But the feeling had never been mutual. In fact she had always suspected that Sarah had harboured feelings for him, but wouldn’t say so. He was too unsophisticated back then, for their taste. Too simple and naïve about the world and insecure about his own place in life. Looking at him now, she could see that things had certainly changed for the better.

Jake had been a final year law student at Monash when she started. He chased her briefly, but she had already made up her mind to give in to the tall, dark and handsome looks. He was “sophisticated.” Their marriage had been a happy one for a few years. Then he cheated on her with younger woman. When she confronted him about it and threatened to leave, he begged her to stay, promised to change his ways and bought her a Jaguar XJ8. She didn’t stay because of the car, though. Aside from the cheating, he had never even raised his voice with her. They had gone for marriage counselling and it seemed to work.

Until two years later when she caught him with a different woman. This one barely seemed out of high school. This time she had had enough. Or so she thought. Jake got down on his knees to beg again and offered anything she wanted. If she divorced him now, it would ruin the political career he was gunning for. It was their marriage counsellor who came up with the brilliant plan of living separately for a while. Rachael was working on a new book and thought the change of scenery might help. Jake, in the meantime, promised to get help and stay away from women. The counsellor assigned him a psychologist that he was to see privately and who would then report the progress to the counsellor.

He had purchased her a newly built house in a brand new suburb in Sydney and they had come to an agreement that they would give this another try once her new book was finished to see if they could get together again. She’d made no promises, although, they didn’t consider themselves to be either separated or “on a break”. She wasn’t going to give him any excuses to cheat again.

Two weeks ago Sarah and Aaron had seen the house two doors down from them occupied and had walked into a pleasant surprise when they had knocked on her door to welcome their new neighbour. And here they were today. In the same bedroom – together. She was nude under the bathrobe and he had an obvious hard-on.

Lately, despite herself, Rachel was starting to feel a whole paradigm shift in her body. On more than one occasion in the last week, while alone in her new house, she had used the toy that she had playfully bought for herself when she had moved to Sydney. In the first six months of their marriage, they had had a healthy sex life. But with Jake’s work pressure and as the novelty wore out, it began to slow down and then it just dwindled down to almost nothing without her even noticing. Jake pretended that his responsibilities at work were stressing him out to the point of exhaustion and would barely get into bed before midnight, making sure to clear the house by five in the morning most days. Of-course she realised what had been going on when she caught him sleeping around, but back then, she had been too busy with her own life to notice how he had started avoiding her. Not that she had missed getting laid, though. Her first book was published when she was 30 and reached number one in the Times Best Sellers list within a few weeks. In the last eight years, she had written and published five more, all of which had made it into the top 10. Although her income from the books was substantial and she didn’t need Jake’s money, he easily earned several times as much and was always ready to splash on her lavishly, imploring her to keep her money for her own use.

Now, with this old flame standing in front of her a little spark that she had forgotten about was suddenly getting fanned. Aaron had kept in great shape over the years. She had grudgingly told him that he was actually aging very well when she had seen him after all those years.

He admired her figure under the robe. She was gorgeous with just the right curves in the right places. It wasn’t just the way she looked, it was her wit that was unmatched. She was a tease and a flirt, but everyone knew where the line was with her, without her having to spell it out. His thoughts took an indecent turn again as he started to imagine how she would be in bed. He strained to take his eyes off her inviting body. He and Sarah had not slept together in almost six months and the memory of their last pathetic attempt, where he hadn’t even cum and she had obviously faked it to put an end to both their miseries was still fresh in his head.

“I’m sorry, I think you have me mistaken for someone else.” Unable to resist the temptation, he put on a deep voice and pretended to be confused.

“I’m the help your husband hired to do the lawn. Is he not around?”

