“Call that a forfeit!” Jake smiles as he approaches me.
His huge cock is hard, straining against the fabric of his underwear. His hard body looks amazing. He kneels before me and starts to caress my breasts. He gently rubs and pinches my hard nipples causing shocks of pleasure to dart down to my pussy. He takes one of my aroused nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it as he continues to caress the other with his fingers. I look into your eyes and can see that you’re turned on at the sight of me enjoying another man’s touch. I close my eyes and moan softly as Jake takes my other nipple in his mouth. I’m disappointed when the time is up.
“Damn, I was enjoying that!” Jake grins.
“Me too!” I giggle.
I lose the next round, and for my forfeit you use an abandoned tie to blindfold me. I have to suck a cock and get fifteen seconds to guess who’s it is. If I don’t guess correctly I have to continue for another minute. I kneel down, awaiting my cock. I hear someone approach and then feel a cock against my lips. I flick my tongue over the tip, tasting a cock I know I haven’t had before. I suck greedily while I imagine what it would feel like to have such a huge cock in my pussy.
“It’s Tom,” I lie when time is up.
My blindfold is removed and I look up to see Jake standing in front of me. I smile and take his gorgeous cock into my mouth once more and continue with my oral caresses for another minute.
“Your wife’s great at giving blow jobs,” Jake says to you.
“Fantastic!” you agree with a laugh.
We continue with game and I lose again; I’m sure it’s a fix but don’t care. You decide I should play with myself. I stand up and lean against the wall. I run my hands suggestively over my breasts, pinching and rolling my hard nipples between my fingers. I slide one hand down over my flat stomach to my pussy. I caress my clit, closing my eyes, lost in the pleasure. I slide my fingers over my pussy lips before plunging them into my hot hole. I’m so, so wet, so turned on. I hear movements in the room but keep my eyes closed, concentrating on the sensual feelings coursing through my body. I feel a presence before me and open my eyes to see you standing naked in front of me. I pull you towards me and kiss you deeply.
“You’re such a tease,” you say. “Do you want a hard cock in you?”
“Oh, yes!” I say with a wicked look in my eyes. You pick me up and lie me on the table, scattering the cards.
“I guess the game is over then,” I say.
“It’s only just begun!” you smile.
You part my legs and start to lick my pussy. You suck on my clit, making me moan. I gasp as Jake touches my nipples, before taking one in his mouth, licking and sucking at it. I see Tom watching and reach out to stroke his cock. I feel so naughty and horny as your tongue probes my pussy.
“I need a cock in me!” I declare.
You look up at Tom, inviting him to fill me first.
“Oh yes,” I moan as he enters me easily, my pussy wet and hungry to be fucked. You kiss me before offering your big, hard cock to my mouth. I suck you zealously while Jake continues to play with my breasts and Tom fucks me. His cock feels fantastic inside me. Jake stands back, wanking his huge cock while watching my pussy being filled.
“Your such a horny fuck,” Tom compliments me as he pulls out of my pussy and spunks over my breasts.
“You want another cock, don’t you?” you enquire of me. I nod and you turn me over on the table.
Jake stands behind me and rubs his fingers over my clit and briefly pushes his fingers deep into my wet pussy before his huge cock stretches me wide. I look into your eyes and moan with the pleasure of feeling Jake’s hardness inside me. I suck on your cock as Jake thrusts in and out of me. My pleasure mounts towards ecstasy. Jake caresses my clit with his fingers as he fucks me with wild abandon. I tip over the edge and cum hard , my pussy pulsing around his hard cock as my moans are lost as I continue to suck your hardness. Jake pulls out and his warm spunk covers my arse.
You kiss me deeply and guide me off the table and onto the floor. You take a nipple in your mouth causing me to moan and gasp. You hold me down and slowly slide your cock into my stretched pussy. You fuck me slowly at first, teasing me.
“I want it harder!” I demand.
“You’ve been such a dirty girl tonight,” you say. “Not sure you deserve to get what you want.”
“You love watching me have hard cock filling my pussy, you love how dirty I am. You love me having my pussy pleasured,” I gasp, desperate to be fucked hard.
You start to fuck me roughly and I feel my pleasure building again. Tom is wanking his cock while watching us fuck. Jake caresses my breasts again. You’re fucking me harder than ever. My body trembles with euphoric bliss, it’s almost torture it’s so good.
“Oh.. God…Oh…Oh, yes!” I moan as I cum loudly as you spunk deep inside me.
“You are amazing!” you say with a smile in your eyes and I can sense your delight at having shared me. “I think I can say that a good time was had by all,” you add noticing Jake’s and Tom’s satisfied expressions.
My body is exhausted but I feel fantastic as you kiss me tenderly. I feel an excitement at the thought of many more fun times we will share together…
The End
Mazie’s Online Love Made Real
On a warm summer day in mid August, Mazie Duprie gathered up her laptop computer, a glass of red wine, and curled up on her front porch chaise lounge. The heat of the warm Atlanta day had dissipated, and she closed her eyes to relax, feeling nothing but the gentle breeze created by the ceiling fans whirling slowly above her head.
She absent mindedly swirled the wine in her claret glass, a deep 28 ounce goblet that held the bouquet marvelously. She tipped the glass to her nose and took in the aroma, a lovely blend of spice and cherries. The taste was heavenly. There was nothing like a good cabernet to soothe the soul and relax the mind.
