Fucking Black Leather
The smell of his jacket intoxicated me. I grabbed at his sleeve, tugging his powerful body in my direction. “Please,” I begged him. “I’ve got to be fucked by a biker. It’s my only fantasy. I can’t get off on any other kind of fucking. Please.”
The heavily muscled man sneered as he looked up and down my small slim body. I don’t have much of a figure, but I was wearing a pink sundress that was scanty enough to show that I didn’t have a single tattoo anywhere.
“Go back to teaching Sunday-school class,” he snorted.
However did he know that? I shook my head – it wasn’t important now. I was tired of just fantasizing about the taste and feel of sweaty leather. I had to have it on top of me, crushing my body, pumping into my mouth and my pussy. There was only one way to make him take me seriously.
I kicked off my candy-pink sandals and reached around back to undo the multiple buttons of the sundress. Dropping the soft cotton to the ground, I stood in front of him totally naked, my bare feet stinging against the coarse gravel of the parking lot.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, missy,” he said. “Get out of here before my brothers come out of the bar.”
“I d-do know what I’m asking for.” I trembled, but I grabbed for the hard lump slung on the left side of his heavy black leather pants. I massaged it roughly with my hand, then bent and tried to lick it. The leather had probably never been dry-cleaned, and it smelled and tasted of the road. After that, there was no reason why the biker should have exercised any restraint whatsoever.
Scooping me into his arms, he carried me off the gravel lot and over to a stretch of grass nearby. He lowered me to the ground, undid his leather fly, and whipped out his cock through the opening. It was much bigger and a much darker shade of purple than even my fantasies had shown me.
“Can you handle something this size?” he asked me, still sneering at me.
I didn’t really know, but I was desperate to try, so I gulped and nodded at him. I pulled him down onto my body and wrapped my legs desperately around his leather-covered form. The sun was in my eyes, but I didn’t care. The weight of the heavily muscled biker’s body began to pound me into the turf. His huge dick was sliding into my pussy, expanding it on the inside, stretching muscles I didn’t know I had. Just as I had climbed the plateau to my first orgasm ever with a man, I heard voices as several other bikers exited from the bar.
“Well, look at this,” said one.
“Shitfire,” said another. “We’re only in town ten minutes, and Frankie’s already found himself a slut.”
My eyes were closed, but I could hear the sounds of men shuffling their boots around me and the sharp ripping sounds of zippers coming open. When I blinked them open again, there were a dozen cocks silhouetted against the bright sky. Like Frankie, they’d left on their leather jeans and just pulled their hard-ons out through the pissholes in their protective riding pants. Perfect.
The smell of sweaty leather was thick in the air, and then it was suddenly mingled with the sour-salty smell of Frankie’s sudden ejaculation. I screamed, unashamed to realize that I was coming at the same moment, coming as hard as he was.
He’d barely staggered away from my jism-filled cunt when the next biker climbed on me. He wasn’t as gentlemanly as Frankie. None of them were. Why should they be? They hadn’t seen me in the pink sandals, the sundress. All they’d seen were my pale legs grappling Frankie’s leather pants, my heels pulling his ass to me with every thrust of his huge cock.
I got into the gang-bang fantasy with a vengeance, rocking and rolling under biker after biker, coming with or without them. I had always known that I could achieve multiple orgasms if only I could smell the thick nasty scent of come-stained leather in my nostrils while I did it.
There were twelve, maybe thirteen of them, and each one took his turn in my cunt or my mouth or both. I licked and sucked their dicks with wild enthusiasm as the smell of unwashed leather and unwashed male penetrated my nose from only a few inches away, until I couldn’t tell whether I was gagging from the smell or from the cock down my throat. I had some of my best orgasms that way without so much as a fingertip on my clit.
Finally, Frankie came back for a second round in my pussy. This fuck lasted the longest, because I was so sloppy wet, and he’d already gotten off once before, that there was barely enough friction to keep him going. But he was persistent, banging me between my sore thighs with his long, thick cock until finally we both exploded in the biggest and best mutual orgasm of the day.
The men I go on occasional dates with think I’m cold and uninterested in sex. But they’d have quite a different image of me if they’d seen me in the grass outside the biker’s bar that day. I know I shouldn’t ever go back – but the memories of the taste of Frankie’s leather are beginning to haunt my dreams every night. I know that I’ll return there to suck and fuck black leather again and again – and again.
The End
Tell Me Your Fantasy
Hands: How are you feeling?
K: Horny.
Hands: Then why don’t you go upstairs and put a pillow over your face while the rabbit fucks that hot pussy?
K: I could.
Hands: Yes, you could.
K: I might.
Hands: No, you need to just do it. March yourself upstairs and get yourself off.
K: You do realize it’s you I’ll be fantasizing about while you do that.
Hands: Yes. You can tell me all about it afterward. E-mail me and tell me your fantasy. Are you going?
K: Yes.
Hands: Good. ttyl.
To: Hands
From: K
Subject: My Fantasy
I DP’ed myself. I put in a butt plug and lay on my back so I could fuck my pussy with the rabbit. I think I’d rather try that with a butt plug and a cock, or a cock in my ass and the rabbit in my pussy, but this was pretty damn good too.
When I started to slide the rabbit inside my pussy, I begged you to fuck me. (Very quietly… I am capable of being quiet, believe it or not.) The sensation of having something in my pussy and my ass at the same time was intense. And then I started to fantasize:
You move the rabbit in and out of my pussy, like the night you gave it to me. As you fuck me with it, you slide your cock between my lips. I lick and suck your cock, and the feeling of the rabbit inside me makes me moan and gasp. I handle your balls while I suck you.
The vibration of the rabbit and the excitement of hearing you as I suck you soon make me come. You withdraw the rabbit from my pussy and change position so that you can go down on me while you fuck my mouth. Your tongue finds my clit then you close your lips and suck my clit. While you lick and suck me, you take hold of the butt plug and fuck my ass with it.
I lick up and down your shaft, then down to your balls. You release my clit and slide your tongue along my slit, to thrust it inside me. After a couple minutes of this, I come once again. I take your cock back into my mouth and suck harder, wanting you to come in my mouth but at the same time hoping you don’t, because I want you to fuck me now. If you come, I would suck you back to hardness, but that would take time, and my pussy aches to feel your long, thick cock fucking hard now!
But my pussy will have to wait a little longer, as you release your hot cum into my mouth. You lie on your back and wait for me to clean you and make you hard again. I start to remove the butt plug, but you stop me, telling me, “Leave it in so you’ll be ready when I fuck your ass.”
I stroke your cock and it twitches, beginning to harden again. Lightly, I lick it, and it hardens more. “Suck me,” you tell me, and I do, taking your cock in my mouth again. I feel it grow as I suck.
Finally it’s fully hard, and I beg you, “Fuck me!”
“What should I fuck first?” you ask. “Your pussy or your ass?”
“My pussy. Please fuck my pussy!”