A little chuckle escaped her throat. There he goes again. The slight stubble from the night shift and unkempt hair actually did give him a rather rough look. But, in a sexy way. What was happening to her? This was her best friend’s husband for crying out loud! She felt her nipples hardening slowly, and knowing that he would notice, looked down at his crotch again, which now showed a full arousal. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to do what they used to call his “hands-free pants-freeing”. At the sight of him squirming, a warm feeling began to develop deep inside her and she became aware of her cheeks flushing as she felt herself get wet. Suddenly she wanted him. Badly. Whether it was the sleep deprivation, the fact that they were alone in the house or the subtle changes in her physical and mental being since the last few weeks, she wanted to scratch him, hurt him, ride him, put him deep inside her, and scream his name over and over as she came again and again. She was dripping within a minute of all these thoughts coming alive in her mind and could feel her heart pounding inside her chest. She had confided in Sarah last night about Jake and Sarah had admitted that their marriage was pretty much unsalvageable as well. Surely she wouldn’t mind if her best friend took a bite of this delicious apple. It wasn’t really cheating on anyone. Sarah had seemed like she didn’t care anymore. Or was it her aroused state that was clouding her reasoning ability and trying to rationalise what her body was screaming for her to do?

Aaron knew he wanted her badly, but thought that the hardening nipples were more a result of the draught he had let into the bedroom when he’d opened the door. She had blushed slightly though. But then it could have been wishful thinking on his part. The look she was giving him had ”flirtatious” written all over it. Maybe he should play more “hard to get”. Fat chance when she was such a knockout. He could be in a life or death situation and she could easily have him eating out of her hands within seconds if she wanted, and she knew it. What she had was every straight man’s weakness. Speaking of weaknesses and eating, he desperately wanted to taste whatever she had to offer. What the hell! She was married! He was married! This was his house! She was his wife’s best friend. At one time she had been his best friend. He was sure it was exhaustion that was continually propelling him forward and loosening his tongue dangerously. Nothing wrong with a bit of harmless flirting.

“Maybe we should discuss the terms of the payments first.” He moved in close and that’s when she stunned him and pulled him close, wrapping his hands around her shapely arse. He was acutely aware that she was feeling his full arousal on the lower part of her stomach. As her hands moved up his chest, he braced himself for the friendly shove with a couple of words of admonishment, as she had often done 20 years ago, but to his surprise, she laced her fingers in his wavy hair and kissed him deeply and passionately at first, then hungrily with a raw need that left him wanting for more when she eventually released him. They were both breathing hard, but there was no doubt that she was in better control. He still held her tightly, not knowing what to do.

“Will that do as a deposit?” Her voice was sultry and seductive.

He started to answer, but paused to swallow the lump in his throat.

“Actually I prefer payment in full – I’ve had a few costumers who have refused to pay…” The next kiss caught him by surprise – such was the ferocity. It all but confirmed her intentions to him. His grip on her bottom tightened as she gently bit his lower lip.

She could feel his full arousal, throbbing against her stomach. She longed to put it deep inside her, but she also wanted to prolong this little game of theirs. Without unlocking lips with her new lover, she started to undo his belt with urgency. The rough stubble on his face made him seem even more desirable, although she preferred men clean-shaven. She was convinced that a subtle yet sure shift was occurring in her attitude towards men and sex in general. Not only did she find this handsome married man desirable, she realised she had been horny all morning. She might have been horny for the last few weeks, but only just realised it. Her free flowing natural lubricants were a testament to that.

He could sense that familiar aroma emanating from her that he often associated with a heightened state of arousal. Over the years he had convinced himself that it was the smell of this “sex” from women that drove men wild. It was a scent he had discovered during his first proper kiss. His first kiss was Rachael and life had somehow brought them together, albeit in the most illegitimate way. That scent usually meant that the woman was ready and eager. It was a scent that he hadn’t caught a whiff of too often in the last several years. He felt his pants slip down and her probing hand grope into his jocks. As her fingers clasped roughly around his member, he slid his hand further down her leg and lifted it so that it was wrapped around his butt. His heart skipped a beat when he discovered that she was completely bare under the robe. And wet. Very, very wet.

As his fingers gently tested her readiness and slid inside her sacred spot drawing a sharp intake of breath from her, she expertly removed his jocks and started caressing his stiff manhood.