Mazie closed her eyes and let her mind wander. After 6 years of marriage she was generally happy, but there was no denying feelings had faded. Her husband Ben was busier and busier with work; his travel had morphed from a couple of days a month into a couple of weeks. Slowly they had become friendly room mates, sharing kisses on the way in and out of the door. He didn’t seem to notice her waning interest, and so, over time, they had drifted apart. Mazie was beginning to feel the brunt of rare sex, no intimacy, and the general lack of human touch. Frankly it was making her bitchy. She wondered if their lack of sex bothered Ben. She would have asked him, but he was on a 12 day trip to Berlin.
All settled in with her wine, Mazie opened up her laptop and signed onto Yahoo! Messenger. She had been chatting occasionally with married men from all over, but had become fond of a great guy that lived in Canada. They had started chatting some months back, when Ben was in Australia. Once past the initial pleasantries, it turned out the guy was amazing. Married almost 20 years, he’d been divorced for a few years and had 4 kids. He was 45, which was appealing to Mazie at age 39… she found maturity in men sexy. Chatting had become an outlet for her and she had no desire to waste her time with young guys asking “a/s/l” or wondering if she would get naked on her “cam”. This guy talked with her about anything and everything, not exclusively about sex.
At first it bothered Mazie that Curtis was single - they had exchanged their real names after their first chat, which had lasted 3 ½ hours. She liked chatting with married men. Hearing their perspective on marriage gave her some insight into Ben sometimes. It kept her occupied through many lonely evenings. By wading through the sea of online idiots she’d actually found a few men she really enjoyed for who they were. She was sure they liked her too, often asking her advice regarding their wives behaviors, and even gift ideas. But none of them made her mind wander like Curtis.
He made her think. He made her wonder what it would be like to be with him. When they talked, he made Ben disappear from her mind entirely.
Mazie often thanked God Curtis was Canadian. Canada was FAR away … if he had been closer she may have been compelled to meet him in person. They had exchanged pictures and Mazie found him simply delicious. Tall and blonde, he had light blue eyes similar to her own. He sported a neatly trimmed goatee and wore rimless glasses that made him look like a sexy college professor. He worked a physically demanding job as a glass worker, so he was fit. They hadn’t exchanged “naughty” pictures, but they had described to each other what was underneath. He intrigued her. Their last chat involved seeing each other on their webcams … just faces, but it was enough to drive Mazie insane with desire for the guy. To see him smile warmed her heart.
Mazie settled in and saw Curtis sign on.
Curtcan: hi babe Ziegal: hi! how was your day Curtcan: good, just starting to make dinner Ziegal: what are we having Curtcan: spaghetti Ziegal: I have a great cabernet to go with that Curtcan: bring it over Ziegal: god I wish Curtcan: maybe ill bring dinner to you Ziegal: even better Curtcan: how bout next week? Zeigal: ok, what day? Curtcan: Wednesday Zeigal: youre such a tease lol Curtcan: im not teasing baby Zeigal: WHAT??? Curtcan: i have a job interview in augusta Zeigal: and youre only telling me now? where did this come from? Curtcan: I was waiting for my visa to come thru and didnt want to get hopes up Zeigal: OMG, im speechless Curtcan: that’s a new one lol Zeigal: what kind of job Curtcan: management position, this place wants someone with long time experience, I’ve talked with them before, just needed the visa to come thru Mazie’s heart raced and she found herself actually short of breath. Meeting Curtis? It was the impossible happening. What were the odds of him having an interview less than two hours away?
She was dizzy with questions.
Zeigal: how long have you been talking to this company? Curtcan: a year or so, on and off Zeigal: so you knew this was a possibility when we met online? were you searching for someone like me in the area on purpose in case you got this job? Curtcan: Maz, I know what youre thinking, NO … meeting you was an amazing coincidence Curtcan: but I wont lie … after we started talking and began to care about each other par of me was hopeful Zeigal: Curtis we discussed this, I’m not ready to end my marriage Curtcan: I’m not asking that of you babe, just dinner Zeigal: don’t misunderstand, im just blown away by this. of course i want us to meet!
Once again Mazie felt herself reeling. She had been chatting for months with Curtis, but meeting? She didn’t even hesitate telling him she would – part of her felt cautious and of course they would go someplace public, but still … was she ready to officially cheat on Ben if it came to that? Just having dinner with another man was cheating really, and if her instincts were right, she and Curtis would not stop there. Mazie asked Curtis to call her on the phone -this was too big to continue chatting online.
The phone rang once and Mazie was on it. “Curt?”
“It’s me babe, I’m sorry to throw you for such a loop. God I want to see you, feel you, hold you, and make love to you like we’ve talked about all these months.”
Mazie smiled and sighed. “I want that too, so much. So you’ll be in on Wednesday. Is that your interview day?”
“It is.” Curtis answered. “I should be done by 3pm, so after that I’m all yours til my flight leaves on Friday.”
“Friday?” Mazie asked. “You don’t have to go back right away?”
“No.” Curtis told her. “I booked an extra day just in case we could hook up.”
Mazie felt butterflies in her stomach. It was all so kismet. Ben gone, Curtis in town, how could things come together like this? Mazie and Curtis talked for an hour on the phone, made their plans, and waited for Wednesday to arrive.
They decided to meet at a hotel in Atlanta since Curtis was flying out of Hartsfield Jackson Airport just south of town. Mazie checked in first to the Westin Peachtree Plaza around 2 in the afternoon. She showered, shaved her legs, and took extra care making sure she was smooth as a baby’s bottom between her legs… Curtis had told her how he likes a woman totally shaved and soft. She covered herself in the sensual aroma of Donna Karan’s Cashmere Mist and then dressed. She chose a pink sleeveless top and matching skirt, dried her hair, applied her make up and headed downstairs to the hotel bar.