You kneel in front of me, my legs on your shoulders, and with one hard thrust you bury your cock inside me. I’m filled again, your cock in my pussy, the plug in my ass, and the sensation brings me almost to the edge. But you tease me, fucking me with long, slow strokes that feel incredible but don’t allow me to orgasm. “Harder,” I say. “Please, fuck me harder!”
You oblige, pulling your cock almost completely out, then ramming it back in so hard I gasp. As you keep fucking me hard, I moan and whimper, feeling my orgasm build until I finally explode with pleasure, crying your name. You pull out of my pussy and tell me, “Turn over.”
I get onto my hands and knees, and you pull the plug out of my ass. Your cock is soaked with my juices, so wet you barely need lube, but you use a little on my asshole anyway to ease your passage. You start to slide your cock in, slowly so that my ass will open for you, since your cock is bigger than the plug.
But once you’re fully inside my ass, you fuck it hard, as hard as you fucked my pussy. It feels strange to me, uncomfortable, but so pleasurable I barely notice the discomfort. “Play with yourself,” you tell me.
I reach down and finger my clit as you keep fucking my ass. You pick up the rabbit and push it back into my pussy; I can feel it against your cock through the membrane that separates them. The double penetration is so intense I scream; you respond by fucking me even harder, until I come so hard I feel like I’m going to black out. Again I scream your name. A moment later, you fill my ass with your cum.
The End
The Shower
The shower door slides open and he steps inside; she is not startled, she senses him even as her eyes are closed. The fragrance of her body wash is heady as he stands behind her nibbling her neck. She melts, sighing as he kisses and sucks her nape. He moves his mouth to her shoulders, she quivers with wanting.
The warm water cascades over her perfect curvy body as he moves in closer he places his hands on her hips.
Gently he slides his right hand around her and caresses her beautiful round belly; god she’s lovely, every inch of her. She is magnificent; young, eager and full of sexual abandon.
With eyes still closed she smiles and washes those big beautiful breasts of hers; he brings his hand up and cups one of them, but his hand cannot accommodate their magnificent bounty. She adds her hand and together they push it up to her mouth as she takes the nipple and sucks on it. She feels his hard cock against the crease of her plump ass and remembers what nasty things they did last night. She smiles again and hopes that this will lead to a repeat performance.
Pulling her back against him, she leans on his body; a sensual “MMMM” comes from her lips as he takes the right nipple and gently tweaks it, pulls it and flicks it. Her nipples reacting to the water now become harder; as he becomes harder from watching her.
His other hand curves around her hips across that wondrous belly heading to her mound. His fingers travel through the silken locks of her brown neatly trimmed bush as she moans as sign of assent that he should continue.
Parting her outer lips, his finger slips in with little effort. Is it the water that has made her so, or is it her own wetness. He feels a slicker fluid in her and he leans down to nuzzle her neck again. She giggles like a little girl and shrugs her shoulders at the way his beard and moustache tickle her. But soon that changes as a second finger enters her cleft and she reacts more like a woman, letting out a moan of pleasure and desire.
Moving her away from the direct spray of the water he turns her and leans her against the cool tiles of the shower. He whispers something into her ear, and she nods her head in agreement as her breath becomes more labored and shallow.
Kneeling before her he places his mouth on her, slowly licking her outer mound as his fingers massage her wet pussy. He breathes a little heavy too as he is aroused by her taste and smell. She begins to caress her breasts and starts to play with her now turgid nipples.
The way he licks her is like an ice cream cone, slowly savoring each taste. Probing her with his tongue she squirms slightly wanting it deeper inside her. Moving one hand off herself she runs her fingers through his hair and tugs it gently pushing him deeper into her now soaking wet sex. He increases the pace of his licks and toys with the area around her clit. Her moans are louder and she starts begging him to eat her pussy. He does, and she parts her legs wider to give him more room to maneuver.
That evil, wicked tongue that flayed her last night is there again, with quick staccato flicks her clit awakens and starts to twitch a little. Her moans now turn into begs for him to use it on her clit more; he obliges, first with a slow circling motion and then with quick flicks over the hood he coaxes it to become nub hard. That lovely wicked tongue has a mind of its own and plays down there with wild recklessness. She moans again, and points her toes standing on them. He sees her arch up and he pushes in deeper tasting the velvety cream of sex that is flowing from her.
“This is so hot” she thinks, “and he’s so hot”; she wants this to go on and on but she knows at some point she’ll cum. She grips his hair harder and pushes her pussy into his face. He lets out a moan as she looks down their eyes lock. Her breathing is now shallower and she is gazing into his eyes seeing the lust building within.
His right hand strokes his cock, and with his left he reaches up and grabs her right nipple again rolling it firmly in the grasp of his thumb, index and middle fingers. She is in heaven all this attention, all this lust for her; looking down again she locks eyes with him and now sees that he is determined to make her cum. She nods her head telling him to go for it she’s been teetering on the edge for a while.
As his slow licks are countered with quick flicks, she rises on tip-toe again pushing her hips up and down fucking that tongue that’s driving her crazy. Her head swims, visions come and go; visions of him, of her and him, of her alone masturbating while reading his scorching e-mails, cumming like a dirty little girl, her roommate walking in on them. She smiles at that one, it hasn’t happened - yet. She wishes it would; she’d watch as he ate out her roommate and maybe they would have a torrid three-way. It has been a fantasy of hers to be with him and another woman and he’s just so dirty that he would probably go for it.
Her resistance wanes and now both hands are in his hair pushing her hip, grinding them into his sweet face. That goatee and moustache tickling all the right places, she bears down one more time as he pushes his tongue deep into her pink mound. With a low groan she comes. Steadying herself against the tiled wall she lets the orgasm wash over her as she calls his name and growls a few yeses. As she cums, he takes his hands and gently rakes the fingertips over her thighs. It heightens the sensations and causes her to buck wildly. He holds her thighs to steady her and as a few aftershocks roll through making her body twitch she lets out a hearty laugh and looks down at him with appreciative eyes.
The quaking subsides and her rises to his feet. Draping her arms around him she kisses him tasting her juices on his face; it tastes so sweet and she laps it all up. Her eyes glance down at his engorged fat cock. Now it will be his turn, she takes a good portion of the scented body wash and rubs it through her hands. Standing behind him she gets on her knees and reaches between his legs and goes up finding that mass of cockflesh. Curling her fingers around his stiff manhood the body wash makes for an excellent lube and her hand glides effortlessly along the shaft. He breathes heavy and leans his head back. Standing facing the shower head he braces himself with one hand on the wall. She giggles as the water flowing over him makes the body wash on his shaft lather and her hand slides with more ease. She tells him it’s OK if he shoots, he’s probably aroused from the wild oral he performed on her and she wants to see him cum.
Moaning, his cock grows fatter in her hand and she wonders whether she might not enjoys a morning “taste”. Maneuvering around him she kneels in front of him, taking her beautiful tongue she flicks the head and takes just a little of it in her mouth. He wants to fuck her mouth, explode in it. She wants to prolong the agony just a bit longer and get a full load.