“Do you want to get “properly dressed” for the task?” She was burning with desire, but could see that his hunger was equal, if not greater, in his eyes.

Without a word, he ripped his t-shirt off and stepped out of his jocks and jeans. Her robe fell away exposing her bare breasts with nipples like hard pebbles. Both stark naked, they eyed each other hungrily for a few moments.

Her body was divine. She wasn’t too skinny or too big, just the right curves in the right places, soft curves at that, with breasts that weren’t too big, nor too small and was overall aging perfectly. He couldn’t help but notice her juices running freely down her creamy thighs. Never in recent memory, had he seen any woman aroused like this.

He was the perfect mixture of lean and cut. While most of his other middle-aged friends had started to let themselves go, he seemed to have kept to a strict fitness schedule, applying discipline to his active life as he did with everything else. Her thoughts briefly went back to Jake’s soft and flabby body for which poor diet and lack of exercise to blame. They had a gym at the office and a similarly equipped gym and pool at home, but she was the only one who ever frequented the gym and pool at home. Now seeing Aaron chiselled like an Adonis, she was glad she had spent all those hours sweating on the treadmill. Her eye fell on his throbbing penis, all eight inches of it, with the head almost purple with pressure from the blood rushing into it.

He suddenly knelt down and licked her thigh where her juices were trickling down, all the way to the source, spreading her legs and placing one on his shoulder, and pushed his tongue deep inside her. The sweet and salty taste of her combined with the intoxicating scent was driving him crazy.

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To Be Continued...

Katie Louise "Old Ties:Pt1"

"Naughty Thoughts" read by Millie Rose

You’re on the phone, talking dirty to me but saying you can’t come over tonight. You’re driving me
crazy then you ask what I’m thinking right now, really?
Okay, I’ll tell you...

I’m thinking it’s been too long since you were last here with me and I really need a fix of you. I wish
you were here with me now, can I convince you?
If you come over tonight I’m going to grab you by the belt and pull you to me as soon as the front
door clicks shut.

I want you to kiss me hard, push your tongue into my mouth and bite my lip, God you know what that
does to me! By the time you’ve trailed kisses and gentle bites down my neck I’ll be a quivering mess.
When you pull my top and bra off and push me back against the wall you’ll see how hard my nipples
have become for you. I get so wet when you tease my nipples with your mouth and my fingers always
tremble when I undo your trousers to pull your cock out.

I would turn us so your back is to the wall and stroke my hand up and down your cock, kissing your
mouth hard then trailing down your body to run my tongue slowly from the base of your semi erect
cock to the tip, over and over until you're hard for me.

I want to slide my tongue around the ridge of your cock head, look up at you and flick it over the tip. I
want you to watch me while I get a taste of your precum.
You love it when I’m dirty, so I would spit into the palm of my hand and use it to stroke your length
while I lick and suck each of your balls in turn. My thumb would be circling your cock head while I kiss
and suck the base and length of your cock.
I would slowly work my way to the top, and let my tongue glide over you again, a line of saliva
dripping onto you before I take you into my hot, wet mouth.

I’d suck on the head while my hand strokes and grips you tightly, and take you deeper with every
stroke of my hand, my lips would touch against my fingers as I take you to the back of my throat.
If you were here you’d feel my throat tighten around you as I swallow and moan, God I love having
your dick in my mouth. I miss it, please come over? I want to suck up and down on you faster, my
other hand gently squeezing and stroking your balls.

You love it when I look up at you with my mouth full of your cock don’t you? You get off on watching
me gag as you push deeper into my throat, my eyes water and my make up runs but I fucking love it.
I want you to grab a fistful of my hair and push into my mouth, there will be saliva dripping from the
corners of my mouth and dirty little muffled noises coming from my mouth as you thrust into me, and
we both know how soaked my panties will be because of it, because of you.