For Curtis the drive from Augusta had been excruciating in the anticipation of meeting Mazie. The job interview had gone extremely well, and there was no doubt an offer letter would be on its way. But what would be the point of living in Georgia if Mazie couldn’t really be his? First things first he thought, just meet her and see if all the months of waiting had been worth it.
Around 4:30 that afternoon Curtis gave his car to the valet at the Westin and walked inside with his travel bag. He made his way slowly to bar and took a deep breath … just peeking around the corner at first to see if she was there.
He knew that pictures and webcams would never do her justice, but he was unprepared for her in person. She sat gracefully with her legs crossed; one of her casual pink shoes dangling from her toes as she nervously swung her leg back and forth. Her blonde hair was in the layered, chic cut he loved, angling into her face. She was all in pink, and it suited her. She was making conversation with the bar keep whom he noticed was ignoring other patrons to talk to her.
She laughed at something the bartender said and casually glanced over her shoulder. She was about to turn back to her drink when she did a double take … there he was, in living color! How long had he been standing there, and my GOD, how had she ever taken so long to meet him??
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He seemed larger than life, tall and blonde, blue eyes sparkling at her. He had on his little wireless specs and had trimmed in a neat goatee for her … he looked indeed like the hot college professor she had so many times fantasized about. He was absolutely gorgeous. She also noticed how amazing he looked in jeans … and fought the instinct to look below the belt. Instead she maintained eye contact, smiled, and slid off of her bar stool to greet him.
They admired as much as they could about each other in that short walk. He loved the way her hips moved, the way her ample breasts filled out her top. She loved his broad shoulders and the casual way he carried himself. He dropped his bag the minute she was close enough to touch, throwing his arms around her lifting her right off of the floor. The feel of her against him was overwhelming. She looked up at him and they kissed, finally, after so very long. It was a soft, sweet kiss, one of surrender to a time that had finally come. He held her face when it was done, and she took his hand to lead him to the seat next to where she’d been sitting.
The time at the bar flew by so quickly for them both. Mazie glanced at her watch and saw it was 6pm already – they had a 6:30pm reservation at a restaurant down the block. Curtis closed out their check, and they headed upstairs so he could freshen up before dinner.
The couple held hands on the way to the elevator, and when the doors opened they were blessedly alone for the ride up. Once the doors had closed behind them Curtis turned to Mazie, and saying nothing, kissed her deeply. He held her face in his hands and pressed himself into her, allowing Mazie to feel his instant hard on. She tasted so sweet, and she kissed him back in a way that told him they would not be making that dinner reservation.
The doors opened on the 16th floor and Mazie practically ran to the room with Curtis hot on her heels. She slid the key card in and out quickly, pushed the door open and turned to the blonde hunk standing behind her.
“All these months I’ve wanted you,” she whispered breathlessly. “Make love to me now.”
Curtis walked toward her, saying nothing … she slowly moved backwards until he had her pinned up against the massive bank of windows overlooking downtown Atlanta. He took her wrists in his sexy, rough hands and moved them slowly until they rested above her head. He knew how she loved light restraint and he was getting right to it. Mazie felt her wetness flow into her panties as he leaned in and kissed her while holding her motionless against the windows.
They kissed slowly at first, passion building quickly into tongues playing and bodies pressing into one another. Finally Curtis let Mazie’s wrists go, allowing his hands to slide over her pert, erect nipples. He took her hand and led her to the inviting king sized bed. He sat her down and knelt on the floor where he proceeded to remove her shoes.
“I’ve been dreaming of your taste for so long, I can’t wait one more minute,” he said in a sexy, husky tone. “Lay back.”
Mazie did as told, and shuttered as she felt his hands run up her inner thighs. She was so glad she’d taken such care in preparing for him. As smooth as she was, she could tell how slick her pussy had become in wanting him.
Curtis was rock hard by the time he reached her panties. He’d gently pushed her skirt up to her belly button, and was admiring the soft pink lace of her delicate lingerie – along with the damp spot right in the center. She smelled so good, and he was sure she would taste even better. He heard her draw in a deep breath as he hooked the crotch of her underwear around his index finger and pulled them aside. When he saw the perfectly shaved lips of her lovely pussy he felt precum pushing its way from his swollen cock giving his underwear a wet spot of their own.
Mazie let her legs fall open when she felt Curtis pull her panties aside. He was still kneeling on the floor when he let her panties go to pull her by the hips to move her closer to his mouth. He re-focused and pulled her panties to the side again, and didn’t hesitate this time to sink his tongue into her soft pink folds. She was hot and shimmering wet, and pushed her hips into his face as he lapped up all the liquid flowing from her. She tasted clean and clear and pure, like natural lemonade on a 100 degree day.
Closing her eyes, Mazie just let herself feel. Ben never ate her like this, with such passion, desire and eagerness. She couldn’t seem to press her legs open far enough – she wanted desperately to give all of herself to this man. His tongue was driving her wild, licking and probing, his mouth absolutely devouring her. She felt him sliding fingers into her, deeply and slowly, working her G-spot while his tongue playfully flicked at her clit. She was shamelessly pumping her hips into his face, her orgasm building in the most delicious way. She was going to cum fast.
Curtis loved her reaction – he continued to drink from her, never feeling her wetness subside. He’d never been with her but knew she was close to cuming. She was purring like a cat, covering his face in her silky essence. She was freshly shaven, the softness of her lips was beyond sexy. He decided to finish her off purely so he could fuck her … his cock was aching against his jeans. Never letting her clit go, he kept fingering her pussy as he ripped her panties away. When she started to say “oh my God”, he slid a wet finger into her ass, slowly but deliberately. She arched her back hard and began to cum. He never let up, tongue and fingers working through the amazing pulsing rhythm of her orgasm. It was like a heart beat, her pussy throbbing through her heavy breathing and sexy moaning. Her hands were pulling his hair, pulling his head into her as she rode him through to the end of her moment. When it was done, Curtis was on her instantly.