Her mouth takes in the head and she swirls her talented tongue around it; sucking some of the pre-cum form his slit she uses it and her spit to lube it. With her right hand she moves up and down the shaft in a corkscrew motion. He groans and starts to breathe heavier. A little more of his rigid mass disappears in her mouth and then some more until finally the she’s down to his base.
Suppressing her need to gag she holds him there and slowly releases him. At this point he’s hard as a rock and she sets to work. Licking the shaft and then the balls her ministrations cause him to plead for release. Looking wickedly into his eyes she swallows him again and again sucking that delicious cock. She’s begging, pleading for his release in her warm, wet waiting mouth by her actions and he is so close.
Sensing it, she flicks her tongue over the head rapidly; as she does so his balls draw up. He tenses, his hips buck and the first pulse of relief breaks through. She takes the head in her mouth and feels the warm sweet ooze hit her in the back of her mouth. She knows he’s not done yet; opening her mouth just a bit she takes him down to his base again as another massive torrent pours in. Her eyes close as she revels in what she’s done. Gently squeezing his balls a final spurt leaves him.
There is so much that some drips out of her pretty mouth and onto her big beautiful breasts. A slight trickle curls in the corner of her lips. Standing up she uses her middle finger to wipe up the cum in the corner of her lips and licks the fingertip clean. She looks slyly at where it landed on her tits, seeing that one glob is by the nipple she pushes the nipple to her mouth and sucks it off. The other dollop is in her cleavage, with two fingers she scoops it up and swallows it.
They stand there holding each other, kissing passionately, laughing and smiling. Stepping out of the shower he wraps a towel around her. This is what she loves, the pampering after; he dries her, of course occasionally “slipping” the terrycloth into or over a sensitive place. She giggles, and sighs and purrs, as he dries her breasts, he takes extra time on her large still stiff nipples. She’s aroused again and looking at him with those amazing brown eyes takes his hand. She tells him that it’s Saturday and they’re going back to bed they’re staying home all day to laugh, to be lazy and to fuck.
The End
Seducing Osamu
She was drinking her usual ice mocha at the local Starbucks when she noticed a guy in the corner talking on his cell phone. Her lip curled a bit. She drank him in deeply as she sucked her coffee through the straw. She noted his slightly long pure black hair that obscured her view of his eyes. He was bowing emphatically, uttering a rapid stream of apologies, as if the person on the line could see as well as hear him. The cute cowering underling, she mused. Good little salaryman. She undressed him with her eyes, still sucking on the coffee. As her brain switched from observation mode to predatory mode, her tongue snaked around the straw as she pulled the cold liquid into her mouth. Because she was so focused on him, she was rather unaware of the action.
He continued apologizing for what seemed like eternity. She thought “These damn Japanese have more words for ‘sorry’ than the Inuit have for snow.” Finally he hung up, stashed his stylish black cell in his equally stylish bag. That done, his shoulders slumped slightly and he looked down at his polished square-toed shoes. She waited for her moment to move in.
She judged him to be about late twenties early thirty-ish, unmarried, probably overworked with a shitty salary. Probably can’t understand a lick of English.
He looked up, shook his head and now she could see his eyes that were a nice dark brown, just a touch lighter than the usual black color. She saw him see her as she continued her unabashed staring. Watched him as he perceived her Caucasian features, her ample bust, her soft hips. He looked away so as not to be obvious. But she continued staring, not giving a damn whether she was obvious or not. That was her cue, his gesture of temerity. Quickly, she rose from her seat.
Just a few strides and she was standing before him. He pretended to read the business magazine in front of him. Pretended he could not see the foreign girl towering over his corner table.
“Hello,” she said to him, in English. “How are you today?”
“Eeeh~?” He uttered in terror and confusion at the foreign tongue, lowering the magazine. His eyes resembled that of a frightened woodland creature as he was forced to acknowledge her presence. Having produced the desired effect, she smirked, though to him it probably resembled a friendly smile.
“How. Are. You. Today?” she repeated in a condescendingly slow manner. It was the wicked English teacher to the struggling student.
He blinked, eyes taking in her heeled feet, the hem of her skirt before looking up at her face again.
“Ore..sono….anou….I…I amu fine” he stuttered. “Sorry…no English.”
She grinned at him more widely, knowing that probably scared him to death as much as speaking English. Okay, I guess I’ll give the guy a little break, she thought. Of course, she wanted to scare him, but not enough to make him run…She addressed him in Japanese.
“Gomen ne…My name is Sandra. What is your name?”
“Neyagawa to moushimasu. Yoroshiku onegai itashimasu.” he said, bowing stiffly in his seat, speaking very formally. He was still nervous as hell, but obviously relieved to be back on more familiar ground.
“Nice to meet you, too, Neyagawa.” she said to him casually, “But I would like to call you by your first name.”
Ah yes. It is usual with foreign people, isnt it. Then, you can call me Osamu.`
Osamu. I like that name. she said.
Thank you. he said, beginning to relax a little. Wont you sit down?`
Oh, thank you. she said,taking the proffered seat. My card, she said, handing him her highly stylized personal business card. One side was in English, the other in Japanese.
He was clearly impressed as he took the card. Wow. So you own a erm...novelty shop?
Yes, she said. Basically it was a product of my homesickness...you see, I created a store that sells everything I ever missed from America that I cant get in Japan easily.`
For example?
Well, things like Velveeta shells and cheese, root beer, fuzzy dice, tacky Budweiser paraphernalia.
Sounds interesting. he said politely, tucking the business card carefully into his special meishi carrier and pulling out one of his own. She looked at it briefly. He was a web designer. Typical.
Are you off work for the day? she asked.
Yes, he said, sounding relieved.
Would you like to go out for a drink?
Really? You want to go with me? Why? Dont you have a cool foreign boyfriend or something?`
No. I dont have a boyfriend, a husband, or a lover. So will you go or not?she glanced at her watch.Hurry up and say yes or no. Ive no time to stroke your feeble Japanese ego.
She noticed him swallow. Could nearly hear the gears in his head turning rapidly, the thudding of his heart. Yes. Ill go.` he said.
Ok. Let s go` she said, pulling him out of his seat. Hastily she paid the bill and dragged him out of the coffee house.
Where are we going?` Osamu asked her, wondering why he had agreed to this crazy proposal.
Karaoke box, Sandra told him tersely.
But I cant sing,` he whined.
Oh you dont need to worry about THAT,` she grinned.
He nodded, perhaps not deriving much meaning from her words.
The rest of the way they walked in silence side by side. When they arrived at the karaoke box, the worker at the counter darted a quick look at the pair. She thought they were a goodlooking, if unusual couple. She addressed Osamu, wondering whether the attractive foreign woman could understand Japanese.
How many hours? the worker asked in a bored tone.
But Osamu wasn`t sure, so he darted a questioning look at Sandra.
Just one hour is okay. Sandra piped up brightly.