Come and fuck my mouth babe, I want you to push your hips forward into me and hold the back of
my head, making me take you deeper. I want you to come see me tonight and cum down my throat.
You know I’ll swallow every drop, I always do. I’d keep sucking and licking you until you can't take
anymore.

I know you, you’d watch me swallow then pull from my mouth and drag me to my feet wouldn’t you?
Hmm, come over babe and show me how you want me, bent over the bed, or flat on my back? Oh
god, would you pull me up to sit on your tongue again?

Your tongue drives me insane, the way you flutter over my sensitive clit and push your fingers into
me makes me squirm and moan just to remember it now. In the moment, you make my back arch and
the most primal moans drag themselves from my throat.
Every time you thrust your fingers into me and flick your amazing tongue against me I grab fistfuls of
bedsheets and have to remind myself to breathe.

The way you use your fingers on me and leave little kisses on my inner thighs just as I’m on the edge
makes me wild, makes me want to beg for your cock.
I want you here because you make my head spin, my heart race and my pussy flood. Fuck, the way
you make me cum for you, it’s hard and intense. You don’t just push me over the edge, you throw me
over, again and again!
Every time I think I can’t possibly take any more, you push me further, you make me cum until I’m a
weak and screaming mess.

I want you here to fuck me, hard and urgently. I want to wrap my legs around your waist and watch
your cock disappear into me. Come over and press my face and chest into the sheets, pull my ass up
and slam into me, make me scream your name, I want my throat raw tomorrow and my pussy sore so
I think of you every time I sit down.

I want you to cum inside me, holding my hips tightly and thrusting hard into me as you do. I want to
feel you fill my pussy, and hear you moan my name as you do.
So, are you coming over tonight.....?

Millie Rose "Naughty Thoughts"

SEX IN HIS OFFICE by LEAH

I watched him get ready for work on that cold winter morning. As he gave me a kiss, I thought about how I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands in appropriate places when I visited him for lunch that day. He just looked so delicious in a suit. Delicious in the sense that I desired to slowly strip the suit off and do dirty things to him. Maybe, just maybe... I woke up a little later that morning. I made my coffee, got clothed and made up nicely. I wore a kneelength leather skirt with buttons all the way down, a white blouse that left the perfect amount of my ivory chest showing, a sleek black cardigan and combat boots. Classy, yet somewhat “edgy” is how most of my friends described that outfit.

I did all of my errands. Dropping off my resume everywhere I could, getting a quick brunch and picking up some hot coffee for my lover. It was about his break time, so I began heading over to his office. I took the elevator to his floor, cautiously avoiding spilling his coffee as it jolted to a stop. I stepped out. His co-workers gave me their routine glares. I’d have given them the finger if I didn’t care about visiting my honey so much. The good thing about my lover’s office is that it’s not a cubicle. It’s a nicely sized room with doors that can lock. There’s certainly advantages to being higher up in the work chain. I knocked on the door with my free hand. I heard footsteps nearing the door on the other side, before I heard a click and saw it open.

My darling’s face, handsome as ever appeared. I smiled, gave him a kiss and walked in. The door clicked closed behind me, locking. “How is your day, sweetheart?” I asked. “Nothing unusual. Just have to go to a meeting after break.” He said monotonously, slumping into his large office chair. He did not seem excited. I handed him the warm cup of coffee. He took a hefty gulp before setting it down on his desk. “You know, I was thinking I could help make your workday more eventful today.” I said, rather suggestively. He raised one eyebrow slightly as a faint smirk came to his mouth. He caught my drift. “Oh really? I’d most certainly appreciate that.” Wasting no time, I kicked off my shoes and straddled his lap.