He stood up and shed his jeans. Mazie thought he looked huge behind his boxer briefs, and began to sit up so she could return the favor. She loved sucking cock and was anxious to feel this sexy man filling up her mouth with his hard on and cum. However, she was rebuffed … he pushed her back and tore off his underwear. With his hands behind her knees he pushed her legs back and let the head of his cock rest on her pussy.
“I can’t wait any longer to be inside of you,” he said to her. “I want to feel you suck me but I can’t wait.”
Mazie only smiled and moved her hand to feel him, hot and hard and ready. She lined him up with her and let him drive from there. He pushed in slowly, just the head at first. He pulled back out, teasing her with a few short strokes no deeper than his first inch.
“Please just give it all to me,” she begged. “I’m dying to feel you filling me up.”
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Wanting to wait but not physically able, Curtis plunged his length into her. Mazie threw her head back, shocked by the length and girth of him. It was perfection - he stretched her in the most delightful way. He drove in deep, kissing her hard on the down stroke. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him into her as deep as he could go. He held himself above her on his hands, and she watched as his biceps flexed. He was staring at her intently, and she loved the look in his eyes. He was lost inside of her.
The need to cum was building fast. He’d masturbated for months thinking of her, dreaming of the all ways he would fuck her when and if he finally met her. Thoughts raced and he tried to decide how he wanted to cum. Mazie made up his mind.
“Flip me over,” she cooed. “I want to feel you from behind.”
Curtis backed out, her sweet, clear juice covered his cock. Mazie turned over and got to her hands and knees. It was at this point they both realized they were still wearing their shirts! Mazie giggled, and they made quick work of the clothing that was left. Curtis was awed by the sight of her large natural breasts as they fell from her bra. She was quick however to get back to her hands and knees. He moved in behind her and slapped her ass hard, grabbing her hips to pull her closer. Mazie squealed in delight, then yelped as he drove into her hard with another slap to her other butt cheek.
He pumped into her hard, not stopping for pleasantries. Carnal lust took over and he just wanted to fuck the shit out of the amazing woman he’d come to know over the last few months. He leaned over to feel her tits swinging, nipples hard as he pinched them. She met his thrusts, letting him fuck her in this rough and sexy way. His balls tingled every time they met her ass as he slammed into her. He was ready to cum, but wanted to see her face as he did so.
He pulled out fast and turned her on to her back roughly. Pushing her down on the bed he moved quickly to her face, and with his hand delivered the few final strokes that made him begin to gush. Mazie naturally situated her mouth underneath him, and relished the feel of his hot cum covering her face. He was jet propelled and full … pulse after pulse burned her nose, cheeks, lips, and chin. It was erotic as hell. His face was pure lust and it turned her on.
“God you are beautiful covered in my cum,” he said with a devilish grin. Mazie giggled and moved to get up so she could clean up her face.
“Don’t move,” Curtis said. He bent to her slowly and began to kiss her cum covered lips.
“Are you sure?” Mazie asked.
“If you can taste it and swallow it, so can I,” he said smiling. “I want to share everything.” Mazie could taste herself on his lips, and he took his time licking up drops of his cum, then kissing her so they could share each other.
When he was done Mazie moved to rest her head on Curtis’s chest. Their first encounter had been fast and desperate, but it had been real. They wanted each other and moved together naturally. She was already thinking about how they would do it next, and she wasn’t the least bit hungry. Dinner was defintely out.
As if reading her mind, Curtis spoke. “Want to skip dinner and go right to dessert?”
“That sounds perfect to me,” she replied. “I have a dozen ways I want you to take me in the next two days.”
For a while they were still, simply holding on tight to each other after having been so far apart for so long. They felt so right together.
In the fading light of the day Mazie wondered how she could ever leave Ben … and Curtis wondered how she couldn’t.
The End
One last story for the day , hope you all enjoy and I’ll be back tonight for somemore stories after work .
Chloe’s Sunday
Chloe was frustrated. Sexually frustrated. She hadn’t been fucked since she and boyfriend split up over a month ago. As she stirred in bed, too early to be awake on a Sunday morning, she wished there was a man lying next to her. She imagined how he would wake her up by gently tugging at her nipples, making them hard before licking and sucking on them. She would take hold of his swollen cock and moan at it’s hardness for her. Her fingers traced the line he would follow across her breasts and down to her pussy. She touched her pussy, feeling the moisture oozing out of her hot hole. She rubbed her clit, covering it with her juices. She imagined him doing the same, and could almost feel his cock teasing her pussy lips before plunging deep inside her. Her fingers pushed inside her, mimicking his actions. Her back arched, her breathing grew fast with desire pulsing through her. As she felt herself on the verge of tipping over the edge into orgasm the phone started to ring.
“Damn!” she breathed, relaxing back onto the mattress.
“Hi Chloe!” her friend’s voice rang down the line as Chloe answered the phone.
“It’s a bit early, Mel,” Chloe answered with a sigh.
“I’ve been up for hours and you promised you’d come and help.”
Chloe groaned inwardly as she remembered the promise she’d made to help Mel prepare for the huge barbeque she was holding in honour of her boyfriend’s, Chris’s, birthday.
“But it’s only just gone nine,” Chloe said as she checked the clock.
“I’ve got so much still to do!”
“Yes, but the barbecue doesn’t start until four, you’ve got hours,” Chloe reminded her.
“But everything has to be just perfect,” Mel cried.