Ok, the worker said. Soft drink bar is included in the price. We have a special alcohol nomihoudai course for just 1000yen
Well take it,` said Sandra.
I cant drink so much,` Osamu complained.
But Sandra ignored him, taking the basket that the counter girl handed her. It contained a food and drink menu and the standard portable plastic-wrapped microphones.
Their box was on the fourth floor so they had to use the elevator.
They entered the small room with its leather couch and gaudy wall-paper. In front of the couch was a large TV with the karaoke system situated beneath. Sandra grabbed the electronic device that you use to select a song and began browsing.
Order some drinks she commanded Osamu. 2 shouchus on the rocks.
Its too strong for me.
Are you a sissy? she asked him sweetly.
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No. he insisted and picked up the receiver to order the drinks. Despite himself he found himself ordering 2 shouchus on the rocks.
Sandra had chosen to sing some older American song that had a catchy swing tune. He liked her voice. It was rather deeper than most Japanese women and she had a mild vibrato. Osamu sipped his drink thoughtfully as he listened to her. The shouchu tasted terrible as he knew it would and it burned in his throat. He forced himself to drink it anyway and began to stare at Sandra`s big breasts as she sang. They were mesmerizing. He had never been so close to a woman with such large round breasts. He wanted to bury his head in them.
Suddenly a conflicting feeling arose. Why was he thinking such dirty things? Sandra probably was nt interested in letting his hands touch those magnificent globes. Wasnt interested in letting him lick her hard nipples. Yes…if you looked very closely you could see the outline of her nipples through that maddening shirt. Were they hard because it was a bit chilly in the room?
Mind dulled a bit by the strong alcohol he realized that her song had finished several moments ago. Her blue eyes locked with his.
What are you looking at? she purred, leaning forward slightly and raising a dark eyebrow.
He was stunned at her motion as it made her breasts all the more visible. Then she came even closer. He realized self-consciously that his pants were feeling a bit constricting in a very important area. She drew near to his face and he could smell something sweet and spicy. Maybe her shampoo or perfume. He couldn`t identify the scent but it suited her.
She was whispering in his ear, Are you looking at my tits, Osamu? After she uttered his name he felt the slight wetness of the tip of her tongue graze his earlobe. He shuddered with longing. He was a little afraid he would explode in his pants, thereby disgracing himself for life.
N-No...Im not looking at your tits` he lied lamely.
Yes you were. she said. What a nasty boy you are. Well, now you are going to lick them until I tell you to stop. And before he could react, she pulled her black knit shirt over her head and discarded it on the couch.
Take off my bra, she demanded, turning her back to him so he could find the clasp. He began to reach for it uncertainly with his trembling hands.
Not like THAT! she snapped, slapping his hand away. You will do it with your teeth.
What? he asked, surprised.
Just do it, you little sissy boy!
He sighed and lowered his head to the clasp. He tried to unfasten it. Failed. Tried again. Failed. Finally, on the third try he prevailed. For an extra flourish, he took the straps in his teeth and pulled them one by one off her white shoulders. Finally the bra fell away, baring the glorious tits to his eyes. He stared at them, marveled at the rosy color of her nipples. The color matched the slight blush of her face.
You are so beautiful, he breathed,hardly able to contain himself.
Glad you like it, she said dispassionately, pulling an elegant patterned handkerchief from her purse. To his surprise she folded it into a neat rectangle and tied it, blindfold style over his eyes.
Now I want you to order us more drinks.
But I-
Shut up and do as I say. You are not to speak unless I tell you otherwise.
`Meekly he moved to follow her command. He stumbled towards the phone, groped like a blindman along the wall. She grinned, enjoying seeing him stumbling around for her sake.
She was ONLY just beginning.
Osamu leapt to obey his harsh mistress. Somehow, he found the phone receiver after some awkward groping. “Two shochus, please” he said into the mouthpiece.
“Ok, right away” the voice on the other end replied with annoying perkiness. Before successfully hanging up, he dropped the receiver. It made a loud clatter. Ashamed, he picked it up and set it properly back in place.
“ahhh…” Osamu heard soft moans escaping Sandra’s lips. His already hard dick stiffened to its maximum length. He wondered exactly what she was doing with her pretty white hands. One of his own hands began rubbing the throbbing shaft through his pants. In the space of darkness between his eyes and the handkerchief, he was entertaining some pretty vivid images of himself and Sandra in various explicit positions.
He heard the sound of her heeled feet approaching. She grabbed him by the slightly long hair at the nape of his neck. “Now don’t go doing that” she growled. “You’ll only get frustrated.” She slapped his hand away with her free hand. Then he felt her fingers graze the belt of his pants, heard the jingling of the buckle as she freed him from his bondage. Fiercely, she yanked his crisp black pants down so that they pooled around his ankles. His legs were dark, well-toned, and nearly hairless. Angrily his cock pulsed and strained against his dark maroon underwear. From the waist up, he was still wearing his clean white collared shirt. Deciding she had to see more of his skin, she opened three buttons of his shirt, pausing to play with his luscious-looking little dark brown nipples as they were exposed. He moaned throatily as she did that. Crushing her tits against his chest, she felt how warm and soft his body was. She moaned at the decadent velvet texture of his skin. How deliciously helpless he looked with his clothing all askew and his beautiful blindfolded face and gasping lips! She bent her head to his long graceful neck and tasted of the little spot where his neck joined his shoulder. She used her tongue and her teeth. Of course, his pulse was racing and this added to the heat of her passion. After lavishing attention upon the exquisite neck, she longed for his mouth. Claiming him with fervor, her tongue found its way into his mouth. He made no attempt to resist her invasion and actually she found his tongue caressing hers quite willingly. At some point the blindfold fell off, wafting forgotten to the floor. She moaned with pleasure into his mouth. Her nipples were rock-hard against his chest while she could feel the soid pressure of his erection pressing against her. Meanwhile, his lips were as soft as his dick was hard. All of his wonderful textures were driving her wild!
However, Sandra and Osamu were so enjoying each other they had no idea that the door to the karaoke box had opened and their drinks had arrived. In the doorway was a boy was staring in shock at the amorous pair- until he tilted the the little round tray he held a bit too much and one of the shochus spilled all over the apron he wore.
Sandra reacted quickly, leaving temporarily horrified and forlorn Osamu standing there alone in his half open shirt, underwear, and pants around his ankles. Oh, and also his fat obvious erection. She grabbed the boy in the door by the waist, pulled him into the room, and shut the door, closing off the exit by leaning her weight against it. She was smiling wickedly. The poor waiter boy had hardly had time to register what was happening. Now suddenly he was being harassed by a half naked big-busted foreign woman. His manner was a bit more stoic than Osamu’s though, and once the shock subsided, he did not seem to mind his current state so much. Registering that the new captive didn’t seem likely to bolt, Sandra stepped away from the door and toward the waiter boy. She reached out and stroked his cheek affectionately. While Osamu’s face had a mature more developed beauty, this boy was more “cute” His eyes were rather large, his face slightly feline. The boy studied her thoughtfully with his pretty black eyes and she noticed the lashes were long. After a few moments comprehension touched him and he smiled lazily and sexily, welcoming her to do as she like. He was quite tall for a Japanese boy- about 5'11, so she had to pull his head down to reach his lips. She kissed him, tenderly and almost chastely at first, allowing him the liberty to ease into her passion. As the excitement built between the two of them their tongues lashed furiously and his hands were groping her ass while her arms were thrown about his neck.