I rubbed my hands all over his chest, shoulders, and neck. I kissed him hard on the mouth, now gently tugging at his necktie. I loosened it, slowly pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. I unbuttoned his blazer. He grasped my hips, pressing his hardness onto me. I let out a faint gasp. It certainly got him more riled up. I slid his blazer off of his shoulders and arms, pulling the rest of it out from behind his back, I allowed that to also fall to the carpeted floors below. I unbuttoned the first three or so buttons of his shirt before I let him have some fun unwrapping me. He unbuttoned my cardigan and slid it off of me. Same for the blouse. Then, he began unbuttoning my skirt. Every single button, all the way down. As it opened up, revealing my thighs and hips, he realized I wasn’t wearing tights, or panties. “Damn, I bet you enjoyed the breeze outside!” He laughed. “Well, you seem to be enjoying this.” I giggled. He slid his hand up my thigh, caressing the soft, milkywhite but slightly-freckled skin.

He toyed with my landing strip for a few moments before running a finger along my slippery slit. I bit my lower lip. Gosh, what a tease he was. He continued rubbing around my opening, making sure the lubrication was well-distributed. He softly pinched my clitoris between his thumb and index finger, moving them in slow rotations. I kissed him again, sucking on his tongue and working on his shirt with my hands. I felt the shirt fall entirely open as I undid the last small button. I began feeling him up, my hands traveling from his lower stomach to his shoulders, and back down again to unbutton his suit pants. He slid two fingers inside me. I let out a moan of pleasure and scratched down his stomach. I pulled his hard dick out of his pants. I gently stroked, all the way from base to tip. He pushed in another finger, going deeper to make sure I was ready for a good, hard pounding. He lifted me up and got out of the chair. “What position do you have in mind?” I inquired. “Sit on my desk.” He demanded.

I moved his coffee to a safer place on the desk. I lifted myself up, and sat on it. “Okay, now lay down.” I obeyed him. I laid on the desk, propping myself halfway up with my elbow, my legs dangling off the edge closest to him. I spread my legs a little as an invitation. He grabbed my knees softly, moving my legs farther apart. He stood closer to my opening. He guided his copius length into me, going slow. pushing as deep as he could, intently watching my face. For signs of pain, perhaps. I grasped his arms, making a quiet moan. He slowly pulled back, partially out, then pushed back in. “How does that feel?” He asked, making sure I wasn’t in pain. “It feels amazing, honey. More, please!” I said with a sigh. He began going faster, harder, more carefree. He reached down to play with my clit, making sure he was stimulating all of my sensitive areas. He leaned down, tonguing one of my silky, pale nipples.

I dug my nails into his back, and wrapped my legs around me, tilting my pelvis, furthermore increasing my own pleasure. “Oh yes baby! Harder!” I screamed. He responded by slamming his cock into me, annihilating my pussy. My breathing became heavy, and by body began heating up. I scratched, hard, all the way from his shoulders to his lower back. My moaning became louder, more involuntary as the ecstasy built up. He was breathing heavily and moaning too. He gripped my hips tightly. He was nearing his climax. “Mmmm, Logan!” I screamed. I moved my hips in perfect rhythm with his. I could feel my body starting to quiver. “Ohhhh baby, I’m cumming!” He pounded into me, faster, harder, with more varied angles and motions. It set my climax into motion. My pussy began rapidly pulsing around his cock, contracting and relaxing. I dug my nails into his back, and tightened my legs around his waist. The pleasure absolutely took over my body. His mouth was hard on mine, his hands gripping my waist, and his cock now slightly pulsating.

His body gave out on me, and he rested his body on mine. As our intense orgasms subsided, we kissed, feeling each other’s bodies. He stood up, carefully pulling out with the help of a tissue in order to keep the carpet free of stains. He discarded it in the trash can, looking up at the clock. “Damn, my meeting is in two minutes!” He pulled on his shirt, hastily buttoning it. I put his blazer on him, and he put on his tie loosely. He was about to run out the door. I looked down. “Wait a moment.” I said, eyeing his undone pants. I pulled him close, giving him a wet, hot kiss as I buttoned and zipped his pants. “Thank you, baby.” He smiled, heading out the door and down the hall with red lipstick all over his neck and cheeks, with disheveled hair and clothing. I smiled, feeling very accomplished. I walked out the door, slipping out of the building unseen. I went home, knowing I’d made his day

THE END!

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