Chloe knew she wouldn’t be able to get herself off the hook; Mel was one of those people who would never forgive herself, or Chloe as she had somehow been coerced into helping out, if everything didn’t go exactly to plan.
“OK, what can I do to help?” Chloe relented.
“Thanks, Chloe. I owe you.”
“Yes, you do,” said Chloe, still frustrated from her unachieved orgasm. “Are there any sexy men coming?” she asked doubtfully, expecting is would be just their usual crowd of friends invited.
“Well, don’t know if he’s sexy, but Chris has invited Nick, someone who’s just started working at his place. I think he’s single.”
“Probably just another computer geek,” said Chloe, thinking of Chris, who was lovely and he and Mel were really great together, but just not her type.
“Guess we’ll find out later. Anyway, I’ve got a shopping list for you if you wouldn’t mind stopping off at the shops on your way over.”
*
Chloe arrived at Mel’s and Chris’s place, a charming country cottage with a very large garden that Chloe loved. It had an immense lawn, bordered on two sides with beds of exotic plants and flowers. At the bottom of the lawn grew several huge, ancient trees, blocking the view of the rest of the enchanted forest-like garden beyond.
Chloe’s car was laden with several bags of shopping she had picked up on the way. She couldn’t believe that Mel had forgotten to buy so much, or more likely, she had just kept on adding to her idea of a perfect barbecue.
“Hi, Chloe. Great to see you!” Chris met Chloe at the car to help with the bags. “You look great!”
“Happy birthday, Chris and thanks,” Chloe replied, appreciative of the compliment, but having spent next to no time getting ready, she wasn’t sure it was warranted. Although she knew she was pretty, she viewed herself modestly and had little idea of how men would see her, dressed in a short, white, halter neck sundress that she had thrown on after her quick shower. The dress beautifully contained her breasts, showing a cleavage that most men would die for. Her long, dark hair made a stunning contrast against the whiteness of the dress.
“Hi, Mel,” called Chloe, as she and Chris entered the kitchen.
“At last,” sighed an agitated Mel.
“Calm down, I’m here now. What do you need me to do? We’ll get everything done in time,” Chloe reassured.
“Thanks, Chloe. You’re a life saver!”
*
All the preparation was complete. The salads were made, the meat marinated, the drinks cooling in the fridge. Mel was still in a state of anxiety and Chloe could tell that she’d probably be glad when the barbecue was over. Chloe was trying to relax, lying on a sun lounger with one of Mel’s fantastic cocktails. Now that all the work was done, her frustration at her interrupted orgasm returned. She almost couldn’t wait for the party to end so she could get home to her favourite vibrator.
People started to arrive, the music was turned up to full volume and the drink began to flow. Soon the smell of barbequed meat filled the warm summer air, mingling with the sweet-scented flowers in the garden. Chloe scanned the familiar crowd - mostly friends of Chris and Mel, along with a few of their work colleagues that Chloe had met at a previous party. She spotted Cathy and Ben, a newly-wed couple just back from their honeymoon.
“Hi, guys!” said Chloe. “Sorry I couldn’t make the wedding, family stuff… you know,” she apologised.
“Hi Chloe, no problem,” Ben replied.
“So, tell me all about the honeymoon,” Chloe said.
Cathy proceeded to bore Chloe with every detail, everything but what went on in the bedroom. From exactly how late the flight was to how fantastic the food was, including describing the colours of the cocktail umbrellas (purple to match the hotel décor). Chloe switched off, but managed the odd “Really” and “That sounds fantastic” so as not to appear rude. Her attention was elsewhere. Through the open patio doors of the cottage came Chloe’s dream. He was taller than average, well built, (Chloe was imagining running her hands over his muscular chest that there was a suggestion of through his tight shirt), with dark hair and dark eyes that drew you into his world. His eyes locked onto hers and she could feel the electricity that darted through the summer air between them sending tingling shivers of pleasure to her pussy.
Chloe longed to meet this mystery guy but she was too polite to extract herself from the conversation. She saw Chris approach him, shake his hand and introduce him to several people. Why weren’t they coming in her direction? He must be Chris’s new work colleague, Nick, but he was no computer geek.
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It was dark by the time Chloe was finally introduced to Nick, although they’d been sharing furtive glances for a couple of hours. Nick had been wanting to meet her since he’d arrived, her simple, relaxed sexiness had made her stand out from the crowd of people trying to impress one another. Chris had been a great host, introducing Nick to everyone, making sure he wasn’t uncomfortable fitting into his crowd of friends. But what Nick had really wanted was to meet this girl, not to chat to random strangers, most of whom he would never meet again.
“Chloe, come and meet Nick,” Chris beckoned her over to where they were standing. Chloe was grateful for an excuse to extract herself from the group she found herself with, they were chatting about the wonderful holidays they were to take later that year, to places Chloe would never be able to afford to go to.
“Hi, great to meet you,” Nick smiled at Chloe, shaking her hand.
“You too,” Chloe said unable to stop herself staring into his deep eyes as his touch sent shocks of passion through her.
They made flirtatious small talk for a while before Chris, feeling excluded from the conversation, left them on their own.
“This is an amazing garden,” Nick said. “Would you like to explore with me? As long as your not afraid of the dark, that is!” he teased indicating the inky blackness past the trees at the far end of the lawn.
I’d love to explore your body, Chloe was thinking.
“No, I’m not afraid of the dark!” Chloe retorted. “Come on, let’s go!” she said playfully, grabbing his hand.