While on one hand Osamu was releived to be free on the other hand he also felt a little jealous. Sandra hadn’t kissed HIM like that. But, jealousy or no, he found his cock was still rock solid and was now weeping a bit of precum. Almost of its own will he found his hand straying south. At first he rolled his balls a bit which made him moan then he stuck his hand under the waistband of his underwear and began stroking his thick shaft. After he pushed his jealousy onto the backburner he found watching Sandra with this other Japanese boy was very erotic. The clash of their different skintones, the way their very different faces joined together in these moments of rapture was a little bit surreal. His hand moved faster and he threw back his head and moaned more loudly.
Sandra stopped kissing the waiter boy. As delicious as raping his mouth was, she had other plans for her two pets. She backed away from the boy. “Sit down there!” she commanded him rapidly. Darting a sharp look at Osamu, Sandra said " You sit next to him." Osamu gulped, but did as he was told because he so desperately wanted Sandra’s pussy. “Lick him clean!” Sandra told him, indicating the waiter’s apron that was still sopping with shochu. The strong odor filled his nostrils. Osamu stared at her for a moment until she confirmed his fears.
“If you want to play with me later, first you must play with each other!”
The End
At the Office
I was heading to a club and got my 5'7" 140 lbs skinny sexy body all dolled up. I love to dress up and look like a hot woman since I have to spend my week as a boring man. I do compensate by having my ears, nipples, belly and tongue pierced. Ok it’s more like I dress like a slut. I had on black thigh high stockings under my black leather thigh high boots with 4" heels. A super short and tight blue leather dress, it is so cute with thin shoulder straps and it hugs my body perfectly. I go out without padding any tits because I love my nipples rubbed. Under my sexy leather dress was an open cup black corset with garter straps and black boy shorts. I always feel so sexy in corsets because they trim my waist down to an hourglass. This one allows my nipple rings to be exposed. It’s so hot! Tonight I had on my red bob wig and some heavy sexy make up. I added some accessories like big silver hoop earrings, silver hoop bracelets, silver rings to accent my painted nails and topped it with a sexy black choker.
I was all set with my purse packed with my goodies for the night, some lube and condoms along with my touch up make up. I was going to a local alternative club that ranged from gay and lesbian to CD’s and Transvestites. First however I had to stop at my office. It was very late on Saturday night and I knew no one would be there. I pulled in the parking lot and it was dark inside. I grabbed my key card and walked up. The click of my heels on the pavement was intoxicating and made me feel extra sexy. As I approached the large glass building I looked at my reflection as I strutted up. It turned me on to see the sexy woman walking up, and it was me. I swiped my card and walked down the hall to my office and swiped again to get in. I went to my desk to retrieve the items I needed when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I froze as my back was to the door.
“Can I help you?”
I slowly turned and saw Tim the guy in the office next to me staring at me. I didn’t say anything, what could I say? Tim is a good-looking guy in his late thirties. He was over six foot and had a nice athletic body. He is married and has been at the office about five years longer than me. I was pretty new and only 27.
“This is a private office and I’d like to know what the f…”
His words trailed off. Oh shit he recognized me.
“Evan?” “What the fuck are you doing man?”
I tried to give some lame excuse of doing this on a dare but he didn’t buy it. Tim slowly walked up to me and pushed me against the wall. What was he doing, my mind raced!
“This is a very interesting situation, isn’t it?” “The question is how are you going to handle it?”
As he spoke his hands roamed up my sides touching my dress and to my chest. I was becoming very hot as he spoke and touched me.
“Are you going to be a good girl and play along, or are you going to make this difficult and make me take what I want?”
I was definitely not resisting this one as my hands lifted and I found his cock, which was very hard at this point.
“Good girl, so what does my slut like to be called?”
“Katie” I replied.
Tim then planted his lips to mine and shoved his tongue roughly into my mouth. This lit a fire of passion in me and I knew I had to have this man in every way. Our kiss broke and I slid down his body and began to undo his pants, pulling them down and exposing his beautiful cock. It stood straight out pointing at me. I was on my knees in my office, my leather dress sliding up exposing my stocking tops and garters, ready to suck the cock of a co-worker. I took hold of his steel rod and wrapped my painted nailed fingers around it. It was so hot with veins running through it and was totally engorged. I licked my lips and pressed my mouth to it allowing it to slid in and penetrate me. Tim let out a moan as it slid over my tongue to the back of my throat. I was getting excited and letting out sexy little moans. I held my lips tight and pulled it back out slowly and then pushed it back in once again.
As I sucked his cock I looked up at him with sexy eyes. I knew he was enjoying himself as I worked his cock hard. I pulled it out completely and ran my tongue around his head and down the shaft. I then put my mouth on his balls and began to suck and lick on them as I jacked his dick. I was a total slut and loved the feeling it was giving me. My tongue ran up his shaft yet again and put him back in my mouth bobbing up and down. Saliva mixed with his delicious pre-cum dripped from my lips. When this happened I would pull him out and stroke as I licked my lips in a sexy way looking into his eyes.
“Do you want to fuck my tight hole Tim?”
He nodded and I went back to sucking him hard for a couple of more minutes. I pulled him from my lips causing it to make a pop sound. I grabbed the zipper of my dress pulled it down, letting my dress fall to the floor. Tim’s eyes widened as he looked at my corseted body, my nipples hard and exposed. I then took my panties off letting my little girl cock spring free. Tim’s eyes were glued to me as I walked to my desk and I retrieved my lube. I put some on my hands and began to rub it into my little hole. I motioned for Tim to come over and like a good boy he did. I knew I was in total control now. I grabbed his cock and rubbed the lube all over it. My ass was good and ready to receive him.
I bent over my desk and told him to go slow at first. He was a good lover and did just as he was told. Tim put his cock head to my boy pussy and pushed in till my ass gave way. Once the head popped in he stopped and waited for further instructions. I grabbed the desk and nodded as I moaned giving him the go ahead to have me. Tim grabbed my hips and began to push into me. Holy shit his dick was perfect. All those veins made for a wonderful feeling inside of me. He held my hips and began sliding his cock in and out of me. We both moaned in pleasure as he fucked me. The tempo increased, I could not take it any more and began to rub my girl cock. I wanted to cum and I was going to cum quickly. As Tim held my hips and fucked me my orgasm built. Suddenly as he was fucking me I could hold out no more and I began to shoot hot cum all over the side of my desk. My ass squeezed tight like a vise on Tim’s cock. I felt him tense also as he pushed in one last time and blew a huge hot load into me. He just held me tight with his dick buried deep inside of me. I finally stopped shooting as Tim groaned and squeezed his last drops into me. Exhausted he let out a huge sigh.