She crossed the lawn and passed under the great trees at the far side. Chloe’s heart was racing with excitement. As they passed into the gloomy shadows of the trees, out of sight of the garden, Nick pulled Chloe to him and roughly kissed her. Chloe’s legs turned to jelly at the feel of his hard body pressing into her, his lips soft and warm on hers.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all evening,” Nick confessed as he pulled away from her and led her deeper into the trees.
“I’ve been wanting it too,” she admitted.
Suddenly they emerged into a small clearing. If it wasn’t for the sounds of music and laughter from the barbecue, Chloe could have imagined they were miles from anywhere in the middle of a dense forest. Nick leaned towards her and kissed her more gently this time, savouring the sweet taste of her lips and tongue. Kissing him back, Chloe responded with a small, involuntary moan. They lay down on the soft, warm grass; his body pressing down on hers, pinning her to the ground. He caressed her face as they kissed passionately.
“You’re amazing, your body’s so sexy,” Nick exclaimed
Chloe could feel the hard swell of Nick’s cock pressing into her as he moved his kisses down to her neck; blissful sensations spreading over her body. She kicked off her shoes and wrapped her legs around him. Nick kissed her again as he caressed her smooth thigh; pushing her dress up to her waist he then leant down to kiss the soft skin inside her thigh. His tender kisses stroked her skin with such heat and sensuality that Chloe thought she wouldn’t be able to wait much longer to feel his cock inside her.
His kisses teased the satiny skin around her thong and up over her toned stomach. Chloe tilted her head back, moaning softly as Nick’s expert fingers and lips continued to arouse her. She reached under his t-shirt and ran her hands over his smooth, hard chest. Nick broke his kisses and Chloe pulled his t-shirt off. She sat up and kissed and caressed his chest. Nick then pulled her dress over her head revealing her smooth, soft breasts with hardened, erect nipples. Staring admiringly at her breasts, he drew circles over their softness, then took a nipple between his fingers and gently pinched it and Chloe sighed in delight. He bent over her and took her other nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking over it with his tongue causing her to breathe faster.
“God, that feels fantastic!” Chloe declared.
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Chloe reached down and caressed Nick’s cock through his jeans, he felt big and her pussy was aching to feel him fucking her. She unbuttoned his jeans and freed his cock to fondle it. She was entranced by its size and began stroking up and down his length. She wanted to taste him, so lowered her head and ran her tongue lightly over the head of his cock. She licked him up and down, making his hardness wet and shiny in the moonlight while she caressed his balls. Nick moaned with her teasings, wanted to feel her sweet lips sucking him. She took his thickness into her mouth, sliding up and down his hard shaft, slowly at first, then increasing the speed. His hands were in her silky hair, holding her onto him as he felt the tingling sensations in his cock increasing. He had a huge desire to fuck her right then, but wanted to repay her for the fantastic blow job.
Nick eased out of the rest of his clothes then pinned Chloe back down on the grass. He kissed her, savouring her taste and teasing around her mouth with his tongue. He trailed his kisses down her neck and chest, pausing to suck each hard nipple in his mouth. He continued his kisses over her belly and down to the inside of her thighs before his tongue parted her pussy lips, lapping up her juices.
“You taste so good!” exclaimed Nick as she pressed her back into the ground, pushing her pussy up to his face and groaned at the exquisite sensations as he flicked his tongue over her clit. He sucked her clit hard, enjoying her inhibited response to his stimulation. She made little whining and groaning noises as the pleasure built up and spread over her body. He plunged his fingers into her dripping cunt and she came hard, all the pent up tension of her earlier unfulfilled orgasm being finally released.
“Oh God…yes…fuck me now!” she demanded hungrily.
Nick slowly and tantalisingly inched his cock into her hot pussy. Slowly at first, he thrust in and out of her, enjoying her tightness wrapping around his shaft. Chloe matched his rhythm, moaning once again as he played with her nipples with his tongue. They fucked harder, both breathing heavily, Chloe grabbed Nick’s arse, pulling him deeper into her. Their kisses were hot and passionate, their cries of exhilaration were unconstrained.
Nick’s thrusting became harder and Chloe wanted him never to stop. She felt so wild and invigorated, his cock stretching her pussy felt fantastic, mind-blowing. The tingling built up inside her pussy, she concentrated on her pleasure, delighting in the sublime bliss. Nick was close to coming, he savoured the eroticism of such a horny, unexpected fuck. As he pumped hard and deep into her, Chloe came again, groaning loudly. Her pussy throbbed around his cock and Nick shot his spunk deep into her.
“God, that was good!” exclaimed Nick.
“I wasn’t expecting today to be this much fun!” Chloe agreed.
They relaxed onto the grass, hot and breathless from their exertion.
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Mel noticed Chloe and Nick returning to the crowd and went over to them.
“Everything’s going really well, thanks to you, Chloe” Mel acknowledged, not noticing their post-coital flushes.
“I don’t think I’ve been to a more exciting barbecue,” Nick agreed, winking at Chloe and pinching her bum.
“Yep, I’ve had an amazing time,” Chloe giggled. “And now I’m starving, hope there’s some food left.”
Chloe left Nick and Mel chatting and went to get something to eat savouring what had turned out to be a fantastic Sunday.
The End
Sorry to keep you all waiting !
Here’s the first story for tonight ……..
What the Cab Driver Saw
My name’s Joe. I’ve been driving a cab in this town for over twenty years. I’ve had my share of memorable fares: College girls changing clothes in my cab, couples screwing, whores giving blow jobs, you know, the stuff you see on cable TV. But last week’s trip to Livia Street was one for the record books.
Willy, the bouncer at a downtown bar called Poppa O’Brien’s called me about 2 A.M. to tell me “the Boys” were ready to call it a night. I knew right away exactly who he was talking about.
Dave, Hank and Bill are three local business men, real go-getters who are closing in on their first millions as they approach their thirtieth birthdays. They’re married to their careers first and second to their college sweethearts that look like trophy wives are supposed to look. A year and a half ago all three couples bought houses on Livia Street, the local yuppie neighborhood and became famous for entertaining. I’d never get an invite to their parties, but I did plenty of business hauling the who’s whos home. The wives let their husbands have a “boy’s night out” every month and I frequently got them home safely. They were always good for a nice tip.
I pulled up at Poppa O’Brien’s Saloon and Willy opened the cab door for the boys. They were more wasted than I had ever seen them. Hank was out cold, with his arms around Dave & Bill who could barley stand up themselves. Willy poured them into the back seat, made sure no fingers were in the door and slammed it shut.
“303 Livia Shtreet” roared Bill.
“Naw, naw,” said Dave. “The wives are all at my place. 305 driver…”
“Yer plashe? Water they doin’ at yer plashe?” drooled Bill.
“Din’t Angie tole you? They were gonna break open a bottle of merlot, watch chick flick videoshs, do each others toe nails and talk about us!”
“Oh yeah, I remember, they w’ havin’ a slumber party!. Driver, 305!”
“Yes, sir” I said.
“Hey, Dave, how we gonna get Hank in?” Bill slobbered. I don’t think I can carry him all the way to the door."
“I’ll go in and get my wheelbarrow…” moaned Dave.
I thought “This should be worth seeing.”
A few minutes and two choruses of their college fight song later we pulled up in front of 305 Livia. Dave stumbled up the walk to the well lit porch and stopped to fumble with his keys. As he tried to put the key into the keyhole the door opened from inside and I got a look at DiAnne, Dave’s wife. “Holy Shit in a brick outhouse” doesn’t quite describe her: The see-through white nightie gave me a good look at her 38DD’s but only for a second.
“Honey, are you alri…Oh my God” she gasped as he fell past her, close enough for his breath to repulse her. They disappeared into the house and the sounds were enough for me to imagine what happened next.
“EEEEK!”
“No, no! Don’t worry. He’s too drunk to notice us.”
“Dave! What are you doing? Not on the rug, damn it!”
Dave staggered out the front door pushing a wheelbarrow, Halfway down the walk he tripped and went face first into the monkey grass edging. Dianne ran out and dropped to her knees next to him, obviously so worried that she didn’t notice me, Damn, that see through nightie looked good on her! I didn’t get a really good look, though, because two more beauties ran past her to their fallen soldiers in my back seat.
Sue had her light brown hair tied back in a French braid. Her pink silk nightgown hung just far enough past her behind to make me wonder if she was wearing panties under it. I didn’t get much of a look at her body as she climbed into the back seat yelling “Hank! Hank, talk to me!” She put her hands on his cheeks and turned his face close to hers to see if he was breathing. Instead of being disgusted by the whiskey on his breath she just wrapped her arms around him and whimpered “Thank God! You’re OK!” This was all lost on Bill, who broke into another chorus of the college fight song.
We were rescued from Bill’s singing by Angie who had run around my cab to the driver’s side. Obviously, we had interrupted some secret female grooming ritual because her short hair was wet with some kind of jell that dripped onto her bare shoulders and trickled down to her black tube top that barely covered her itty bitty breasts. The only other piece of clothing on her was a pair of Valentine’s Day panties that were at least a size too small, even on her toned and trim body. Bill saw her and stopped singing to proclaim his undying love and ask her to be the mother of his children. Angie humored him: “Oh yes, Bill, please come to my bed and mount me like a stallion!” I couldn’t hold the laugh back anymore and snorted loudly. Even Sue burst out laughing, still wrapped around her guy.
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Well, in a few seconds the girls figured out that Dave could wait on the grass while Dianne brought the wheelbarrow over to the cab and helped Sue pull Hank into it. The two of them pushed the barrow toward Sue’s house and disappeared into it. Angie helped Bill out on to the street side and pulled his arm over her shoulders. He made an attempt to fondle her breasts with his other hand but missed and touched her washboard abdominal muscles.
“Damn, girl, you ‘r’ in great shape” he drawled as she lead him toward their house, her ass making the hearts on her panties seem to jump up and down.
Dave had recovered from his fall enough to start yelling “DiAnne! DiAnne!” I hadn’t seen DiAnne come back but she appeared next to him. After all the commotion I finally got a good look at her and what she was, or should I say was not wearing. Her shoulder length black curls framed an angelic face and drew attention down to her white shoulders and the spaghetti straps of her wisp of clothing. The nightie floated over her tits and stopped high enough to show her pierced navel ruby. The matching panties were equally see through and even under the street light’s monochrome glow I could see her dark pubes as she approached her man and squatted down.
“I love you DiAnne” Dave slobbered from the ground as he tried to roll toward her.
“I know Baby, but right now I need your wallet to pay the driver.” She rolled him far enough to reach his hip pocket and pulled his wallet out
“Don’t be gone long shweetheart” Dave growled as she walked toward my window. As she turned toward me at the front bumper she pulled her hair back out of her face and her eyes told me she recognized me from one of their parties.
“Oh, I’m glad it’s you, Mister, uh, …”
“Joe” I finished her sentence for her. “I was here after some of your parties to take your guests home.”
“Yeah, that’s why I know you won’t spread this all over town.” She pulled two fifty dollar bills out of Dave’s wallet and offered it to me.
“Don’t worry, ma’m, I know better than to blab” I said taking the cash. “I hope he survives the hangover in the morning. They’ll really have to pay the piper!”
“Oh, they’ll have to pay more than the piper for this” she snarled, then flashed an evil smile at me. I could tell she had something planned for Dave by the sharks circling in her eyes.