“Oh my FUCKING god that was hot!” Tim smiled as I spoke in between moans.
“It was baby” Tim replied, “but I have to go.”
As he spoke Tim pulled his cock out of me and pulled his pants up. Before I could say anything he was out the door as I was still bent over my desk with cum dripping from my well-fucked ass. I thought about what had happened and what events may come before getting dressed to head to the club.
The End
Private Tutor
He stared at me with those piercing eyes that everyone feared. They bore into you from the front of the lecture hall and there was no where to hide. Everyone feared it, yet why did I feel that tumbling in my belly. As he came closer I grew hotter, till I was sure my cheeks where flushing and he could see me tremble. It was a heady combination of fear and lust that consumed me whenever I saw him. I wasn’t sure what it was that made me feel this way, I only knew that it was stronger than anything I had felt with anyone!
“You’re not paying attention young lady.” He was right, I wasn’t. I was in a constant state of confusion around him and the subject he was teaching went right over my head. “What have I been talking about?”
Panic rose in me quickly as I tried in vain to bring back the words that I had watched leave his mouth. I took such pleasure in watching his mouth as he spoke. It was a beautiful mouth, full deep lips…
“girl-” His eyes narrowed “you will see me after class.”
He turned away and resumed speaking in his even deep voice as I sank into the chair. How I wished I had a hole to fall into at this moment. The rest of the class seemed to fly by and couldn’t have stopped it no matter how much I wanted to. Though I infatuated over him constantly, I didn’t want to be near him because I became that fidgeting silly girl that I hated in his presence. I felt sympathetic eye on me as they left the class.
It was the last class of the day and it emptied quickly, the door swinging shut after them to leave just the two of us in the huge hall. I made a long job of packing my books up until there was nothing left for me to do but walk down the few steps to the long desk at the front of the room. He was wiping off the board and I could see the play of muscles in his back as he moved in a side to side sweep. I will my body not to respond but it defied me.
He turned and placed the eraser on his desk, brushing his hands together to get the dust from them before he looked to me.
“Move over here.” He pointed to the spot next to his desk as he sat down. Dropping my bag I moved slowly, looking uneasily to him as I moved to the place his finger indicated.
“Young lady it seems you not only have trouble concentrating in my class but you also have trouble following orders. When I tell you to move, you do it quickly, is that understood.” He spoke in such a clam voice but its effect was anything but.
“Yes Sir,” I managed to mumble as my fingers linked and unlinked. My heartbeat was erratic and I couldn’t bare look at him so my eyes focused on the floor at my feet.
I didn’t hear the sweep of the ruler through the air but I certainly felt it on my knuckles and I jumped, squealing as I rubbed them. He calmly put the ruler down and leaned back in his chair.
“Young ladies do not fidget, but I see you are not a total loss; keep your eyes lowered girl.” I rubbed at the bruised knuckles keeping my eyes on the floor as a tear welled in the corners.
“Do you have anything to say to me Chelsea.”
“I’m sorry Sir,” I stammered
“For what?”
" Umm for not paying attention in class."
“And?” he pressed
“And for moving too slowly.”
“And?”
My mind raced trying to think “And for fidgeting Sir.”
He nodded and I breathed a sign of relief thinking surely that I could leave now! Instead he motioned me to his side and I could do nothing but move quickly to where his finger pointed. The softness of my lower lip was pulled between my teeth in worry and waited. I could hear his breath, deep and even; I could see his feet, planted firmly on the floor at the desk and my own small beside his. What I didn’t see was his hand gripping me around the waist and moving me as if I weighed nothing to push me over his lap. He pushed his chair from the table making just enough room to squeeze me in. I squealed trying to pull up from his grip around me but it was no use at all, he was too strong. I struggled until there was no energy left in me, just tears that began to fall down my cheeks.
“Better,” came his deep voice,
“Now that you have stopped your protesting we will begin.”
Begin? Being what, I thought. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. One large hand swiftly lifted my short skirt and pulled down my panties till they trapped my knees together. I whimpered as his hand slide over the naked flesh of my bottom, guessing what he had in mind. I flushed deeply, I felt all of me on fire even before the strike of his hand. Such a large hand spanned both cheeks easily and quickly with a crack. I yelped at the pain that flashed through my bottom, stinging it before the hand descended again, too soon to get over the first.
Again and again his hand landed on my bottom till the pain mingled into one long ache. I cried in vain, wriggled with out hope. I was captive until he was finished. When the last spank had landed on my hot swore bottom I was all out of fight, laying limply over his lap sobbing quietly. He lifted me easily pulling my panties back in place to stand on my feet, wobbling as the ache spread up my body. The tears continued to fall down my wet face and sobs hiccuped involuntarily.
“I would assign you a tutor, but I have none free…so I will have to do.” He handed me a piece of paper
“Come to my house at 6.30 tonight.” Those eyes bore into me " and don’t be late."
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Late!
How could I be late when I had experienced the repercussions on my backside? All afternoon I fretted about this tutoring session. I didn’t want to see him again let alone be in the same room as him. The humiliation was just too great. How had he read my mind so effectively? How had he seen into the darkest places that fantasized about just such things? But what option did I have. Not go and fail the class or worse. Go and possibly experience more of this afternoon. What an option!
I rant the doorbell of the old college house, sitting among a group of facality houses with sweating hands and my body shaking to the point that I’m sure he could tell. I was ushered unceremoniously into the living room where a fire burnt in the grate of a room that was utterly comfortable with large furniture giving it a warm feel.
I stood in the middle of the room not knowing what to do or say but he was totally at ease pouring some water into glasses and motioning me to a seat. I took the one next to him but keeping a large space between us on the sofa. I found it so hard to concentrate on the words, instead I could only watch his mouth move, or the way his hands stressed a point. He has wonderful hands, I thought, large and strong, and once again I pictured then landing with a resounding thud on my backside. But it was no good, he could tell I was taking in no more than I did in class.
“I see you’re going to need more than some catch up work young lady.” He slowly sipped at the water looking over his glass at me, my discomfort increasing all the time.
“Tomorrow and every day after it you will report to my office for some disciplinary measures. That might increase your ability to concentrate in my class. Every evening you will come here for tutoring until I am assured that you are working to the best of your ability. Are we clear child?” he persisted, looking dangerous as you rose to look down at me.
“Yes Sir.”
“Better.” He walked around the low table to settle into a soft looking chair, with high arms on the sides that seemed to curl around him.
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“Put your books down and come stand before me.”
I didn’t hesitate for a moment, closing them with a snap to move towards the chair with my legs shaking uncontrollably. His eyes took me in, from head to toe and back again while I gulped for air. The heat in my body consumed me; the heat in the room made me dizzy.
“Remove your panties.”