“Good night Joe.” She walked on past my window and around the back of the cab and up the walk. I got a great view of her backside as she bent down to offer Dave a hand up. But poor Dave couldn’t get up so she stepped past him and looked back at him. He crawled on his hands and knees to follow her into the house. As she closed the door I radioed the dispatcher that I was available again.
The End
A Letter To My Lover
My Darling,
I find it more difficult than I imagined it would be to be separated from you. The worst part is not being able to pick up the phone and hear your soft, sweet voice in my ear.
They say write about what you know. This may be familiar. I hope it makes you smile, I hope it makes you wet, I hope it makes you remember…
I remember every second of it. Played and replayed in my mind over and over. The inability to shut it off is fitting as the same sense of ’not being in control’ was there at the time. Hell, it was there every time!
I remember driving over and thinking how much I enjoyed looking at you, or talking to you, or quite simply, your company, and then all too soon, there you were. There you were looking at me, smiling at me, walking towards me. That’s when the control would start to slip and it was something different each time. The twitch of your hip, the rustle of your blouse and skirt against skin that only I knew was bare underneath, a playful twist to your smile. I’d look at you head-to-toe and then back up again.
I remember a feeling being turned on like a switch inside. Thoughts of talking to you or moments in your company were slowly fading away and being replaced by more base curiosities…wondering if you were wet already, if that little bluish mark my teeth had left on your hip had faded away…
All this and I still had a small amount of control; all the way up until you touched me I could still feel a little in control. Then you would step into my arms and my hands would go to you hips, yours round my neck, my arms would gently slide around your waist. I’d feel the soft fabric against your skin.
Leaning in to kiss you, your smell would assault me. Your perfume was always light. I would always inhale deeply, peeling off the layers of scent. Perfume, lotion, shampoo, bath soap and then YOU. Your scent like roses and caramel, light and heady at the same time.
Before the thought would finish I was yours and you knew it and I loved it! My hand moving from your hip to the back of your neck, fingers deep in your soft hair. My mouth at yours, my lips pressing yours, parting them, feeling the light tease of your tongue and chasing it with mine. You press your body to mine and even through our clothes I feel your heat.
Always the same thought comes to mind. “How?” Do I take you the way my heart wants? Slowly, lovingly, intimately? Or do I take you the way my body wants? Hard, possessive, physical? Do I show you how much I love you? Or do I show you how much I want to fuck you?
You press forward again as I pinch your lip between my teeth. You kiss me with more urgency and I pull you against me, firmly pressing my hard cock to your heat. I kneel, unbuckling your heels. You step out of them as my hands wander up your calves. We move to the bed, you sit on the edge and I stand in front of you. You gather my shirt at my waist and begin to slide it up my chest. I lean forward and let you pull it over my head, my arms slowly sliding out last. I stand there a moment allowing your hands to move over my skin. You’ve come to know it well.
I close my eyes and let myself react to your touch, kicking my shoes off in the process. My chest tightens as your nails lightly rake over my skin, it is my turn to quiver and shudder.
You know every tender scar, every tattoo, every muscle, and every mark on my body. You pause a moment at the tattoo on my shoulder and circle it with your nails. There is no judgment here, no criticism, only acceptance of who I am and where I have been.
I move forward, pressing you back onto the bed. Slowly moving on top of you, I open your blouse exposing your breasts and I kiss them and flick my hot tongue over your hard nipples. I gently, but firmly roll them between my teeth; first one, and then the other. Desire gets the best of me and I playfully nibble a nipple just a bit too hard. You groan and cry out, I love those sounds! I nuzzle against them, the hair of my goatee softly brushing over your breasts, your neck and cheek.
You inhale deeply, smelling my scent. You are aware only of my hands slipping your skirt over your hips and off you. My eyes don’t leave your body as I toss it behind me. You shrug out of your blouse and lay naked before me. I feast on you with my eyes and the curve of your breasts and hips, flat, taught stomach, my fingertips follow my eyes down your neck, over your breasts and stomach and then pausing just over your pussy and then down both of your legs.
You groan in pleasure as I roughly spread your legs. Your body jerks from both my sudden movement and the jolt of pleasure that rushed through you. Your pussy is waxed smooth and I love it! I love the way it looks and feels and tastes. I hold your legs apart and kiss and nibble and lick my way down your body. I gently kiss the soft outer lips of your pussy and a soft moan escapes your parted lips. My tongue flicks out to explore and your whole core contracts at its touch. I press my mouth firmly against you. My tongue rolls and flicks into you as I slowly lap up your juices.
A single thought goes through my head. “God, I love the way this woman tastes!” I search out your clit with my tongue; teasing it with the tip and making you squirm and groan. You feel my hands roaming over your body and your open yourself, flinging out your arms and spreading your les, giving yourself over to my touch completely. Your orgasm builds as my tongue flicks back and forth repeatedly over your clit and the soft feeling of my mouth and goatee against your pussy is exquisite!
You feel my hands move beneath you grasping, kneading and spreading your ass as my hot mouth presses on you. My fingertips brush back and forth feeling the softness of your skin below your pussy and all the way to your anus as I suck your clit. I sense your orgasm coming…
I suck rhythmically at your clit and slowly ease my wet index finger into your hot tight ass, moving it in and out slowly and like glass being shattered your orgasm breaks! You grab fistfuls of the sheets as your thighs quiver and your core shudders. Your pussy contracts at my tongue and I lap up the flood of juices you produce. After a few moments your orgasm begins to subside but you are still racked with the little aftershocks as I continue to touch you here and there, still swiping at your clit with my tongue.
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