My mouth opened in objection. Remove my panties in front of him, he must be insane? Or reading my diary I thought. The look on his face told me I would regret objecting very much. I bent at the waist, slowly pulling the skirt up till my fingers brushed over the cotton, hooking a finger each side to slowly slide them down my legs. I lifted each foot to step out of them, thankful that my skirt had slide back down into place but as if reading my mind he spoke.
“Lift your skirt up to your waist child.”
I gasped, not just at the instruction, but at the words he used, the things he called me, he seemed to see into me and know the best way to control. I felt like liquid as my hands swept up my thighs bringing the short skirt with it, over my tight belly till the skirt was folded around me and eyes bore into my naked flesh
“Lovely,” was his only word. I blushed to the core as he leaned forward to examine me. It was as if I could feel his eyes like fingers with my naked pussy displayed so well.
“Girl, you will find a box on the mantle piece, fetch it for me.” I released the material in my hands and moved quickly to the fire, the heat rushing up my thighs to tickle at my nakedness underneath. Gathering the black lacquer box in my hand I returned to him holding it out with both my trembling hands. He brushed mine as he took it, looking down as he flipped the lid.
“Return to your position, skirt raised.” I did so with out thinking, raising it once more as he arranged things in the box then set it aside on a low table. I could not see what might be inside thought my curiosity was great.
I stood as still as my nerves would allow me, while his eyes took in everything. He relaxed enjoying the picture before him as I tried so hard to remain still. It seemed an eternity before he motioned me forward. The few feet seemed to take forever as his hands came out to wrap around my waist and pull me into his lap.
It felt like a dream, some kind of fantasy while he laid me over his lap, lowering me onto the large arms of the chair. His hands smoothed over my thighs, over and over again till they open widely. My breath came and went in gasps, in pants, as his hands placed me just were he wanted. Over my belly they swept, moving the skirt higher, under my blouse to gently cup my breasts. His face was placid and told me nothing of his intentions. The heat inside me ignited into flames with each stroke of his strong hands on my skin. When I thought I would die from it they left. I couldn’t move, I was filled with such need, that I could only lie there waiting, wanting.
“Be still girl.” I felt lifeless lying across his legs, my head tumbling back over the armchair. The coldness startled me and I jumped only to have his hand press flat on my belly.
“I said be still girl.” I whimpered nervously, not able to see what he was doing I could only feel the chill as something was poured onto my pelvis, and rubbed gently over the hair, between the softness of my thighs. I could feel the sweeping movement and knew he was shaving me, doing so precisely and expertly, dipping the razor into the chilly goo and replying it to remove every trace of hair from my pussy. I felt more naked than I had ever been as he worked to reveal me. I clenched my hands, nails biting into the softness of my palms as he moved to the tender area around my clit, using a finger to lift the delicate bud and scrap around it.
My heart pounded heard in my chest till I though I it would burst
“Shh pet, be very still.” The soft words soothed me and hands assured me, relaxing a little as he moved either side of my labia pushing it this way and that as he work. I seemed to be floating, looking down to watch myself in his lap, thighs so very spread while hands expertly shaved me. He gripped one knee strongly and pushed it up to my chest. I had never felt so exposed. Then the other, ordering me to keep them there, knees wide. His fingers were sure as they welded the razor lower, removing every growth of hair.
I blushed hotly, feeling it in my cheeks, on my chest. I whimpered softly until he was satisfied that I was fully naked and placed the tools in the box, and lightly grazed his fingers over the smooth skin before lowering my legs to drape once again over his long ones. He flicked lightly at the exposed clit, and fluttered down between the moist lips parting them to stretch the tightness that greeted him.
I wanted to feel it, to see it, this new me. While he removed the hair with it went some of my inhibitions. I squirmed under the touch. I felt my mouth opening, gasping in air, moaning as it left me. My arms stretched over my head, tossing through my hair as I draped over his, wriggling at this amazing excitement pulsing through me. Squirming as warm fingers dipped within me, teasing and tormenting me into a state of ecstasy, till I was begging softly, words that where leaving me of there own accord, words begging for more.
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But just as I grew to the peak of something, something warm and wet within me, I was lifted, cradled to him for a moment of sheer bliss. I could feel the strength, the sheer control of him over me and I knew then that I wanted to feel this always. His mouth opened wide to take my throat in its grasp, I was prey to him, and he had captured me. I could only whimper softly at the bite, as teeth sunk into me, marking me, then move up to take my mouth plunging a tongue to wrap around mine, licking, sucking till it too was controlled.
The comfort of his arms disappeared as he lowered me to the floor, to kneel at his feet, spreading my thighs wide with his foot. Apt hands quickly removed the blouse and bra till I was naked, shaven and spread before him. One of his hands gripped my cheeks, squeezing till my mouth opened wide, till my eyes flashed in fear. I could feel the sting of his teeth marks on my neck where his teeth had been and I knew he was looking at the marks. He smiled softly while tears fell down my cheeks. With the tenderness of soft fingers he swept them away.
“There is no need for tears my pet, no need for fear.” I believed him and felt the calm around me as he brought me closer, till he brought my face into his crutch so I could watch his hand free the cock that sprung before my face and into my mouth. Cupping my chin in one hand he wrapped my hair in the other, and pushed slowly till it filled me, pushed between my lips, sliding across my tongue, over the ripples at the roof of my mouth and down into my throat. I shall always remember the look in his eyes as my throat received him. The bliss he showed me in pleasing him. Our eyes locked as he held me there, fully in my throat, my nose pressed up against his hard stomach. I tried to pull back but it was useless, his hands held me strong against him.
“Swallow, girl.” I tried to obey but the fullness in my throat was too much, my eyes watered and I was sure I would pass out.
“Swallow!” His voice hardened, giving me no option but to obey. I swallowed and the pressure eased only to be replaced again.
“Swallow,” and I did again and again, holding him firm in my mouth. Slowly he began to move, sliding softly while hands tightened and the contrast is so electric I could feel it climbing up my spine. I could feel it pooling in my stomach, tightening into mass that grew and hardened.
My eyes looked to him desperately with out knowing what I was asking for. His head arched, your body tightened, his hands griped my head as he began to slam his cock in and out of my mouth. Guttural sounds erupted from his mouth; groans from my own as I squirmed on the floor, pushing my body between his legs to rub against him. My mouth watered around his cock, my tongue pressed it up to rub over my mouth as it rushed in and out faster with every stroke. Eventually I could only remain still while he fucked my mouth. Arching my head back I simply opened it wide for him to use. He looked to me with such caring and tenderness yet the hands were tight and hard and his cock plunged in and out. I thought that I would go insane with the pressure building in my body, with the scorching heat that went round and round in my stomach.
I could feel him harden, grow tighter in my mouth, throbbing heavily before he yelled loudly, screaming up into the ceiling as he came down my throat in a torrent of thick seed. I swallowed over and over with every spurt, instinctively knowing not to lose a drop. His hands wound around my hair gathering it to him, tossing it here and there as I wriggled out of control, rubbing myself up against his foot, my warm wet cunt sliding over it.
In slow motion he leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“Cum pet!” And I did. I screamed over and over as my body lost control and exploded over his foot as he grinded it into me. The slight pain of the foot digging into my smooth pussy mingled with the ultimate pleasure. I fell back, squirming on the floor, gasping every breath I could. Lightly he gathered me to him, pressing my face into his neck, his hands smoothing over my back and bottom, soothing me with such tender words as I whimpered uncontrollably.
I woke in his arms, snuggled into his lap in the chair, not sure how long I had slept. It was dark outside and I felt dazed. My mouth was sore and I blushed to remember why. My backside was just as sore. Every time I moved I remembered the hand coming down on it. He slowly slide his hand between my thighs and I opened them eagerly, feeling the soft wetness that he gave me trickle over his fingers. Lightly he gathered the juice and brought it to his mouth, as I blushed deeply. His arms gathered me closer and his voice soft in my ear.
“Tomorrow you will have reason to fall asleep slut. Now off with you and dressed. I’ll see you in my office for your punishment after class tomorrow.”
Oh no I thought, the punishment. I dressed and turned to go.
“Does a girl leave before cleaning up her mess?” I gulped and shook my head, flushed from head to toe but bend where he pushed me, sliding down to lay on the floor and lick his boot clean of my cum.
The End
Thea
I met Thea while walking in Hyde Park in London during mid-October of 1998. I was 38 years old at the time and living and working in London. We both found ourselves at the door of a modern looking sandwich bar in the park. I opened the door for her and allowed her to go first to the counter. She ordered first getting a red wine. I followed suit and ordered a red wine and a sandwich and took my order over to a table next to hers. She was dressed in a dark colored jacket with her hair tucked up into a red beret. She gave me a very pretty disarming smile when I sat down, so I said hi to her.
She said hi back and invited me to share her table. We both started talking and I found that she was an American visiting for business and made trips to London often. Up close I could tell that she was a pretty woman though older than me, which you could see by her neck and hands. I figured her to be about 50 and since I am bald I am often taken for being older than my age.
Thea’s skin was fair and white, she used very little cosmetics, and when she stood she was of slight build and only about 5 feet 3 inches tall. Her hair was brunette and at the time in a bun tucked into her beret (she had long hair down to her waist). We chatted for a while and seeing that I had nothing planned for the afternoon, I asked her if she wanted to have a drink at a pub (as you do in the UK).
We left together and went over to the Bricklayers Arms and I bought her another glass of red wine. Later we went out to dinner and as I walked her back to her hotel we kissed at the door. Thea told me that she thought I’d never kiss her and had been waiting all night. We made plans to go out the next evening.
We met after work at the Three Tuns pub and later ate off in an Italian restaurant in Saint George street. Thea was dressed in a Grey wraparound skirt, a white blouse, black hose and shoes, a dark jacket and her red beret. After eating we walked to a pub not far from my flat, the Pontefract Castle on Wigmore street. It is a multi-level pub and you can go upstairs and find a couch in an out of the way area for privacy. I bought her another red wine and we talked while sitting close on a couch.
At a certain point I looked in her eyes and leaned over and kissed her again. To my surprise Thea took my head in her hands and french kissed me deeply back, holding me as her tongue explored my mouth. I touched her knee and the inside of her leg rubbing her hose with my hands as she parted her legs slightly.
Kissing Thea back our tongues moving in and out of each others mouth, I ran my hand up under her skirt and could feel the heat of her pubic mound under my hand. Thea parted her legs further so I could caress her. My other hand I placed under her jacket and rubbed her chest, finding that she was flat chested with tall erect nipples.
As we broke our embrace to breathe, Thea said “we have to leave”, so we downed the remainder of our red wine and went downstairs to leave. Once outside in the cold, Thea pulled me close kissing me open mouthed again. She asked me where my flat was? I told her that we were a block away, and we walked briskly to it.
Once upstairs, in the hallway Thea kissed me again and pulled my shirt off and unbuckled my pants. She stood up and dropped her jacket, blouse and skirt on the carpet, standing before me in a white bra, dark pantyhose, and white panties. As we made it to the bedroom she took my cock out, dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth and started sucking me. After releasing her bra, I started pulling on her dark erect nipples.
I finally got her completely nude and she was beautiful and quite petite. She had been a ballerina once and could still do all of the stretches and only weighed 115 pounds. She had the longest pubic hair I have ever seen and hard erect nipples on her flat chest. I took her in the bedroom and laid her on the bed. I kissed down her chest my hand between her legs as my fingers explored her wetness. Moving my kisses further dwn her stomach, I kissed her pubic hair, and then her clitorus as I fingered her. I penetrated her with two and then three fingers as I licked her labia and clitorus pleasureing her orally, licking and fingering her to a strong orgasm.
After flooding my mouth with her juices, Thea had me lay down and again took me into her mouth, scking and licking until she could press her lips into my pubic hair. Once she could take me fully into her mouth and throat she moved her mouth up and down on my cock.
Finally she took my twitching cock out of her mouth and carefully got on top of me. She took my cock in hand and brought her cunt close, rubbing my cock head up and down her wet pussy slit. then very slowly she took my cock head into her waiting cunt. A half inch at a time, Thea moved up and down slowly each time taking my member inside her a little more until she could mash her pelvis against me. I am no super endowed man but she said that I was the largest man she had ever taken before.
Once I was totally inside of her, I started a gradual rhythmic pumping, grabbing her butt cheeks as I sucked on those nipples. Thea almost passed out on top of me as she came again with muffled screams. I was far from finished and she came again as I continued to thrust up from beneath her. Finally I grabbed her and pulled her down as I ejaculated deep into her cunt. She trembled and collapsed on top of me orgasming yet again. After laying on top of me for minutes, Thea shifted and rose up off my semi hard cock.
Seeing me still hard, Thea bent over and took me back into her mouth and cleaned my cock of sperm and her orgasmic juices. She also licked my balls that were bathed in our cunt-sperm cocktail.
Once I was hard again, we got off the bed and I bent her over the side and stepped up behind her. My cock slid easily inside her and I grabbed her buttocks with my hands and pushed all the way inside her. I picked up the pace and started roughly thrusting into her as hard as I could. Thea orgasmed again and again yelling into the bed covers, and drenching the bed and floor with her cum. Finally I was spent and I filled her with my sperm again. We both crawled into bed, but she wanted to suck me once again and did so. We made love several more times that night and the next morning.
This was the first of many nights with Thea, with her eventually staying at my flat during her business trips. On her second trip over she asked me my age and I told her that I was 38. This was upsetting to her as she had been born in 1930s and was then 65 years old.
It didn’t stop her visits though and she was insatiable every time she arrived. Finally though her concern over my age proved to be a problem. I met eventually met another mature woman, who was not at all concerned with age and broke off all contact with Thea, though I missed her terribly.
The End